Murong Xinlian came here originally to humiliate Murong Qiqi. However, in the end, she herself was humiliated by Murong Qinglian. How could she accept that? No matter what, Murong Qinglian had made her lose face in front of Murong Qiqi, a worthless fool. She absolutely could not accept that.
"Lash her face with your whip!"
As Murong Xinlian seethed with fury, this voice reached her ears. Before Murong Xinlian could figure out where it came from, her hand acted without her command, raising her whip and lashing it across the face of Murong Qinglian.
"Ah!"
Murong Qinglian, who was radiantly proud just minutes ago like a peacock, immediately shrieked covering her face. She stared wide-eyed at the whip in Murong Xinlian's hand, disbelief in her eyes. "Second Sister, you are destroying my appearance. You are utterly shameless, Murong Xinlian!"
Murong Qinglian drew her soft sword, thrusting it directly towards Murong Xinlian.
"Fourth Younger Sister, do not act rashly!" Seeing how Murong Qinglian was, Murong Qiqi was almost laughing her head off, but she acted with a face full of anxiety, "Second Sister did not do it on purpose!"
"You get out! This is none of your business!"
The furious Murong Qinglian certainly was not in the mood to listen to Murong Qiqi's "advice". The soft sword in her hand aimed for the weak points on Murong Xinlian.
"Miss, be careful!" Maid Fei Cui shouted anxiously from the side.
"Zhenzhu, punish that lowly maid!" Murong Qinglian could not stand the sight of maid Feicui, immediately commanding her own maid Zhenzhu, "Beat her severely!"
Receiving her mistress' command, Zhenzhu didn't hesitate. She rushed forward and slapped Fei Cui twice on the face. Her technique was skilful; every slap left a five finger mark on Fei Cui's face.
"How dare you hit me?" Fei Cui, seeing stars after being slapped by Zhenzhu, had always been the head maid by Murong Xinlian's side. She had never been bullied in such a manner. Immediately, she pounced on Zhenzhu and they became entangled in a fight.
"Please stop! Second Sister, Fourth Younger Sister, you can just talk things out. Please stop fighting!"
Murong Qiqi, hiding in the corner, let out an occasional shout. When she got tired, Su Mei would hand her a slice of watermelon to moisten her throat.
When Murong Xinlian swung her whip, the gentle voice of Murong Qiqi reached them. "Fourth Younger Sister, your face is bleeding. If you don't bandage it soon, it might scar!"
Murong Xinlian's hand shook, her whip found its mark again on Murong Qinglian's face, forming a perfect symmetry with the previous whip mark.
"Oh, dear! Second Sister, how can you be so heartless?! Even if you are jealous of Fourth Younger Sister, you shouldn't go this far!" Murong Qiqi covered her mouth and "screamed" in feigned surprise.
With Murong Qiqi stirring up trouble, Murong Qinglian's anger grew even stronger. Her soft sword moved ruthlessly over Murong Xinlian's body, leaving thin cuts on her hands and arms. The final stroke conveniently sliced across Murong Xinlian's forehead.
Murong Xinlian, who had initially thought of stopping, touched her face and felt the warm spill of blood. Boiling with fury, she acknowledged that the injury left by Murong Qinglian's whip could simply be treated with medicine, but the wound on her own face was an actual injury. If it left a scar, it would ruin her appearance for good!
Realizing that Murong Qinglian did not consider their sisterly bond and aimed to ruin her cherished appearance, Murong Xinlian showed no mercy either.
Once Murong Xinlian grew serious, Murong Qinglian, not one to back down also unleashed her true strength. Since Murong Xinlian had ruined her face, she resolved to do the same to Murong Xinlian!
"Clang! Clang!" The two turned Murong Qiqi's Cui Zhu Garden into a battlefield, damaging everything they encountered.
"No! My Cui Zhu Garden! Please stop fighting!"
The lamenting voice of Murong Qiqi continuously reached the ears of Murong Xinlian and Murong Qinglian, becoming more grating and spurring them on to a more fierce battle.
On the other hand, Murong Qiqi had finally managed to separate Fei Cui and Zhenzhu. "Can you both go and stop them from fighting?"
Murong Qiqi looked so pathetic and her performance was spot on, making Fei Cui and Zhenzhu scoff disdainfully at the lack of backbone in Third Young Lady.
"Third Young Lady, we, as servants, can't intervene in the matters of our masters." Fei Cui gave Zhenzhu a stern look, straightening her clothes and hair. "You should just watch from the side! Swords and blades show no mercy, be careful not to injure yourself too!"
"But if they continue like this, I'm afraid if father finds out, he will be angry..." Murong Qiqi lowered her head, twisting her handkerchief, "If he investigates the cause, you all will be punished too."
Murong Qiqi's soft-spoken words made Fei Cui and Zhenzhu realize something.
Indeed, with Second Sister and Fourth Younger Sister causing such a ruckus today, Murong Tai would definitely not reprimand one while sparing the other. He would most likely blame their feud on them, making them suffer the consequences.
With this thought, Fei Cui and Zhenzhu hurriedly left Cui Zhu Garden to fetch help. They were both in a hurry and didn't notice the strange smile on Murong Qiqi's face.
"Su Mei, Su Yue, stay guard."
Murong Qiqi's words were brief. Su Mei and Su Yue understood that their mistress was up to no good and started watching the entrance immediately. Luckily, Cui Zhu Garden was quite secluded and only they served there. Now with Fei Cui and Zhenzhu gone, there were only five of them.
Murong Xinlian and Murong Qinglian were locked in intense battle. They couldn't care less about Murong Qiqi, and didn't notice the strange atmosphere around them.
A subtle hissing noise came from Murong Qiqi's mouth. As it entered the ears of Murong Xinlian and Murong Qinglian, their eyes reddened as if receiving some sort of command. Their dissatisfaction and jealousy towards each other were like dry wood meeting fire, kindling intensely.
"Off you go..." Murong Qiqi gave a faint smile, and in another glance, the eyes of the two regained their clarity. But the techniques in their hands had become more lethal, aiming for each other's life with every attack.
Envy, jealousy, and hatred, all stemmed from evil! Murong Qiqi leaned back comfortably in her rocking chair, casually watching Murong Xinlian and Murong Qinglian drown in the throes of their battle.
If you had no grudges in your heart, you wouldn't have given me this opportunity. Now is the time to repay the debt you owe your body!