I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 201 Let's Do It, My Dear Sister

She tucked a strand of hair with one finger, waved a round fan in the other, and smiled with pursed lips.

Even if Zhongli Yueluo were incredibly dense, she could still understand what they were saying.

"Sister, what are you doing? I'm your little sister!"

"It's precisely because you're my sister that I'm doing this!" She laughed almost maniacally!

Zhongli Yueluo felt as if she were being pricked by needles. How could that kind and gentle older sister have turned into this?

She looked around again but didn't see Gongshu Liang: "Sister, does Brother Liang know that you're doing this?"

"He's too slow in doing things, in the end I always have to do it myself. And you, you're such a fool!"

Her purple eyes flashed with a fierce light, sending chills down Zhongli Yueluo's spine. She struggled, but couldn't break free.

In contrast, Yan Ruoyu was too calm, and she didn't like that composed expression.

A maidservant handed her a dagger, and Zhong Liyu plunged it into Yan Ruoyu's forearm without blinking.

Yan Ruoyu gritted his teeth and endured it; this little bit of physical pain was nothing to him.

But then they heard Zhongli Yuelu scream "Ah!"

She was a pampered young lady who had been raised in seclusion for thousands of years.

How could she endure such pain? The dagger hadn't even cut her, yet she was turning deathly pale from the pain!

"Sister, why did you do this?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you more. We have to get the fang horn, do you understand?"

Zhongli Yueluo's eyes were brimming with tears. She understood, but what she didn't understand was why it had to be Yan Ruoyu's?

"With the map, we can go to East Demon Mountain, why does it have to be him!"

Zhongli Yueluo's nose twitched, and tears streamed down her face.

"Because he is the young lord of the Zhen clan, the next Demon Lord of the Eastern Demon Mountain, he cannot live."

Zhong Liyu's words were quite straightforward, meaning he had no intention of letting Yan Ruoyu live.

"What a clever scheme. I suppose the two young lords, Feng and Ling, are just as calculating..."

Yan Ruoyu's lips curled into a cold smile, using this seemingly harmless princess to win their hearts.

The selection of a spouse from the very beginning was a trap, leading them step by step into it.

"If you're unwilling to hand it over, that's fine too. You two can just slowly be tortured to death here."

She no longer pretended to be a good older sister, because she was certain that Yan Ruoyu couldn't bear to see Zhongli Yueluo in pain.

She pulled out the dagger and plunged it into his upper arm, then slowly slid it down, tearing flesh apart.

Then it pierced his collarbone and ribs, blood flowing onto her hands, her eyes filled with only excitement.

Yan Ruoyu remained silent, while Zhongli Yueluo's cries continued unabated; she was in so much pain that her whole body was convulsing.

His teeth had bitten his lips raw, blood dripping from his mouth; his face was pale, and his eyes were vacant.

"Young Master Yan, you are a gentleman, but she is not. I want to see whether you die first or she dies of pain first."

Zhong Liyu drew circles on his chest with the dagger in his hand, seemingly searching for the right spot to kill him with a single blow.

Zhongli Yuelu pouted, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes; perhaps it wasn't just physical pain.

Seeing such a drastic change in Zhong Liyu in just a moment was a mental blow to her.

"Sister, it hurts so much..." Zhongli Yueluo tried to wake Zhongli Yu with her pitiful appearance.

But she was wrong. Her dear sister had always had this kind of face.

"Oh, little sister, does it hurt? You can only beg Yan Shaojun for help, since your older sister can't help you."

She gave a very gentle smile, but the cold light in her eyes made people tremble.

"Sister, please don't hurt Yan Ruoyu anymore!" she gritted her teeth, her mouth full of bright red blood.

"I can't agree to this!" She turned her head and plunged the dagger in her hand into his abdomen.

Blood slowly trickled from the corner of Yan Ruoyu's mouth, and her scarlet eyes turned cold.

Zhongli Yueluo broke free from the black-robed man's grasp in pain, clutching her abdomen and rolling on the ground.

"Oh, Young Master Yan, if you die, she probably won't survive either."

She smiled slightly, pulled the bloodstained dagger from his body, and gently tapped his face.

"Let her go. You can have whatever you want."

As soon as Yan Ruoyu opened her mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The once dashing young lord now appears broken and devastated.

"Oh dear, how pitiful! If only this had been done earlier, my dear sister wouldn't have had to suffer."

She took out a pale white silk handkerchief and wiped the blood-stained dagger, her eyes narrowed as she waited for his next move.

Yan Ruoyu closed her eyes, and a faint glow flowed from the red heart on her forehead. Zhong Liyu smiled.

Once they obtain the foot of the monstrous claw, they can immediately break through the barrier of the Northern Demon Mountain, and the unification of the Demon Realm will not be far away.

Zhong Liuyueluo's eyes were bloodshot, and her hands were gripping the ground, as if something inside her was collapsing.

Why? Why? They all die the moment they've even started to build a rapport!

Were her sister and Gongshu Liang really acting in her best interest? What about all the injuries she suffered?

I don't know where I got the courage, but I shouted, "No!"

Zhong Liyu glanced at her sideways as if she were an ant.

They ignored her because she was no longer of any use to them.

"Sister! No!"

"My dear sister, don't you want to stand beside your handsome brother and become the most admired woman in the entire demon realm?"

She paused, thinking, but seeing Yan Ruoyu's appearance, she changed her mind.

"Sister, please, don't hurt him! You want the horn of the Zhen clan, but I can find you something else!"

“Your pleas are useless.” Zhong Liyu’s eyes were full of mockery.

Just as Yan Ruoyu's sinister side was about to be revealed, Zhongli Yuelu endured the pain and got up from the ground.

No one paid any attention to her, so she rushed in two steps to block Yan Ruoyu.

"I am a princess, and I will not allow you to touch him!"

"That's hilarious!" Zhong Liyu grabbed her chin and looked at her coldly.

But she was very stubborn and wouldn't budge. She clicked her tongue and said, "I didn't want to use this trick, you asked for it."

Her eyes seemed to devour her own, and as her emotions gradually calmed down, Zhong Liyu handed her the dagger.

"Good sister, let's get started!"

Fox magic again!

"Princess! Wake up!" Yan Ruoyu panicked too.

Her eyes were vacant, and the dagger in her hand was held vertically, about to fall on his chest.

But tears kept welling up in her eyes, perhaps because her soul was sealed away somewhere.

"Princess!" Yan Ruoyu called out incoherently as blood gushed from her mouth.

He called out again and again, but no one responded.

Zhong Liyu laughed heartily; she enjoyed watching this scene of infighting.

She enjoyed the feeling of having everyone under her thumb.

She leaned close to Zhongli Yueluo's ear: "Do it, my dear sister!"