12dz Chapter 309 Murong Yi Steps into the West Wing
Chapter 309 Murong Yi Steps into the West Wing
At the entrance to the west wing, two guards stood ramrod straight, like two statues standing guard.
Their eyes scanned their surroundings warily, exuding an aura of unapproachability. The heavy wooden door kept all the secrets inside the house isolated from the outside world.
Inside the room, Su Wan'er sat alone in the dim light, like a ghost. Her face was as if shrouded in frost, blank and wooden, with only her eyes empty and lifeless, exuding a chilling coldness.
Without warning, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, forming an extremely eerie smile. The smile didn't reach her eyes, but it seemed particularly terrifying in the silent room.
Su Wan'er clutched a rag doll tightly in her hand, the three large characters "Lin Qianqian" on it particularly glaring. In her other hand, she held a thin needle, stabbing it viciously into the doll. With each stab, she muttered to herself, "Die... Lin Qianqian... You'll die a horrible death!"
Her voice was low and hoarse, like a curse from the depths of hell. "Even if I die and become a vengeful ghost, I will make sure you never have peace for the rest of your life!" Her tone suddenly rose, her expression becoming increasingly crazed, her distorted features appearing ferocious and terrifying in the dim light.
Then, she threw her head back and burst into laughter: "Hmph, hahaha..." The laughter was sharp and piercing, breaking the deathly silence in the room.
The two guards at the door exchanged a glance upon hearing the commotion inside, a hint of alarm and unease flashing in their eyes.
One of the guards frowned slightly, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered under his breath, "This Consort Su is really insane! Tsk tsk tsk~"
Another guard chimed in with a sneer, "Who says otherwise? I never expected Consort Su to be this kind of person!"
"Who says otherwise! She always acts so gentle and sweet in front of the prince, but I never expected her to dare to harm the Ninth Princess's child. Truly, the most poisonous heart is that of a woman! Tsk tsk tsk..."
"Keep your voice down, or we'll get caught! Otherwise, how many heads do we have to chop off?"
The two whispered a few words and looked around, appearing guilty as if they had done something wrong.
"What are you saying?!" A chilling voice rang out, nearly scaring the two men half to death. They froze for a moment, their faces showing astonishment. Then they looked at each other, slowly turned around, and saw the person in front of them with an imposing aura. His already pale face was now covered with a layer of ashen gray, and a fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, slowly trickling down his temples and gathering into a single drop on his chin, teetering on the verge of falling.
Murong Yi's icy figure appeared before him:
The two men trembled violently, exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with terror and unease. They collapsed to their knees with a thud, their bodies shaking uncontrollably, their voices trembling: "Greetings, Your Highness!"
Murong Yi's face was cold, his sword-like eyebrows were tightly furrowed into a "川" shape, and his deep eyes were like an icy pool, devoid of any warmth.
He didn't say a word in response to their bows, but just let out a cold snort and walked towards the door.
Upon seeing this, the two guards hurriedly retreated, their movements flustered and awkward, almost scrambling to make way for Murong Yi.
Murong Yi raised his hand and pushed open the door, his movements slow and heavy, as if the door bore a thousand pounds of weight. He stepped into the room, where the darkness and silence instantly enveloped him.
Outside, the two guards breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged a glance with lingering fear, and the look of terror on their faces had not yet faded.