The wind howled in her ears as Jiang Si clung desperately to the cliff edge, her grip precarious.
Her delicate hands were torn and bloody, her body slowly sinking, yet she had no intention of letting go.
She didn’t want to die.
She had finally escaped her tragic past, loving and being loved by Ajin. The days worth looking forward to were still ahead.
If she died, Ajin would be alone.
With this thought, Jiang Si, despite her exhaustion, summoned another burst of strength, managing to move her body slightly upward.
A shoe embroidered with silver thread appeared before her.
Jiang Si struggled to look up.
Princess Qi’s lips curled in a cold smile, her appearance completely different from her usual gentle and kind demeanor.
“Seventh Sister-in-law is quite tenacious, isn’t she?”
Jiang Si bit her lip hard.
At this point, what was there not to understand?
She had gone to Baiyun Temple with Princess Qi to offer incense when they encountered a startled horse. Now she was hanging from a cliff, her life hanging by a thread, while Princess Qi stood before her, calm and composed.
In this life-and-death situation, Princess Qi was the culprit!
“Why?” Jiang Si asked.
She felt confused, unwilling, and angry, but notably absent was any plea for mercy.
Since the other party had already acted, begging would be worthless, merely inviting humiliation.
Princess Qi didn’t answer Jiang Si’s question. Instead, she bent down and, expressionless, pried open Jiang Si’s bloodied hands.
As Jiang Si fell, she thought she heard Princess Qi’s faint laughter.
Her body fell rapidly, yet Jiang Si’s mind was flooded with memories.
Thoughts of her father and brothers, her elder sister, and most of all, Yu Jin.
At this moment, those things and people that had displeased her didn’t surface in her mind.
She had no time to think of them.
She didn’t want to die.
Jiang Si’s body crashed onto the rocks at the bottom of the cliff, her bones shattering.
But in that instant, she didn’t die immediately. A thread of consciousness remained.
Clear and painful.
It hurts so much…
Ajin, where are you? I’m in so much pain…
The sound of something heavy falling echoed.
A large dog struggled to approach Jiang Si.
“Woof—” The dog barked once, licking its mistress’s hand with its tongue.
That hand remained motionless.
The dog laboriously moved closer to lick its mistress’s cheek.
The dog’s world was simple: master, mistress, meat bones.
But why wasn’t the mistress moving?
It had followed her scent all the way here. Why wasn’t the mistress moving?
The dog tried to grab Jiang Si’s clothes with its teeth to drag her but gradually lost strength.
“Woof…” The dog whimpered softly.
Yu Jin, upon receiving the news, rode at full speed. He dismounted, nearly falling at the cliff’s edge.
“Master—” Long Dan reached out to support him but was pushed away.
“Is it here?” Yu Jin asked.
Long Dan didn’t dare look at Yu Jin’s bloodshot eyes and nodded with difficulty, “Yes…”
Without any hesitation, Yu Jin immediately descended to the bottom of the cliff.
Long Dan hurriedly followed.
The cliff bottom was eerily quiet, a desolate silence that bred despair.
Yu Jin immediately spotted the figure lying not far away and staggered towards her.
His Princess lay motionless, the blood beneath her already congealed, staining the rocks red.
Yu Jin reached out, caressing Jiang Si’s cheek.
The face he had kissed countless times was ice-cold.