7 – What if hе liеs?
In thе Сitу оf Еternal Night, mаnу оf its inhаbitаnts feared hеr аs well.
Thеre was nо hеlрing it—it wаs bесausе shе wаs tоo pоwerful.
But now, she wаs mеrelу а bеаutiful wеakling, hеr соmbat strength nоt еven а ten-thousandth оf what it оnce was.
Тhe diffеrenсеs among humаns were alsо quitе signifiсаnt.
Bo Сhеnjing hаd bеen kickеd flying bу her, yеt he wasn’t аfraid of hеr.
Thinking of Bо Сhеnjing inevitаblу brought to mind deliсious instаnt nоodles аnd cakе.
Sheng Сhuуаng pаtted her stоmach—shе wаs а little hungry.
A hungry Sheng Chuyang hаd а terrible tempеr.
“Yоu can keер dawdling a bit longer, then just call the funeral home directly to have him sent off for cremation.”
The bodyguard hurriedly dialed for an ambulance.
…
Sheng Chuyang wandered back to her room.
She didn’t turn on the lights.
Moving freely in the pitch-black room.
The Blood Clan possessed exceptional night vision; to them, darkness was no different from daylight.
The instincts belonging to the Blood Clan were gradually awakening within this body.
She had reason to suspect that this body was tailor-made for her.
If the truth was as she suspected, then the person orchestrating everything behind the scenes must have foreseen long ago that something would happen on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony.
The only ones who would care for her so thoughtfully, aside from her brother and father, were beyond her imagination.
The problem was, she couldn’t return to the City of Eternal Night now.
Without returning to the City of Eternal Night, she couldn’t ask her brother and father about this matter.
She could only live cautiously among humans under the identity of the human Sheng Chuyang.
Those not of our kind must have different hearts.
Those not of our kind must be put to death.
Every race is born with an instinctive aversion to outsiders.
Moreover, a vampire hunter as prominent as Bo Chenjing was keeping an eye on her.
Bo Chenjing’s current friendliness toward her was only because he believed her essence was still human.
If one day Bo Chenjing discovered she was Sheng Chuyang, the Vampire Princess, he would undoubtedly execute her on the spot.
First rule of survival in the human world: stay away from Bo Chenjing.
Summarized in four words: just stay alive.
Then wait quietly for the right opportunity to return to the City of Eternal Night.
Having sorted through these thoughts, the sky was already bright.
Sheng Chuyang drew the curtains tightly, ensuring not a single ray of light could penetrate the room, and crawled into the wardrobe to sleep.
…
When she woke, it was already evening.
Someone was knocking on the door outside.
Two polite, measured, and rhythmic knocks, then a courteous pause.
A gentle inquiry followed: “Is Miss Sheng there?”
Such politeness and such a gentle tone—it certainly couldn’t be anyone from the Sheng family.
The original owner had a poor reputation, so for this person to treat her so well, they must have ulterior motives.
Sheng Chuyang opened the door to find a well-dressed middle-aged man standing there.
“Miss Sheng, the young master has sent me to pick you up for the old master’s birthday banquet.” The middle-aged man smiled, his tone gentle, appearing very respectful toward her.
But Sheng Chuyang could tell he wasn’t truly respectful.
In fact, he somewhat looked down on her.
His smile was superficial, the curve of his lips shallow and stiff, barely concealing his disdain.
Her brother was in poor health, and her father hoped she would assist him when she grew up, so he had taught her many things from a young age.
Otherwise, relying solely on her combat prowess wouldn’t have been enough to make the entire Blood Clan fear her.
She had never interacted with humans before, but she could still see things clearly.
“Thank you for your trouble.” She remembered—this man was Jiang Fan, an underling of Jiang Songran.
As for Jiang Songran…
He was the ugly man on her phone’s lock screen.
Her fiancé.
Jiang Fan was momentarily taken aback before stepping aside: “Please, Miss Sheng.”In the past, Sheng Chuyang had never been this polite to him.
