My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

After a few months, the man finally relaxed his guard and slowly stopped letting her take cartilage powder.

She found an opportunity and escaped while the man was out.

She wanted to go home, back to her father.

But before she escaped from the palace, someone chased her.

She had been taking cartilage powder for a long time, and the toxins accumulated day by day. Her martial arts skills were no longer as good as before, and she was no match for those people.

In a daze, a woman's emotionless voice came, "Always remember, you are the daughter of the Palace Master of Wuchen Palace! Take it, use your sword, and fight your way out!"

Then, a sword was stuffed into her hand, the Yinshuang Sword that was hidden by the man.

Her pupils were constricted.

In the blood mist, the woman walked away, leaving only her back.

It seems familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

She used all her strength, and wherever the sword went, blood splattered.

She had her hair loose and was waving the Yinshuang Sword in her hand like a madman.

She knew that if she couldn't escape this time, she would never have another chance.

However, even with the blessing of the Yinshuang Sword, her skills were no longer the same as before.

A sharp pain began to spread from deep in the dantian.

She knew that her martial arts skills were gone and she had no chance.

At this moment, a maid ran over and lifted her onto her shoulders, "Miss, wake up!"

"..."

The people that her father had arranged in the palace with great difficulty might have been waiting for this moment to help her escape.

She knew how difficult it was to arrange for such a person, because she was the only one who knew how closely the man was watching her.

Finally, the maid took her away from the palace.

But the pursuers were getting more and more numerous, so the maid threw her forward and used her chest to meet the pursuers, "Miss, hurry up--"

She couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood in front of her eyes.

She endured the severe pain and ran wildly, dragging the Yinshuang Sword.

She didn't know where to escape to.

She had never been to the capital before, and she had been in the carriage when the man brought her back. So now she didn't even know which direction the Wuchen Palace was.

She randomly chose a direction, ran all the way, and finally escaped into the mountains.

Under the moonlight, she raised the Yinshuang Sword in her hand. The sword blade was shining with moonlight, reflecting in her beautiful eyes.

She had no more tears to shed. After sitting quietly for a long time, she slashed her face with the sword in her hand.

One knife, two knives, three knives...

She didn't stop until her face was unrecognizable, until her clothes were soaked with blood, and until she fainted from the pain.

The next morning, a woodcutter who went up the mountain to collect firewood rescued her, took her back home, and asked the woman in the family to treat her wounds.

When she woke up, it was three days later. She wanted to leave because she was worried that the man would catch up with her and implicate the woodcutter's family.

"Excuse me, which direction is Wuchen Palace?" she asked before leaving.

The woodcutter looked confused.

She smiled bitterly: How could a mountain dweller who lived off the mountains all his life know where the Wuchen Palace was?

A few days later, a woman with scars all over her face, pus and blood, extremely ugly but with a pair of beautiful eyes, appeared in a nearby town. She was carrying something unknown, long, and wrapped tightly in rags.

The ugly girl finally found out the nearest location of Wuchen Palace. She rushed there with hope, but heard a piece of news on the way - the emperor passed away and that man ascended the throne.

She was completely stunned.

The mistake has been made and cannot be undone. What's the point of going home now?

He is already the emperor, and even the Wuchen Palace, the number one gang in the world, cannot shake his position.

She wandered the streets for two days like a ghost, and was beaten and trampled upon by people, treating her as a beggar infected with the plague.

She never resisted, she was numb.

Beneath the numbness, blood is flowing.

What made her even more desperate was that she found out she was pregnant with that man's child.

She was even more ashamed to go home and face her father and the people of Wuchen Palace. She wrote a note and gently threw it in front of the door of the nearest Wuchen Palace. There were only four words written on it: "Mo Ran is dead."

She left, and just when she was about to end her life, a crazy idea suddenly popped into her mind - give birth to the child!

She wanted that man to die at the hands of her own son!

She had no money and barely made ends meet by relying on help from kind people.

But how many people can sympathize with an ugly woman who has the plague?

She wanted to work for others so that she wouldn't starve to death, but she was so ugly that no one wanted her.

She had stolen steamed buns and even fought with dogs for food - at most she was beaten by the dog owner, but at least she had something to eat.

No matter how miserable she was or how much suffering she endured, she would always carry that thing wrapped tightly in rags on her back and protect it well.

Once, a drunk man teased her and tried to steal her package.

Her eyes turned bloodshot and she bit off a piece of the man's finger.

"Ah... mad dog..." The man was so scared that he ran away.

She spat out the half finger in her mouth, her mouth full of blood, and laughed wildly, feeling an indescribable bloodthirsty satisfaction in her heart.

She also discovered that several groups of people were chasing her, but fortunately no one recognized her.

No one could have imagined that this extremely ugly woman with no martial arts skills was the only daughter of the once world-famous master of Wuchen Palace, the most beautiful woman in the world - Li Moran.

Finally, she came to the foot of a mountain at the junction of Changguo and Xiling and settled down there.

This place is very good, there is no one around, even the nearby villagers usually don't come here, no one comes to disturb. Because this is a grave mountain, there are graves everywhere, new and old.

She gave birth to a boy here, who looked like her and was very pretty, especially when he smiled, he looked just like her before.

She named the child Qiu Shang.

Because after escaping from the palace, she never cried and there was only hatred in her heart.

This child was born for hatred.

But one day, she cried, hugging her child and crying.

Because she heard that Wuchen Palace disappeared overnight.

When the old palace master learned that his daughter was dead, he thought about how he had been blackmailed and made a big mistake, and how this was the outcome. He immediately stopped breathing before he could even spit out a mouthful of blood.

Intervening in the imperial court had already severely damaged the vitality of the Wuchen Palace, and the old palace master had only Li Moran as his child. Without its master, the Wuchen Palace was like snowflakes scattered in the vast ice and snow overnight, and could never be found again.

In Qiu Shang’s childhood memory, he had two mothers.

One is his gentle and loving mother.

It was dark, and he nestled in his mother's arms. His mother patted his back gently and sang a song for him. He soon fell asleep sweetly. When he woke up, he was still lying in his mother's arms.

But more often than not, he woke up in pain or suffocation.

This is the other mother in his memory.

There was only resentment and hatred in that pair of beautiful eyes.

She strangled him hard until he bled; or she beat him to death; or she threw him into a mass grave in the middle of the night to scare him to death.

He remembered one time when he was three years old and was woken up by his mother in his sleep.

"Why don't you die? Why don't you die... No, you can't die..."

"Do you know why your name is Qiu Shang? You were born for revenge and you will die for revenge. After killing that man, there is no meaning for your existence anymore..."

Every time this happened, my mother's face always looked so distorted and terrifying.

It was like this almost every time she strangled him. The moment he was about to stop breathing, the moment he felt death, his mother let him go, and then hugged him and cried.

He admitted that at that moment, he hated his mother.

But before falling asleep the next time, he would miss his mother's arms again, and would always snuggle up to her, thinking, "Mom loves me, and she will not let me feel pain this time."

Sometimes, however, he guessed right.

Sometimes, he guessed wrong.