The Legend of the Concubine in the Harem

The two sisters stood face to face on the city wall.

One was wearing an exquisite red dress with wide sleeves and a long skirt, with fluttering sleeves; the other was covered in dust and his leather armor was worn out.

Lu Baohui had no doubts about her sister who had suddenly grown up. She immediately identified this little bastard, and with anger brewing on her face, she spoke first: "What do you mean?!"

She had been weak since childhood and was the shortest among her sisters. When she stood in front of the grown-up Lu Weiyuan, he was just a head shorter than her. Although she was not as tall as him, her aura was superior. "You spent so much effort to tease me. Is it fun?"

Lu Weiyuan was a little embarrassed, which was rare. She touched her nose and did not answer directly: "It has been a long time since I saw Fourth Sister look so lively. I am really happy."

When they were young, the two of them didn't get along with each other for a long time.

But as they grew older, one preferred to show a sweet and innocent face, while the other learned to hide all her thoughts under a gentle and weak appearance. From then on, they never pulled each other's hair again.

"You calculated the time of my return very accurately. To set up such a large venue, it must have taken a lot of manpower and thought. I saw a seal ring of Uncle Qingli County King in the soil. Did your aunt kill so many people?" Lu Baohui ignored her disrespectful words.

Lu Weiyuan smiled evilly: "It seems that sister doesn't think of me as a heartless person who slaughters relatives. I am very touched. Although you are covered in dust now, and your fingernails are black with rotting blood, I still want to give you a big hug!"

Seeing that she was about to take action, Lu Baohui raised her hand and took off the long sword behind her, and placed it between the two of them: "Alright, stop being so hypocritical. You know what I want to do, and you know what I want. Otherwise, you wouldn't have done those fancy things outside the city!"

Lu Weiyuan stopped and showed a sad expression: "Is this the only way?"

She asked, "You and I are sisters, and this is really the only way between us?"

"It can only be this way." Lu Baohui said firmly, "Do you really think that I would allow the inner demon to linger and grow in my heart just for you, and be depressed for decades and finally follow the old path of Aunt Rong Le?"

"Hongyang Sect, Aunt Rong Le, Yiyang, Jinxiang, and Prince Gong...even those grassland people, father...mother..." Lu Baohui's eyes were fixed on her sister's eyes. Her eyes did not waver for a moment, but became more determined as she narrated.

"Today's situation is the result of the conspiracy and conspiracy of so many people!"

"There are so many people in the bureau, each with their own thoughts and goals, but from the very beginning, there was no place for me in their plans!"

Lu Baohui said loudly: "In the beginning, Aunt Rong Le wanted to unite with my elder sister the most. I was just her second choice after the alliance failed!"

"The Red Sun Cult excluded me from the very beginning. I have no mother's family, my husband's family is incompetent, I am weak and sickly and I am not valued by my parents. If I hadn't been keeping an eye on the movements related to Aunt Rong Le since I came back from hunting that day, and hadn't taken the initiative to find them... Haha, their actions in the capital would not have been so easy."

"During this tour, my father and mother never considered me from the beginning. It was I who begged to go on the tour together and relied on my third sister, which gave me the opportunity to contribute to the suppression of the rebellion... My third sister, ha, she may not be unable to see through my thoughts, but she has always liked to be a bystander and is happy to see the story happen, so she pushed me out."

She took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the urge to cough: "No one can see me. If I don't take the initiative to join the game and take the initiative to calculate, no one can see me."

"I can see it, sister." Lu Weiyuan said calmly, "I can always see it."

"You see too much." Lu Baohui pushed back the soft words coldly.

Lu Weiyuan sighed helplessly.

Then Lu Baohui said, "So many people, so many people, and in the end, only I came to you!"

"You are the heir most favored by my father and mother. This game was set up for you. Everyone is acting to shake your existence, but in the end, only I stand in front of you."

"Although there seem to be many unexpected situations that I cannot understand, and the current scene is different from what I inferred, but——"

"You are in front of me." Lu Weiyuan took over the conversation.

She did not take the initiative to meet the various people involved in this game. At most, she just glanced at the corpses.

She asked her youngest sister: "Isn't this enough? You have tried very hard. Not only can I see it, but my mother must have seen it too."

Lu Baohui's expression froze, and she closed her eyes tightly: "...So, even if I die, I am willing."

Her eyes remained unchanged, filled with murderous intent and anger, but underneath these two emotions was a calm relief, and even a bit of joy.

“I don’t want to live with regrets.”

Lu Weiyuan looked at her steadily, and once again, as if to confirm something, asked: "Are you forcing me to do it?"

"You have come this far, but you are still dissatisfied and want to fight me."

"Do you want to see me die at the hands of these soldiers, or commit suicide under this city wall?" Lu Baohui finally laughed, and there was a kind of pride in her smile as if she had successfully bullied her sister.

The smile on Lu Weiyuan's face faded. She frowned and then quickly relaxed: "I was wrong."

"Sister," she said, "I was wrong. I am strong enough, so there is often no need to resort to force for many things. It doesn't matter to me whether the enemy is dead or alive, because they are too weak, like a cotton doll holding a feather and shouting, fighting... just like your various efforts, fourth sister."

"How?" Lu Baohui raised her eyebrows and chuckled.

"Very interesting." Lu Weiyuan straightened his expression, with an apologetic look in his eyes, "I didn't treat you more seriously and carefully, Fourth Sister. You forced me to do it because in your heart, you never felt that you were weaker than me, but I... never took your feelings seriously."

"Never." Lu Baohui laughed, "This is one of the things I particularly hate about you."

Lu Weiyuan didn't say anything else, but folded his hands in front of his forehead and bowed deeply to his sister who was much shorter than him: "I was wrong, sister, I'm very sorry."

She stood up and raised her sleeves.

He raised his hand and grabbed the long sword at the waist of the guard next to him.

The sword rings.

Unsheathed.

"what!"

Lu Baohui laughed loudly, drew out the long sword in his hand, and threw the scabbard off the city wall.

I don’t ask for tomorrow, I just want today, this moment, or even just one night.