Prince: Your Princess is Exposed/C2 Truly a Piece of Trash
+ Add to Library
Prince: Your Princess is Exposed/C2 Truly a Piece of Trash
+ Add to Library

C2 Truly a Piece of Trash

Three years later, Minister's Mansion Ancestral Hall.

Nian Qingci arranged the offerings and plates of fruits one by one. She knelt on the prayer mat, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped down her parents' memorial tablets.

As he wiped them away, his tears began to fall.

His voice was muffled as he said, "Father, mother, today is the day of your sacrifice. Your daughter has come to visit you." I also brought you all the snacks that you usually like to eat. "

Nian Qingci lowered her head slightly. Her long hair fell down to her left side, covering her entire face and also covering the terrifying scar on it.

The ancestral hall was silent, as if only her voice could be heard.

Nian Qingci wiped the spirit tablet clean and carefully placed it in the distance.

He lightly pressed his forehead against it, as if he could still feel the remnant warmth belonging to his parents.

His heart was filled with despair.

Father, mother.

Your daughter is unfilial, and you have been sleeping underground for three years.

She endured the humiliation, living a life without fear in this Minister's Mansion, hibernating for three years.

Now, the chance had finally come …

Nian Qingci suddenly opened her eyes with a calm expression. Her eyes were clear and bright, with a readied hatred hidden within.

Just as she was deep in thought, there was a creaking sound as the ancestral hall's door was suddenly pushed open.

A strong fragrance drifted into Nian Qingci's nose along with the wind.

Nian Qingci could no longer hold it in and sneezed softly.

When he raised his head again, his expression had turned wooden, and he was staring blankly at the incoming person.

Jiang Wanrou looked at Nian Qingci's expression and sneered disdainfully. "I was wondering why I couldn't find my sister anywhere. So she was here to pay her respects to uncle and aunt."

"Yeah." Nian Qingci didn't deny it, but obediently admitted it.

Jiang Wanrou snorted coldly. She reached out her hand to grab a piece of dessert from the altar, but instead, she "accidentally" flipped over a row of fruit plates and pastries on her sleeve.

Clang! Clang! Clang! All of them fell to the ground.

"Ya!" Jiang Wanrou pretended to be frightened by the scene and suddenly jumped. Her elbow touched the spirit tablet, and there was a "clang" sound.

The two spirit tablets that Nian Qingci had just cleaned fell to the ground.

Nian Qingci immediately stood up and knelt on the ground. She carefully picked up the spirit tablet.

A small crack appeared in the corner.

Jiang Wanrou called out from behind her, "Elder sister, I'm really sorry. I was too careless."

"I'm fine." However, Nian Qingci didn't seem to be angry. She took out a handkerchief from her chest pocket and gently wiped off the stains on the spirit tablet.

Then he carefully put it back.

Jiang Wanrou looked at Nian Qingci in disdain.

What a piece of trash.

Since three years ago, Nian Qingci had not only lost her looks, but she had also become somewhat stupefied and dazed.

No matter how much she humiliated him, there wasn't much of a reaction.

Jiang Wanrou punched the cotton ball again, turned around, and left after making a fool of herself.

He didn't notice that Nian Qingci, who was behind him, had pinched the spirit tablet until it was white on the tip of her fingers …

— —

Nian Qingci stayed in the ancestral hall until night.

It wasn't until the moon rose that she packed her things and prepared to go back.

However, just as she reached the backyard, a silver light flashed in front of her eyes.

Nian Qingci's expression turned serious as she hurriedly turned to the side and slashed her left arm with her sharp blade.

A thick smell of blood came over them.

Nian Qingci did not dare delay any longer. She took out a silver needle from the tip of her right hand and threw it in the direction of the man in black's wrist.

The man in black struggled, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

Report
Share
Comments
|
Setting
Background
Font
18
Nunito
Merriweather
Libre Baskerville
Gentium Book Basic
Roboto
Rubik
Nunito
Page with
1000
Line-Height