She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 211: Torture, Never Ending Until Death

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Torture, Never Ending Until Death

Yan Wanqing flew towards the target with great speed.

The person inside the carriage, however, moved even faster.

By the time Yan Wanqing landed on the ground, her shoulder had already been pierced by a hidden weapon.

She looked down at the snowflake-shaped hidden weapon, its surface shimmering coldly, and a flicker of confusion crossed her eyes.

At that moment, the carriage began to move.

Without a coachman, but the high-headed white horse seemed to have a mind of its own, driving forward independently.

Yan Wanqing lifted her foot to give chase.

"Swoosh, swoosh!"

In response, two hidden weapons were thrown her way. Yan Wanqing quickly dodged, and the weapons buried themselves fiercely into the ground.

A cold, unique tone of her elder brother came from the rapidly departing carriage.

"Chase me again, and next time I’ll aim for your head," he said.

The carriage sped away.

Yan Wanqing summoned her inner strength, but suddenly felt dizzy; the hidden weapon had been poisoned.

As her consciousness began to fade, Yan Wanqing pulled out the medicinal pill Xiaoliu had given her just before she left.

It was said to counteract any poison, and was not to be used except in dire circumstances.

Yan Wanqing swallowed the medicinal pill and her body collapsed to the ground.

Not long after.

An unexpected person stood beside Yan Wanqing.

She extended her toe to kick the prone Yan Wanqing, and upon seeing no reaction, a sinister smile appeared on her lips.

"Tie her up, take her away," she commanded.

Yan Wanqing first heard the sound of sharpening knives, followed quickly by a harsh dousing of water all over her body.

Startled, she abruptly opened her eyes to meet those of the young maid still holding the basin.

The chilling look in her gaze caused the maid to scream in fright, falling to the ground together with the basin.

"Useless creature," a haughty and impolite female voice slowly said.

Yan Wanqing saw Li Chengyuan sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, holding a bunch of grapes, and at that moment, she was spitting grape seeds onto the ground.

"Oh, you finally woke up," Li Chengyuan said with a cold laugh, uncrossing her legs and walking towards Yan Wanqing.

As she walked, she continued popping grapes into her mouth.

The grapes were small and green, clearly sour, but Li Chengyuan ate them with relish.

Seeing Yan Wanqing staring at her, Li Chengyuan smiled and said, "Lately I just crave something sour, can’t help it."

Yan Wanqing snorted coldly and looked away.

She had immense disdain for such bragging at the bottom of her heart.

She was tied up tightly to a column inside the room, and her ever-present long sword was now nowhere to be seen.

"Li Chengyuan, who gave you the guts to tie me up?" she said as she mobilized her inner strength, but her throat suddenly tasted bloody, and the wound on her shoulder throbbed painfully.

The dizzy feeling had disappeared, indicating that the antidote was slowly taking effect.

However, her inner strength hadn’t started working yet, so before it did, she needed to buy time.

Seeing Yan Wanqing’s suddenly pale face, Li Chengyuan’s expression grew even more smug.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, as she reached out and violently pulled the hidden weapon from Yan Wanqing’s shoulder.

The sharp weapon tore away flesh and blood beads splashed onto both of their faces.

Li Chengyuan threw down the grapes from her hand and wiped the blood off her face with the back of her hand, then angrily slapped Yan Wanqing’s face.

"Who allowed dirt to splatter on this county lord?" she said.

Yan Wanqing was left with a busted lip from the slap, and a bloody taste filled her mouth.

She pressed her cheek with the tip of her tongue, forcibly suppressing the anger in her eyes.

Her black pupils refocused on Li Chengyuan as she smiled, "If you’re sick, you’d better get treated quickly."

Blaming others for the blood splattered on her face from the hidden weapon she herself had pulled out.

"Slap—" Another slap followed.

Li Chengyuan’s palm numb from her own slap, yet her face was filled with a satisfied grin.

"To dare speak to me, the county princess, in such a tone, Yan Wanqing, you really have no clue about life or death." She thought of the last time she was humiliated by Yan Wanqing, so furious that she wanted to use every single torture in her mind on this damned woman before her.

