With a swish, the sharp sword unsheathed, leaving a cold gleam in the air.
Before anyone could react, the icy blade had already pierced two inches deep into Madam Shen's heart!
The warm blood gushed from the wound, staining the green dress red. Madam Shen did not let out an agonizing scream; she just stared blankly at Lin Qinghua, her eyes dull and desperately trying to focus.
The pain, the suffocating feeling, and the coldness of the blade made her realize that she was struggling to breathe, as if there wasn't enough air for her to inhale.
Lin Qinghua pulled out the sword, and Madam Shen, losing her last support, collapsed straight onto the ground. The wound began to gush blood profusely, soaking the carpet beneath her.
"Humph! A rebel!" Lin Qinghua discarded the sword with a clang and wiped her hand disdainfully with a silk handkerchief.
The maidservants around Lin Qinghua had no reaction, while Madam Shen's maids and elder women either collapsed or fainted.
