Get your stinking money and get lost, what makes you think you're worthy of speaking to my Great Emperor?

Smack!

The newcomer tried to run but failed, getting slapped flat against the courtyard wall. After struggling several times to no avail, she was forced to stand at attention.

Six Doors' finest flower, one of the Eight Great Constables—the "Ghost-Dread" Leng Silan.

That had been her old title. Now, there was no Six Doors' finest flower, nor were there any Eight Great Constables.

On the night of the full moon, at the Forbidden City Summit, after that battle ended, the Eight Great Constables became the Three Great Constables. Six Doors' finest flower, meanwhile, was grievously wounded and disfigured, becoming a true Ghost-Dread.

Leng Silan now wore a mask. Without it, even ghosts would grieve at the sight of her.

Only three of the Eight Great Constables remained, and that had little to do with Xiang Yuan—it was Zhao Haoran's handiwork. As for Leng Silan becoming Ghost-Dread, that was related to Xiang Yuan...

Xiang Yuan maintained that it was Cold Blood's fault. That guy had absolutely no idea how to cherish a delicate flower. The moment he arrived, he gave Leng Silan three cuts and six holes, hacking a perfectly good icy beauty into a blur of blood and flesh.

Fine, he had cut her—but then he had gone for her face. And even that would have been one thing, except he had used the badly wounded Leng Silan as a hostage, repeatedly acting to snatch Great Restoration pills and causing her to miss the golden window for treatment.

After that battle, Leng Silan had directly switched to a mummy look. Other than her eyes, every inch of her body was wrapped in bandages.

Of course, Xiang Yuan said it was not entirely Cold Blood's fault. They could not dump every shit pot on his head. Palu also had to...

Pah,