But, there was no rush, there was still plenty of time tonight.

"Didn’t you eat?" After the second slap, Yan Wanqing licked the blood off the corner of her lips with her tongue and continued her provocative stare.

Li Chengyuan was about to strike again but seemed to suddenly think of something, slowly lowering her hand.

"What are you scheming now, Yan Wanqing?" Li Chengyuan squinted her eyes, sizing up the woman tied to the pillar in front of her, pale as paper, with blood on the corners of her lips almost devilish, her eyes emotionless as she looked at herself, the words spoken only infuriating her further.

Not right.

Li Chengyuan chuckled lightly, "You’re stalling for time."

Yan Wanqing said nothing.

Li Chengyuan circled around the pillar once.

"What’s the point? You think I am so foolish, completely unprepared, just to bring you here?" She sneered, "Your inner strength is profound, the poison on this hidden weapon will soon be forced out by you, but what if I sever your limbs’ tendons before that?"

"Li Chengyuan, you’re welcome to try," Yan Wanqing looked straight at her, her tone extremely calm, "After you sever my limbs’ tendons, you’ll see what ends up happening to you."

"You’ve wanted to kill me for more than a day or two, do you think I still fear your threats?" Li Chengyuan laughed out loud, "This is called striking first to gain the upper hand, whoever strikes later suffers, once you’re dead, Prince Seven and I would have nothing to worry about, everything of the Yan Family will naturally belong to the prince, paving the way for his future."

Though the Township Manor has fallen, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse.

Moreover, with an extraordinary existence like Yan Wanqing, the Township Manor must still possess many hidden assets.

After all, in the original story, to support Prince Xiao Hongshen’s rise to power, Yan Wanqing had constantly taken out silver taels to smooth things over.

"It’s already nighttime, what daydreams are you having?" Yan Wanqing looked at Li Chengyuan’s vicious appearance and directly taunted, "I’m not even dead yet, and you begin to covet my family’s property? But what can you do, there are so many people in the Capital City, you and Xiao Hongshen have to get in line."

"Sharp-tongued, even at this moment, Yan Wanqing, you still indulge in a battle of words." Li Chengyuan gestured towards Xiaoliu, who quickly, trembling, pulled out a dagger from her bosom.

The dagger, drawn by Li Chengyuan, shimmered with a cold light under the candlelight.

She mercilessly aimed the tip of the dagger at Yan Wanqing’s fresh wound and forcefully stabbed it in.

Blood continuously flowed from the wound, thoroughly soaking her black robe.

Since the color of the garment was black, it absorbed all the blood, gradually becoming saturated, letting the blood drip down along the hem...

Li Chengyuan, still not satisfied, vigorously twisted the dagger at her shoulder blade.

"Scream, if it hurts, scream out loud." Li Chengyuan’s eyes were frenziedly red.

This place was remote, Yan Wanqing collapsing on the street was akin to delivering herself to the doorstep.

This time, old and new hatred merged, she intended to settle them all at once.

As long as she killed Yan Wanqing, no one in this world would be an obstacle for her anymore.

She was bound to die sooner or later, she just didn’t understand why her life was so stubborn, still not ending!

Thinking this, Li Chengyuan pulled out the dagger, then fiercely stabbed it back into Yan Wanqing’s waist.

Yan Wanqing couldn’t help but groan in pain.

Hearing the sound, Li Chengyuan grew even more excited.

She pulled it out, then stabbed fiercely once more.

Yan Wanqing’s complexion suddenly flushed red, and then the blood retreat like a flood.

"Li Chengyuan, you better kill me now, otherwise—" Yan Wanqing clenched her teeth, her mouth tasted of blood, and her eyes desperately fixed on the malicious woman in front of her, her lips spewing frigid words, "Even if I have to drag you into the netherworld, I will make sure you die with no place to bury your body!"

"Apart from making threats, what else can you do?" Li Chengyuan, frightened by her gaze, still retorted hard, "You’re caught in my hands, do you think you still have a chance to seek revenge?"

Li Chengyuan slowly crouched down, provocatively glancing at Yan Wanqing.

Without hesitation, her hand held the dagger and directly severed her left leg’s tendon!