Morning.
Still chaotic.
Still embarrassing.
Still absolutely not normal.
The dining table—
Was no longer a dining table.
It was a war zone.
Bowls.
Spoons.
Tea.
Soup.
Too much soup.
Zian Hausi stared at it.
Long.
Unblinking.
…Why are there five bowls.
She counted again.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Pause.
…This is not a meal.
This is a strategy.
Shengling pushed another bowl toward her.
"…Drink."
Zian blinked.
"…No."
"…Drink."
"…No."
"…Drink."
Pause.
Zian stared at her.
…She's serious.
Very serious.
This is not a suggestion.
This is an order.
Zian picked up the spoon.
Took a slow sip.
Pause.
…It's good.
Very good.
This is how traps begin.
She put the spoon down.
Across the table—
Fiang Sheng.
Sitting calmly.
Watching her.
Again.
Always watching.
Why is he always looking.
Zian didn't look back.
Ignore him.
Ignore everything.
Drink soup.
Leave.
Simple plan.
Very simple plan.
Sterling peeked from behind the wall.
Only half his face visible.
"…Is it safe."
Huo Lou whispered behind him—
"…No."
"…Okay."
They both disappeared instantly.
Smart.
Very smart.
Zian placed the spoon down.
Enough.
She stood up.
"…I'm going out."
Silence.
Shengling froze.
"…In this condition?"
Zian blinked.
"…Yes."
"…No."
"…Yes."
"…No."
Pause.
Zian stared at her.
This again.
"…I wasn't asking."
Silence.
Shengling turned dramatically—
"…FIANG SHENG."
Zian already knew.
No.
"…Go with her."
Zian turned slowly.
"…No."
Fiang Sheng stood up anyway.
"…I'll come with you."
Silence.
The air shifted.
Zian stared at him.
Blank expression.
But inside—
No.
Absolutely not.
Never again.
Her hand lifted slightly.
Sterling whispered from the wall—
"…OH NO."
Huo Lou grabbed him—
"…IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN."
Zian didn't say anything.
Didn't argue.
Didn't explain.
She just—
Snapped.
Snap.
Silence.
Fiang Sheng—
Vanished.
Gone.
No warning.
No transition.
Just—
Gone.
Shengling blinked.
"…Where did he—"
Zian sat back down.
Picked up her tea.
Calm.
"…He's busy."
Silence.
Sterling whispered—
"…SHE DID IT AGAIN."
Huo Lou nodded slowly.
"…Same location."
"…100%."
Shengling sighed.
"…You two are impossible."
Zian drank her tea.
Problem removed.
Efficient.
Very efficient.
She stood up again.
"…I'm leaving now."
Shengling looked at her.
Suspicious.
"…Alone?"
"…Yes."
"…NO."
Pause.
Zian blinked.
"…Yes."
She turned.
Walked.
Left.
No one followed.
Because—
No one dared.
Meanwhile… The Most Unfortunate Location (Part Two)
Fiang Sheng reappeared.
Instantly.
And—
"THUD."
He paused.
Didn't move.
Didn't react.
Just stood there.
Then—
Slowly—
Looked around.
Tiles.
Bucket.
Water.
Familiar environment.
Very familiar.
Silence.
"…Again."
Pause.
She didn't even hesitate.
He looked at the floor.
Wet.
Slippery.
Dangerous.
"…She is very consistent."
He stepped forward—
Slipped slightly—
Stopped himself instantly.
Balance restored.
Dignity…
Questionable.
He walked to the door.
Opened it.
Walked out.
Calm.
Still calm.
Always calm.
"…Twice."
Pause.
"…She sent me here twice."
Silence.
"…Interesting."
Not angry.
Not annoyed.
Just—
Thinking.
Very deeply.
Back to Zian
Outside.
The air felt different.
Heavy.
Watching.
Listening.
Zian walked forward.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Her movement was slower than usual.
Slightly.
Almost unnoticeable.
But—
Still there.
Body still weak.
"…Annoying."
She stopped.
Her eyes scanned the surroundings.
Left.
Right.
Forward.
Presence detected.
Pause.
There.
A shadow shifted.
Not normal.
Not human.
Watching.
Waiting.
Zian stepped forward.
Calm.
Dangerous.
"…Come out."
Silence.
Nothing.
Then—
The shadow moved again.
Bigger.
Darker.
Closer.
And a voice echoed—
"…Your Highness…"
Silence.
Zian didn't react.
Of course.
"…You again."
Pause.
"…Speak."
The shadow lowered.
Respectful.
Careful.
"…We failed…"
Pause.
"…Your family was harmed."
Silence.
Zian's eyes changed.
Cold.
Very cold.
"…I know."
The shadow trembled slightly.
"…We await your command."
Silence.
Wind moved.
Soft.
Quiet.
Zian raised her hand slightly.
Not fully.
Just enough.
"…Investigate."
Pause.
"…Find who did it."
Silence.
The shadow lowered further.
"…As you command."
And vanished.
Gone.
Like it was never there.
Silence returned.
Heavy.
Deep.
Zian stood still.
Thinking.
Jiang Nanshu.
Pause.
You planned this.
You thought I wouldn't notice.
Pause.
You thought I wouldn't act.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Wrong.
Very wrong.
Behind her—
Footsteps.
Slow.
Steady.
Zian didn't turn.
She already knew.
"…You came back."
Fiang Sheng stopped a few steps behind her.
"…You sent me to a toilet."
Pause.
"…Twice."
Zian nodded slightly.
"…Yes."
Silence.
"…Do you have a preference," he asked calmly.
Pause.
Zian thought for a second.
…Maybe.
"…Yes."
Silence.
Fiang Sheng stared at her.
Long.
"…That's not normal."
"…You are still here."
Pause.
"…Also not normal."
Silence.
Sterling would have fainted if he heard this.
Huo Lou would have left the country.
But here—
Only two people stood.
And the air felt different.
Heavier.
More dangerous.
"…You're planning something," he said.
Zian didn't answer.
Because—
She didn't need to.
Silence itself was the answer.
Then—
"…Don't get in my way," she said.
Pause.
"…Or I'll upgrade your location."
Silence.
Fiang Sheng almost smiled.
Almost.
"…I'll take that risk."
Pause.
Zian turned slightly.
Looked at him.
Just for a second.
Then—
Turned away again.
"…Your choice."
Silence.
And somewhere—
Far away—
Someone was smiling.
Thinking they had won.
Thinking everything went according to plan.
Not knowing—
The person they targeted—
Was already moving.
Already thinking.
Already deciding.
And Zian—
Was not someone—
You get a second chance against.
Jiang Nanshu.
Pause.
You embarrassed me.
You weakened me.
You made me lose control.
Silence.
Her fingers moved slightly.
Not snapping.
Not yet.
But soon.
Very soon.
I will return it.
Ten times.
And this time—
No one—
Would be laughing. 😈🔥