She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 360 - 359: Should the Unfavored One Die?

At last, these words struck Wu Zhen right where it hurt.

She had been suspicious of the relationship between Huai Xinmei and her own son from the start, never imagining this little vixen would actually make a move!

It truly disgusted her.

Wu Zhen could not help but curse, "Little vixen, just like her mother, always seducing men!"

Huai Xinmei had sharp ears and heard it immediately.

She retorted coldly, "Whom are you cursing!"

"Of course, it’s you, you and your damned mother are the same, can’t even walk straight when you see a man, anyone you can go up and lick," Wu Zhen said furiously.

She felt her son was superior, but what was Huai Xinmei?

Knowing about this, it was even more disgusting than eating a mouthful of dog shit.

The rage made her even less afraid of the blades around her neck.

Huai Xinmei was not one to be taken lightly.

"You’re on your deathbed, and still have the mood to curse others, Wu Zhen you are the real bitch here. Curse my mother again, and I won’t be polite!" In any case, the situation was already dire; if she were to die, the first thing she would do was stab Wu Zhen with a sword!

"Your mother seduced the old Marquis when she was pregnant with you guys, and you go straight for my son. What sin did I, Wu Zhen, commit in my last life to encounter you two, an old and a young vixen!"

At first, Huai Xinmei was furious, thinking Wu Zhen, as the Marchioness, would have some decency, but the more she listened, the more things sounded off. Her eyes, wrapped in darkness, took two steps forward, "What are you saying?"

Her mother had been in good health when she was pregnant with Huai Xin, but later suddenly died of hemorrhage.

This had been a lingering heartache between her and her father, Huai Min.

It was a taboo topic for the entire second house of the family not to be casually mentioned.

But hearing Wu Zhen’s words today, her naturally suspicious nature smelled something unusual.

"Did you have something to do with my mother’s hemorrhage when she was pregnant with Huai Xin!"

Wu Zhen, perhaps mad with rage, actually laughed arrogantly, "What else? Did you think I would be so magnanimous as to condone your mother seducing the old Marquis? Shameless creature, she got off lightly by dying in childbirth!"

"I’m going to kill you!" Huai Xinmei suddenly drew her long sword and thrust it at Wu Zhen, but luckily, Yan Wanqing quickly pulled Wu Zhen back.

If Wu Zhen died, they would have no bargaining chip to escape!

Huai Xinmei would not be intimidated by her threats. She would rather perish together with her.

At the critical moment, Huai Yu stepped in swiftly, but Huai Xinmei had used all her strength in that thrust. Already weak from excessive blood loss, her sword went straight through Huai Yu’s shoulder blade.

Wu Zhen stared as the sword point dripping with blood beads halted an inch from her eye.

And the person shielding her was her daughter, whom she had never taken seriously.

Wu Zhen’s eyes widened in stupefaction; she stood there as if bewitched, unable to utter a sound.

Huai Yu, enduring the pain, gripped the sword tightly, preventing Huai Xinmei from advancing any further.

"Huai Yu, you really are a fool!" Huai Xinmei looked at Huai Yu blocking Wu Zhen, squinting in disbelief, "She used the Concentric Gu to take your life and yet you still block the sword for her."

"It has... nothing to do with this." Fresh blood spilled again from the corners of Huai Yu’s lips.

It seemed lately she might bleed out completely.

Huai Xinmei shook her head at Huai Yu, "You’re pathetic, Huai Yu, you deserve to be used by someone like Wu Zhen all your life!"

Huai Yu said no more, she used all her strength to snap the long sword and taking advantage of the momentum, and in an unexpected move, she lunged at Huai Xinmei.

With two sounds of blades piercing flesh.

Huai Xinmei’s eyes widened in disbelief; she supported Huai Yu, who in turn clung tighter, driving the Broken Sword deeper into her body.

"You... are insane!"

Huai Yu had chosen to die with her.

"Huai Yu!"

"Sister Huai Yu!"

Yan Lingzhen rushed over without a word, tears streaming down her face as she pushed Huai Xinmei aside; at that moment, she could only see the blood pouring out from Huai Yu’s shoulder and chest.

"The medicine box; bring my medicine box!" Without the medicine box she couldn’t treat Huai Yu.

But under the chaotic situation, even Yan Lingzhen herself didn’t know where the medicine box was.

Huai Yu clung tightly to Yan Lingzhen’s hand. "No need... to bother."

She couldn’t help but cough up another mouthful of blood, her complexion growing even paler.

From her position on the ground, she could see Yan Wanqing and Wu Zhen standing above her head.

She struggled to smile at Yan Wanqing. "I might be dying, Wanqing... It was nice... to know you."

Yan Wanqing’s face was pale as she shook her head. "No, it’s not okay... Huai Yu."

She didn’t want Huai Yu to die.

Huai Yu’s gaze drifted over everyone in the room but did not settle on Wu Zhen even once.

In the end, she looked at the Angel Envoy holding Huai Xinmei in his arms.

The man who almost had the same face as herself.

She smiled at him.

"I really... really wish..." Huai Yu’s voice trembled, and as Death reached out for her, tears slowly slid from the corners of her eyes: "... really wish the one who was taken away, back then, was—"

The last word, Huai Yu, after all, couldn’t say, but the shape of her mouth brought everyone to tears.

Even the Angel Envoy, who was indifferent to the sudden emergence of this relative, felt choked up.

His twin sister, what had she endured all these years?

How much pain had she suffered to wish that it was her who was taken away by the bandits back then?

Huai Yu died.

Both sword wounds were not fatal.

But they were enough to cause her, already weak, to bleed out and die.

Yan Lingzhen, soaked in blood, stared at the crimson on her hands and suddenly let out a long scream into the sky.

"Ahh—"

Yan Wanqing, watching her wail, couldn’t help but close her eyes.

After Yan Lingzhen’s long scream, she cried out tearfully, "Just a little... just a little more!"

Her eyes red, she glared directly at Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen felt a chill in his spine as he was stared at by those hateful eyes of the girl.

"Do you have any idea? She was just a little away from having a new life!" Yan Lingzhen shouted at Wu Zhen. "We made a great effort to clean all the 3,000 wounds on her body, driving out the remnants of the Poisonous Insect Poison from her body; then you activated the Concentric Gu. Do you know how much blood she coughed up? Yet just now, she blocked a deadly sword for you..."

"All of us were trying hard to keep her alive; why do you, her own mother... insist on wanting her to die?"

Yan Lingzhen cried uncontrollably, her voice hoarse as she held the increasingly cold body of Huai Yu in her arms, crying herself nearly faint in the midst of the wind and rain and in front of all the nobles of the Northern Border.

Wu Zhen, hearing that Huai Heng was still alive, had everything set for him.

Even choosing to sacrifice her daughter, Huai Yu, whom she had raised at her side for over twenty years.

Yan Lingzhen didn’t understand.

She couldn’t understand how human hearts could be so biased.

Could it be... that the one not favored must really die?