In the cold, damp, and foul - smelling underground secret chamber, the bright red wedding dress scattered on the ground stood in sharp contrast to the dark, black soil.
Snap...
Amid the sound of whipping, the woman let out heart - rending screams. The blood - stained whip lashed the ground, creating a blood - red net.
"Ah!"
Mo Qinghuan's clothes were already in tatters. The torn pieces of cloth, ripped by the whip, stuck to the wounds, soaking up the blood and turning a large area red.
"My dear elder sister," said Mo Yao, holding the whip and looking down condescendingly at Mo Qinghuan lying on the ground. She laughed wantonly, "Although Minister Zhang is already eighty years old now, if you think about it carefully, after becoming his second wife, in just a few years, you'll be the mistress of the household. Why compete with me for my sweetheart?"
"I've grown up with Ning Yao. How could he possibly like you?" Mo Qinghuan said in great grief. She managed to prop herself up from the ground and glared angrily at Mo Yao, growling. Her fair hands dug deeply into the soil. Her long fingernails were already broken, bloody and mangled. She wanted to say more, but the bone - piercing pain all over her body made it impossible for her to open her mouth.
"Hahaha, elder sister is really naive. You actually thought he would like you sincerely. If it weren't for the key to the secret chamber you hold, he probably wouldn't even look at you," Mo Yao said sarcastically. "But now that you're about to get married, it's better to hand over the key obediently."
Saying that, Mo Yao raised her hand and lashed out another whip, which landed heavily.
"Ah!" Mo Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in her back and let out another scream. The half of her body that she had just propped up collapsed again.
Mo Qinghuan had always been timid and cowardly. Naturally, she didn't dare to confront this mother - daughter pair. However, the love in her heart gave her a bit of courage. Enduring the pain in her body, she crawled to Lan's feet. Before her dirty little hands could touch the other's hem, the pink embroidered shoe kicked her hard in the chest. This time, she opened her mouth wide but couldn't even make a sound of pain.
"You're such a lowly slut. Don't let your filthy hands touch me," Lan had been standing by, watching coldly. Now, her sharp and mean voice showed no mercy.
"I advise you to be sensible. Hand over the key obediently and save yourself from physical pain."
"Ning Yao... I want to see him!" Mo Qinghuan said with tear - filled eyes. Her voice was extremely weak. After that kick, she felt a tightness in her chest, and even her breathing became difficult.
"Mother, why don't we let him come here? It'll also let this disgusting thing give up," Mo Yao said.
When Ning Yao came here, he was disgusted by Mo Qinghuan's appearance. He quickly took several steps back, opened his folding fan to cover his nose, and his face was full of disgust.
The person she loved was right in front of her. Mo Qinghuan seemed to have a sudden burst of energy. She crawled and wriggled to his feet and looked up at him with hope in her eyes.
"Ning Yao, you've finally come. Quickly tell them that you love me and take me away from here!" She thought that the two of them loved each other deeply enough to sacrifice their lives for each other. Ning Yao was her only chance to leave this place and escape the clutches of that mother - daughter pair.
"Mo Qinghuan, you'd better take out the key quickly and save everyone's time here," Ning Yao said. Although a look of pity flashed in his eyes when he saw her miserable appearance, his words were like a knife, stabbing directly into Mo Qinghuan's heart.
Mo Yao gave a coquettish laugh and leaned half - way on Ning Yao. She said coquettishly, "Elder sister, you may not know yet. Brother Ning and I have already privately promised to marry each other. You'd better give up on my Brother Ning!"
These words were like a thunderbolt to Mo Qinghuan. She spat out another mouthful of blood, and her pupils began to dilate.
"How is it possible? Ning Yao... Tell me that what she said is not true. We've been in love since childhood. How could you deceive and betray me just for a key?" Mo Qinghuan said in disbelief. There was a pleading look in her eyes. Her dirty hand landed on the pure white hem of Ning Yao's robe.
Without saying a word, Ning Yao grabbed his robe and shook it hard, causing Mo Qinghuan to fall to the side.
"Yao'er, I suddenly remembered that Brother Li invited me to do something. I have to go now. How about I bring you the latest rouge when I come back?" Ning Yao didn't dare to look into Mo Qinghuan's affectionate eyes anymore. He turned his head to look at the woman beside him somewhat awkwardly.
"Okay, I'll wait for you," Mo Yao readily agreed. After watching him leave, her expression suddenly turned cold. She turned to look at Mo Qinghuan again and sneered, "See, I told you he has no feelings for you."
Saying that, she took a step forward and raised the whip to strike.
Lan frowned and stopped her daughter. "That's enough. Don't hit her anymore. If we really kill her, it'll be hard to explain to Minister Zhang."
"It seems we can't get anything out of her today. But that old man is already on the verge of death. He probably won't last long. When Mo Qinghuan becomes a widow, she'll still be like clay in our hands. We can shape her as we like. The key will still be ours."
The mother - daughter pair left, chatting and laughing. Their blatant schemes all fell into Mo Qinghuan's ears.
There's no grief greater than a dead heart. Mo Qinghuan lay on the ground like a dead fish, letting out her last wail. It was shrill and desperate, and finally, there was complete silence.
Time passed gradually with the muddy water dripping from the eaves.
Drip, drip...
The dirty water dripped onto Mo Qinghuan's face. The slight coolness made the woman, whose body was already cold, suddenly open her eyes.
"Ugh!" Mo Qinghuan gasped in pain as she tried to get up due to the excruciating pain in her body.
Feeling the inexplicable serious injuries on her body, a sharp look flashed in Mo Qinghuan's eyes, which was completely different from her previous cowardice when facing that mother - daughter pair.
Now, a different soul had taken over this body.
Mo Qinghuan, who had the same name as the poor girl, was the well - known successor of the mysterious medical sect on the Blue Planet, which was renowned for its expertise in both medicine and poison. After being secretly poisoned and killed, she had somehow come into this woman's body.
As she woke up, the memories stored in this body gradually resurfaced.
"Mo Yao..." A hoarse voice sounded in the gloomy environment. "What a coincidence."
Mo Qinghuan gritted her teeth and said that on the night before she was about to inherit the mysterious medical heritage, her so - called good younger sister, who had a similar identity and goal as Mo Yao, the enemy in this body, had joined hands with outsiders to poison her.
As a result, after her death, Mo Qinghuan had woken up again in another identity. Although it was difficult for her to return to her original world, the hatred from both sides easily merged.
Perhaps because of the excessive emotional agitation, after Mo Qinghuan finally absorbed all the information, she fainted again.