She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 390 - 389: Can’t Rely on Men, Can Only Rely on Yourself!

Chapter 390: Chapter 389: Can’t Rely on Men, Can Only Rely on Yourself!

"Really?" Song Ning lay weakly on the soft couch, in the sweltering heat of summer, still wrapped in a layer of quilt which was a far cry from the state of aggression and pride she exhibited when she bullied Shen Shuyun that day.

At this moment, she listened to a woman kneeling on the ground, reporting back to her, and her eyes suddenly sparkled with a bright light.

"Yan Wanqing is really dead?" she asked skeptically, repeating her question.

That woman, with her ragged clothes and weary from travel, was none other than the captured cook.

Now she was drenched in sweat, reeking faintly of body odor after several days of relentless effort.

"Yes, miss," the cook stuttered, her gaze drifting constantly towards the maid who was serving Song Ning, her own daughter.

Watching her daughter kneel on the ground, massaging Song Ning’s wrist, a tear gleamed in her eye.

Song Ning, hearing the cook’s words, couldn’t help but curl her lips into a broad smile, "As long as the information is true, you have made a great contribution to the entire Divine Church of Light. The Sect Hierarch will reward you handsomely!"

"What about the thing you promised me before, miss..." the cook hesitated.

The Sect Hierarch was not Song Ning; she did not have as many torturous schemes, and being elusive as a dragon, if only her daughter could get the chance to leave Song Ning’s side, she must take her daughter and leave the Divine Church of Light!

Song Ning’s eyes shimmered with a cunning light, and she raised her slender, almost translucent hand to cover her mouth as she softly coughed.

"Of course I’ll honor our agreement. Don’t worry. Once my people confirm that Yan Wanqing is indeed dead, I will make sure the matter we discussed is taken care of," assured Song Ning.

She lifted her eyelids to signal someone beside her, "Go wash yourself first; you reek." She felt sick.

She left the last three words unsaid.

A maid, with the look of a trained fighter, lifted the cook from the ground and began to lead her out.

The cook struggled helplessly, reaching out towards her daughter.

"Miss! You promised me!" she protested. This was not taking her to bathe; this was silencing her forever, sending her on the road to the underworld!

The cook’s daughter also realized the danger and immediately lunged towards her mother, but before she had taken more than a few steps, she froze in place, her eyes filled with fear and surprise.

Behind her stood Song Ning, who had risen without anyone noticing, holding a dagger that was plunged straight into the maid’s back.

Tears filled the maid’s eyes as she reached out her hands towards the cook, "Mother..."

Before she could finish, Song Ning violently yanked out the dagger. The maid clutched her bleeding stomach, blood spilling from her lips, her gaze turning dull and desolate before she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The cook’s eyes narrowed in distress, "My daughter—!"

She managed to break free in a struggle, but before she could reach her daughter, her head was already severed from her body...

Her wrinkled hands stretched forward, blood gushing from her neck and splashing all around the room.

Song Ning’s expression cooled considerably at the sight.

"Didn’t I say not to make such a fuss when killing?" she said icily.

"This servant knows her fault." The servant knelt expressionlessly on the ground, like a puppet without a will of its own.

Seeing this only infuriated Song Ning further, "Clean up the room quickly, and don’t let Brother Huaxu find out, or else you’ll be the one to answer for it!"

"Yes!"

Song Ning, seeing her still emotionless, held back her anger, "You’re just like a dead person." She was as unpleasant to look at as that dead girl who used to follow Xiao Pingfeng around, but she kept her because she was obedient and useful like a dog.

She casually draped a garment over herself, intending to go to the adjacent room, but as she crossed the threshold, she heard a crack and her ankle instantly gave way.

"Miss." The quick-reacting maid promptly supported her.

Song Ning’s face was pale as she lifted her knee; her ankle was visibly floppy in the air, clearly fractured.

"This servant will help the miss to sit down, and then call the Sect Hierarch over." The maid carried Song Ning in her arms to the next room with haste and then immediately left.

When Song Huaxu arrived, Song Ning was sitting in the gloomy room with a sullen face.

Her brows were tightly furrowed as she stared at her ankle, pondering something.

Song Huaxu approached, knelt on one knee, and gently lifted her leg to rest it on his own knee.

The slender and pale ankle had deformed; in such a severe condition, it bizarrely showed no sign of bruising, resembling a chunk of ice with cracks within, presenting a state dangerously close to breaking apart.

It certainly was not the physical state someone capable of speech and thought should possess.

Song Ning stared at Song Huaxu.

"Brother Huaxu, will I die?" She did not want to die.

But Song Huaxu kept delaying in giving her a new body, and she was about to die.

With gentle care, Song Huaxu grasped her ankle, placed a bamboo splint underneath, bound it with gauze, and then covered her with a quilt, saying gently, "You won’t die, I won’t let you die."

Song Ning abruptly grabbed Song Huaxu’s hand.

"Brother Huaxu, today it’s the ankle, tomorrow it might be my head. You know the state of my body, it’s getting worse every day. Shen Shuyun has already been captured, so why don’t you—"

"Silence!" Song Huaxu’s eyes turned cold.

The words that had reached the tip of Song Ning’s tongue got stuck in her throat.

She couldn’t afford to anger Song Huaxu. If he decided to abandon her, everything would be over. She had finally received a chance to be reborn and couldn’t die again, no matter what.

With this thought, Song Ning pursed her lips, and a sickly pallor emerged on her beautiful face. She looked up at Song Huaxu, "Brother Huaxu, don’t be angry, I’m just too afraid of dying—I was barely able to come back to life and see you..."

Hearing her aggrieved voice, Song Huaxu’s expression softened slightly.

"I know you’re just too scared, but now is not the time. If we force the fusion, you will fall into a deep slumber," said Song Huaxu as he stroked her head, with a fleeting look of obsession in his eyes that quickly returned to aloofness.

He had put in so much effort just for this moment.

At all costs, he could not let his efforts be in vain.

"We have already waited for more than twenty years, what’s the hurry now? Your body can still be used, just hang on a little longer."

Song Ning obediently hugged Song Huaxu’s waist, "I’ll listen to Brother Huaxu, I know you won’t harm me."

A hint of malice flashed in her downturned eyes.

Her body was deteriorating and of course, she was desperately anxious.

The man before her seemed to be extremely caring, but he kept procrastinating over this matter.

Shen Shuyun was available to be used right away, yet he made her wait incessantly!

Could it be that he harbored feelings for Shen Shuyun that went beyond that of a master and disciple?

The more Song Ning thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Since she couldn’t rely on this man, she had to depend on herself!