Chapter 229: Beating up Murong Rou Savagely

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

A guard, no, it was actually Xun Feng, came up and said respectfully: "Miss Murong, all the assassins in black have been killed."

"Are you sure they are all dead? How come I just saw two of them escape!” Murong Xue said with a smile. Her cold eyes glanced at the right rear wittingly or unwittingly.

They were discovered!

Murong Rou and Maid Li, who had been hidden in the grass, felt shivers down their spine and ran back quickly, supporting each other.

Xun Feng turned and, in a blink of an eye, came before the two. He kicked them hard on the chest, sending them flying five or six meters away and falling heavily on the ground. They felt dizzy, their ears ringing and their eyes seeing stars, and felt like they were falling apart in excruciating pain…

"Miss Murong, how should we deal with these two female assassins?" Xun Feng asked softly for Murong Xue's opinion.

Murong Xue sat on the horse's back, playing with the small ebony box in her hand, and said casually: "first, ask them if they were trying to rob this ebony box in my hand?"

Maid Li rolled her eyes and responded immediately: "we didn't want to rob you. We just…"

"Shua!" Murong Xu's wrist turned, and the whip in her hand slashed mercilessly on Maid Li, beating back the latter’s unfinished words, and said coldly: "Did I allow you to speak?"

Her piercing gaze swept past Li and was fixed on Murong Rou, with the dark pupils gleaming, which made Murong Rou's heart quiver and eyelids twist violently. Murong Rou said in a hurry: "Murong Xue, what are you doing? I am your…"

"Shua!" Murong Xue whipped hard on Murong Rou's chest, sending the latter rolling two or three meters away, and said leisurely: "this female assassin deserves a good lesson. Let’s whip her 50 times first…"

"Aye!" Xun Feng and Wu Hen, taking the order, picked up their whips and lashed mercilessly at Murong rou, which leaft deep wounds with bloodstains…

"Ah... Ah... Ah... "Murong Rou screamed while rolling on the ground. She was aching all over and she stared hard at Murong Xue with intense hatred in her eyes. It looked like she could have swallowed Murong Xue alive.

Murong Xue didn’t seem to care. She looked at Xun Feng and Wu Hen emotionlessly and said: "will fifty times of whipping kill her?"

"That depends on whether Miss Murong wants her dead or alive?" Wu Hen said in a low voice, with a meaningful gleam at the bottom of his eyes.

Murong Xue curled her lips and said casually: "this female assassin is stubborn. Even if we spare her life, she may not tell the truth. Just kill her, so that we won’t have to waste more of our time…"

Murong Rou had always been ruthless. She had sent so many assasins to stop her, who must have attempted to rob her before they finished her off. So naturally, she didn’t need to be lenient to Murong Rou.

"Aye!" Xun Feng and Wu Hen answered in a deep voice and started whipping Murong Rou violently. Each time would leave a bloody scar. Murong Rou rolled about painfully, her shrill screams piercing the clouds and resounding in the sky: "ah! ah! ah… Help…Help me…"

"Stop it! Stop!" An angry voice rang, and Murong Jian was seen riding fast forward on horseback with over 20 guards. Rushing over, his dark pupils were filled with concern.

Murong Xue frowned slightly. She had just managed to beat Murong Rou half dead and now Murong Jian had arrived. What a narrow escape…

"Rou, my dear sister…" Murong Jian got off and rushed to Murong Rou’s side. With his arm around her shoulders, he cried out: "are you alright, Rou?"

Murong Rou coughed heavily, a trail of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth when she said weakly: "fortunately…for the time being... I’m still alive…"

"Thank god I came in time!" Murong Jian sighed in relief secretly. His eyes, cold and sharp like arrows, were fixed on Murong Xue viciously: "Murong Xue, can’t you see that you almost killed your aunt?”

"Is she Aunt Murong Rou?" Murong Xue looked at Murong Rou with her eyes widened in surprise.

Her look of innocence infuriated Murong Jian: "Drop the act, Murong Xue! How could you have not recognized her after having spent so many years together?"

Murong Xue looked at Murong Jian with an arch lift of her eyebrow and said leisurely: " Uncle, please take a good look. Can you see her face clearly?"

Murong Jian, startled, looked down and saw that Murong Rou's face had been bruised with blue and purple marks, and her forehead was injured. Drops of blood dripped down her cheek mixed with dirt. She looked like a beggar in the street, with no trace of resemblance whatsoever to the normally beautiful and quiet lady.

“Even if it's Marquis Song and cousin Yan, who have been with her day and night, could not have recognized auntie now without careful inspection. It’s quite normal that I hadn’t recognized her. But uncle seemed to have recognized her from that far, in addition to that calm tone you were speaking in just now. How impressive…”

Murong Xue, with the corners of her lips slightly tilted and a subtle smile on her face, had undisguised mockery in her dark pupils.

The grim-faced Murong Jian said, stressing each syllable: "I grew up with Rou and I know her very well. Even if she is covered in mud, I can still recognize her at a glance… But you, as her niece, have injured your aunt so badly, and she almost died in your hands. Kneel down and admit your fault right now!"

Murong Xue sneered in disdain and said: "Aunty and the assassins in black ganged up to kill me. I was just defending myself. Why should I be the one kowtowing to her and admitting my fault? Uncle, are you sure you are still thinking straight?"

Kowtowing to Murong Rou and admitting her fault? They must have been dreaming!

"Nonsense! When did I gang up with the assassins and try to kill you?" Murong Rou snapped in anger, her voice sharp and her eyes burning with rage: she was not dressed in black, nor was she wearing a black mask, and she definitely wasn’t standing among the assassins. As long as she stuck to her statement, Murong Xue could do nothing about her.

"Didn't you? Then why did you run away like you were guilty when I said we should go after the two escapees?" Murong Xue looked at her in a condescending manner, her eyes filled with mockery.

"Who said I was guilty?" Murong Rou rolled her eyes unnaturally, but almost immediately the most suitable reason came to her mind. She said viciously: "your guards came at me like devils. Of course I had to run away."

"Is that so? As the saying goes, he who hasn’t done anything bad in the daytime would not fear ghosts’ calling at night. In broad daylight, Aunty was so scared of the guards that you ran away in panic. How many evil deeds have you done…" Murong Xue said casually with unspeakable sarcasm in her cold voice.

Murong Rou glared at Murong Xue viciously, anger flaring in her eyes like flames: "Murong Xue, don't you dare slander me…"

"Is it slander? Deep down you know it clearly. I don’t have to say more." Murong Xue waved and interrupted her. Looking down at her, she said coldly: "I remember that aunty was stabbed badly by Marquis Song a few days ago. Why aren’t you recuperating in your mansion now?”

"I got so bored being in the house. Can’t I go out for a walk?" Murong Rou retorted sharply, her eyes burning with anger.

"Such good mood you were in taking a walk here with grave injuries!" Murong Xue looked at her with a smile, her cold eyes with undisguised mockery, as if saying: It doesn’t make sense that you have come to such a distant place for a walk. As for being beaten as one of the assassins, you asked for it…