After hearing Shen Qingqiu’s words, Su Chen’s scalp tingled. He looked at Shen Qingqiu as if she were a demon.
Dongfang Wudao, seated above, raised his eyebrows as he watched her.
He had to admit—this woman’s combat power was terrifying.
[Host, that line Shen Qingqiu uses—“a spear dipped in dung kills whoever it stabs”—is absolutely true!] The system’s emotional voice rang out.
“You say you love Si Hanyue.”
“Then why did you refine poison and deliberately let Si Hanyue overhear it?”
“Is it because you also know Dongfang Wudao truly treats Si Hanyue well? That Dongfang Wudao has no guard up against her?”
“And why did you arrive at Soul-Breaking Cliff just in time?”
“Why did you knock Dongfang Wudao off the cliff?”
“Do you really think the contingency you left behind will convince the Dongfang family?”
“Have you considered that the Dongfang family may not need proof at all?”
“By then, the Su family and the Si family will both be destroyed.”
“And when that happens, will you still try to shift the blame onto the Dongfang family? Have you not thought about whether you were the one who provoked them first?”
“Have you considered that the Dongfang family might not rest until Si Hanyue is also dead?”
“Did that never cross your mind?”
“That can’t be. You could even foresee Dongfang Wudao’s bad intentions toward Si Hanyue and that she’d suffer in the Dongfang family. How could you not see this coming?”
“You didn’t see any of this?”
Su Chen kept his head down, not daring to speak.
“Su Chen, I’m asking you one question.”
“Do!”
“You!”
“Love!”
“Si!”
“Hanyue!”
“Or not?”
Shen Qingqiu enunciated each word.
“Answer me!”
Su Chen’s expression was blank, and cold sweat soaked his back.
Si Hanyue shed silent tears. Her face was dazed, and her lips trembled as if trying to say something.
When Su Chen remained silent, Shen Qingqiu turned toward Su Yan.
“Patriarch Su, what kind of person do you think your son is?”
Su Yan kept his head down, saying nothing.
But the rest of the Su family wished they could flay their Young Master alive.
The members of the Si family stared angrily at Si Hanyue, cursing her inwardly.
“Idiot. Moron.”
Shen Qingqiu stood up and no longer paid attention to the two of them.
[The female lead and the protagonist are estranged. Su Chen’s Fortune Value drops by 100,000. Little Master gains 100,000 Reversal Value.]
[The Su family disdains Su Chen. Su Chen’s Fortune Value drops by 50,000. Little Master gains 50,000 Reversal Value.]
Shen Qingqiu walked toward Dongfang Wudao.
When she looked at his face again, her heart skipped slightly.
“Young Master, are you satisfied?”
Shen Qingqiu exhaled in relief. As long as Dongfang Wudao was satisfied, she would get the chance to stay by his side.
She leaned in close to Dongfang Wudao’s ear and whispered softly.
But when she saw the shape of his ear, an odd thought flashed through her mind.
[What a perfectly shaped specimen.]
Then she snapped out of it and spoke gently and slowly.
Anyone watching might think she was afraid the specimen would fly away.
Dongfang Wudao smiled when he heard her words.
“Not bad.”
“You’re clever.”
“You flatter me, Young Master.”
After speaking, Dongfang Wudao flicked his fingers, and a die appeared.
He rolled it into the center of the grand hall.
Even Shen Qingqiu was stunned. She had no idea what Dongfang Wudao was planning.
“Si Hanyue, Su Chen, do you see that die?”
“You two will compete. Whoever rolls the higher number wins.”
“For example, if Si Hanyue rolls a four and Su Chen rolls a three.”
“Then Si Hanyue wins and Su Chen loses. The Su family will lose forty members. This continues until one side is completely dead, then the game ends.”
Rumble…
Dongfang Wudao’s words sent a chill through the entire hall.
Even Shen Qingqiu was dumbfounded.
That wasn’t what she meant at all!
Now, both the Su and Si families were staring at her with hatred in their eyes.
They wanted nothing more than to tear her apart on the spot.
Shen Qingqiu finally recovered and sighed when she saw their angry gazes.
[As expected, Dongfang Wudao has blackened completely. He no longer has any reverence for life.]
[Little Master has a long and difficult road ahead.]
[Dongfang Wudao’s blackening seems to have deepened significantly.]
“I see now… this is going to be tricky. If I act again, Dongfang Wudao might not even spare me.”
“Looks like completing this mission and returning won’t be so easy.”
“I thought this mission would be simple, but Dongfang Wudao doesn’t play by the rules!”
Shen Qingqiu was depressed. After putting on such a grand performance and earning Dongfang Wudao’s approval, he immediately set her up.
Now she was the villain in everyone’s eyes.
“Wudao, I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
“You did nothing wrong. I never asked you to play. You could’ve just walked away.”
Shen Qingqiu thought, “Dongfang Wudao really holds grudges. This is going to be hard!”
The Si family looked grim, especially Si Ming.
He knew Dongfang Wudao never went back on his word.
At that moment, the Su family, including Su Chen, understood too.
If they didn’t play, they’d die. If they played, there was at least a chance—however slim—that they might live.
Either way, it was death. Might as well gamble. Gamble that Dongfang Wudao would keep his word.
The more they thought about it, the angrier they got. They cursed Shen Qingqiu repeatedly in their hearts.
Shen Qingqiu looked at them innocently, palms up. If they believed she did it, then fine—she did it.
If she killed both of them now, maybe Dongfang Wudao would be moved?
Maybe it would be easier to pull him back from the abyss?
Thinking this, Shen Qingqiu inexplicably felt relieved.
“Our Su family will play.”
“Our Si family will play.”
Su Chen and Si Hanyue spoke at the same time.
The two stood up and, trembling, walked to the die.
Dongfang Wudao calmly watched them.
“Since you came up with this idea, you’ll be the referee.”
Dongfang Wudao tapped the armrest with his fingers and looked at Shen Qingqiu.
“Despicable, shameless, scheming scumbag.”
“One moment he’s pleased with me, the next he tosses me aside after using me.”
“If I get the chance, I’ll definitely make you into a specimen!”
Shen Qingqiu cursed silently, but her face wore a smile.
“Yes, Young Master.”
Inwardly: “Guys, what do I do when faced with a scheming man?”
“The Young Master has explained the rules. Let’s begin.”
Si Hanyue looked at Dongfang Wudao, her tears falling as she tried to awaken his love for her.
She didn’t understand how things had gotten this far.
It was all Su Chen’s fault. If he hadn’t come after her, her life would have been better.
The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt. Memories kept flooding her mind.
“Su Chen, even if I die, I’ll never forgive you.”
Si Hanyue said this, then picked up the die. Her heart pounded, her body trembled, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
Clatter.
The die landed.
A six.
Si Hanyue let out a sigh of relief.
Many of the kneeling members of the Si family collapsed to the ground.
Facing death, no one could remain calm.
Who would have thought that their lives would depend on a tiny die?
Su Chen’s face turned pale. His lips trembled. Many in the Su family had already closed their eyes.
Unless Su Chen also rolled a six, their fate was sealed—but the chances were slim.
Su Chen picked up the die. His throat bobbed.
The entire grand hall was tense.
The die finally stopped rolling.
When everyone saw the number it landed on, silence fell instantly across the hall.