C35 Grow up in blood

Everyone looked at her in horror. Didn't they say that the young miss of the Duke of Zhenguo Palace was weak and incompetent?

They thought it was just a joke. However, one after the other, screams of agony after another suddenly sounded out, and the two concubines called Leng Qiu pulled out the tongues of more than a dozen people and dyed the ground red with their blood.

The bloody scene immediately made a few timid servant girls scream, and they immediately covered their mouths, looking at Murong Ling who was above in fear, afraid that their tongues would be pulled out too.

Looking at the bloody scene, not only was she not as disgusted, frightened or disgusted as the other female members of the clan. On the contrary, she seemed to be used to such a scene, so it would be more accurate to say that she was not afraid.

To be able to kill people cleanly and also endure the pain of being cut down to the marrow, this woman was ruthless to others and even more ruthless to herself.

He could not help but ask, "Princess, aren't you afraid?"

It was only then that Murong Ling remembered that there was another mentally challenged Prince Qin sitting beside him. However, seeing that his expression was normal and he did not seem to be frightened, he was a little surprised, but he did not think too much and casually said, "The strong preys on the weak."

From the moment she inherited the clan's cultivation method, Murong Ling knew the responsibility that she had. The cultivation method that no one had been able to learn for the past hundred years, had finally been lifted from her hands. This meant that she was walking on a path that no one had ever walked on before.

The first half of her life, she grew up in blood.

Li Cangmin was startled, at that moment, he seemed to have seen a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood and bones in the woman's eyes. He covered the strange look in his eyes as his heart was in turmoil. This kind of aura was not something that an ordinary family could cultivate.

Murong Ling, just who are you, and what is your purpose for coming to his side!

Murong Ling did not know that her identity had once again been suspected, and she continued with her unfinished business.

At this moment, the servants were all silent, their eyes filled with fear and reverence. Her gaze swept past them and landed on the few women in front.

They were dressed extravagantly and surrounded by red hairpins. Their appearances were even higher than that of ordinary servants. There was no need to ask as one could tell that these were likely concubines that had been stuffed into the prince's mansion.

They just didn't know who was behind them.

She tapped the handle of the wooden chair with her finger. This was her subconscious action as she thought about it. A deep thumping sound fell into the ears of her maids, causing them to tremble with fear.

After taking care of the servants, the wangfei was going to cut them apart again.

Sure enough, he heard the cold female voice ask, "Why did you want to meet this consort just now?"

What could they do if they came in droves? They were obviously here to cause trouble. Before, they could be considered the lords of the manor. But now, a superior had appeared in the sky, and his reputation wasn't too good either, so they wanted to bully him together.

He didn't expect that trouble would come looking for them before they found trouble with the legendary cowardly wangfei.

Seeing their uneasy expressions, Murong Ling ridiculed them. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong was indeed a bad habit of humans. She hadn't even done anything, yet the group of people had already become cowardly.

"Since you guys aren't speaking, then this concubine will come and greet you. Who were those who were playing hide-and-seek with the prince the day before yesterday?"