Shen Que had always been a cool, aloof person, unbothered by the world. Playing the part of a simple-minded fool was effortless for her. The only discomfort came from how often Ying Weige insisted on being far too intimate with her.
Shen Que endured it time and time again, constantly reminding herself that the more attached Ying Weige became, the more satisfying it would be when she lost everything.
Thinking back to her long years as a god, this period was arguably the most emotionally intense time she’d ever experienced, and Shen Que found herself rather enjoying it.
After all, she was just sleeping—what did it matter where she slept?
Still, Shen Que had secretly modified her body, fearing that her fragile vessel wouldn’t hold out until the final moment.
But today, the usually calm Shen Que nearly lost control and destroyed the entire world in a fit of rage.
Ying Weige was often busy, leaving Shen Que alone in the tent, which suited her just fine.
She was sleeping peacefully when suddenly, a repulsive soul invaded her space. The moment he entered, Shen Que could feel his unbearable gaze on her.
Shen Que opened her eyes, and to her disgust, the man’s gaze grew even more lecherous as he dared to approach her!
There was no way Shen Que could tolerate sharing the same space with him, let alone allowing him to touch her! Even though it was just a temporary vessel, that didn’t make it acceptable!
In her fury, Shen Que’s power surged, and her body began to transform, ice and snow forming around her.
Ying Dan finally realized the danger and screamed, “A monster! Someone… help!”
But no one could come to his aid; his guards had already been slain by soldiers returning to camp.
Ying Weige stormed in, witnessing the scene. Without hesitation, she swung her sword, knocking the man unconscious.
“Xue’er!”
Ignoring the ice and snow draining her strength, Ying Weige approached Shen Que, embracing her tightly.
Feeling the familiar power flow into her, Shen Que regained her senses and immediately withdrew the ice and snow.
Any later, and she would have killed the person in front of her. That would be too easy a death—she had no intention of letting Ying Weige off that easily, or else all her prior patience would have been for nothing!
“How did he get into my tent?” Ying Weige demanded.
Qin Man knelt, admitting her fault. “It was my mistake, Your Highness. I allowed him to force his way into your tent.”
Ying Weige used her sword to flip the unconscious man over, and just as she was about to plunge the blade into his eye, Chong Lou grabbed her hand.
“Miss! Please, calm down! Even without Young Master Dan, there are still others like Young Master Qiu or Young Master Yu. Young Master Dan is the most foolish one.”
“Shall I not avenge this insult?”
“It’s not that we won’t avenge it—the time just hasn’t come yet. Everything is in place. When the moment is right, you’ll be above everyone, and what grudge won’t you be able to settle?”
Ying Weige threw aside her sword. “You’re right. I will rise to the highest position and make everyone atone for their mistakes.”
