The Regent's Concubine is Crazy

Shangguan Jiaoyun walked in gracefully and called softly, "Sister."

When Shangguan Ziling saw Shangguan Jiaoyun coming, she took a step forward without hesitation, raised her hand and slapped Shangguan Jiaoyun hard in the face.

A resounding slapping sound was heard, and Shangguan Jiaoyun was caught off guard. She staggered, covering her face with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

She looked at Shangguan Ziling with tears in her eyes, her voice trembling: "Sister, why did you hit me? How did I offend you?" Shangguan Jiaoyun's words were full of grievance and confusion.

Shangguan Ziling snorted expressionlessly, her eyes full of disgust and anger: "Shangguan Jiaoyun, I just want to hit you because I'm upset with you. So? Go and complain to dad." Her tone revealed a kind of disdain and provocation.

Shangguan Jiaoyun widened her eyes and pointed at Shangguan Ziling with a trembling finger: "You, don't go too far, my father asked me to stay."

Shangguan Ziling sneered, and her eyes shot towards Shangguan Jiaoyun like icy arrows. Then, she slapped Shangguan Jiaoyun hard on the other side of her face.

This slap was even harder than the last one, causing Shangguan Jiaoyun to almost feel tinnitus.

Shangguan Jiaoyun was knocked back a few steps by the sudden attack, her body lost balance, and finally she sat on the ground. Her face was pale, her cheeks were red and swollen, and her eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Shangguan Ziling stood in front of her, looking down at her condescendingly, and said sarcastically: "Come back? If you don't want to be beaten, take a detour when you see me next time."

As soon as Shangguan Ziling finished her words, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was filled with disdain and arrogance. She didn't even look at Shangguan Jiaoyun again, and left directly with brisk and decisive steps, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

Shangguan Jiaoyun looked down at the ground, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white from exertion. Her eyes no longer had the tenderness and pity from before, but were replaced by overflowing hatred.

Although there was no obvious change in her expression, her eyes revealed her inner anger and unwillingness. Her heart was filled with resentment towards Shangguan Ziling and the injustice of her fate, and she vowed to find an opportunity to make Shangguan Ziling pay the price.

The little fat boy in the space said: "Master, you should slap her a few more times."

Shangguan Ziling slowly returned to the Jiangzi Courtyard. She did not immediately enter the space to organize the medicinal materials, but chose to lie on the couch and fell into deep thought.

Her eyes were a little blurry, and the figure of Mo Shaoxie gradually emerged in her mind. His handsome face, deep eyes and unique temperament made Shangguan Ziling's heart beat. She couldn't help but wonder what Mo Shaoxie was doing at this moment?

She gently closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift.

Mo Shaoxie rode on a tall horse, which galloped at a very fast speed, raising a lot of dust.

Mo Shaoxie's posture is upright, his back is straight, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, revealing an unparalleled domineering aura.

The surrounding scenery was rapidly receding; the trees, houses, fields, everything became blurry.

After several days of continuous travel, Mo Shaoxie and his party finally arrived at the foot of Mount Chong. The night was deep and everything was silent, with only the outline of the Chongshan Sect in the distance looming in the moonlight, like a sleeping giant.

In the middle of the night, Mo Shaoxie led everyone from Guisha Palace and quietly came to the outskirts of Chongshan Sect.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to devour the entire Chongshan Sect.

Xiao Zijin also had a serious look on his face; his usual playful smile was long gone, replaced by a fierce aura.

They all wore ghost masks, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. This was the attire of the Guisha Palace. Everyone shuddered at the mention of the Guisha Palace.

In the moonlight, these eyes flashed a cold light, as if they were demons from hell.

Mo Shaoxie's lips moved slightly, and his voice was cold and firm: "Don't leave any one alive." These four words seemed to carry endless murderous intent and determination, which made people shudder.

As his orders were given, everyone in Guisha Palace drew their weapons and prepared to attack Chongshan Sect.

The air was filled with tension and solemnity, as if a bloody battle would break out at any time.

The night of Chongshan Sect was broken by a sudden scream, and the sleeping disciples were awakened.

A panicked disciple tumbled and crawled into Wang Heqing's courtyard, shouting, "Master, it's bad! The Ghost Hall is coming to attack us!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Heqing hurried out of the house and asked solemnly, "What did you say? Are the people from Guisha Palace coming to kill us?"

"Master, it's true! People from Guisha Palace are coming in!" the disciple replied breathlessly.

Wang Heqing's face changed drastically, and he was shocked. His Guisha Palace had no grudge against Chongshan Sect, so why would they suddenly do such a vicious thing to Chongshan Sect? He didn't have time to think about it, and quickly jumped up, rushed out of the yard, and ran out.

When Wang Heqing arrived, he saw many disciples lying on the ground. Some of them were dead, while others were groaning in pain. The scene was extremely tragic.

Wang Heqing was furious and shouted, "Stop!"

His voice echoed in the night sky, but it could not stop the actions of the men in black wearing ghost masks.

Wang Heqing looked at the figure on the roof with ferocious eyes, and asked with gritted teeth: "Guisha Palace? Why are you killing my disciples?"

Mo Shaoxie stood under the moonlight, his eyes like an icy lake in winter, cold and unfathomable. He glanced at Wang Heqing with contempt.

Wang Heqing was angered by Mo Shaoxie's eyes. He jumped onto the roof like the wind and confronted Mo Shaoxie.

The two people's eyes met in the night sky, as if two sharp swords were clashing, bursting out dazzling sparks.

Mo Shaoxie sneered, and in a flash, he attacked Wang Heqing. His movements were as fast as lightning, making it hard to predict.

Wang Heqing tightly grasped the sword and tried his best to resist Mo Shaoxie's attack. The two figures intertwined on the roof, the sword energy was rampant, and the sound of breaking through the air resounded through the night sky.

Mo Shaoxie's moves are strange and varied, sometimes as fierce as a storm, and sometimes as continuous as a stream.

Wang Heqing responded with steady swordsmanship. Each of his moves contained deep internal strength, as if he wanted to defeat Mo Shaoxie in one fell swoop.

However, Mo Shaoxie's strength was obviously superior, and his attacks became more and more fierce, making Wang Heqing overwhelmed.

Wang Heqing's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he was shocked. Is this man the master of Guisha Palace? His martial arts were so strange and changeable that he was overwhelmed. Wang Heqing couldn't help but panic. He quickly stepped back several steps, distanced himself from Mo Shaoxie, and looked at Mo Shaoxie with vigilance.