After taking two steps, Sheng Chuyang seemed to remember something and turned back to ask him, “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
Jiang Fan straightened his expression and said, “Yesterday, the Sixth Master investigated Miss Sheng’s situation and said you were misdiagnosed by the doctor. Everyone feels you’ve suffered greatly, so why would we be afraid of you?”
The entire statement was flawlessly delivered.
The Jiang family was a prestigious and well-known clan in Huayang.
Great families were indeed different—even a subordinate spoke more eloquently than Sheng Nanting.
“Is Bo Chenjing’s word always trustworthy? What if he’s lying?”
She hadn’t expected Bo Chenjing to wield such authority that others would believe whatever he said without question.
Jiang Fan’s tone suddenly turned grave. “Miss Sheng, watch your words. Offending the Sixth Master is something even our Jiang family cannot afford.”
“Oh.” She recalled kicking Bo Chenjing just yesterday.
Somehow, the Bo Chenjing others spoke of seemed like a completely different person from the one she knew.
Jiang Fan shook his head inwardly. He had thought Sheng Chuyang might have matured after her brush with death, but it seemed she remained as arrogant and dismissive as ever.
He couldn’t fathom what the old master saw in her, insisting that the young master become engaged to her.
…
Last night, the bodyguards had all been so terrified of Sheng Chuyang that they resigned and fled overnight.
As a result, the Sheng family villa felt unusually empty today.
Sheng Nanting sat alone in the living room. When he saw Jiang Fan come downstairs, he approached.
Forcing a smile, he feigned warmth. “Yangyang, why don’t you go ahead and keep Old Master Jiang company? We’ll join you later.”
Sheng Chuyang’s expression darkened. “Don’t call me so familiarly. We’re not that close.”
She planned to live under this human identity for now, but she had no intention of humoring Sheng Nanting by putting on an act.
Sheng Nanting’s face instantly turned ashen.
…
Instead of taking Sheng Chuyang directly to the banquet, Jiang Fan escorted her to get styled and select a gown.
Sheng Chuyang was quite pleased with the gown selection.
The original owner’s wardrobe was filled with gaudy, brightly colored clothes, which she disliked.
Sheng Chuyang chose a black gown for herself.
When she emerged after changing, the entire styling team’s expressions shifted.
With her snow-white skin and thick black hair, the black gown gave her an indescribably eerie and sinister aura.
She looked as if she were attending a funeral.
“Miss Sheng, would you like to try something else?” The stylist had worked with her before and knew the temper of the Sheng family’s second daughter. Not daring to speak too forcefully, his tone carried a hint of flattery.
“This one is fine.” Sheng Chuyang was quite satisfied with the dress and replied with a slightly displeased, firmer tone.
Though just an eighteen-year-old girl, she exuded an air of sacred, unassailable dignity.
The stylist fell silent for a moment.
After composing himself, he spoke again. “What hairstyle would Miss Sheng like?”
Hairstyling?
“No hairstyle.” For the Blood Clan, hair represented power and was never to be touched lightly.
The stylist: “…”
Why was the Sheng family’s second daughter becoming more and more difficult to handle?
At least before, she would bossily order him to style her. Now, she wouldn’t let him do anything at all.
And she had even taken to the dark aesthetic!
Sheng Chuyang walked straight out.
As soon as she opened the door, she bumped right into Jiang Songran, who was approaching from the opposite direction.
Jiang Songran was more handsome in person than in photos—a typical wealthy young master, with an air of arrogance between his brows.
But compared to Bo Chenjing, he was like mud to clouds.
Jiang Songran frowned and blocked her path.”Sheng Chuyang, today is my grandfather’s seventieth birthday. What do you mean by dressing like this?”
Sheng Chuyang disdainfully shifted half a step to the side, putting some distance between them, before replying, “It’s already good enough that I’m willing to come. What I wear is none of your business!”