Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 700 - 347: On the Verge of Death

Chapter 700: Chapter 347: On the Verge of Death

About Jiang Wan’s intelligence, Cat Lord didn’t say much, maybe this is all he knows.

However, another member, Old Snake, provided some new information.

It’s about the Crown Prince Zhou Yin.

Previously, the Crown Prince went to the Ten Thousand Mountains searching for the Dragon Clan, but ended up accidentally discovering the Emperor’s Secret Mausoleum. As a result, the Emperor dispatched more experts to investigate.

However, so far there’s been no progress.

Instead, someone within the Sky Demon Sect secretly contacted the Crown Prince and intends to cooperate with him, taking advantage of the Sect Master’s absence to offer up all the Netherworld Demon Qi stored in the sect’s forbidden area.

The special uses of the Netherworld Demon Qi are still not deeply understood.

But its importance cannot be understated.

Whether it’s the Luo Family secretly conducting resurrection experiments with it, or the Black Water Organization researching it in the shadows, or even Liu Wuxu in Qingzhou disguising himself as a woman and refining Netherworld Demon Qi using the blood of thousands—this all underscores its preciousness.

If its secrets were truly uncovered, it could very well change the world.

Currently, only the Sky Demon Sect possesses it.

If they were to offer up the concealed Netherworld Demon Qi, it would undoubtedly be a massive bargaining chip.

As for the identity of the Demon who secretly contacted the Crown Prince, it remains unknown. But it also indicates that Qu Hongling, the young Sect Master, is facing increasingly dire circumstances within the sect.

Leaving the tavern, Yeying intercepted Meiniang halfway.

"Late at night, Yeying dear, are you planning to engage Meiniang in some bedroom delights?"

Meiniang teased.

Yeying stared into her eyes and said coldly:

"You’re so familiar with the Ran Mansion, it shows that you’re closely tied to the Ran Family. I want to know, if the Imperial Guard moves against them, can you save them?"

"Ha..., what a joke."

Meiniang, seductive in her demeanor, twisted her slim waist as she came closer to Yeying and mocked, "Why should I save the Ran Family? Am I your dog, obeying your commands?"

Yeying said: "We can negotiate terms. What do you want?"

Meiniang sized up Yeying’s broad black robe, her gaze intense: "Sure, then why don’t you strip naked and let me see whether the body beneath this robe is beautiful or not?"

"You really don’t know how to spell ’death,’ do you?"

Yeying’s gorgeous eyes flashed with a deadly gleam.

Meiniang sneered coldly: "See, I stated my condition, but you refused. How am I supposed to cooperate with you then?"

She leaned closer to Yeying’s ear and murmured softly: "Yeying dear, there are some people you just can’t save. They deserve to die."

Meiniang lifted her chest, brushed past Yeying, and walked away.

After a few steps, she turned back to look at Yeying, lifted her clothes completely to reveal her jade-white skin, and laughed coquettishly: "Yeying dear, isn’t my beauty captivating? I just love being looked at. Why don’t you give it a try yourself?"

"Shameless wench!"

In a flash, Yeying vanished into thin air.

"Shameless... wench..."

Meiniang’s eyes were misty. She leaped onto a nearby tavern rooftop and gazed at the men drinking noisily in the distant night market, narrowing her phoenix eyes and muttering, "I really love being a shameless wench."

With that, she stripped off her clothes and spread her arms wide, reveling in the extreme ecstasy.

Then she took out a wooden mallet used for striking a wooden fish.

The woman reclined at the rooftop edge, biting a strand of her hair...

...

Dodging the Hidden Guards, the wanton woman slipped back into her room at the Ran Mansion.

She removed the fox mask from her face, pinned up her hair, donned her usual plain and conservative dress, and returned to her demure and elegant identity as the Madam of the Ran Mansion.

"Where did you go? I couldn’t find you earlier."

The Sect Leader Ran Jinyi pushed open the door and asked.

The man was drunk, reeking heavily of alcohol.

Zuo Su replied flatly: "I went to the ancestral hall to chant scriptures and offer blessings for Qingchen."

"What blessings does that cursed star deserve!"

Ran Jinyi waved his hand and smashed a vase on the table to the ground. His face flushed red with drunken anger as he shouted, "She hasn’t caused enough harm to our Ran Family, has she? She’s nothing but a cursed star!"

Zuo Su smirked faintly and said leisurely: "If you’re going to rant, do it in Old Madam’s room. After all, this is all her doing."

Ran Jinyi clenched his fists, opened his mouth but refrained from losing his temper further.

He slumped into a chair, burying his fingers into his messy hair and muttered painfully: "Everything I’m doing is for the Ran Family. Why can’t Mother understand? I don’t want to do this either, but... I’m so afraid of death."

Zuo Su couldn’t be bothered to comfort this spineless man. She instructed a maid to bring a bowl of herbal soup from the kitchen, and after taking the bowl, she said: "I’ll go see Old Madam and try to persuade her."

"Madam, please try your best to persuade her, say some nice things..."

Before Ran Jinyi could finish his sentence, the woman had already walked out of the room.

The man collapsed weakly against the chair back, looking utterly dejected.

Zuo Su arrived at Old Madam Ran’s small resting chamber.

The once spirited old woman now lay on the bed, skin-and-bones, almost unrecognizable.

Zuo Su placed the bowl of soup down, picked up a nearby soft pillow, and gently propped it under the back of the old woman’s head to elevate it slightly. She then scooped a spoonful of the herbal porridge, blew on it, and held it to the old woman’s mouth, softly saying: "Old Madam, please eat a little."

Old Madam Ran shook her head weakly, trembling as she raised her stick-like hand and pushed the spoon away.

A bit of soup dribbled onto her face.

Zuo Su silently looked at her, her gaze in the flickering dim light appearing cold and dark.

"What, afraid your daughter-in-law will poison you?"

Zuo Su put the bowl back on the table and took out a handkerchief to wipe the spilled soup off the old woman’s face, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Old Madam Ran stared vacantly at the wall, lost in thought.

"Some things in this world seem to come with inevitable retribution. Tell me, does this count as retribution for us?"