Her Revenge

The eldest princess said nothing. She didn't look at anyone. She didn't want to hear their voices. Slowly and silently, she turned and walked toward the edge of the cliff.

A Li's heart jumped in fear. She rushed after her, terrified that Feng Yao might do something to hurt herself. "Your Highness!" A Li cried out, grabbing her arm just as she reached the cliff's edge.

Behind them, Master Xuankai stood silently, his face filled with sorrow. He had seen it with his own eyes—how his disciple, Lang Huan, had fallen off the cliff. It had all happened so fast, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. His heart was heavy with guilt and regret.

He couldn't help but believe it— The eldest princess had truly fallen in love. But to him, this kind of love was dangerous. In his view it went against the rules of the world. He let out a long sigh.

Feng Yao stood at the edge, the cold wind blowing against her face. Her eyes were red, but no tears came. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her skin, and blood dripped from her palms.

"Your Highness…" A Li said again, her voice shaking, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please… calm your heart."

A Li's voice cracked with emotion. "We are willing to die for you, to carry your pain as our own. But please… don't turn away from the people who love you and place their hopes in you. We're still here, waiting—for you to lead Great Qi to peace."

Feng Yao slowly closed her eyes, letting A Li's words sink deep into the wounds of her heart.

But then—

A loud voice broke the silence. It was Feng Tianwei. He was arguing with the Emperor. His voice was full of anger and desperation as he demanded the treasure map.

Feng Yao opened her eyes, narrowing them coldly in the direction of the noise. The Emperor—once powerful—now looked weak. Without his guards or authority, he seemed like nothing more than an old, tired man.

"Once he gets what he wants," Feng Yao said quietly to A Li, "Feng Tianwei will kill us all. Then he'll return to the capital and declare himself the new Emperor. His Majesty hasn't officially named a crown prince yet, and Feng Tianwei is the eldest son. That gives him a strong chance. The officials won't stop him."

A Li nodded in agreement.

Feng Yao straightened her robe before walking calmly toward Feng Tianwei and the Emperor.

A Li stood frozen in place. Her heart pounded with fear as she watched the princess draw a hidden dagger from her waist and step forward. Feng Tianwei stood there confidently, full of pride, acting as if he had nothing to fear.

"Brother," Feng Yao called softly.

Her voice was gentle—so rare and unfamiliar that Feng Tianwei turned to her in surprise.

He frowned. "What do you want?" he asked.

Feng Yao smiled.

It was a soft, beautiful smile. Feng Tianwei felt confused. For a moment, he was even moved by it. He had three younger sisters, but none as stunning as the eldest—Feng Yao. Her smile was rare, almost like a treasure.

 "Let me tell you something," she said gently, raising her hand and making a small gesture, inviting him to lean closer.

As if under a spell, Feng Tianwei followed her lead.

Feng Yao leaned in, her lips close to his ear, and whispered: "Go to hell."

Before he could react, she suddenly stabbed a dagger deep into his stomach.

Caught completely off guard, Feng Tianwei didn't even see it coming. Blood sprayed from the wound, hitting her face—and the Emperor's.

"You—!" Feng Tianwei gasped, eyes wide with shock. He grabbed the dagger stuck in his stomach and screamed in pain.

Everyone around them froze in disbelief. Crazy..crazy.. The eldest princess had stabbed her own brother—right in front of His Majesty. But her face remained calm. She didn't even blink as she watched her brother struggle in pain.

She looked into his eyes—and then, she laughed. Without mercy, she pulled the dagger out… and stabbed him again.

Feng Tianwei let out one final scream. His body shook, then collapsed to the ground—dead.

Feng Yao stood up straight and slowly turned to leave. But before walking away, she glanced at her father—the Emperor—and noticed his face had been splattered with blood. she reached into her sleeve and pulled out a handkerchief.

But the Emperor stepped back, fear flashing in his eyes as he looked at her face. For a moment, he thought she was drawing another dagger.

As if she could read his mind, Feng Yao gave him a dangerous smile.

She stepped closer holding the handkerchief, just wanting to wipe the blood from his face. But as she gently raised her hand, the Emperor flinched again, still shaken by what she had done.

"Father, why are you so nervous?" she said softly, her voice calm and respectful. "I only wanted to help wipe the blood from your face."

Then she added, "My brother kept threatening you because of the treasure map. So… I killed him to ease your anger. I hope you don't mind." Feng Yao turned and walked away, leaving the Emperor and everyone else in silence.

As she walked, her smile slowly disappeared.

Her eyes grew darker, and her steps became heavy with quiet anger. She only gave a single order to Qiu Yue, who stood quietly nearby:

"Hang his body on a tree. Let the crows eat him."

"Yes, understood," Qiu Yue replied, bowing her head.

Not far away, Gao Fei and Bai Han exchanged glances. "The eldest princess was truly cold-blooded. How could the duke's son have a relationship with a woman like her? Wasn't he afraid?"

"Shhh… lower your voice," one of them whispered. "She might be taking revenge for her lover. If Feng Tianwei hadn't stolen the scale of the Eight Serpent, Lang Huan and the Eighth Princess wouldn't have fallen off the cliff."

"Wei Yanzhou continued the treasure expedition half-heartedly. The Eighth Princess had died so tragically. Deep down, he cursed her—she had been blind and meddled in Lang Huan's affairs. She deserved it!

Feng Yao was heavy with regret. If only she had killed Feng Tianwei earlier… everything could have been different. Lang Huan wouldn't have fallen from that cliff.

Just then, Xiao Bai padded over and gently nudged her hand. He whimpered softly, a mournful sound that echoed the pain in her heart. Feng Yao reached out and stroked his fur, her expression softening as she watched the creature grieve.

A quick thought crossed her mind. She stood up and told A Li, who was cleaning her face and hands, to call Qiu Yue, Master Xuankai, and Wu Ming.

"I won't continue this expedition," she said firmly. "Let Master Xuankai and Wu Ming stay with His Majesty. The rest of you—come with me. We're going to search for Lang Huan. I believe Xiao Bai can track him."

Her eyes sharpened with determination.

"Unless I see it with my own eyes, I won't believe he's dead."

Then she turned to Qiu Yue and let out a cold snort. "Do you still have anything to say?"

Qiu Yue lowered her head. "I dare not. I will follow Your Highness wherever you go and protect you with my life."

Feng Yao knew Qiu Yue was loyal. But her anger still burned. Once they returned to the princess's mansion, she would make sure Qiu Yue received proper punishment.

She stepped closer to Master Xuankai and whispered quietly, "Be careful around Gao Fei and Bai Han. I don't think they're as simple as they seem. His Majesty… must not die yet."

Master Xuankai stroked his long beard and gave a slow nod. As expected, the eldest princess had sensed the same danger he had. He had noticed something suspicious about those two men.

At that moment, a falcon soared through the clouds above them. Master Xuankai glanced up and said "Your Highness, please be reassured—everything will go according to plan."