Chapter Eighteen: Someone's Acting Shameless!

Liu Ling’er was so furious she felt her lungs would burst. She thought, “Even if Baili Xian can’t consummate the marriage, does he really have to find another man to do it for him? Now I finally understand how his previous wives died—so that’s how it is!”

And another thing! If you’re going to find a man, could you at least pick someone with some standards? Even though I’m wearing a veil, I can tell at a glance that this guy is practically a cripple! And with that shifty, villainous look—he’s clearly up to no good. Wait, could he be a thief? What a coincidence! What kind of thief has the audacity to sneak into the Prince Xian’s estate?

The moment that servant-looking man entered the room, his eyes locked onto Liu Ling’er. She couldn’t help but wonder whether he was not a thief but a lecher. Regardless, nothing about him suggested he was a decent person.

Forced into marriage was humiliation enough; now she had to deal with this scoundrel eyeing her as well. Liu Ling’er was already preparing to handle him first.

When Liu Ling’er saw the scoundrel draw a dagger from his boot, she was quick to cover Xiao Tao’s mouth, or the girl would have screamed already. All her previous assumptions were immediately overturned—this wasn’t about theft or assault; he was clearly here to kill her!

But whom had she ever offended? The former Liu Ling’er was the model of a sheltered young lady, barely stepping outside her door. Since taking over this body, she had only offended a wealthy young master, and even then, she had been disguised as Xiao Tao.

Could this man have a grudge against Baili Xian, and she was just collateral damage? Whatever the reason, Liu Ling’er’s gaze toward the assassin grew sharp. The hapless assassin had no idea he was about to become the target of someone’s pent-up frustration.

Suddenly, with a loud thud, the assassin slipped and landed flat on his back, limbs splayed. Liu Ling’er pressed a hand to her forehead, barely suppressing her laughter. If not for the dagger in his hand, she would have doubted his profession entirely.

How pitiful—he had slipped on a banana peel Liu Ling’er had thrown earlier, tumbling to the ground in a daze.

Xiao Tao had been trembling with fear, but now her shoulders shook and her face turned red as she tried to hold back her laughter.

Liu Ling’er’s smile was wickedly mischievous: “Hehe! All the fault of the ‘banana’!” (Anyone with a wandering mind, give yourself a slap!) If the assassin could see her face beneath the red bridal veil, he’d surely run for his life.

Now that the commotion had grown loud, the assassin grew flustered, but his professional instincts quickly took over. He scrambled to his feet and slashed at Liu Ling’er with his dagger.

Su Yunyun, crouched on the beam above, realized things were going badly and was about to jump down, but Liu Ling’er reacted even faster. From her sleeve, she flicked a silver needle with perfect precision, striking the assassin right where it hurt most.

As she did this, Liu Ling’er’s lips curled into a sly smile. She opened her mouth and cried out in a sweet, delicate voice, “Help! Someone come quickly! There’s a pervert here! Come catch the pervert!”

Hearing the sense in this, Xiao Tao echoed, “Catch the pervert! Someone come catch the pervert!”

On the roof, Su Yunyun nearly lost her balance and fell. That vulnerable spot had suffered a devastating blow. Who knew if the assassin would ever recover? He let out a blood-curdling scream, writhing on the ground, all his strength gone—he couldn’t even attempt another attack on Liu Ling’er.

When the assassin heard her yell, he was beside himself with frustration. Blood almost spurted from his mouth. “I say, madam! Who’s the real pervert here? Since when does an assassin wielding a dagger show up in a bridal chamber to harass women? This is outright slander!”

Seeing how incompetent the assassin was, Xiao Tao no longer felt afraid. She ran forward and began to kick him while he was down. The assassin curled up, but then Xiao Tao’s actions left even Liu Ling’er stunned.

Xiao Tao’s foot landed squarely on the assassin’s groin, making him writhe in agony. Realizing the effectiveness of this move, Xiao Tao used it again and again, delivering a relentless series of kicks. Black lines seemed to rain from Liu Ling’er’s head—this was certainly not something she had taught her.

Well then! If before the assassin was simply incapacitated, now he’d been promoted straight to eunuch status. Watching from above, Su Yunyun saw her cousin’s frenzied display and felt a chill in her own nether regions—a sensation that could only be called: utter agony.