She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 398 - 397 Who is Song Ning, Who is Shen Shuyun

Shen Shuyun was fiercely slapped across the face, her head turning to one side with blood at the corner of her lips.

She reached out and gently wiped the corner of her mouth, unsurprisingly touching a smear of bright red.

"I seduced him?" Shen Shuyun chuckled lightly, lifting her head to look at Song Ning with a sort of defiance, "If you think so, then it is so. It was me who seduced your Brother Huaxu. It’s all my doing, that I’m shameless, that I have a death wish, that everything is my fault. Are you satisfied now?"

Her tone was calm, her gaze dull, and she didn’t even bother to cover the blue and purple bruises on her body.

Song Huaxu frowned slightly upon seeing this, a nearly imperceptible dark light flashing in his eyes.

Song Ning, on the other hand, was so angry that her fingers trembled.

"Bitch! Whore!" She cursed loudly, pointing at Shen Shuyun on the ground and ordered her maid, "Go, tie her up for me. I want to see just how shameless she can be!"

"That’s enough," Song Huaxu suddenly spoke up.

Before the echo of Song Ning’s angry words had dissipated, she glared with widened eyes, turning her head to look at him, "...You can’t bear it?"

"What use is this body if you torment it to ruin?" Song Huaxu spoke indifferently.

Everyone knew that Song Ning was a monster, neither human nor ghost, who suddenly crawled out from an ice coffin after being dead for years, scaring to death three maids who were cleaning the area.

In order to suppress this incident, Song Huaxu immediately sent all the maids and young servants gossiping that day into the abyss, thereby deterring everyone.

Moreover, ever since Song Ning’s resurrection, her temper had indeed worsened, and those who provoked her never ended well. Over time, everyone steered clear of her.

Song Huaxu’s words struck Song Ning like a heavy blow, instantly snapping her back to reality.

Her body was indeed declining by the day, and she sometimes didn’t dare to sleep, fearful that her soul wouldn’t return if she did.

Carrying this fear, Song Ning became more and more extreme, more and more vicious.

"...Then when does Brother Huaxu plan to give me a new body?" Song Ning calmed down and asked slowly, lifting the covers to reveal her feet.

Shen Shuyun, being close, instantly felt the cold emanating from her legs.

The legs under the hem of her dress had already frosted over.

And this was the always spring-like Divine Church of Light!

Yet, Song Ning found it insufficient. She slowly pulled up her skirt, "A few days ago, it was just my legs that were numb. Today, it’s up to my spine. It will be here soon—" She pointed to her heart.

There was a faint beat.

Only this proved she was still alive, not a walking corpse.

Song Ning stared blankly at Song Huaxu, "I’m about to die."

"Nonsense!" When Song Huaxu heard these words, his eyes clearly flared with rage, "Who do you think I’m doing all this for?!"

"It’s for yourself!" Shen Shuyun burst out loudly, "You are just satisfying your own lustful desires, Song Huaxu, you are nothing but a thorough hypocrite!"

She shouted, feeling herself unclean, her voice choked with sobs.

She never expected to be violated by Song Huaxu.

When she saw him appear in the doorway with red eyes, unlocking the shackles from her hands and feet, she even felt a trace of gratitude toward him.

But in the next second, he pinned her to the ground, his crimson eyes gleaming with malevolent light, burying all sins in her body.

It’s too disgusting...

Shen Shuyun felt a sickening urge to just die.

She was her grandfather’s most cherished and well-behaved granddaughter, his darling...

And now, how could she face her grandfather in the netherworld with a body ravaged by Song Huaxu?

Thus, in that moment, Shen Shuyun, who previously feared nothing, even death, felt a fear of dying.

"Shut up!" Song Huaxu immediately snapped, "It’s not your turn to speak here."

He anxiously looked at Song Ning, "I just became possessed by irrational furies—it was out of pure necessity. Your body is already that of a married woman’s, but hers is not. To ensure absolute security, I had no choice but to opt for this method."

For Song Huaxu, it was nothing more than a golden opportunity that had just arisen to resolve his own demon-inflicted madness and to facilitate the perfect fusion between Song Ning and Shen Shuyun.

He simply could not understand why the two women in front of him acted as if they’d gone mad.

Shen Shuyun was one matter.

And so was Song Ning.

Impatience flashed in his eyes.

"There’s a much better way; you didn’t have to do it yourself, Brother Huaxu—" Song Ning wanted to say more, but Song Huaxu raised his hand, "Stop talking. I don’t have to explain my actions to you." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

His face turned cold, "It seems I’ve been indulging you too much recently, to the point where you’ve lost all sense of reality. Stay in your courtyard until the merger of bodies is complete."

Having said that, the maid beside Song Ning immediately lowered her head, "As you command."

Was she being put under house arrest?!

Song Ning panicked.

"Brother Huaxu, you can’t do this!" She hastily tried to reach for Song Huaxu’s hem, but the maid behind her firmly controlled the wheelchair, watching helplessly as he walked away, sleeves flapping.

Only after Song Huaxu left through the secret door and had gone quite a distance did Yan Wanqing dare to let out a slight breath, slowly emerging from behind the screen.

She was no match for Song Huaxu; a direct confrontation would undoubtedly be disadvantageous, but the bandits under Hongzhao’s command were not to be trifled with. Once everyone had assembled on the mountain, it would be time for grievances to be avenged and debts settled!

For now, she had to see who was hidden in this secret chamber.

Descending the stairs, the sounds of pain grew more distinct.

She quickened her pace, and as she entered, she was met with a fierce palm strike.

Yan Wanqing didn’t even bother to look, simply dodging to the side. Her next move was to grab the opponent’s neck and, without a shred of mercy, snap it.

The maid fell limply to the ground, lifeless.

Confronted with two faces that were identical, Yan Wanqing was stunned.

Both individuals lay on the ground with their clothes in disarray.

"Which one of you is Song Ning, and which is Shen Shuyun?"

No sooner had her words fallen when both people spoke in unison, "I am Shen Shuyun!"

Speaking in chorus, they glared fiercely at each other.

Pointing at the other, they declared, "She is Song Ning!"

Neither was willing to admit they were Song Ning.

Seeing this, Yan Wanqing let out a cold laugh.

"Interesting."

They were scared of being identified as Song Ning, fearing an assassin would be sent after them.

Previously, when she had been in the garden, she had only glimpsed Song Ning sitting in the wheelchair in haste, so Yan Wanqing hadn’t memorized what clothes she had been wearing.

Now, both were disheveled and grappling with each other, which honestly made it even harder to distinguish between them.

Shen Shuyun felt terribly anxious, holding back hot tears in her eyes.

"Are you here to rescue me on behalf of the Commandery Princess?" she asked.