Kill That Transmigrator Woman - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Hard to Describe

Cui Wanwan’s gaze was simply too obvious—so much so that Dongfang Mosang couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to.

With his back facing that intense stare behind him, he put down what he was doing, straightened up, and said in a deep voice, “Who is it?”

At the same time, he turned around.

In the instant he saw Cui Wanwan, Dongfang Mosang’s thin and frail back stiffened for a moment.

The dazzling young girl in front of him had extraordinarily delicate features, the kind of striking beauty that would make anyone who saw her involuntarily exclaim, “What a lovely young lady.”

Dongfang Mosang had thought it was just some bored eunuch coming over to bully him for fun, or perhaps a palace maid who’d been scolded by some noble and was now looking to vent her anger on him.

Such things had happened multiple times before, so Dongfang Mosang was already used to it.

But what he hadn’t expected was that the uninvited guest standing behind him wasn’t a maid, nor a eunuch—

But a girl so beautiful she seemed unreal.

Dongfang Mosang glanced lightly at her luxurious clothing, and after just two looks, withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to resume his work.

Aside from that one word, “Who,” he remained completely silent.

Seeing that he ignored her, Cui Wanwan was slightly surprised. She raised an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling into a smile filled with mischief, and directly stepped into the room.

Upon hearing the footsteps, Dongfang Mosang’s right eyelid twitched.
At last, he spoke, “This Young Lady has come to the wrong place.”

A girl who shone like the blazing sun, she must surely be the daughter of some noble family in the capital.

“Didn’t come to the wrong place,” Cui Wanwan’s smile grew even wider. “I came specifically to find you.”

Dongfang Mosang was stunned for a moment. Came to find him?

What was there about him worth looking for?

“Apologies, Young Lady. We don’t know each other.” Life in the Cold Palace was already difficult enough for him; he absolutely could not afford to provoke any officials or nobles, or even staying alive might become impossible.

His royal father believed he wasn’t of true imperial blood, being allowed to survive until now was already a rare mercy.

Dongfang Mosang hid the shadow in his eyes well, putting on the harmless appearance of a meek, delicate young man, one who looked like he could be slaughtered without resistance.

Cui Wanwan crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at the basin of clothes soaking in well water. She hooked her lips up into a smile and raised her foot.

Bang!

With a splash, the entire basin of laundry was kicked over by her.

The well water splattered across the floor, and the soaking wet clothes, not only still unclean, were now even filthier.

Dongfang Mosang pressed his lips together and said nothing. He squatted down, reached out to straighten the basin, and began picking up the now-dirtied clothes.

Just then, a small crimson shoe appeared right before his eyes.

The next moment, it stomped down hard onto his frostbitten, chilblain-covered hand.

Dongfang Mosang’s expression suddenly changed.

But this was still far from enough. For the pain this man had caused her, doing just this wasn’t enough to vent her anger.

Cui Wanwan hooked her lips into a cold smile and pressed down harder with her foot, grinding it against his fingers.

Frostbite was already painful enough, being trampled and crushed like this made it even worse. Dongfang Mosang broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead from the pain, and his face turned deathly pale.

Yet he still spoke calmly, “I do not know how I have offended the Young Lady. I only ask the Young Lady to please show mercy.”

“No,” Cui Wanwan blinked her eyes. “I just want to step on you and watch you suffer.”

“Seeing you in unbearable pain makes me happy.”

This unprovoked hostility from a strange woman left Dongfang Mosang slightly confused, but he had always been someone who kept his thoughts deep and never showed emotions on his face.

“Why?” He sucked in a sharp breath, half-kneeling on the ground, his arm pressed against the floor, and his right hand beneath her foot.

The posture was strange—and extremely humiliating.

“Why?” Cui Wanwan showed a smile brimming with malice. She bent down slightly, grabbed his chin with one hand, and forced him to lift his head and look at her.

When their eyes met, he looked like a cold, forsaken ghost come to collect a debt, while she was a dazzling flower nurtured in luxury, so beautiful it was shocking.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more vicious she is—that was a sudden thought that flashed through Dongfang Mosang’s mind.

