She was buried alive at the start, but she's determined to smash her ex-husband's head in

Lin Xiuyao knew Lin Qingwei was cruel, but she didn't expect her to be this cruel. Her feet seemed to be stuck, and she couldn't take a single step.

"Sister, sister, older sister." Lin Xiuyao stammered.

He could hear Xu Hanzhang's pig-like screams in his ears, but Pei Zhaoan had already bound his feet and he couldn't move.

Qi Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lin Qingwei was alright. His eyes immediately reddened, and without caring about the blood all over her body, he hugged her tightly.

"I'm so glad you're okay!"

Pei Zhaoan was very displeased to see the two embracing. She stepped forward, pulled Qi Yanzhi away, and pushed him far away. Before Qi Yanzhi could speak, she said, "Didn't you see that her hand is injured?"

Following Pei Zhaoan's words, Qi Yanzhi saw Lin Qingwei's palm, which was almost bloody and mangled. He felt cold from head to toe and trembled with fear. It was a hundred times more painful than if the injury had been on his own body!

Lin Qingwei raised her sword to strike Xu Hanzhang, but said, "Leave him to me."

Xu Hanzhang wept bitterly, shaking his head repeatedly: "I was wrong! Awan! I was really wrong! Please forgive me! For the sake of our childhood friendship, please forgive me!!!"

Without any mercy, Lin Qingwei plunged the dagger deep into Xu Hanzhang's palm again, saying unhappily, "Lord Xu! How many times have I told you, you've mistaken me for someone else! Do I have to cut your tongue out before you'll know how to properly address me?"

Lin Xiuyao's tongue throbbed slightly. She remembered how many times she had called Lin Qingwei a "bitch," yet her tongue remained perfectly intact. Lin Qingwei was so good to her... *sobs*

Xu Hanzhang immediately said, "Yes, yes, Miss Lin! I mistook you for someone else! Please, please spare my life, considering that I once taught you poetry and literature and was your teacher for a few days! Princess, the princess will definitely thank you!"

How ridiculous that is! If it weren't for Zhao Huarong, Lin Qingwei wouldn't have suffered so much. She wouldn't be grateful to me; she would only look for another opportunity to take my life!

Instead of looking at Xu Hanzhang, she asked Qi Yanzhi, "You must have brought other people with you, right?"

Qi Yanzhi nodded obediently: "There are archers lying in ambush outside. As soon as he goes out, someone will immediately aim at his head. He will definitely not be able to escape the capital!"

"That's good." Lin Qingwei nodded in satisfaction. "Could you please get me a bow and arrow? The rest of you can leave."

Without asking why, Qi Yanzhi quickly took a bow and arrow from outside and handed it to Lin Qingwei.

Just as Lin Qingwei was looking for something to bandage the wound on her palm, Lin Xiuyao immediately and considerately offered her a handkerchief with both hands. After she took it and wrapped her hand, she tried to pull the bow and arrow.

Not bad, it's quite handy.

He glanced sideways at Xu Hanzhang on the ground: "You heard it too, everyone outside has evacuated, so I'll give you a chance. I'll count to three and you run out. As long as you can get out of the Dali Temple gate alive, I'll let you go."

Xu Hanzhang looked warily at the two men behind her: "You're letting me go, but can you guarantee they'll let me go too?"

"I can."

Lin Qingwei glanced at the two of them, and they suddenly nodded in unison, as if in perfect sync.

Xu Hanzhang's heart was pounding. It seemed Lin Qingwei was going to take matters into her own hands? But could she shoot an arrow? He couldn't worry about that now! This was his only chance!

As long as he leaves this place alive, there's a chance to start over! He couldn't believe Zhao Huarong was really so heartless as to abandon him!

"Okay! I promise you!"

He struggled to his feet, looking at the tightly closed mahogany gate of the Dali Temple. If only he ran faster, just a little faster! Lin Qingwei's arrows couldn't catch up with him at all! She was just a woman, and her hand was injured. Even if she really knew how to shoot arrows, how much strength could she have now?

Perhaps she's giving herself a chance to leave!

"three!"

She must still love him, right?

"two!"

Xu Hanzhang kept brainwashing himself, trying to convince himself that there was hope for survival. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Lin Qingwei hadn't raised her arrow yet, and his heart was already pounding in his throat!

"one!"

He took off running, panting heavily, the wind whistling past his ears, the red wooden door drawing ever closer! But there was no sound behind him! He was even more certain that this was Lin Qingwei giving him a chance to escape!

He excitedly sped up, feeling that victory was just around the corner, and secretly mocking Pei Zhaoan and Qi Yanzhi, thinking they could never compare to him in their entire lives.

Just as his hand was about to touch the door handle, an arrow shot through the air with a whoosh, and he could almost hear the sound of the arrow piercing his arm and tearing through his flesh.

A second felt like an eternity as he watched helplessly as his body was propelled by the arrow's momentum and slammed into the door.

One of his arms was nailed down, and bright red blood flowed down the door without leaving any trace; a large patch of red covered him.

Looking up, I saw Lin Qingwei still standing in the same spot, raising her bow and arrow again, gripping the arrow tightly with her still-bleeding hand.

Xu Hanzhang ignored the pain in his arm and tried to pull out the arrow and escape outside, but he was too slow. Lin Qingwei's second arrow came flying through the air and hit his other arm, pinning him firmly to the wooden door.

Lin Shuhui, who was hiding in the corner, was so scared that she almost fainted, but she still remembered to sneak away when no one was paying attention. However, Lin Xiuyao was watching her closely and directly grabbed her and tied her to a pillar.

Don't ask what Li Kang is doing; he's just playing dead, constantly muttering "self-defense! Self-defense!"

Watching arrow after arrow being fired, Qi Yanzhi realized that he knew absolutely nothing about Lin Qingwei. He was in pain and fear, filled with self-blame and sorrow. This seemingly strong girl might have suffered great injustice in a past unknown to either of them...

Arrow after arrow, Lin Qingwei felt no relief at Xu Hanzhang's current miserable state. Had she finally gotten her revenge?

It doesn’t count!

When she was buried alive! When Zhao Huarong forced her to drink poison! When Zhao Huarong slashed her face! When Zhao Huarong chained her neck to their bedside! She was in a thousand times, ten thousand times, more pain than Xu Hanzhang is now!

She suffered not only physical pain, but also a trampling of her personal dignity! Such a death was already very merciful for Xu Hanzhang.

Her hand, gripping the bow and arrow, was torn open again, and blood dripped down her face. Like an emotionless machine, she repeated the action of shooting arrows. Xu Hanzhang was numb with pain, her body riddled with arrows, like a hedgehog.

"That's enough." Pei Zhaoan gripped the bow with a hint of heartache, wanting to stop Lin Qingwei.

Her eyes were filled with unspeakable hatred, bloodshot: "Not enough!"