After returning from the secret chamber, Ivy Shen collapsed onto her bed, paralyzed and in shock. Luna—the maid who always worked with her—was actually...
"Run...run away...the Crown Prince...he's a devil. Little Die...Little Die's already been eaten by the spiders...You have to—have to run...the Empress, the Empress won't let...won't let you go." These were Luna's last words before dying.
Those words were enough for Ivy to understand why she—and Little Die—had ended up here in the first place!
Cao Wan’er...
No doubt about it—it was definitely that vicious woman’s doing. She must have found out that the maids who tipped off Jude Song were Luna and Little Die, so she sent them in when he went berserk. Back then, Jude’s illness must have been unbearable; he wouldn’t have cared who was who.
Ivy Shen admitted she wasn’t a good person, but she couldn’t just watch them die because of her. Once again, her hand clenched tight as she stared at the gilded ceiling, silently swearing: Don’t worry, just wait. As soon as I get the weapon from Flame Valley, the real fight begins—and I’ll use their blood to honor every innocent soul that died!
Counting the days, there were only three left. In those three days, she had to plan her escape route out of the palace—and leave Jude Song with a mystery. Since the Empress had invented some phantom ‘assassin,’ Ivy might as well use that persona to stage her own abduction. That way, Jude wouldn’t suspect her identity, and her sister would stay safe.
But how was she supposed to make that ‘assassin’ show up in broad daylight? And then there was Lana Qiu and Chu Xiyan—she’d promised to help them escape too, but with so much going on, this move was trickier than it looked. Right now, she couldn’t help wishing her husbands were here. At least then she could split the tasks and get things done way faster!
What really caught her off guard was—they were not only here, but actually very close by!
The next morning.