Revenge

Night fell.

The hot spring's steam washed away the exhaustion of the entire day.

Yang Cheng stood before the mirror in the room, rolled her wrists, then turned her neck, producing two crisp cracking sounds.

The person in the mirror had a sharp gaze and was brimming with fighting spirit.

Excellent.

She was in peak condition.

This morning, she had faced a full day of simulated combat at full strength, barely even breaking a sweat.

But what about a certain Lady Thousand Blades? At that very moment, she was soaking in the hot spring with her body completely drained, nearly falling asleep.

Who was the big king, and who was the little king—

Tonight, they would settle it once and for all.

The bathroom door clicked open.

Chen Qianqian walked out, drying her hair. Wisps of steam still clung to her strands, and her whole body carried the hot, fragrant scent of the spring.

She was utterly exhausted today, and even her eyelids were fighting to stay open.

Right now, all she wanted was to hurry back to bed and collapse.

"Why aren't you asleep yet..."

she asked with a yawn.

Then she saw Yang Cheng standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, looking down at her from above.

"Chen Qianqian."

Yang Cheng spoke, her voice low and her presence fully unleashed.

"Do you still remember what happened last night?"

Chen Qianqian's hand stopped as she dried her hair.

Last night.

At the hot spring, she had gotten a little jealous and, relying on Yang Cheng not daring to fight back too fiercely in the water, bullied her a little.

She had never expected Yang Cheng to remember it until now.

"You're still holding a grudge?"

"Of course!"

A cold smile hung at the corners of Yang Cheng's