Chapter 5: The Gentle Civilized Man

The fluttering of tightly closed eyelashes slowly parted, and Yun Qiange, still unable to rise, gazed straight into those eyes—clear and cold as autumn waters. Those eyes, which should have been free from desire or expectation, now reflected her face, twisted and pitiful beyond words. She awaited his terrified roar, his furious shout, yet he remained unflustered, not even furrowing his brows as he spoke calmly, “What do you want to do?”

“Listen carefully. Whether you marry or not is not your decision. Before I decide I want you dead, you will not die. If you dare entertain the thought of ending your life once, I will kill someone. Twice, I will kill two. If you happen to truly die by accident, I will have your entire Shangshu household buried with you.”

Her tone was indifferent, as if killing were nothing more than a trivial matter to her.

Cruel and heartless—this was Wan Qi Haoyu’s judgment of her. She was nothing but a beast; only beasts could commit such barbarous acts beneath even the lowest of creatures.

Hidden beneath the covers where no one could see, Wan Qi Haoyu’s hand clenched the quilt tightly. Though turbulent emotions surged within, he quietly muttered, “You demon.” Then he closed his eyes, unwilling to look at her again.

That stubborn girl... Yun Qiange shook her head. If it weren’t for this little demon in me not wanting to see you thrown into a pig cage, I wouldn’t care if you stayed in the princess’s mansion living off others. After all, I don’t exactly dislike you.

Alas, Yun Qiange, don’t be so kind-hearted in the future. He’s not your so-and-so, and you don’t truly know others. What if someone sells you out and you end up counting money for them?

She only thought this to herself, unaware that one day would truly come. If time could be reversed and she could do it all over again, she would say to Wan Qi Haoyu: “Go die. How you die is up to you.”

She lifted her steps and walked out with her maids and attendants. Xiangcao tightened her grip on her sword, her face darkening. “Princess, that scoundrel just called you a demon. Shall this servant teach him a lesson? Should I strip his tendons or peel off his skin?”

Yun Qiange shook her head, like a wise teacher admonishing a wayward student. “Xiangcao, don’t touch him. From now on, without my permission, do not lay a hand on anyone. From this moment, you must become a gentle and civilized person. Understand?”

She had realized that Xiangcao was loyal—foolishly so. Perhaps because when she was very young, her wet nurse had assigned her to serve the previous incarnation closely. Her wet nurse had been a servant to the previous master before his death, and after his demise, she took care of Yun Qiange, instilling in her daughter a deep-rooted obedience to their master. This blind loyalty, passed down from the previous generation, explained Xiangcao’s nature. Yun Qiange believed that with proper guidance, Xiangcao could find the right path.

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