Cold-faced Empress

He Changyi was taken aback. Faced with Fu Siying's gritted teeth, he subconsciously withdrew his hand that was about to save the person, just as he had subconsciously followed Bai Qingyu's advice to save the person.

He wasn't a saint who could save people from suffering, and he wouldn't be so magnanimous as to repay evil with good, especially when faced with Fu Siying, who inexplicably harbored hatred towards him.

Their eyes met in mid-air. Noticing his change of heart, Fu Siying chuckled softly, "Heh...heh, hahahaha! He Changyi, please don't save me, don't expect me to be grateful to you. I was born to dislike you, it's destined that it's either you die or I live!"

Her hands, stained with blood, were gripping the edge of the rock face tightly, one hand clinging to the white knuckles, with only the tips of her fingers remaining. Her other hand held a small, seemingly frail sapling growing from between the rocks.

She was about to give up. Both He Changyi and she knew it.

Not far away, Bai Qingyu was still entangled with the masked man, occasionally glancing at He Changyi and asking, "Has the person been rescued yet?"

He Changyi remained motionless, whether from stiffness or anger, it was hard to tell. After a while, his cheeks twitched slightly, making his face look sinister and terrifying.

"Why!" he asked. "All I did was run away from you back then and not serve the Prime Minister's office. Apart from that, I don't believe I've ever done anything to wrong you. Why do you hold such a grudge against me?!"

With a "whoosh," the mountain wall that Fu Siying was standing on collapsed under her feet. She was jolted and hurriedly looked for another place to stand and gain weight.

Looking up, she saw that He Changyi remained expressionless despite her minor setback, showing no sign of worry or panic, indicating that his mind was made up. His swift decision to leave her to die revealed a cruel and decisive nature far beyond that of ordinary people.

Fu Siying sneered: "Yes, it's because of this little thing that I will hold a grudge against you for the rest of my life! As long as I live, I will not let you have an easy time!"

Her words made He Changyi clench his fists in agreement. He slowly leaned down close to the cliff, reaching down towards Fu Siying's hand clinging to the rock face.

Fu Siying stared intently at his movements, convinced that his actions were definitely not intended to save anyone.

His fingers stopped abruptly just as they were about to touch her fingertips.

He Changyi frowned, his expression restrained: "Fu Siying, I was poisoned at your house before, and you said it was a misunderstanding. Actually, it wasn't a misunderstanding, but something you did on purpose, right?"

His tone was full of anger, but she laughed and said, "Yes, so what?"

Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly pried off the finger that she was struggling to hook onto the stone wall!

The pressure of falling came instantly, and Fu Siying tensed up all over.

"You were the one who instigated the Sun siblings to accuse me of committing crimes, weren't you!"

She gritted her teeth and uttered, "Yes, and yet, how?"

As the sound faded, another finger was pried open. Her hand was too weak; this time, more than just one finger slipped away. In the blink of an eye, Fu Siying was left with only her middle finger stubbornly clinging to the stone wall.

He Changyi pressed his hand on Fu Siying's last remaining fingertips and asked one last time, "Even the fact that I was kidnapped and beaten up in Nanshan was your doing, wasn't it?!"

He asked sharply.

This time, Fu Siying, focused entirely on steadying herself, didn't answer. Instead, she gave him a cold smile. The smile was mocking and contemptuous, utterly despicable.

Although not explicitly stated, it boils down to four words: Yes, so what!

Upon seeing this, how could He Changyi not be furious?! Without another word, he forcefully ripped off the last finger that was hooked onto the stone wall!

With her hands no longer able to hold on, Fu Siying's body suddenly plummeted downwards with a "crack," leaving her only able to grip a sapling on the rock face with her other hand, struggling to pull herself up.

The sapling was pulled so hard by the immense force that its roots were almost uprooted. If it hadn't grown from the cliff face and had a strong, well-developed root system, it would have already been dragged off the cliff by Fu Siying!

As the sapling's roots were being pulled from the stone wall bit by bit, Fu Siying turned her gaze to He Changyi above. She knew He Changyi wouldn't hold back. He had already made the move to pry her fingers away; how could he dare to show mercy?