My Mother Was Murdered… So I Seduced the Emperor’s Sister for Ultimate Revenge!
Chapter 7 - The Guardian Spirit Cat Protects Its Master! Repelling the Empress and Her Minions!

Chapter 7: The Guardian Spirit Cat Protects Its Master! Repelling the Empress and Her Minions!

Yet, at this critical moment—

A black shadow flashed by.

Its speed was like the wind—so fast that the naked eye could barely track its movement.

It was a cat, pitch-black from head to tail.

It seemed to materialize out of thin air, appearing silently in the courtyard thick with killing intent.

No one knew where it had come from.

Its body was small and delicate, its fur glossy black—almost endearing in appearance.

This was the Guardian Spirit Cat the system had rewarded Li Changsheng.

But beneath that adorable exterior lurked a terror that chilled men to the bone.

The spirit cat moved with effortless grace, leaping through the air in a single elegant motion.

A cold glint flashed.

Its speed surpassed the limits of human comprehension.

A black-clad assassin, mid-throw with a dagger, didn’t even have time to process what was happening.

His vision blurred—

And then his throat was torn open by razor-sharp claws.

Death arrived without a sound.

He collapsed without even a scream, his life extinguished like a candle in the wind.

Li Changsheng froze for a moment.

His gaze locked onto the black cat, its fur shimmering faintly under the moonlight.

This was the Guardian Spirit Cat?

As expected—extraordinary.

Its strength completely defied Li Changsheng’s understanding of cats.

Its harmless, cute appearance was a stark contrast to its true nature.

The spirit cat’s amber eyes swept coldly over the remaining assassins.

There was not a trace of emotion in its gaze.

It looked at them as if they were already dead.

Without hesitation, it turned into a black blur once more.

Darting through the crowd of assassins.

The night was its perfect camouflage.

It merged with the darkness, its movements impossible to predict.

Every assassin who dared approach Li Changsheng met the same fate—

Ruthlessly cut down as if this were nothing more than a game.

Effortless.

Whether it was slitting throats or piercing hearts—

The spirit cat killed with a single strike.

No hesitation. No wasted movement.

Its claws flickered like the scythe of Death himself.

Claiming lives one after another.

Blood splattered, staining the ground crimson.

In moments, several more bodies thudded to the floor.

The dull sound marked the end of their lives.

To the cat, life was as insignificant as grass—something to be reaped without thought.

The assassins completely broke.

Fear flooded their hearts like a tidal wave.

Death loomed over them, closer than ever.

They stared at the black cat, now leisurely pacing between corpses, occasionally licking its paws.

Their bodies trembled. Their teeth chattered.

They felt as if they’d been plunged into an icy abyss.

This was no ordinary cat.

It was a reaper from the depths of hell.

It brought death and despair.

And it made every last one of them feel hopeless.

No one dared step forward to die.

The shadow of death hung over them mercilessly.

Any hope of survival was gone.

The Empress’s face had turned ashen.

Her expression twisted with terror and fury.

Her nails dug deep into her palms, leaving bloody marks.

Pain and fear warred inside her.

She glared at the black cat, then at Li Changsheng—unharmed.

Shock and confusion filled her eyes.

Flames… a black cat… What kind of monster was this child?

His existence defied all her understanding.

“Retreat!”

She spat the word through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse and weak—

Like the howl of a cornered beast.

Staying any longer would only mean more deaths.

More humiliation.

The assassins scrambled to obey, grabbing their fallen comrades’ bodies in panic.

They fled Taiping Villa like rats escaping hell.

In an instant, the courtyard was left in deathly silence.

As if time itself had frozen.

Only darkness and cold remained.

Li Changsheng lay alone on the cold ground.

Beside him was his mother, Ye Qingmei’s lifeless body, growing colder by the second.

And the black cat, lazily flicking its tail.

The contrast between stillness and movement was stark.

The spirit cat padded lightly to Li Changsheng’s side.

It nuzzled his cheek with its soft, furry head—

Affectionate. Gentle.

As if the merciless killer from moments ago had never existed.

The difference was staggering.

Li Changsheng felt the warmth of its fur against his skin.

The tension in his heart eased slightly.

The threat of death had passed.

He was saved…

He should have felt relief.

But then his gaze fell on Ye Qingmei’s pale, bloodless face.

Grief crashed over him like a wave.

This was his mother.

She had given her life to bring him and Fan Xian into this world.

The depth of a mother’s love was heartbreaking.

And the one responsible—the Emperor—

Sat safely in his palace at this very moment.

Enjoying his supreme power.

The irony was bitter.

A cold hatred took root in Li Changsheng’s heart.

Twisting and growing like a poisonous vine.

The seed of vengeance had been planted.

Emperor…

Just wait.

When I grow up—

This blood debt will be repaid tenfold.

The flames of revenge burned fiercely inside him.

The night deepened. The cold grew sharper.

As if freezing everything in place—

A harbinger of the cruel future to come.

Suddenly, a figure appeared soundlessly at the courtyard gate.

Cloaked in a flowing black robe.

Its silhouette merged seamlessly with the darkness.

Mysterious. Dangerous.

The hood slowly lowered—

Revealing a breathtakingly beautiful but ice-cold face.

Princess Li Yunrui.

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