Cold-faced Empress

Fu Siying tapped the wooden stick in his hand, then pointed it at He Changyi: "Beat this man to death."

"Huh?! Why?!" Fu Rongchen exclaimed in surprise, his gaze shifting between his elder sister and He Changyi. "Are you going to hit him just because his handwriting is bad? Sister, you're not that petty, are you?"

"Yes, I am petty and narrow-minded."

Seeing that Rong Chen had been rambling on and on without taking any action, Fu Siying couldn't wait any longer. She snatched the wooden stick from his hand and stepped forward to strike He Changyi's arm hard.

"Thump" "Thump" "Thump!"

With three powerful blows, the unconscious He Changyi was jolted awake by the excruciating pain. However, his mouth was still stuffed with rags, so he could only let out muffled cries of pain.

With their eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged, and hands and feet bound, they were weaker than ants.

Rong Chen suddenly realized that his elder sister's eyes had turned red and her expression was ferocious. He was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward to stop his elder sister from swinging the wooden stick.

"Sister, stop!"

Instantly, Fu Siying glared sharply at Rong Chen, quickly making a shushing gesture with her fingers.

Rong Chen panicked and was at a loss for what to do. He silently begged Fu Siying to stop.

Fu Siying angrily waved him away and raised her hand to hit He Changyi hard again.

"Well!"

This time, He Changyi's screams of pain were noticeably stronger, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

After a few blows, Fu Siying's muscles went limp. Panting, she used the stick to poke He Changyi's arm. With each poke, He Changyi shuddered and cried out in pain.

Seeing that He Changyi's arm had been broken by her, Fu Siying smiled coldly, but as she smiled, tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn't stop them.

Crying and laughing at the same time, how pathetic!

The man was now in her hands, at her mercy. Suddenly, many memories flashed before her eyes: the love at first sight she felt in her past life when she was amazed by his talent in the Eight Categories Competition, and the countless romantic moments and vows of eternal love after they met.

She didn't care that he had nothing; she helped him, assisted him, and was willing to share any hardship with him. She even allowed her whole family to be branded as rebels.

When the memory lingered on the moment when he cruelly demanded that Wei Lanling peel off her face, Fu Siying burst into tears and almost lost her mind, repeatedly swinging a wooden stick at He Changyi's head!

She couldn't understand why he was so heartless!

Why did he betray her? She gave him her whole heart, why did he have to be so cruel and betray her?

She really couldn't understand it!

Are we to view all her sacrifices as base, or is it all just exploitation and lies from the very beginning?

She could spare Wei Lanling's life to torture her slowly, but when it came to this man, she really wished she could tear him to pieces right now!

With a few thuds, He Changyi's head was immediately smashed open, and blood flowed freely.

After his initial shock, Fu Rongchen quickly grabbed Fu Siying and dragged her backward. At the same time, he snatched the stick from Fu Siying's hand and threw it aside.

Fu Siying clenched her teeth to stifle her sobs. She struggled to break free from her brother's grasp, but seeing how tightly he held on, she turned around angrily and raised her hand to strike him on the head.

But just as she was about to strike, her gaze met her brother's eyes, and she could only stop abruptly, weeping silently.

How could she bear to hit Rong Chen?

She was filled with hatred and regret. She wanted to ask He Changyi for an explanation, but she also knew very well that she would never see He Changyi again, the one who had truly ruined her life.