My Lady Always Lacks Ambition
Chapter 296 - 295: I’m Not the One to Always Talk about Fighting and Killing

Chapter 296: Chapter 295: I’m Not the One to Always Talk about Fighting and Killing

In the boudoir of Miss Xiao of the Xiao Family, Xiao Qinghan stood at the railing on the second floor of her boudoir in her water sleeve costume, gazing upon the entire Xiao Family compound. Her lips moved silently, as if in conversation with someone, or perhaps merely talking to herself.

"Another one has come. They are so cruel, trying to tear us apart. Han’er, I really hate them."

Xiao Qinghan flipped her water sleeve as if she had transformed into another person, her expression turning sinister, and she sneered coldly, "Bring one and I’ll kill one, bring two and I’ll kill them both; they are courting death."

Moments later, her expression changed once again, "Don’t harm them, they are Han’er’s family."

"Useless fool, because you’re so weak, that’s why they don’t take you seriously. You deserve to die a horrific death. If you had listened to me and drained their vitality, you could have soared freely with Han’er."

"No, don’t want!"

The maid serving beneath the tower stared at the person on the second floor, who was talking to herself non-stop, with rapidly changing expressions, and couldn’t help feeling profoundly shocked.

The condition of their young miss had been like this not just for one or two days, and it had worsened in the past few days. It was as if several people were living inside her body, but the familiar miss was never to be seen.

Everyone felt uneasy.

Night gradually fell.

Xiao Qinghan watched the Golden Crow setting, then she came to her senses and frowned.

Something was not quite right.

She surveyed the entire estate, and as her gaze slowly narrowed to focus on this courtyard, her brows knitted together, her red painted lips pressed into a straight line, and her eyes gradually turned bloodshot.

"It seems that the person who has come this time is somewhat capable," Xiao Qinghan’s lips curled into a rampant smile.

Qin Liuxi was here.

With two sleeves rustling like the wind, and talismans concealed within, a pouch of silver needles hanging at her waist.

Xiao Zhanrui and the others trailed behind her from a distance, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Qin Liuxi didn’t allow them to follow, because they couldn’t be of any help and might even drag her down, so she forbade them from following.

The courtyard door was pushed open.

Qin Liuxi looked up and locked eyes with the young woman who was leaning on the railing, frowning slightly.

"Should I call you Fusheng or Xiao Qinghan?" Qin Liuxi’s voice was light, "Will you come down, or shall I come up?"

The person appeared dazed for a moment, "Fusheng, does someone still remember my name?" Her words had just fallen when her expression changed again, "Useless fool, don’t be influenced, that wretched Taoist is deceiving you."

Qin Liuxi observed and thought that it wasn’t just Fusheng; there were others, like another person or a split personality.

And Xiao Qinghan?

Qin Liuxi touched the needle pouch at her waist, her fingertips subtly moving.

"Fusheng, I’ve had someone retrieve your remains."

Fusheng looked down sharply, her water sleeves fluttering as she leapt straight down from the second floor, before everyone’s eyes.

Like a butterfly with flipping wings.

"Miss!" The servants screamed in surprise, and the old woman who had once visited Qingping Temple was so scared that she collapsed on the ground, trembling.

And outside the boudoir, Mrs. Xiao saw this and rolled her eyes back, fainting on the spot, causing the servants around to cry out in alarm, calling for a doctor and supporting her.

Xiao Zhanrui had someone take his mother back to the main residence while he watched tensely, turning to Governor Xiao by his side, "Father, Han’er, she..."

"That may no longer be Han’er," Governor Xiao clenched his fists, his eyes fierce.

This is not his obedient and tender daughter, but that despicable and venomous actress.

Fusheng fell to the ground unharmed, her long water sleeves dragging on both sides, glaring at Qin Liuxi.

The yard was brightly lit.

Qin Liuxi had clearly seen the person before her.

Xiao Qinghan was originally a very good-looking beauty, with a melon-seed face, big eyes, black hair like a waterfall, and a slender figure.

But the Xiao Qinghan before her had lost her former color, her face pale, eyes bloodshot, her melon-seed face thinned to a point, so feeble as if she would collapse at any moment.

Her shell had been taken over by Fusheng, her vitality fading.

"Fusheng?" Qin Liuxi took a step forward.

"Stinky Taoist, I advise you not to meddle in other people’s affairs. Go back where you came from, or don’t blame me for not being polite!" Fusheng snarled fiercely, her eyes glaring at Qin Liuxi with harshness and a hint of wariness.

The Taoist before her was not the useless one who had come before. She couldn’t act rashly, but she didn’t show any sign of weakness, with her malevolent aura fully exposed.

As the evil aura dispersed, the servants still in the courtyard were affected, becoming dazed and collapsing.

Seeing this, Qin Liuxi cast a spell: "Get out of the courtyard, all of you."

Those servants regained their senses and scrambled out of the yard.

Seeing this, Fusheng became even more vigilant: "You stinky Taoist, you do have some real skills. I’m not scared. If you want to kill, then Han’er and I might as well become a pair of ghostly lovers."

"Are you willing to do that?" Qin Liuxi said, "Fusheng, you are resentful, but you haven’t harmed her, nor her family. Even when her family strangled you, you just dispersed some evil spirit. You’re also reluctant to see her heartbroken, aren’t you?"

Fusheng cackled: "Your words are even sweeter than my acting in plays, I almost believed you. The Xiao Family killed me and obstructed me, how could I let them go? It’s just that the time hasn’t come yet."

"Oh, what time?"

Fusheng watched warily, "Stop your nonsense, if you have any moves, make them!"

Qin Liuxi shook his head: "Look at me. I appear gentle and refined, not someone who’s keen on fighting and killing."

Hah, as if a ghost would believe that!

"How about you come out of Xiao Qinghan’s body first, then we can talk?"

"Do you think I’m a fool? Coming out would leave me at your mercy." Fusheng sneered, "You spiritual charlatans all speak with the same deceptive tongue, you’re just trying to fool ghosts!"

"So it seems you don’t really love Xiao Qinghan that much after all. That foolish girl is actually crazy for you, tsk."

Fusheng’s expression changed drastically as she shouted in anger, "Shut up! What do you know, Han’er and I truly love each other, I love her, and she does the same."

"You love her? I doubt that. Otherwise, how could you bear to see her soul scatter?"

Fusheng exclaimed in shock and anger, "Nonsense, I did not!"

Her anger intensifying, the malevolent energy growing thicker, her black hair flying behind her head, her eyes bloodshot, looking like an Evil Ghost.

Qin Liuxi touched the needle pouch, saying, "Whether I’m talking nonsense, don’t you know? Why don’t you calculate how long it has been since Xiao Qinghan was last seen?"

Fusheng was somewhat stunned.

"How can one body harbor two souls? Xiao Qinghan’s birth chart was not extremely light, nor heavy, and being of Yin nature, your possession of her body initially allowed her spirit to still control her own body, but as time passed, she could not suppress you anymore. Or perhaps, she willingly retreated to the depths of her spiritual platform, giving you her body." Qin Liuxi, holding a silver needle, continued: "You’re dominating her body, and sooner or later you’ll become the rightful owner of this body. Her soul, then, will slowly dissolve until you devour it, isn’t that soul scattering?"

Hearing this, a flash of panic crossed Fusheng’s twisted face as she struggled: "It can’t be, this cannot be, Han’er. Trash, she’s tricking you, spouting nonsense..."

It was at this moment.

Qin Liuxi’s gaze sharpened as the silver needle she held between her fingertips shot towards Fusheng’s upper lip.