She made no move either.
Her breath was cold, drifting across Moxiaoji’s neck, making the chill increasingly dense.
Moxiaoji’s breathing became heavier. Her eyes darted left and right, then suddenly turned, reaching out her hand.
She left in an instant.
Moxiaoji, with her hands outstretched, became completely furious: “Damn it, are you a ghost or human, you’re not even human… you…”
Halfway through her curse, Moxiaoji felt pain on her cheek, like being blown by a cold wind, burning hot.
Normally, people would either be timid and scream or continue cursing.
Moxiaoji clearly belonged to the latter. Perhaps because she grew up in such a strange village, she was much more resilient than ordinary girls.
She was so angry that she would dare to curse even the King of Hell.
Regarding readers’ discussion about whether this is a transmigration story, I want to say it’s not. Perhaps what everyone sees is just surface phenomena, but the ending will be unexpected. Until the last moment, the mystery will remain a mystery.
Who is Moxiaoji’s grandmother? Who is the skinned seductive woman in the bamboo forest?
This book will feature many villains. Let’s wait and see the horrifying ending!
Timid children, stop here!
I won’t be responsible if you can’t sleep from being scared.
I’m only responsible for scaring, not comforting.
Snake Hair Bun
“Damn you, you’re better off dead than alive, thrown away after death…” Then Moxiaoji’s face gained another burning wound.
Moxiaoji could see nothing, only feeling the cold wind blowing.
“You coward, come out if you have the guts. I know about you, you shameless woman…”
Then Moxiaoji’s face continued to receive new burning wounds with her cursing.
But Moxiao Ji’s face grew more painful, and she cursed even more fiercely, eventually dragging her ancestors into the insults. Perhaps they found teasing Moxiao Ji no longer amusing.
In the end, no matter how harshly Moxiao Ji cursed, no new wounds were added to her face.
Moxiao Ji was exhausted and out of breath, plopping down on the bed, lying back and breathing heavily.
Moxiao Ji passed out again, this time the surroundings were very quiet. When she awoke, the day had already brightened, and golden brilliant light filled the entire room, making the air feel fresh.
Moxiao Ji yawned and got up from the bed.
Perhaps hearing her movement, the two maids from yesterday walked in from outside, each carrying washing implements.
Moxiao Ji’s face no longer felt pain, as if last night’s events were just a nightmare, yet so real.
After washing her face and changing clothes, Moxiao Ji sat at the dressing table.
The enchanting maidservant brought over a mirror. The moment she saw the mirror, Moxiao Ji’s heart raced; she was now timid about looking at her reflection.
Bluish powder, water-like eyes, a small and straight nose like a scallion stem, full and rosy lips – this was her face. Moxiao Ji felt a surge of joy.
When she saw the foot-binding cloth on her feet, she thought about her face…
The enchanting maidservant carefully arranged a light and elegant hairstyle for Moxiao Ji, with cloud-like buns, graceful and charming.
Looking at herself in the mirror, who seemed like a different person, Moxiao Ji truly appreciated her skillful hands.
“Your Highness, shall we visit the Grand Princess today to pay respects?”
Moxiao Ji frowned: “Grand Princess”
A Beauty Who Could Topple Kingdoms
The maidservant noticed her furrowed brow and softly replied: “You haven’t paid respects for several days. The day before yesterday, the Grand Princess even sent someone to inquire about your well-being.”
Moxiao Ji sighed internally. Her status was truly troublesome – her mother was a concubine who had passed away, and she was married to a prince who was also on the brink of death. Being his concubine was headache-inducing.
How she wished this was just a dream. But… oh my! Being with the old witch grandmother seemed even more dangerous, constantly feeding her strange things that would likely kill her someday. Going out for a walk might be good; since she had awakened, she hadn’t properly explored.
Seeing Moxiao Ji nod, the maidservant was very happy. But Moxiao Ji always felt that behind the servant’s respectful demeanor was a look of disdain. Whenever Moxiao Ji suddenly turned back, she could catch a glimpse of her resentful and mocking gaze.
The mansion wasn’t large, but its layout was meticulously designed.
Stepping out of the crescent moon gate, there was a rockery. Among the rockery and rose bushes was a crystalline white bridge. Descending the bridge revealed a vast, lush bamboo forest.
Moxiao Ji had no interest in the scenery. The familiar scene before her was one she had seen in the ancient tomb where she had fallen unconscious.
Especially the bamboo forest made her nerves shudder.
Fortunately, there was nothing in the bamboo forest now, not even a hint of red at the bottom.
Moxiao Ji quickened her pace, wanting to pass through quickly.
The two maidservants behind her exchanged surprised glances, especially the enchanting maidservant, whose mouth curled into a cold smile.
Pure white gauze curtains, ivory towers, even the room’s furnishings were entirely white. And within this whiteness stood a breathtakingly beautiful woman in white, reminiscent of Wang Yuyan from ancient times.
Her eyebrows were delicate, her eyes languid, and her exquisite facial expression was utterly indolent. Yet her every gesture radiated an astonishing beauty that captivated one’s gaze.
She saw Moxiao Ji and smiled.
As if all creatures in heaven and earth would turn to ash, only her stunning smile magnified before her eyes.
The White-Clad Woman
Moxiao Ji was stunned.
The white-clad woman walked over smiling, taking Moxiao Ji’s hand: “Sister, are you feeling better?”
Moxiao Ji, still mesmerized by the woman’s face, nodded forcefully: “Much better.”
Her heart was screaming: How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world?
Her room, like its owner, was exquisite to the extreme. Few items, yet each was refined beyond measure.
Sitting on the brocade cushion, Moxiao Ji watched the beauty use a delicate jade teapot to brew emerald tea, then take out two ivory-white small cups, fill them with tea, and gracefully move to hand one to Moxiao Ji.
The ivory-white cup emitted a soft glow, but under the tea’s influence, it turned a translucent green, with white shimmering through. It was so beautiful that Moxiao Ji dared not drink.
The woman reclined sideways on the cushion, white gossamer scattered on the floor.
Her incomparable beauty was even more vivid beneath the emerald tea’s veil.
Such a woman could only exist in heaven; how rare to encounter her on earth.
Moxiao Ji gazed at the white-clad woman enviously, shaking her head, wishing she could be as beautiful, wanting to look at her endlessly.
The white-clad woman couldn’t help but laugh at Moxiao Ji’s silly expression.
This laugh made Mo Xiaoji even more stunned.
It was like a most beautiful and delicate peony suddenly blooming before her eyes, so shocking that Mo Xiaoji even forgot to drink her tea.
The woman tilted her head and smiled sweetly at Mo Xiaoji: “What’s wrong today, little sister? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Oh! Oh!” Mo Xiaoji lowered her head shyly.
During tea time, Mo Xiaoji didn’t know where to place her eyes. Being with such a beautiful person would create pressure for men, and women would feel the same way.
When Mo Xiaoji finally broke free from her wild thoughts, she discovered the white-clothed woman had picked up a jade-green long sword and was standing in the empty courtyard.
Her long robe was already removed, leaving only a short jacket.
The woman smiled charmingly: “Little sister, I’m sorry, my sword practice time has arrived, if little sister…”
