Chapter 1811: Out of the Goodness of Her Heart
Ying Su intended to avenge this body and her mother out of the goodness of her heart.
And so the king of a generation of a.s.sa.s.sins started to abuse sc.u.m as she climbed to the very top of the ladder. While at it, she also gained a powerful, two-faced lover who doted on her. Hand-in-hand, the two watched over their kingdom.
The entrustor was the bodys original host: a child who lived less than sixteen years before dying so she could hand her body over to Ying Su.
Now Feng Qingqian wanted to offer up her soul to s.n.a.t.c.h her body back. The purpose of the original hosts entire existence was to act as a foil to Ying Su.
While she was a cowardly, love-struck fool, Ying Su was cool and cold. While she was timid and inferior, Ying Su was bold and wild. While she was disliked by her fianc, Ying Su attracted many mens attention.
Even though Feng Qingqian had already died, she was still constantly compared to another. Everyone who met the magnificent Ying Su would say, Look how different she is from the rumors! What an interesting woman. Youve successfully aroused the interest of this prince! Blah, blah, blah
How could Feng Qingqian not be traumatized!?
And there wasnt a single good person in the entire Feng Residence! The father was sc.u.m and the legal wife was a flirtatious s.l.u.t who tormented the concubine daughters in her free time. Her sisters were all green tea wh.o.r.es who always tried to steal her men. The servants were bullies who targeted the weak. In short, the entire family was awful.
When the nest of sc.u.m that was the Feng family had almost been cleaned up, the original hosts dead concubine mother returned. It turned out that her mother was in truth a n.o.ble, a princess even, and that the ident.i.ty of her old man was even more amazing.
She wasn't a child of the Feng family at all! No wonder they bullied her.
The parents returned to shower their poor child with all kinds of pampering and love, hoping to make it up to her.
But their child was dead. All that pampering was lavished upon an impostor wearing their childs skin.
How could Feng Qingqian not be depressed!?
They were gone when Feng Qingqian was alive, but immediately popped up when she was dead.
That was why Feng Qingqian was disgusted by her birth parents.
The Feng family wasn't very good to her, but they saw to her basic needs. In all those years, her biological parents had never bothered to ask how she was doing.
Her mother faked her death when she was a child, so she could go find her man.
Ning Shu after receiving the storyline:
Ning Shu turned her head to look at Feng Qingqian, speechless.
"So your wish is to take your body back?" she asked.
Feng Qingqian nodded. That demon wearing her skin shouldnt be allowed to rampage around.
She bit her lip and added, "I want to protect the Feng family, if possible. Who knows where I would be without them."
"Didn't the Feng family bully you?" Ning Shu raised an eyebrow. According to Ying Su, the Feng family was a nest of sc.u.m.
Feng Qingqian shook her head, "Im not a child of the Feng family. It was Father, General Feng, who took my mother and I in. General Feng didn't throw me out when my mother died."
"I know I'm cowardly and useless," Feng Qingqian said, "but the Feng family was my home for fifteen years."
It was true that Feng Qingqian was bullied by the Feng family, but that was her business. Ying Su had no right to fight the Feng family and beat them into the ground in her name.
Ying Su was arrogant and vengeful. Since she wanted payback against others, they naturally wanted the same. Those grudges becoming deep enough to kill over after a few rounds of back-and-forth was normal.
There was always a reason behind such mutual hatred.
Ning Shu thought Feng Qingqian was kindhearted. Or at least capable of distinguis.h.i.+ng between right and wrong.
What good could come to a woman with no family and no clan in ancient times? They either became slaves or prost.i.tutes.
"Can you help me counterattack?" Feng Qingqian asked Ning Shu.
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