"Shisan, what’s wrong?" Seeing Yue Shisan stop in his tracks and his face look somewhat unusual, Yue Mei’Er asked.

"It’s nothing." Yue Shisan shook his head slightly.

Yue Mei’Er didn’t ask further and continued walking forward.

"Miss, this pool has a kind of very ferocious fish in it. Just a hint of blood scent can cause them to devour someone down to a skeleton..."

"Oh, where did these fish come from?"

"They were brought by the Protectors from Longchuan Canyon and kept here. Initially, there were just a few, but later they spread rapidly. However, these fish don’t survive on land; they’re only fierce in water."

"Piranhas, I’ve read about them in books." Yue Shisan remarked.

"Lord Shisan’s knowledge is truly profound!" Mrs. Qiao quickly complimented.

Since it’s confirmed that Si Miaoxue’s life has reached its end, it’s pointless to hide anymore, so we just came brazenly.

"Miss, Lord Shisan, please!"

Chun’Er saw Mrs. Qiao and the others and hurriedly turned back to her room, closing the door. This was also Si Miaoxue’s prior instruction.

If a fight breaks out, she won’t care about her own life or death; whether she survives depends on her own cunning and fate.

In the living room on the second floor, a curtain was drawn and an arched door added. Si Miaoxue lay on the soft couch behind the beaded curtain.

Amid the fragrance of incense for calming the mind, there was also a strong scent of herbs mixed with a faint trace of blood.

"Leader, a friend from afar wishes to meet you."

"Mrs. Qiao, has Mei’Er sister arrived?" Si Miaoxue asked with excitement, followed by violent coughing, seeming she was at the brink of exhaustion.

"What’s wrong with you, Miaoxue?" Yue Mei’Er smiled as she stepped inside, her eyes full of concealed laughter, lacking any real sisterly affection.

"Where’s Chun’Er? A guest’s here and she’s not coming up to serve tea?" Si Miaoxue tried to sit up, appearing to endure with difficulty.

"Leader, Chun’Er went to the front to serve. Perhaps Mrs. Qiao should serve Miss Mei and Lord Shisan instead." Mrs. Qiao also wore a faint smile.

"Fine, as you wish." Si Miaoxue’s weak voice came through the beaded curtain.

Yue Mei’Er was about to lift the curtain and go inside.

"Mei’Er sister, could you give me a bit of dignity? After all, we’re still sisters. I don’t want you to see me as I am now, alright?" Si Miaoxue coughed, revealing a chaotic breath, appearing seriously injured.

"Okay, Mei’Er will listen to you." Yue Mei’Er retracted her extended foot, returned, and let Mrs. Qiao offer a chair to sit facing the beaded curtain.

"Mei’Er sister, I never thought our sister meeting after ten years would be like this." Si Miaoxue sighed.

"Miaoxue, to be honest, I harbor no deep hatred against you. It’s just that sometimes, circumstances compel us. What I want, you also want, that’s all." Yue Mei’Er seemed to think Si Miaoxue was already a dead person, so she stopped hiding her intentions.

"What do you want, the Saint Heir?"

"Yes, the Saint Heir is the hope of our sect. The Sect Leader is already obsessed. Only by finding the Saint Heir can our cult continue."

"To my knowledge, the Sect Leader is not foolish or incapable. Even if the Saint Heir can’t be found, suitable candidates can be selected through ’Spiritual Appointment’. It’s just your Yue Family’s ambition to control the Saint Heir and Moon Palace." Si Miaoxue sneered coldly.

"Miaoxue, is it necessary to argue when things have reached this point? What’s the point?" Yue Mei’Er smiled indifferently, seemingly sure of victory.

"Yes, I’ve lost, but do you think you’ll be the final winner?" Si Miaoxue asked back.

"Miaoxue, I know you don’t have much time left. Sending you off now is cruel, but if you don’t die, my heart won’t be at ease." Yue Mei’Er slowly stood up and walked towards the beaded curtain again.

"Mei’Er sister, can’t you spare me this little bit of time?"

"Miaoxue, you said before that when dealing with an enemy, one must be as cold and ruthless as a steel blade. I remember that." Yue Mei’Er reached out, pulled the curtain, and went inside.

Si Miaoxue lay pale and emaciated on the soft couch, waxy hair, reclining weakly on the cushion, looking like she was near death.

The symptoms resembled those of being hit by the "Absolute Yin Hand".

"Miaoxue, you do indeed look much uglier than ten years ago, no wonder you don’t want to face me." Yue Mei’Er approached and looked down at Si Miaoxue arrogantly.

"If I hadn’t been struck by Yue Shisan’s Absolute Yin Hand, do you think you’d have the chance to stand before me?" Si Miaoxue opened her eyes and looked at her.

"Miaoxue, I know you’ve actually found the Saint Heir but deliberately didn’t report it, wanting to cultivate a bond for your own use, right?" Yue Mei’Er suddenly bent down, her eyes revealing a sly look, asking.

Si Miaoxue’s eyes widened instantly; she hadn’t found any Saint Heir.

"Don’t stare at me like that. I know everything. Your feigned ignorance and innocent expression truly make me nauseous." Yue Mei’Er said.

"Hehe, since you already know, I won’t hide it anymore," Si Miaoxue said, following Yue Mei’Er’s words, "However, even if you know, what can you do about it?"

