Chapter 30: Tearing Apart the Face, Viciously Stabbing Li Kechuan's Neck

After Li Qingluo returned, everywhere she went she was directly opposing Li Kechuan.

She seemed not to care at all about his madness, nor was she afraid of his furious rage.

Even each time, his towering anger could be effortlessly blocked by her, and she could also strike back.

He admitted she was somewhat clever, and it had given him some setbacks.

But how could he let her be so smug, enjoying everything that rightfully belonged to Zhu'er?

Last time, relying on Mother's eye ailment, he failed to make Li Qingluo pay her blood debt; Li Kechuan has now schemed this.

But this time she actually shed tears?

Seeing that tear, he froze for a moment.

Could it be that she truly knows she was wrong in her heart?

If she could sincerely kowtow to Zhu'er, admit her fault, and repent to atone, he could also not refuse to spare her life.

But the next second, Li Qingluo suddenly burst out with a "heeheehee" laugh.

She shrugged her shoulders, her whole body trembling nonstop, as if laughing at something utterly ridiculous.

Only then did Li Kechuan realize he had been played by her.

He, furious from embarrassment, stepped forward, grabbed her hair in one grip, and forced her face up.

Li Kechuan gritted his teeth: "What are you laughing at?"

Li Qingluo lightly curled her lips: "I'm laughing at you, you idiot."

Li Kechuan raised his other hand and squeezed her face with great force, as if he wanted to crush the teeth in her mouth.

Li Qingluo felt her inner cheek had split, and a bloody taste filled her mouth.

Yet she still smiled, her mouth unable to lift, but her eyes brimmed with contempt and mockery toward him.

Li Kechuan: "Me stupid? What do you mean?"

Li Qingluo couldn't speak; Li Kechuan thought she was just being mysterious, then snorted coldly: "Today Grandmother won't come to save you, so you needn't say any more useless words—aside from angering me, what good does it do you?"

Li Qingluo's eyes held no trace of fear; instead, they flickered with a hint of pity.

She, she pities him?

Pities him for what?

The one being captured right now is clearly her!

Li Kechuan felt as if her gaze had stabbed him, and he raised his hand to slap her hard.

"Don't you dare look at me like that, and you're not allowed to laugh!"

Li Qingluo lowered her head after being slapped.

On her face appeared five bright red fingerprints.

From the corner of her mouth, a trace of blood slowly seeped out.

Li Qingluo: "Do you know? Li Kechuan. You are nothing but a dog of Li Qingzhu. I pity you for being played around by her, turning in circles, yet unaware. I pity you, blinded, living in your own chaos, like a furious madman!"

"I pity you for your ignorant arrogance, but one day you will be utterly abandoned by the person you cherish most!"

Li Qingluo's eyes shone with deep hatred: "Besides, even if you take my life today, I will never kowtow to her, Li Qingzhu! Because I am in the right."

She lifted her head, her face swollen, her icy, knife‑like gaze fixed on her own biological elder brother.

These words thoroughly enraged Li Kechuan.

He clenched his crackling fist, pressing down on Li Qingluo's head: "Rest assured, I won't take your life right away, sister."

"Because dying would be too easy for you."

"I want you to kneel every day before Zhu'er's grave, chanting sutras to liberate her soul. I want you to guard Zhu'er's tomb, receiving no food or water if you don't kowtow."

"I want you to sincerely feel remorse and repent for Zhu'er's death, I want you to weep bitterly and admit you were wrong!"

"I want you— to be nothing but a dog before Zhu'er's grave."

After speaking, Li Kechuan rose and ordered his trusted attendants behind him: "Break her legs, sever her tendons. Hold her down and make her kowtow a hundred times before the eldest miss's grave."

"Not one less— she may not rise!"

Several attendants, hearing this, trembled all over.

"Yes, yes, eldest young master."

They came over, faces full of menace, dragging iron rods, and Li Qingluo shouted: "You dare! I am also a daughter of the Jiangjun Fu, the general's direct bloodline! If Grandmother knew, she would surely demand your lives!"

The attendants instantly froze, meeting Li Qingluo's sharp, angry gaze, and they truly began to hesitate.

Li Qingluo then suddenly spoke again: "Li Kechuan, are you lacking courage? If you're going to do it, why don't you dare to act yourself?"

"I am your own blood‑sister. If you act yourself, wouldn't that better show how deep your favor and cherishing of Li Qingzhu truly are?"

Li Kechuan gave a cold laugh: "Fool, you really think I won't?"

"Compared to Zhu'er, you are truly as worthless as weeds."

He snatched the iron rod from a servant's hand, raised it, and slammed it hard toward Li Qingluo's leg.

But the change came at that very moment.

Li Qingluo, who had been tightly bound, suddenly found her hands and feet free; at the instant the rod was raised to strike down, she lay on the ground and rolled over violently.

In her hand appeared a dagger, unknown when, which she drew and stabbed toward Li Kechuan's foot.

Li Kechuan laughed in anger.

That rod directly changed direction and heavily struck Li Qingluo's back.

Then, lowering his hand, he grabbed her hand that had not yet fallen.

Li Qingluo cried out in pain, and fresh blood again seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Li Kechuan: "You actually hid a knife on yourself? Too bad, you've run into me, Li Kechuan!"

He is a youthful general, highly skilled in martial arts; to him, ordinary petty thugs are no more than ants, let alone a weak woman like her.

Li Kechuan had intended to kick her away with one foot, but he suddenly changed his mind, then dragged her by personally grabbing Li Qiongluo's hair and forcibly pressing her entire face against Li Qiongzhu's grave.

"Since you're so eager for me to do it myself, I'll personally press you down and make you kowtow a hundred loud bows for Zhu'er."

After saying that, Li Kechuan was about to grab Li Qiongluo's head and slam it down hard, but Li Qiongluo gave a cold chuckle.

"You're dreaming..."

Li Kechuan didn't hear clearly, leaned in and said, "What did you say?"

Li Qiongluo turned her head to look at this face finally within reach, the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually widening: "I said it before, I was never wrong... so, you're dreaming!"

After saying that, a fierce light flashed in her eyes, a hint of cruelty passing through.

Li Kechuan was overly arrogant and careless, thus he underestimated Li Qiongluo's recent actions.

Even as he grabbed the hand holding Li Qiongluo's dagger, he never managed to knock the dagger from her grasp.

However, this was exactly the moment Li Qiongluo had been waiting for!

She had deliberately provoked him all along, recklessly urging him to act personally, even not hesitating to completely break face with him.

All of this was to find the sole opportunity to strike back at him!

Li Qiongluo had already released her grip on the dagger's hilt; when Li Kechuan came completely close to her, that end of the iron pestle, following the direction, stabbed fiercely at his neck.