Cold-faced Empress

He fell headfirst to the ground, his head ringing. Already congested and swollen, the impact made it feel like his entire head was about to explode.

Fortunately, the ghost claw was holding Fu Siying, otherwise, if her head had hit the ground, even if her neck hadn't broken, her face would have been ruined.

I slumped to the ground and rested for a while before the swelling and congestion in my head subsided.

Fu Siying covered the back of her head and looked up. Ugh!

Her eyes widened in shock. The ghost she had mistaken for was actually Mo Canglan!

Mo Canglan, dressed in black, stood silently to the side. Except for her fair skin, which shone with a jade-like luster under the moonlight, she almost blended into the night.

Dianmo's eyes coldly and mercilessly looked down at her. Although he wasn't a real ghost, he was far more terrifying than one.

No wonder it was so cold around her, like winter; she had mistaken it for ghostly energy.

Fu Siying couldn't help but swallow, as if someone had grabbed her throat, and asked in a trembling voice, "What...what do you want to do?"

At this moment, she still hoped to encounter a real ghost rather than Mo Canglan, who was even more ruthless than a ghost.

With a forceful pull, Mo Canglan grabbed Fu Siying's arm and dragged her up.

As he dragged her toward the edge of the cliff, he asked, "Do you want me to suffer a fate worse than death?"

The stronger the wind.

Upon seeing that Mo Canglan was trying to lead her to the edge of a cliff, Fu Siying desperately dragged her legs along the ground.

"No! It's windy, you must have misheard!"

Her hands were tied behind her back, making it even harder for her to maintain her balance. By the time she reached the edge of the cliff, one of Fu Siying's feet had been twisted.

She dared not cry out in pain, because she had a premonition that the crisis she was about to face was far more terrifying than a sprained ankle.

The ropes binding their hands and feet remained untied, firmly fulfilling their purpose of binding them.

Mo Canglan grabbed the knot between Fu Siying's hands with one hand, and with a sudden jerk of his arm, pushed Fu Siying off the edge!

"what!"

The screams of terror startled the mountain wind, which instantly roared and raged like the gaping maw of a wild beast, poised to strike from below the cliff.

"Mo Canglan!"

Except for her feet, which stubbornly held onto the ground, Fu Siying's entire body was suspended in mid-air above the cliff. Gazing at the deep, dark abyss, she could only call out Mo Canglan's name again and again, hoping for a reassuring response from him.

Mo Canglan ignored her desperate shouts and didn't respond at all.

As Fu Siying was shouting, a sudden gust of wind rushed into her nose and throat, choking her and causing her to cough repeatedly, thus stopping her shouting.

At this moment, Mo Canglan said, "Did you order Xia Suxi to resort to such a tactic as threatening suicide?"

"Cough cough cough... cough!" The coughing stopped abruptly.

Fu Siying swallowed hard, staring at the terrifying abyss, and mumbled a response: "Mmm."

There was no one speaking behind him.

Thinking that Mo Canglan probably didn't hear her, she gritted her teeth and shouted, "I did it! I admit it, please take me back first!"

As the sound faded, his body jolted violently, and he plummeted into the abyss. In an instant, the fear of falling overwhelmed him, and his mind and body trembled violently with the howling wind.

Fu Siying screamed, "Ah! No!"

I have never felt so weak and pitiful. My life is so blatantly threatened, and every move I make is at the mercy of another person.

"I was wrong!" She admitted her mistake quickly. "I was really wrong. I shouldn't have had such a ridiculous and outrageous idea in the first place, and I shouldn't have conspired with Xia Suxi. I was so wrong, I deserve to die!"

Mo Canglan let the rope out longer and longer: "I don't need you to die ten thousand times, you only need to die once."

"No, no, no, ah, once isn't enough! Please let me die ten thousand times!" Fu Siying closed her eyes. "Please pull me back!"

Her fear wasn't because she was afraid of death—after all, she had already died a horrible death once, how could she be afraid of dying? She was simply afraid that dying would be so utterly pointless!

She only used a scheme to break off the engagement, so why should she be pushed off a cliff to her death by Mo Canglan in the dead of night during a fierce storm? And smashed into pieces like minced meat?!

She cannot die such a ridiculous death!

“Fu Siying, you have repeatedly challenged my bottom line,” a cool, hushed voice came from behind. “I believe it should end here.”