145: Lin Shiyin, I want to survive and expose their conspiracy.

She suddenly understood why Lin Xianer had been so actively 'guiding her through the maze', and why she had so confidently declared that only Shangguan Jinhong could easily kill Lu Jiuyuan.

It turned out that from beginning to end, this was a meticulously designed game and manipulation.

She had offered up everything she had left, only to end up in the bed of her enemy's father, becoming a pathetic and laughable pawn in a bizarre game between the enemy father and son, and even being treated as a toy by another woman for her amusement.

“Heh heh… Hahahah…”

Lin Shiyin began to laugh, her laughter more unpleasant than crying, filled with self-destructive madness:

“Good, very good! All of you… are very good!”

Shangguan Jinhong released his grip, letting her slump into the silken quilt, and unhurriedly straightened his sleeves.

“I know what Lin Xianer means, and I know why she sent you here.

She knows that if you suffer such humiliation, you will not live alone, and if you die. I and Detective Li can only live one.

She is very curious about whether the Little Li Flying Dagger or the Dragon and Phoenix Twin Rings are stronger, and I am equally curious.

So I will not refuse her kind intentions.”

“I saved her life, I took her in, I treated her like a younger sister.

How could she do this to me?”

“Because you are the beauty of the human world, and she is the beauty of Hell! Those who have loved you will never love her again…” Shangguan Jinhong said indifferently:

“Hahahahah… Because of this? Just because of this?…”

Lin Shiyin’s laughter gradually faded, turning into a silent sob, her shoulders trembling violently.

Her gaze was hollow as she looked at the ornate canopy, all her hate, all her resentment, all her shame, ultimately turning into a dead ash of despair.

She slowly sat up, ignoring the slipping brocade quilt and the unsightly marks on her body, her eyes fixed on the flickering candlelight on the table.

Shangguan Jinhong watched with cold eyes, as if observing a play unrelated to him.

He even leisurely poured himself a cup of cold tea and slowly sipped it.

“You want to die now.” He stated calmly, not as a question.

Lin Shiyin did not answer, but slowly got out of bed, her bare feet treading on the cold floor, walking step by step towards the candlestick.

Her movements were stiff, like a marionette.

Shangguan Jinhong did not stop her, only saying faintly: “It’s fine to die here.

Your death will be the last and most important gift to Li Xunhuan.

I wonder if his Flying Dagger will still be as steady as before?”

These words precisely pierced Lin Shiyin’s last line of defense.

Her body swayed, and she clutched the edge of the table, her fingernails scraping a harsh sound across the surface.

If she died, what would happen to Li Xunhuan?

Would he seek revenge for her, confronting the unfathomable Shangguan Jinhong?

He would certainly do so; Shangguan Jinhong was not a good person, and Li Xunhuan would definitely avenge her.

But wouldn’t this play right into the hands of Lin Xianer and Shangguan Jinhong?

But to live? What was the meaning of living? Her husband was dead, her son was dead, her purity was ruined, her enemy was the son of the man she had slept with,

and she herself had become a tool for her enemy's father to strike at his old lover… Was there anything more ridiculous or tragic in this world?

An endless sense of desolation and absurdity swallowed her.

No, Lu Jiuyuan is Shangguan Fei, Shangguan Fei is Shangguan Jinhong's son, Shangguan Jinhong is a bad guy, and Shangguan Fei is also a bad guy.

Li Xunhuan now has a reason to act against Shangguan Fei.

Perhaps Li Xunhuan cannot kill Shangguan Jinhong, but he can certainly kill Shangguan Fei.

I cannot die, I must let Li Xunhuan know the truth, I must let Li Xunhuan avenge Xiaoyun.

Thoughts flashed quickly through Lin Shiyin’s mind, and she suddenly reached out, sweeping the exquisite tea set on the table violently to the ground!

The crisp sound of shattering porcelain was particularly jarring amidst the thunder and rain.

She turned around, tears streaming down her pale face, her eyes filled with a hysterical madness:

“Shangguan Jinhong! Lin Xian’er! You want to see me die? You want to see Li Xunhuan go mad for me? Hahahahah… I will not grant your wish!”

She said in a hoarse voice: “I will live! I will watch with my own eyes! Watch what fate awaits all of you!

Watch if your schemes and tricks can stand against the clear justice of Heaven!”

A hint of surprise finally flickered in Shangguan Jinhong’s eyes, then transformed into deeper mockery:

“Oh? Even ants cling to life, let alone humans. It’s good that you live; perhaps you might still be useful later.”

The disdain and contempt in his words completely shattered Lin Shiyin’s last shred of dignity.

She suddenly bent down, picked up the largest piece of porcelain shard, and clutched it tightly in her hand, blood instantly seeping from between her fingers.

“My life or death, from now on, has nothing to do with you! And nothing to do with Li Xunhuan!”

Her voice was calm, yet like a cuckoo crying blood:

“Tell Shangguan Fei! Tell him! My Lin Shiyin, in this life, with him, and with your Shangguan Family, it’s an endless struggle!”

Before her words finished, she suddenly slashed the shard across her face!

A streak of blood instantly spread from the corner of her eye to her jaw, deep enough to show bone, ruining her peerless beauty!

Shangguan Jinhong frowned slightly, seemingly not expecting her to be so fierce and resolute, to disfigure herself to show her resolve.

But he still did not move, merely watching coldly.

Lin Shiyin convulsed with pain, but she forced herself not to fall.

She threw down the shard, letting the fresh blood stain her naked body and pale cheeks, making her look terrifying and tragically beautiful.

She stumbled to pick up the black cloak from the ground, haphazardly wrapped herself in it, no longer looking at Shangguan Jinhong, and staggered out of the study, into the pouring rain outside.

Rainwater mixed with blood, trailing a faint red mark behind her, which was then washed away by the heavier rain.

Jing Wuming appeared like a ghost at the doorway, looking in the direction where Lin Shiyin had disappeared, his eyes still hollow.

Shangguan Jinhong walked to the window, his hands behind his back, looking out at the dark, rainy night, and said faintly: “Follow her and see where she goes. Do not interfere.”

“Yes.” Jing Wuming responded, his figure merging into the rainy night, silently.

A slight curve appeared at the corner of Shangguan Jinhong’s mouth.

“Endless struggle? A little interesting.

Li Xunhuan, when you see her like this, will your Flying Dagger still be so steady?

Fei’er, my good son, your father has added another interesting Karmic Obstruction for you; you must handle it well.”

“Clean, hahahaha, how can there be any clean place in this Golden Money Gang!

You are too naive; your father will personally teach you what Jianghu treachery means! What human wickedness means!

You are truly too outstanding, so outstanding that your father feels fear. So outstanding that your father doesn't believe you could be my son.

But you are too much like me! You are truly too similar, exactly like me when I was young.

Even the people who follow you are so similar.”

Shangguan Jinhong said softly: “When you were a fool, I was frustrated by your lack of progress, and I never wondered why heroic and capable emperors often killed their excellent crown princes.

Now, I understand!”

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