The Insane and Good-For-Nothing Madam - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: I Shall Die with Her If I Don’t Get Away

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Feng Ruchu, it’s you?! Turns out you’re still alive, you bitch!” 

They had been fighting from afar ealier and Feng Ruchu had been too disheveled for Feng Mo’er to notice her face. Now that Feng Mo’er was right next to her, she recognized Feng Ruchu instantly. 

“Really sorry for ruining Feng Fei’er and Nangong Yan’s plan,” Feng Ruchu said sarcastically. 

“Fei’er, Your Royal Highness, kill her quickly! She is Feng—” Feng Mo’er began to yell at but stopped halfway when she realized that revealing Feng Ruchu’s identity would only expose their secret that night. 

She had to kill this bitch without drawing too much attention! 

“Daddy, kill this filthy slave!” Feng Mo’er decided to go to her father for help after much consideration. 

Not expecting the daughter he was so proud of to be held captive by a slave at the sacrificial ceremony, Feng Zheng became so angry that his face turned red. 

“You useless slave, it is an honor to be chosen by the Saint as a sacrifice for the heavens, how dare you resist?” Feng Zheng bellowed angrily. 

“Honor?” Feng Ruchu scoffed, “If it is an honor, then I shall kindly give Feng Mo’er the honor instead. I am sure that Feng Mo’er would be happy to sacrifice herself for the Saint.” 

“I…” Feng Mo’er gaped, unsure how to respond. After all, the Saint could just order anyone in the whole of Canglan Continent to die, and that person should thank the Saint for his kindness without complaining. 

If Feng Mo’er rejected, it would be disrespectful to the Saint, but if she agreed, it would go exactly as the slave had planned!

“You filthy slave, Mo’er is the pride of the Feng family and a spiritist who has broken through the nascent soul stage! Who do you think you are to be comparing yourself to her?” Feng Zheng shouted quickly, having guessed what Feng Ruchu was up to. 

Feng Ruchu burst out laughing when she heard what Feng Zheng said. Her palm-sized face was covered in dirt, but that didn’t stop her from ridiculing both father and daughter. 

“Are you sure you know what you are saying, Chancellor Feng? A spiritist who broke through the nascent soul stage is now being held captive by me, a filthy slave! Is this what the ability of such an accomplished spiritist really looks like? How weak!” 

“Such an arrogant slave!” 

“A useless slave like her deserves to die!” 

“How dare she?! That is outrageous!” 

Feng Ruchu’s words created an uproar among those sitting in the cave. 

“Silence, all of you! You are given two options,” Feng Ruchu ordered, staring coldly at the crowd. 

“Either you let me go, or I kill her.” As if to prove that she meant what she said, Feng Ruchu slid the hairpin across Feng Mo’er’s neck, drawing blood. 

“You won’t be able to get away if you kill Mo’er, young lady,” said Feng Fei’er softly, her gentle voice like an angel’s. She looked delicate and charming with the white handkerchief held tightly in her hands, her teeth worrying her lip, and her eyes wide and teary. 

“I shall die with her if I don’t get away,” said Feng Ruchu simply, not yielding even slightly. 

Feng Fei’er let out a sigh as her tears started to fall. “Nobody needs to get hurt. Why don’t you let Mo’er go, and I will help heal you…”