The Evil King's Favorite: The Princess Is Too Cruel

New Year's Eve should be a day for family reunions and a lively and festive occasion. However, within the Tiandao Sect, there was a gloomy atmosphere.

"What's going on? Why hasn't Jiaojiao come back yet?"

In the main hall, the old man sitting at the top seat had gray hair, but his face still looked as young as a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

But at this moment, the old man's brows were furrowed, his face somewhat gloomy. He glanced at everyone below with cold eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Where is Elder Wang? Hasn't he returned yet?"

Liu Canghai quietly wiped the cold sweat from his head, his heart full of anxiety. Now not only Wang Shuting and Wan Jiaojiao have not returned, but even the group of people he sent to the imperial capital have not returned either.

He couldn't help but wonder if their operation had failed and they had died in the Su family. If that was the case, he would never let the sect leader know the truth.

Although it was the Su family who committed the murder, it was Liu Canghai who proposed to go to the Su family to arrest people. If the sect leader knew that it was because of him that the eldest lady was killed, the sect leader would never let him go.

Now, Liu Canghai could only pray that he was just overthinking it, and that Elder Wang and the eldest lady were just delayed on the road and they were still alive.

However, things went against his wishes. Just as Liu Canghai was praying over and over again in his heart, the people he sent out to look for Wan Jiaojiao came back.

"grandfather"

Wan Junchen, the eldest young master of Tiandao Sect, walked in from outside. His face was gloomy and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Chen'er, how is it? Have you found your sister?" The old man sitting at the top, Wan Weichuan, the leader of Tiandao Sect, asked anxiously.

Wan Junchen nodded slowly, "Found it."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief. Wan Tianming, who was standing at the front, smiled and said, "Father, I told you there's no need to worry! Jiaojiao is the eldest daughter of our Tiandao Sect. Who would be so bold as to touch her? She's back now!"

"Do you think everyone is as careless as you? Your own daughter hasn't come back for such a long time, and you don't even worry about her, huh!" Wan Weichuan glared at his disappointing son in anger, then looked at his most beloved grandson with a kind face and asked in confusion: "Chen'er, where is Jiaojiao? Didn't you say you found her? Why didn't she come with you?"

Wan Junchen's face showed a trace of grief, and he said with difficulty: "Jiaojiao...she can't come."

"What do you mean you can't come?" Looking at the grief on his grandson's face, Wan Weichuan vaguely realized something. He stared at Wan Junchen blankly, his voice trembling slightly, "Why can't you come?"

"Jiaojiao is already..." Wan Junchen said the last two words slowly and sadly, "Dead."

"boom!"

It was as if a bolt of thunder struck everyone's head, and everyone was frightened by the two words Wan Junchen.

"Chen'er, what did you say?!" Wan Weichuan seemed to suspect that he had misheard. He stood up slightly and asked again in a trembling voice, "What happened to Jiaojiao?"

Wan Junchen closed his eyes in grief and said slowly and gravely, "Grandpa, Jiaojiao is dead."

"Boom!"

Wan Weichuan was deeply shocked. He collapsed into the chair as if he had lost all his strength. He was silent for a long time, and then he finally reacted. He tightly grasped the armrests on both sides of the chair with both hands, his eyes red and he roared angrily: "Who is it? Who killed Jiaojiao?!"

"I don't know." Wan Junchen shook his head and took out a long, square box as long as an adult's arm from his storage ring. He said in a sad tone, "I found Jiaojiao's arm in the Misty Forest."

After he finished speaking, Wan Junchen opened the long box, revealing a bloody severed arm inside.

Looking at the fiery red cloth wrapped around the severed arm, Wan Weichuan and Wan Tianming's faces turned pale instantly. They both knew that Wan Jiaojiao liked bright and flamboyant colors, especially red, which she particularly liked.

"Chen'er, it's just a broken arm. How can you be sure it's Jiaojiao's?" Wan Tianming still held onto a glimmer of hope. "Maybe you're mistaken. Maybe this arm isn't Jiaojiao's. Jiaojiao is still alive."

Wan Junchen also hoped that he was mistaken. Although the struggle for the position of Sect Leader had created some rifts between him and Wan Jiaojiao over the years, he had once truly loved his sister. Naturally, he didn't want to see her die, at least not in such a tragic way, without even a complete body.

Thinking of the situation when he found the broken arm in the misty forest, the feeling of heartache came over him again.

At first, Wan Junchen also suspected that this arm was not Wan Jiaojiao's, but when he saw the silver bracelet with lotus pattern on her wrist and the red crescent-shaped birthmark on the inside of her arm, he could no longer deceive himself.

"Grandpa, Father, I also hope I'm mistaken, but this is Jiaojiao's arm." Wan Junchen pointed to the bracelet on the broken wrist and said, "This bracelet with a lotus pattern was a birthday gift I gave to Jiaojiao last year. I made it myself, so I won't make a mistake. And here..."

Wan Junchen pointed to the skin on the inside of the broken arm that was exposed because of the torn red cloth, where there was a red crescent-shaped birthmark.

"I think my grandfather and father should be familiar with this birthmark."

Wan Weichuan and Wan Tianming looked in the direction Wan Junchen pointed, and then saw the peculiarly shaped red crescent birthmark.

They were naturally familiar with this birthmark. When Wan Jiaojiao was just born, they discovered this crescent-shaped birthmark. At that time, they even joked that Jiaojiao might be the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess!

Thinking of this, Wan Weichuan and Wan Tianming's faces turned even paler. Although they were unwilling to believe this fact in their hearts, they had to admit it.

How could Wan Junchen be willing to accept this fact! If possible, he would not want his sister to die, but it happened!

"If the bracelet can be faked, but this birthmark cannot be faked; the bracelet and the birthmark appear at the same time, it can only mean that this broken arm belongs to Jiaojiao." Wan Junchen made a sad judgment.

"Investigate! Investigate for this Sect Master!" Wan Weichuan's eyes were red as he roared in anger and grief: "Find the murderer who killed Jiaojiao for this Sect Master, and I will tear her into pieces!"

"Yes!"

Everyone in the Tiandao Sect responded in fear, but they knew that this matter was difficult to investigate. Judging from the shape of the wound on the severed arm, it was obviously the result of a bite from a monster. Considering that the arm was found in the Misty Forest, the truth was even more difficult to investigate. Who knew whether Wan Jiaojiao was killed by someone or died at the mouth of a monster!