Chapter 113: Her Right Arm Severed

The woman in red cursed Bai Li Tianchang fiercely while gripping her sword in her right hand, thrusting it toward him.

Her sister had explicitly instructed her: she must kill Bai Li Tianchang, that useless and ugly girl.

Only by killing this worthless, ugly girl could she reclaim the Ninth Prince!

At first, when her sister mentioned that the Ninth Prince was with such a useless, ugly girl, she refused to believe it, even unto death.

But after witnessing it with her own eyes yesterday, she finally accepted her sister’s words.

Now, it was clear her sister was right—this worthless, ugly girl had to die!

Only with her death could she be with the Ninth Prince.

Her heart could no longer tolerate the thought of this useless, ugly girl being with the Ninth Prince, not even for a moment.

“Ah!”

Just as the fierce sword in the red-clad woman’s hand was about to pierce Bai Li Tianchang’s chest, a sharp shout suddenly rang in his ear.

Huh?

What was going on?

Bai Li Tianchang felt puzzled.

He should have been the one being stabbed, yet why was this woman screaming?

“Who dares to harm my little fairy?!”

At that moment, the cold yet authoritative voice of Nalan Di Jiu echoed by Bai Li Tianchang’s ear.

Then, a strong arm pulled Bai Li Tianchang close, and he realized that both he and the little phoenix had fallen into Nalan Di Jiu’s embrace.

“Little fairy, are you alright? Were you frightened?” Nalan Di Jiu asked with concern.

“I’m fine. Ninth Prince, you should ask this young lady if she’s okay,” Bai Li Tianchang replied, glancing at the red-clad woman who had lost her right arm, writhing in pain, her cries piercing the air, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls.

Hearing Bai Li Tianchang’s words, Nalan Di Jiu finally relaxed.

It was good that his little fairy wasn’t scared!

Following Bai Li Tianchang’s gaze, he looked at the woman in red.

She was still screaming in pain, but upon noticing the Ninth Prince’s gaze, she forced herself to stop crying out.

“Your Highness, it’s me! I’m Luoyan! Your Highness, I’m Luoyan of the Luo Xia Palace. Don’t you recognize me?” she called out urgently.

Luoyan’s heart was filled with anguish and grievance.

Ninth Prince, I am Luoyan of the Luo Xia Palace.

I am Luoyan!

Why did you so readily swing your sword and sever my right arm?

I am Luoyan!

Why?! Why is this happening?

Is it because you didn’t recognize me?

Is it because I flew too fast for you to see me?

Or have you already forgotten me, with only that useless, ugly girl occupying your heart?

Only Heaven knows the depth of Luoyan’s despair.

Nalan Di Jiu listened to her words without a flicker of emotion.

His gaze barely glanced at Luoyan before withdrawing immediately, turning instead to look gently at his little fairy.

Luoyan?

Who is she?

What kind of person?

Did he even know her before?

In the past, he never cared about any woman in the world.

Now, with his little fairy by his side, he would care for no one else at all.