"Bang!"
This was yet another set of teaware broken in Cheng Mingyue's room.
Her personal maid stood outside the room with hunched shoulders, not daring to provoke her mistress's ire at such a time.
Ever since Master was attacked and the doctors declared themselves helpless, Miss's mood had become extremely volatile.
Cheng Mingyue felt very anxious.
She knew who those assassins were after; their target was her.
And Father used his True Qi to protect her, triggering an old injury he'd had for years.
Those assassins...
Cheng Mingyue still felt a lingering fear whenever she thought of them.
Those cold, emotionless eyes, the dagger radiating chill, nearly piercing her heart!
Her proud Martial Arts skills were utterly worthless in front of them.
The assassins came for revenge.
Because before they acted, they had said: "Miss Cheng, why didn't you mention your target's identity when you hired us?"
The assassin indeed felt resentment.
