Empress’ Game: Make-up Master Chapter 13 - A Proper Slap Should Be Done With Both Hands

Wu Sheyue stared at Nanny Jin’s hand and said innocently,

“Nanny Jin, look at you, holding onto him and refusing to let go. Could it be that you’re the one secretly in love with the Eighth Prince?”

The moment Xin Zhi heard that, disgust surged through him. He immediately flung Nanny Jin away with a violent wave of his hand.

This old hag was actually still grabbing him?!

Nanny Jin stumbled back several steps before barely steadying herself. But the sudden movement pulled painfully at her waist, making her grimace. She desperately wanted to slap Wu Sheyue across the face like she used to, but somehow Wu Sheyue had suddenly become sharp-tongued and difficult to handle. And in front of so many people, she still had to maintain the appearance of a humble servant.

“Third Miss mustn’t speak nonsense!” Nanny Jin took a deep breath and endured the humiliation. “This old servant only thinks the engagement was not easily obtained back then. I’m advising you for your own good!”

The crowd nearby was just beginning to reveal expressions of eager gossip when Wu Sheyue abruptly cut her off.

“You really think I’m actually stupid? Pretending for all these years should’ve been enough by now, shouldn’t it?”

Nanny Jin nearly blacked out on the spot. Her heart felt like it was about to fail.

That single sentence was disastrous!

If people heard it, it would sound like the Chancellors’ Estate had been abusing a concubine-born daughter. And if the Chancellors’ political enemies used it against him—

“T-Third Miss, what are you talking about?!”

“What did I say?” Wu Sheyue smiled mockingly. “The Eighth Prince already made it perfectly clear in front of everyone that this little girl is far too crude to appear in elegant company. And honestly, I have no feelings for the Eighth Prince either. Since he came to break the engagement, if I stubbornly refused, wouldn’t that just make things difficult for him?”

Her smile turned even more sarcastic.

“Besides, the Eighth Prince hasn’t said he plans to go back on his word, right~?”

Xin Zhi felt unbearably awkward.

The word “yes” was already at the tip of his tongue, yet he simply couldn’t say it.

Because this Third Miss was far prettier and far more interesting than the cold and aloof eldest daughter. Thinking about how this delicious piece of meat had practically reached his mouth only to escape made his heart itch unbearably.

“Well… if you don’t want to, we can still discu—”

“Oh, I’m perfectly willing~ Helping lovers fulfill their wishes is something anyone would gladly do.”

One glance was enough for Wu Sheyue to tell Xin Zhi was a lustful fool.

Although the seduction techniques she trained in previously had never worked very well, that was probably because her original appearance had been lacking. Now, however… she could still attempt one final test.

Wu Sheyue turned toward Ning’er.

“There’s nothing left for us here. Shall we head back…?”

Standing beside her, Ning’er was practically trembling with excitement. Although she worried about what would happen to her mistress afterward, the current scene was unbelievably satisfying.

But Ning’er had no idea the truly satisfying part was still to come.

“Hey? Wait!”

The moment Xin Zhi heard Wu Sheyue wanted to leave, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed her left arm.

Wu Sheyue had been waiting for exactly this.

Her right sleeve flicked upward, hiding her hand as she reached over to pry at Xin Zhi’s fingers. Catching hold of one finger, she viciously bent it backward toward the back of his hand.

Xin Zhi distinctly heard a loud crack from his finger.

Tears nearly shot out of his eyes.

He roared in pain, yet Wu Sheyue’s grip was terrifyingly strong, leaving him too afraid to yank his hand free forcefully.

With the sleeve blocking everyone’s view, the crowd only saw Xin Zhi suddenly screaming like a madman. Nobody could tell what was happening.

Some even began wondering if the Eighth Prince himself had some kind of mental illness, considering how repeatedly he changed his mind.

While Xin Zhi shouted, Wu Sheyue also cried out loudly,

“Let go of me! Let go!”

At the same time, she continued viciously twisting his finger.

Seeing the two suddenly screaming and struggling together, Ning’er genuinely believed Wu Sheyue was being attacked and immediately rushed forward, wildly pounding at Xin Zhi.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

The moment Nanny Jin saw this, her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed against a nearby maid.

It was over.

An unmarried young lady publicly pulling and tugging with a man in the street—

The Chancellor’s Estate’s reputation was finished…

Xin Zhi was in so much pain that he completely lost control. Without thinking, he raised his hand to strike Ning’er.

Wu Sheyue instantly recognized the movement as that of someone trained in martial arts. She hadn’t expected Xin Zhi—who looked like he indulged excessively in wine and women—to actually know martial arts.

Alarmed, she hurriedly released his finger.

The moment Xin Zhi regained freedom, he immediately checked his hand.

His right middle finger was bent backward at a horrifying angle. He couldn’t tell whether it was broken or merely dislocated. His eyes reddened instantly as he turned and roared furiously,

“Are you all blind?! Grab her for me!”

Only then did the guards finally snap out of their daze and surround them.

Wu Sheyue suddenly became genuinely nervous.

If all ten of these men were skilled fighters too, then even as a professionally trained assassin from her organization, she wouldn’t escape safely.

Not to mention Ning’er was still beside her…

Although she regretted not “reading the situation” better earlier, now the only thing she could do was act pitiful and earn some sympathy first!

The moment the guards moved toward her, Wu Sheyue shoved Ning’er away to keep her out of danger. Then she turned toward the crowd and shouted fearfully,

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!”

One of the guards drew his blade and waved it threateningly, merely intending to scare her.

But Wu Sheyue noticed his weak grip immediately. She struck the side of the blade with lightning speed, knocking it off angle, then instantly closed the distance and grabbed the hilt with both hands.

The guard had obviously never intended to actually attack the chancellor’s daughter. Panicking, he shouted,

“Let go!”

But Wu Sheyue clung to the hilt and shook it wildly while crying,

“Don’t kill me!”

At that moment, from the corner of her eye, she saw Xin Zhi charging forward to grab her. His left hand formed into a claw as it struck downward with fierce momentum.

Her hands suddenly twisted the shaking blade—

And the knife wobbled directly into Xin Zhi’s palm.

The scream Xin Zhi let out this time was even more miserable than when his finger had been broken.