Servant Su watched the scene unfold and sighed, "Butler Wang, you truly are impressive."
"But I simply understand our young lady well," Butler Wang replied with a smile. "In Young Miss Su Hua’s heart, no one in this world can compare to Young Master Lin. You could say he is her very life. No matter what happens, she will always stand by his side."
So, even if Young Master Lin beat Second Young Miss Xu Xiaoman half to death, Su Hua would never punish him.
As for Xu Xiaoman…
This time, she had truly crossed Su Hua.
Butler Wang silently lit a metaphorical candle for Xu Xiaoman in his heart.
When Xu Xiaoman saw the look in Su Hua’s eyes and heard her words, fear surged through her.
She wasn’t completely foolish—her mind finally caught up.
So, her sister had known all along that Lin Xuan was the one who beat her up. Yet, Su Hua had still taken his side.
Xu Xiaoman gritted her teeth.
People outside said her sister was ruthless, but she was still her sister—one of the few people in this world who could get close to her.
No matter what, Su Hua wouldn’t punish her too severely.
Just as she thought this—
Su Hua raised the whip again.
Crack!
The lash landed heavily on Xu Xiaoman’s body once more.
"Sister!" Xu Xiaoman’s eyes welled with tears as she looked at Su Hua with a pitiful expression. "I’m your own sister, born from the same mother!"
How could she treat her like this, all for the sake of some pretty-faced man?
"You should be grateful you’re my sister," Su Hua said with a cold smile. "And you should be even more grateful that she made me promise to take care of you before she died. Otherwise, I would have already thrown you to the tigers."
Xu Xiaoman knew her sister had once raised a white tiger. She had even seen it with her own eyes—how the beast tore flesh from a man’s body, its mouth dripping with blood as it chewed.
At Su Hua’s words, Xu Xiaoman shuddered violently.
"Since you dared to lay a hand on Xuan, I’ll teach you a proper lesson today."
Su Hua showed no mercy as she lashed Xu Xiaoman with the whip—her strikes were even fiercer than Lin Xuan’s had been.
"Aaaaah—!"
Screams echoed through the garden.
The servants felt their hair stand on end.
The young lady was truly vicious…
There was no denying it—she spoiled Young Master Lin beyond reason. He was one lucky man.
Before long, Xu Xiaoman lay on the ground, barely breathing.
Su Hua tossed the whip aside.
Just as she was about to speak, she noticed Lin Xuan’s reddened hand. Frowning, she took it and examined it closely.
"What happened?" she asked sharply.
Lin Xuan coughed lightly. "Xu Xiaoman’s face was my doing. She kept trying to drive a wedge between us, and I lost my temper. I punched her a few times—that’s why my hand is a little red."
From the ground, Xu Xiaoman gasped weakly, "Sister… did you hear that? Lin Xuan admitted it himself. He beat me!"
Su Hua ignored her completely. Instead, she gently lifted Lin Xuan’s hand and blew on it softly.
"Xuan," she murmured, her eyes filled with concern. "Next time you want to teach someone a lesson, don’t dirty your hands. Leave it to the bodyguards."
"Alright."
Lin Xuan nodded, inwardly delighted.
There was nothing quite like being spoiled by his girlfriend.
Su Hua glanced at Xu Xiaoman’s swollen face before her gaze returned to Lin Xuan’s hand.
Her frown deepened.
Xu Xiaoman’s injuries were severe—Xuan must have used a lot of force. It was only natural his hand would be affected.
If she didn’t apply some medicinal ointment, she wouldn’t feel at ease.
"Bring the bruise ointment," she ordered coldly.
The servants exchanged glances.
Was such a minor injury really worth using medicine for?
Still, they obeyed.
Soon, the ointment was fetched from the villa and handed to Su Hua. She poured some onto her fingers and carefully smoothed it over Lin Xuan’s knuckles.
From the ground, Xu Xiaoman watched through swollen eyes, her gaze burning with resentment.
After being beaten so badly, her sister didn’t spare her a single glance—instead, she was fussing over the man who had hit her!
"Sister…" she whimpered pitifully.
Only then did Su Hua acknowledge her. But the moment her eyes landed on Xu Xiaoman, they turned icy again.
If not for her, Xuan’s hand wouldn’t be red like this…
"Take her back," Su Hua commanded emotionlessly. "Have a doctor tend to her—just make sure she doesn’t die. As for her injuries, let them heal naturally. No ointment."
The servants winced.
Natural healing? That would take ages.
Tsk, tsk. Second Young Miss had really stepped in it this time. Not only had she been beaten black and blue, but she wouldn’t even get proper treatment.
After all her arrogance, she had finally met her match.
The servants’ eyes gleamed with schadenfreude.
Xu Xiaoman’s expression twisted in despair.
How could her own sister treat her like this—all for the sake of some worthless man?
She cared more about the person who beat her than her own flesh and blood! Not only had she whipped her half to death, but now she wouldn’t even let the doctor treat her properly…
The thought of being bedridden for months filled Xu Xiaoman with utter hopelessness.
"Take her away now," Su Hua ordered.
"Yes, Young Miss!"
The bodyguards bowed respectfully before hauling Xu Xiaoman to her feet and dragging her to the car without an ounce of gentleness.
When Su Hua turned back to Lin Xuan, her expression softened once more.
"Xuan," she said earnestly, "you’re not just some pretty face, and you’re certainly not my plaything."
Her Xuan was more capable than anyone else.
He had built Skyveil Group from the ground up—she hadn’t even been able to lend a hand.
She believed that one day, he would grow Skyveil into an international empire.
And when that day came, he would stand as her equal.
"I know," Lin Xuan nodded.
Ever since witnessing what he had after death, he understood—he was never just Hua’s toy.
Her love for him ran so deep she would give her life for him.
"Xuan, you will always be the most important person in my heart," Su Hua said firmly. "No matter who it is—if they provoke you, you have my permission to retaliate harshly."
When it came to Xuan, there was no right or wrong in her eyes.
Whether he was at fault or not, she would always be his unwavering support—his shield and sword.
"Alright, Hua. I understand." Lin Xuan smiled, warmth blooming in his chest.
Butler Wang watched the entire scene with immense satisfaction.
As expected, any drama involving Young Master Lin was top-tier entertainment.
After answering a call, he stepped forward and bowed. "Young Master Lin, Young Miss, lunch is ready."
"Good."
Su Hua’s eyes curved into crescents. "Then let’s eat, Xuan."
After the meal, they still had plans.
Today marked the anniversary of their first meeting—they shouldn’t waste a single moment.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
