After all, her existence was also due to her own genes, making her a special life form.
Alas, Li Yun'er did not know how to cherish it.
"Meng Jingwei, you... you have such audacity to try and kill me in the Hidden Clan's royal palace. Are you showing contempt for the Hidden Lord?" Li Yun'er clutched her left hand, a chopstick still stuck in her palm. Crimson blood trickled down the chopstick, pain making her face pale and her body tremble uncontrollably.
Hatred surged in her heart; she wished she could pounce on Meng Jingwei, tear out her tendons, and drink her blood, but even that wouldn't quench the burning hatred.
However, this was the Hidden Clan, and they wouldn't tolerate her recklessness.
"You're about to die, and you're still concerned about where you'll be buried." She let out a sinister, cold laugh. "But... knowing where you'll be buried before you die might offer some peace in death."
With that, Meng Jingwei took a step towards Li Yun'er...
The atmosphere became taut and charged at that moment, with the Xiao Cheng couple, Anthony, Song Jun, and He Ka Lingchuan all observing from the sidelines.
Anthony had secretly conspired with Li Yun'er but couldn't openly take sides, lest he expose himself.
"As long as I'm here, you can't touch her," Han Junyan said, blocking Li Yun'er.
Looking at the man before her, as gentle and refined as ever, his face overlapped with his image from years ago.
Everything seemed unchanged, yet everything had also changed.
Meng Jingwei's red lips curled into a faint, indifferent smile. "Then try."
As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, grasped another chopstick from the low table, and simultaneously delivered a swift kick to Han Junyan...
Han Junyan hadn't expected Meng Jingwei to actually resort to violence. While he blamed Li Yun'er for her predicament, he still had to protect her.
He dodged Meng Jingwei's attack with a sidestep, only to see her chopstick-wielding hand thrust towards his face. He retreated several steps, but Meng Jingwei changed her attack, lunging at Li Yun'er again.
"Ah, Han Junyan, save... save me..." Li Yun'er cried out in terror, her face ashen.
During her absence, she had practiced martial arts, but her meager skills were mere child's play to Meng Jingwei, utterly useless.
Coupled with her injury, her reactions were sluggish.
He Ka Lingchuan remained seated, sipping his wine and watching Meng Jingwei, feeling increasingly amazed by her time and again.
He Ka Lingchuan found all women appealing, regardless of their physique, as long as they were outstanding. His liking for Meng Jingwei was merely superficial, a man's physiological pursuit of a woman.
"Sleek, look. The one she truly loves is still her deceased husband," Antina said to Xiao Cheng, taking advantage of the heated confrontation.
She hoped Xiao Cheng would realize that Meng Jingwei had always loved only Qing Muye.
Even with Qing Muye dead, he still had no chance!
"Li Yun'er deserves to die."
Xiao Cheng finished the remaining half of his wine in one gulp, placed the cup heavily on the table, and prepared to move against Han Junyan.
But at that very moment, 'Iron Pillar' had already stepped forward, attacking Han Junyan.
Qing Muye's martial prowess far surpassed Han Junyan's, but to conceal his strength, he deliberately slowed his movements, making himself appear clumsy. Nevertheless, he successfully restrained Han Junyan.
Seeing Qing Muye make his move, Meng Jingwei felt a surge of relief.
She subtly turned her head, her cool gaze falling on Li Yun'er, her right hand grasping the chopstick and spinning it between her fingers. "What goes around comes around. Li Yun'er, I gave you a chance."
"Meng... Meng Jingwei, you can't kill me. This is the Hidden Clan, you can't... you can't kill me..."
Li Yun'er's face was deathly pale as she stumbled backward, instinctively shouting, "Han Junyan, save me, sob sob... She, she's going to kill me..."
Despite her pleas, Han Junyan and 'Iron Pillar' were locked in a fierce battle, unable to attend to her.