"Miaoxue, do you think I would come to find you without being confident about this?" Yue Mei’Er replied, "Our Saint Heir’s Highness, is he the one known as Mr. Lin, who has stirred up a storm in Dongshan City these past few months?"

Si Miaoxue looked up, staring at Yue Mei’Er in utter shock.

In fact, she had also suspected this. Lin Miao’s background was indeed suspicious, since Lin Miao’s age closely matched with the Saint Heir, and the Saint Heir’s extraordinary talent must mean he had something exceptional about him, just like Lin Miao...

However, Si Miaoxue had basically dismissed this hypothesis based on her own intelligence network, as the locations and timeframes of their appearances did not match.

Besides, a more direct piece of evidence was that Lin Miao himself denied it. A six-year-old child should have formed memories long ago.

It’s impossible to have completely forgotten, even a tiny shred of memory could remain.

"I guessed correctly, didn’t I, Miaoxue? You’re really something, hiding the Saint Heir right under your nose, secretly plotting. Have you already climbed into the Saint Heir’s bed?" Yue Mei’Er asked with a smile, "But that doesn’t matter, from now on, that person will be me."

Si Miaoxue did not know how to respond. Whether she climbed into Lin Miao’s bed or actively seduced him, it was not because he was the Saint Heir...

"Miaoxue, I know your scheme. You’re biding your time until you become a fait accompli with the Saint Heir. If you could even give birth to his offspring, then all the better. By then, when you return to the Moon Palace, your position would be solid and unshakeable. Miaoxue, you truly know how to plan..."

In her heart, Si Miaoxue thought, I want to have a baby with Mr. Lin, but the first spot was given to his senior sister, it’s not my turn!

"Oh, Mr. Lin has a senior sister too, you can only be second..."

Si Miaoxue smiled awkwardly. Anyway, Yue Mei’Er misunderstood, so did she really have an obligation to correct her mistake?

"What if, after you’re dead, I disguise myself as you, would the Saint Heir take me as you, and then I could make that senior sister of his suffer an ’accident’..." Yue Mei’Er said unabashedly in front of Si Miaoxue.

What a malicious heart.

Lin Miao was hiding right under the soft couch, holding his breath. He heard every bit of the women’s conversation.

Hearing Yue Mei’Er speak this way, he almost couldn’t restrain his anger. In this world, anyone daring to harm his senior sister, even an emperor, he would want to destroy!

Yue Mei’Er, you’re courting death!

Si Miaoxue smiled awkwardly again, "Yue Mei’Er, enjoy your moment of triumph, let’s see if you’ll still be smiling in a while."

"Miaoxue, the truth is, what you want to do is exactly what I want to do. Don’t you think our sisterhood just resonates?"

"Yue Mei’Er, you won’t succeed."

"Oh, why not?"

"The Saint Heir’s Highness is exceptionally smart, and with a venomous heart like yours, how could he ever like you? Stop with your crooked plans," Si Miaoxue suddenly thought of an idea and followed up on Yue Mei’Er’s words.

"Hehe, Miaoxue, I am still a virgin, born with captivating allure, and can help the Saint Heir with his cultivation. If he wishes to return to the Moon Palace and seize power, he will need my help. You’re ten years older than me, and even if you climb into the Saint Heir’s bed, so what? Men always like the new over the old. I have myriad ways to please a man, don’t think the Qin Mansion you run has experienced..."

"Yue Mei’Er, you..." Si Miaoxue almost couldn’t control her breath’s leakage. Yue Mei’Er’s words were too wild, too bold, speaking such embarrassing things right in front of her.

Indeed, what Yue Mei’Er said, she really hadn’t tried.

"Miaoxue, I’ve said so much because I pity you, I don’t want you to leave this world with regrets," Yue Mei’Er stood up, her charming face turning cold and ruthless in an instant, "The bond of sisterhood ends here, time to go."

A slender dagger appeared in Yue Mei’Er’s hand, stabbing mercilessly towards Si Miaoxue’s heart. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

But just as the tip of the sword was less than three inches from the target, Yue Mei’Er couldn’t push further because her internal energy couldn’t rise, her body lost control, and she fell down suddenly.

"Si Miaoxue, what have you done to me..." Yue Mei’Er was shocked, she hadn’t touched anything upon entry, how could she have fallen into the trap?

Si Miaoxue slowly sat up, her face’s skin quickly regaining a rosy glow, and cheerfully removed the dry wig from her head, looking at her with a smile.

"Shisan!"

Even calling ’twenty-six’ wouldn’t help, Yue Shisan wasn’t an iron man; although better off than Si Miaoxue, he too was unknowingly caught in the scheme. Attempting to save Yue Mei’Er, he was blocked by Liansuo wielding a sword.

In just a few swift movements, a sharp treasure sword was held across Yue Shisan’s neck.

As for Mrs. Qiao, she was frightened and collapsed directly.

"Si Miaoxue, you knew all along that Mrs. Qiao was my person?" Yue Mei’Er’s face turned ashen, "So you set up this trap, but no, how did you survive, the Absolute Yin Hand has never left anyone alive..."

"You’ve already said, I found the Saint Heir, how could such a minor injury from the Absolute Yin Hand be difficult for him?" Si Miaoxue chuckled, feeling utterly triumphant and vindicated.

"Miaoxue, don’t spout nonsense!" Lin Miao sternly warned, stepping out from under the couch.

"As you command," Si Miaoxue replied with pursed lips, the tender affection in her eyes unrestrained.

"You, you two..."