The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils Chapter 18

Leng Hanling shot a glance at the hands that were tightly gripping his hands, his heart feeling an intense loathing. He shook off Mo Qingyu’s hand and moved to sit in a corner of the carriage, lowering his eyes and refusing to look at Mo Qingyu.

Mo Qingyu had already been extremely angry. Spending ten thousand tales on a courtesan, if word got out about the situation, everyone would definitely laugh at me; it was all the fault of imbecile Mo Qingli, if it weren’t for her, I would have never paid ten times the price to buy that courtesan. Furthermore he even dares to ignore me and shake off my hand.

“You even dare to give me att.i.tude?” Mo Qingyu sat next to Leng Hanling, tightly grabbing his elbow, her normally pretty face contorted with a fiery anger. “Do you understand how much money this princess spent for you to be my courtesan. From now on, your desirability at night will be much higher than all those prost.i.tutes, so you must properly thank this princess. Today if you service me well enough, this princess might even consider buying you from that low-grade brothel, and make you my bed warmer.”

Seeing Leng Hanling give no reaction to her words, Mo Qingyu became very angry, taking out her sword from her sheath and pressing it against his shoulder. In a jeering manner, she said, “I’m giving you face so don’t throw it away, do you think you really are anything special? This princess only talks to you because she wants to, around me, don’t bother pretending that you’re n.o.ble and aloof.”

With a loud “bang”, the carriage halted to a start. Losing her balance, the sword in Mo Qingyu’s hands deeply cut into Leng Hanling’s shoulder, blood immediately staining the surrounding fabric a bright red color.

Mo Qingyu immediately became even angrier, lifting the curtain of the carriage window, loudly shouting: “How come you stopped the carriage,  could it be you want to die?”

“Prin—princess, there, there’s a person blocking the road.”

Mo Qingyu put her head through the window, looking toward the front of the carriage. In the dark abyss of the night, the faint silhouettes of two people were visible. “Who is it? Which impudent fool dares to block this princess’s way.”

With a sudden gust of wind, the maids and bodyguards that Mo Qingyu had brought with her, and even the driver of the carriage went into a dead faint. The silhouettes gradually became visible.

“It’s you!” Mo Qingyu seized the sword that had been embedded in Leng Hanling’s shoulder, ignoring his sudden cry of pain, and pointed it towards the two people in alarm. “You, you, what are you trying to do?”

“Elder sister, I remember that I told you just a few moments ago, that if you ever pointed that sword towards me, then the consequences will be your own responsibility!” Mo Qingli slowly strolled towards the carriage, talking in a heavily mocking manner of speaking. However her face did not contain even the faintest trace of humor, instead coldly staring at Mo Qingyu.

The current Mo Qingli really made Mo Qingyu feel a kind of killing intent. Furthermore, the fact that all of her bodyguards and maids had fainted just like that made Mo Qingyu tremble violently. She hurriedly threw away the sword to the side, speaking in a fawning manner, “Sixth Sister, I, I forgot temporarily. Just pretend that you never saw it, your elder sister really didn’t mean to purposefully direct it towards you.”

“Oh? But, just then Elder Sister really did point her sword towards me, ah!” Mo Qingli narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, giving the impression of a mischievous expression. After she had finished speaking she turned to Yue Yao beside her, asking, “Yue Yao, what do you think?”

From the side, Yue Yao resisted the urge to smile, respectfully responding to Mo Qingli: “Yes, this maid saw with her own eyes the Eldest Princess point her sword towards you, Princess.”

“Elder sister, what do you say, what should be done?” Mo Qingli eyes revealed a hint of a smiling expression, taking a leisurely step towards Mo Qingyu.

Mo Qingyu saw Mo Qingli walk towards her another step, inside her eyes flas.h.i.+ng a fierce hatred. Suddenly, she picked up the sword by her side, thrusting it towards Mo Qingli, laughing: “Who told an imbecile like you to scare me, to even have the audacity to fancy my man, go die!”

“Dang!” Inside Mo Qingli eyes flashed a trace of ridicule. Reaching out a single slender finger, she lightly flicked it, and the sword flew out of Mo Qingyu’s hands and onto the floor.

Mo Qingyu’s eyes were extremely wide, unable to process the situation as she stared at Mo Qingli. “You, you know martial arts? How is possible for you to know martial arts?”

“Elder Sister, why don’t you say how I should punish you?” Mo Qingli did not answer Mo Qingyu’s question, her two eyes narrowing, indifferently saying, “The way you punished Feng Chenling, how about I punish you the same way?”

“No!” A shrill scream reverberated into the sky.