SLAP!
A heavy slap landed on Ji Yuanzhi’s face.
Her slap was so heavy that the despair she had became numbed. She snapped out as her sadness and despair had been partially vented. At this moment, her face was covered in tears, appearing as if mercury was flowing out.
She had never experienced such ruthlessness and killing intent! She unwaveringly gritted her teeth. Ji Yuanzhi had yet to react to her slap. However, her slender white fingers reached for his two cheeks like poisonous needles. She was utterly tyrannical as she grabbed onto his face and forced him to look at her. When Ji Yuanzhi saw her eyes, his body suddenly cowered, the pain on his face had yet to recede. He shuddered in fear.
With a face full of killing intent, she ferociously spoke, “Rest assured! I will give you a toast on your way to the Yellow Springs1. May you rest in peace!” As soon as she was done, she flicked her wrist with all her might, using a strength she did not know she had in her and flung Ji Yuanzhi’s face away, causing him to fall to the ground and hitting his back against the freezing wall in the process.
She felt her throat constricted as she restrained herself from wailing madly. She straightened her posture, but the trembling of her shoulders betrayed her sadness. She turned around. Step by step, with a pace that seemed loaded with lead, she moved to the exit of the prison cell.
“Ji Yunshu.” Ji Yuanzhi suddenly shouted her name.
She stopped.
“Do you want to know who informed father about your discussion under the plum tree?”
She was stunned. She abruptly turned back. Her pupils dilated as she attentively observed him. Indeed, that question had puzzled her many times in the past. How did her father know about her discussion with Ji Pei at that time?
“Who was it?”
“Sure, I will tell you.” Ji Yuanzhi took two steps toward her. His calm eyes gradually reflected a terrifying expression.
The distance between them was only a mere two fists, and with her guard down, she didn’t react in time when a metallic glint suddenly flashed as Ji Yuanzhi’s hand rose and fiercely plunged the object into her left cheek. In an instant, he slashed down from her cheekbone to her lower jaw, opening a deep cut.
The blood spilled out, causing her beautiful and delicate cheek to quickly turn into a bloody river.
“MISS JI!” The jailer outside quickly rushed inside the cell. He was about to push away Ji Yuanzhi from Ji Yunshu, but Ji Yuanzhi had already pulled out the silver hairpin, which he took from who knew where, and stabbed fiercely into his neck, reaching deeply to his bone! Then, he used all his strength and ripped out the hairpin. His blood spurted profusely, dying his clothes in crimson and splashing onto Ji Yunshu. As he bled to his death, he laughed while his gaze was fixed on Ji Yunshu. “Never… You… will never know who did it!”
His body fell lifelessly.
Ji Yunshu stood there, unmoving. The pain on her face felt like it had stopped like that show that came to end in front of her.
On the ground, Ji Yuanzhi still had his eyes wide opened and his neck dying in the crimson of his blood.
“Dead! Ji Yuanzhi died!” yelled the jailer.
Contrary to the jailer, Ji Yunshu appeared extremely calm, but in fact, her whole person was frozen in complete panic. She blankly turned around and mechanically walked out of the cell. Her eyes were vague, unable to focus as she walked to the outside of the prison.
Gradually, her vision blurred and her legs weakened. Yet, she continued to step forward until she saw the white light coming from the prison entrance. The light pierced through her continuously degrading vision. Finally, she couldn’t go on. A figure suddenly rushed toward her as she felt gravity pulling her body down. Two big hands firmly caught her and encircled her into a warm embrace.
“Yunshu…”
Blood kept flowing incessantly from her cheek which had its flesh deeply carved by the hairpin!
1.The Yellow Springs is the underworld, similar to the river Styx in Greek mythology.