Because…

The pretty girl’s fingers dug hard into the skin of his jaw. She tilted her head and gave a dazzlingly bright smile, saying word by word, “Because I’m very vicious!”

When she tried to be a good person, everyone said she was vicious.

When she acted vicious, others still said she was vicious.

She was just an ordinary mortal—no matter what, she couldn’t win against that strange power called a “system” attached to Wei Qingyu.

Either way, she wouldn’t get a good reputation or a good ending. So why shouldn’t she go all out and be a ruthless “female supporting character”?

Being the villainess wasn’t so bad—whoever she wanted revenge on, she could take it. In the end, if she was going to hell anyway, she might as well drag a few people down with her.

And if she couldn’t drag anyone down, she, Cui Wanwan, would still make sure that so-called “male lead,” even when he grew old, would wake up from nightmares the moment he heard her name—Cui Wanwan.

Dongfang Mosang: “…”

He pressed his lips together, unsure whether he was speechless or stunned.

This fiery-tempered young lady was, at least, honest—so vicious she even cursed herself.

Cui Wanwan looked down at him from above and said, “Listen carefully. My name is Cui Wanwan.”

Cui?!

Dongfang Mosang’s pupils abruptly contracted. Although he lived in the Cold Palace and was cut off from outside news, he still knew a few things.

The Cui family’s daughter seemed to be destined to marry a prince.

As for whether it would be an ordinary prince or the Crown Prince, that would depend on fate and how destiny unfolded.

Cui Wanwan had deliberately told him this piece of information.

With his nature and scheming mind, he would definitely try to cling to her through this opportunity.

Because no matter whom Cui Wanwan ended up marrying, it certainly wouldn’t be a prince locked away in the Cold Palace.

On the contrary, as long as he married her, he could leave the Cold Palace and escape the current situation of hardship and humiliation.

Sure enough, Cui Wanwan saw a fleeting gleam flash in Dongfang Mosang’s eyes, who knew what little scheme he was plotting in his heart.

“You really are ugly,” Cui Wanwan deliberately mocked him.
“Living such a pathetic life, why haven’t you chosen to die yet? After all, if you die, all this suffering will be over, won’t it?”

Dongfang Mosang’s lips twitched uncontrollably, and he nearly lost hold of his calm expression.

He really… must be cursed by the heavens.

To have run into such a… such a bluntly malicious woman.

He didn’t respond.

She continued stepping on his hand. Seemingly feeling that it wasn’t painful enough, she suddenly withdrew her foot.

Just as Dongfang Mosang thought she was going to let him go and began to draw his hand back, he suddenly sensed something was wrong and sharply lifted his head.

But before he could react—everything had already happened.

Cui Wanwan cracked her knuckles, lifted the hem of her winter skirt, aimed at his hand, gathered her strength—and then jumped on it.

Dongfang Mosang finally couldn’t bear it anymore and let out a cry of pain.

That delicate young girl bounced rhythmically on his hand like she was jumping rope.

Dongfang Mosang seized the moment when she was midair and swiftly yanked his hand back.

“You…” Dongfang Mosang panted heavily from the pain. His right hand was a bloody mess, flesh torn and mangled, looking like a pile of ruined meat.

“Eh?” a coy voice sounded. “What are you doing? I’m giving you a massage.”

Dongfang Mosang nearly gasped backwards in horror, his eyes rolled back, and he almost passed out on the spot. He gripped his injured wrist with his left hand, his gaze icy cold as he glared at Cui Wanwan, looking exactly like a man-eating ghost.

“What are you looking at? Look again and I’ll gouge your eyes out,” Cui Wanwan snarled fiercely and gave his forehead a slap. The strength wasn’t much, and it didn’t hurt, but it left Dongfang Mosang stunned.

It forcibly drove him several steps backward.

Damn it…

For the first time in his life, Dongfang Mosang couldn’t help but want to curse.

He had lived in the cold, unfeeling imperial palace and seen all sorts of people, but this was the first time he’d met someone like Cui Wanwan—this kind of… this kind of… he simply couldn’t describe her.

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