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Shu Man and Jian Heng died long ago before Yao Mei could seek revenge on them. However, their deaths did not remove Yao Mei's hatred. She had shifted it onto her child.

Yao Mei had raised the white-robed viscount as her pawn, using his hatred for Jane Xia to exact revenge on her family. Yao Mei had even colluded with the President of A Nation to put Jane Xia to death, but to no avail.

But Yao was in no hurry, for she had not yet reached the summit of her power. She was going to be the de facto king of C., and use the power of her country to help her carry out her revenge plan.

She was like a drowning person, unable to find any way to save herself. The only way to save her was to use revenge to save her life. She felt that her life had been ruined, that there was only hatred left in her life, and that it was the only thing that could sustain her.

Yao Mei was Lady Mei, Shu Man was Jian Xia's mother, and Jian Heng was Jian Xia's father.

The scariest thing in the world is that in a place where you don't know, there is a person who hates you day after day, and there is no reason for it. You don't do anything, but you can't stop people from hating you. She did not dare to appear in front of you. She would only secretly shoot her poisoned sword ruthlessly at you.

"..."

When Windsor arrived, the seductive lady was wiping the exquisite pistol in her hand. The golden gun was inlaid with beautiful diamonds, just like her own person. It looked beautiful but was actually very dangerous.

Windsor first looked towards Ning Huan. After confirming that she was alright, she opened her mouth and said, "Madam Charming, kidnapping the Duchess doesn't seem like something an elder should do, right?"

The charming lady was too lazy to argue with Windsor. She directly said, "Don't waste your breath with me. I don't have that kind of thought. It's very simple. Hand over the seal."

The charming madam once again turned to look at Han Mo Bei and said, "And you. I want all of the power under you to be used by me, including the imperial capital."

Before Windsor and Han Mo Bei could reply, Ning Huan spoke up first, "Stop dreaming. I'll tell you this. Without a seal, I won't give you any power. Don't even think about it!"

The eyes of the charming lady turned cold. The international mercenaries behind Ning Huan immediately slapped her.

"Stupid girl, if you say one more word, I'll kill the child in your stomach!"

Ning Huan knew that at this point, there was already no room for manoeuvre. Han Mo Bei's men couldn't match up to the many international mercenaries that the charming madam was leading. Moreover, the seductive madam was even threatening her, so the final outcome would definitely be a compromise between Windsor and Han Mo Bei, and she wasn't willing to see that kind of situation.

She stared at the sharp corner of the tea table and rushed over. With a ruthless tone, she said, "My child, it's not your turn to take action, but don't think of using me to threaten anyone!"

Han Mo Bei's pupils contracted as he kicked a chair away. With the cushion from the stool, Ning Huan's speed of rushing over became slower. However, her forehead still knocked against the corner of the tea table, causing blood to flow out.

Han Mo Bei rushed over to hug Ning Huan. His face was expressionless, as if he was a sculpture that had been frozen.

Red liquid flowed down and covered Ning Huan's eyes. She couldn't clearly see Han Mo Bei's face, but she could hear his trembling voice, repeatedly questioning her.

He said, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why did you put me in such a helpless situation time and time again?"

"The last time you committed suicide, you almost took my life. Did you know that?"

"You want to leave? My heart repeatedly tells me that I can't let you go, but I'm afraid that if something happens to you, even if I have to force myself, I'll still let you go."

"You went back to C Nation and became a Duchess, and I was so jealous that I almost killed someone, but I was afraid that if I took you back, you would want to live again, so I put up with it."

"For your life, I let you go. I even made plans for my child to call someone else 'father'."

"But what have you done?"

"You don't care about your life. You hurt yourself again and again."

"Ning Huan, why are you doing this to me? "Why do you have to drive me crazy?"

"Ning Huan, I don't know whether to love you or hate you anymore."

The last thing Ning Huan heard before she fainted was: I don't know whether I should love you or hate you. These words echoed nonstop in her mind. Ning Huan felt as if a huge crack had appeared in her frozen heart. She could feel waves of throbbing pain all over her body.

However, she clearly knew that she wasn't the only one in pain. As much as she was in pain, Han Mo Bei was in pain. If she was in pain, she could even use suicide to resist, but what about Han Mo Bei? His pain could only be hidden in his heart. Even if his heart was slowed down again and again, he could only hide and heal by himself.

She was wrong. In fact, the person who had always been restricted by her will was not Han Mo Bei, but rather she, Ning Huanhuan. It was because she had always held a grudge against the previous generation in her heart and had never let it go.

She had always been the one at fault. She had stabbed countless soft knives into Han Mo Bei's heart, but she never thought that he would also feel pain.

The charming madam looked at Ning Huan, whose forehead was bleeding. Her eyes were still as cold as ever. She sneered and said, "You really refuse a toast only to be punished with wine."

Han Mo Bei's eyes turned blood-red as he stood up. He raised his gun and said to the charming lady, "Go to hell!"

The charming madam didn't panic in the slightest when she saw Han Mo Bei lose control of himself. She pointed the gun at Ning Huan and said, "I'll send her to hell right now!"

Madam Mei did not hesitate to fire her gun as bullets flew out from the black muzzle towards the top of Ning Huan's head.

Han Mo Bei didn't have any time to react and could only bend his body out of instinct before he tightly hugged Ning Huan to his chest.

The bullet entered his back and instantly dyed his white shirt red. He groaned and fainted.

Ning Huanhuan's mind suddenly cleared up. She felt something heavy pressing down on her body. Her dress seemed to have gotten wet as well, as if warm liquid was continuously gushing out of it.

The tip of her nose was wrapped in a thick smell of blood. Ning Huan struggled to open her eyes, but all she could see was a patch of bright red, and she could no longer feel the blood on her forehead. She stretched out her hand to wipe the blood off her eyes before she saw Han Mo Bei pressing down on her.