She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 399 - 398: Filthy Things Must Be Burned Clean

Yan Wanqing, in disguise, was momentarily unrecognizable to Shen Shuyun, but she was certain that the young man before her was there to save her.

Next to her, Song Ning felt a chill run down her spine when she saw the young man snap her maid’s neck with one hand.

She, more than anyone else, did not want to die.

Yan Wanqing narrowed her eyes at the two of them.

Then she spoke, "Take off your tops."

Shen Shuyun was momentarily stunned, her hands clasping a thin layer of her clothing in front of her, about to make a move, when Song Ning cursed loudly, "You debauched scoundrel!"

What kind of reasoning was it to demand a young lady to remove her clothes upon arrival?

Even though this body didn’t belong to her, Song Ning still found it utterly unreasonable, especially in the presence of his mustache, which at this moment she found particularly loathsome.

Shen Shuyun glanced sideways, and in the face of Song Ning’s horrified gaze, without any hesitation, she tore off her clothes.

Exposing her body to the air.

The next second, Yan Wanqing lifted her hand, and the clothes that had fallen to the ground were promptly wrapped back around Shen Shuyun.

"That will be all," she beckoned to Shen Shuyun, "Come here."

Just as Shen Shuyun was about to step forward, Song Ning fiercely grabbed her arm.

At that moment, with a somber look, Song Ning stared at the disguised Yan Wanqing, "Why are you only calling for her?"

Feeling uneasy, she gripped Shen Shuyun’s hand so tightly that her nails dug into the flesh, causing Shen Shuyun to gasp in pain.

Now, without her maid’s assistance, Song Ning was nothing more than a fragile vase of beauty, and Shen Shuyun was unwilling to tolerate it any further. She fiercely raised her hand and gave a push, saying, "Get lost! Imposter!"

Song Ning, already unable to control her body, now tumbled over, lying on the ground completely immobilized.

Yan Wanqing didn’t look at her again, took off the outer garment she was wearing, and handed it to Shen Shuyun, "Get dressed, I’ll wait for you outside." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Now alone in the room, Shen Shuyun didn’t choose Yan Wanqing’s clothing but instead walked over to Song Ning. She pulled the hairpin from her bun and placed it in her own hair, took off the jewelry she was wearing, and, finally, stripped her of her clothes to wear herself.

"You wretch, what do you think you’re doing?!"

Song Ning was terrified.

With a smirk, Shen Shuyun revealed a cold smile, "Haven’t you always wanted my body? Well, it just so happens that I’d like to experience a day in the life of someone who’s the center of attention."

"We look so alike, do you think your Brother Huaxu could recognize you?"

Her eyes filled with hatred, the corners of her pale lips curled into a vicious smile; then she stood up, turned over the candle on the table without mercy, and knocked it over.

The candle fell onto the clothes, quickly igniting a fire.

Song Ning screamed in terror and hurled insults.

Shen Shuyun coldly watched as the flames gradually engulfed her, listening to the piercing screams by her side. It sounded like a beautiful melody to her ears.

Yan Wanqing, from above, smelled a hint of burning, and just as she was about to go down, she saw a refined and elegant woman, pushing a wheelchair up.

"There’s no need to go down," said Shen Shuyun calmly as she positioned the wheelchair well, then compliantly sat down, straightened her clothes, and looked up at Yan Wanqing, "Someone like her, burning to death, got what she deserved."

"I’ve heard that fire can purge all the impurities of the world, and for someone like her, neither human nor ghost, it’s the most fitting end."

Shen Shuyun finished speaking her own words, her tone ice-cold, yet tears unbidden streamed from the corners of her eyes.

Song Ning wanted her body for rebirth, Song Huaxu used her body to resolve his deviation in cultivation; neither of them treated her as a person.

Yet, the devil who desired her body had died in the great fire, and the one who exploited her body was still alive...

How could this be?

Shen Shuyun clenched her hands tightly, her palms bearing crescent-shaped marks that whitened from the pressure.

"Was it the Commandery Princess who told you about the secret on my body? Wasn’t it?" Shen Shuyun suddenly looked up at Yan Wanqing, "I only told her that secret."

On her ribcage, there was a small, red mole—a feature that did not exist on Song Ning.

It was the only thing that could distinguish the two of them.

Yan Wanqing sighed, no longer hiding the truth, and let her voice return to its normal timbre, "It was me."

As her voice came out, Shen Shuyun became rigid. After a moment of stunned expression, her eyes reddened instantly and the tears she had held back started to flow down.

Yan Wanqing stepped forward and embraced her, "Don’t cry, I was late."

Shen Shuyun sobbed loudly, "You came, you finally came. I thought you were dead before... wuwu... I’m glad you’re still alive. Song Ning said, said you were poisoned to death by the Peacock Gall..."

Yan Wanqing patted her back with rhythmic comfort, recounted roughly all that had happened in this time to Shen Shuyun.

Upon hearing that everyone had gathered at the Divine Church of Light to rescue her, Shen Shuyun quickly wiped her tears away.

"The Divine Church of Light is easy to defend but hard to attack, and now that I am safe, why don’t we slip away quietly?" She truly did not want innocent people to lose their lives on her account.

Yan Wanqing shook her head, "The main purpose of this journey was to rescue you. Now that Song Huaxu has deviated in his cultivation, his martial strength has greatly diminished, it is a good opportunity to wipe out the Divine Church of Light in one fell swoop."

Take advantage of his illness, to take his life!

To ensure peace in the world, Song Huaxu, a demon who wishes for chaos, must die!

Seeing Yan Wanqing’s determined expression, Shen Shuyun felt reassured, "Alright, the Commandery Princess’s wish is my wish too. Count me in for killing Song Huaxu."

Yan Wanqing looked at her and chuckled softly, "From the moment you changed into these clothes and sat in this wheelchair, you had it all planned out in your heart, hadn’t you?"

Pretending to be Song Ning, she did not believe this girl didn’t have other schemes in mind.

Shen Shuyun stuck out her tongue, "It is after all the Commandery Princess who sees through what I’m thinking with just a glance." Thinking of what had just happened, she could not suppress the anger in her heart, "At this moment, there’s probably no one who wishes for Song Huaxu’s life more than I do."

Yan Wanqing had already noticed the marks on Shen Shuyun’s body when she undressed just now.

She was already pregnant, not a naive girl, and naturally knew at a glance what had happened to Shen Shuyun.

Her hatred for Song Huaxu grew even more.

Only, she was accustomed to hiding her emotions in front of others and did not show it.

"In that case, I will have to trouble the Commandery Princess to push my wheelchair." Having understood the entire plan, Shen Shuyun playfully looked at Yan Wanqing and spoke.

Yan Wanqing smiled wryly, moved behind her, pressed one hand on the wheelchair, and with the other hand, she closed the door to the secret room, completely sealing the raging fire inside.

But everyone knew that the fire was far from being extinguished.