Chapter 119: The Strategy of Provocation

The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

But the golden-eyed beauty didn’t see it that way. She stared at Yun Qingxue, her killing intent unwavering.

“Whether you’re willing or not, you must die!”

This was utterly unreasonable! Yun Qingxue’s expression turned cold as well. It was clear the other party had no intention of negotiating properly.

“On what grounds?” Yun Qingxue’s smile faded, her eyes icy. Ever since Zhou Dao’s betrayal, she hadn’t had a single peaceful day. Even after crossing into this foreign world, people kept scheming against her—either wanting her dead or seeking to control her like a puppet.

This kind of life was truly exhausting! Whether in her past life or the beginning of this one, all she had ever wanted was a stable, simple, and peaceful existence.

Yet it seemed fate had denied her that very simplicity and tranquility!

“Because you’re the Flower King!” The girl didn’t immediately attack Yun Qingxue again, and her tone even carried a hint of helplessness and guilt.

“Whether you’re willing or not, the fact remains that the scoundrel Cang Yan intends to marry you! He wants to control you to annex the Flora Tribe, coerce the Avian Clan, and step by step realize his ambitions! And I—even if it costs me my life—will never let him succeed! So, you must die!”

As she spoke, the girl raised her hand, and a faint golden light shimmered in her palm. Dozens of golden daggers slowly materialized before her, arranged in an orderly formation. Their cold blades were precisely aimed at Yun Qingxue, who sat on the bed.

If all those daggers struck at once, there was no doubt she’d be turned into a sieve! Yun Qingxue felt a flicker of relief that the girl hadn’t attacked her like this earlier—otherwise, she’d probably already be a bloodied corpse.

“You failed to kill me when I was asleep. Now that I’m awake, do you really think a grander display will make a difference?” Yun Qingxue arched a brow. Though inwardly nervous, she feigned confidence, as if dodging the attack would be effortless.

The girl pressed her lips together, her gaze resolute. “I’ve sealed this space with a barrier. If once doesn’t work, I’ll try twice, three times! I refuse to believe you can evade me every time!”

Such stubbornness—stubborn to the point of infuriating!

“Actually, we could cooperate,” Yun Qingxue suddenly said with a faint smile.

A flicker of hesitation crossed the girl’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness. “Don’t think you can trick me!”

“What trick?” Yun Qingxue chuckled lightly. That serene, unruffled smile made the golden-eyed girl feel as though she were gazing at a noble peony swaying gracefully in the breeze—utterly composed and at ease.

That was absolutely not the demeanor of someone facing assassination! Unless… the Flower King before her was completely confident she wouldn’t be killed. If she couldn’t kill the Flower King, then her risky infiltration of the Beast King’s palace tonight would be for nothing.

Cang Yan’s schemes would still succeed, and the agony of watching her enemy grow stronger step by step was unbearable.

The stronger her enemy became, the slimmer her chances of revenge.

“We can cooperate!” Yun Qingxue seized the moment, repeating her offer.

The golden-eyed girl hesitated. The daggers surrounding her dimmed slightly, growing translucent. Her expression conflicted as she frowned at Yun Qingxue. “How?”

Yun Qingxue smiled faintly again. “I never wanted to marry Cang Yan, but circumstances forced my hand. To be honest, I’ve been planning an escape from the Beast Clan all this time. Everything is ready—all I need is the final push.”

“What push?” the girl asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

Yun Qingxue studied her, then pointed a slender finger at her. “You.”

Without waiting for a response, she continued, “Tonight, Cang Yan is hosting a banquet to welcome the Avian King and the Dragon King. All three drank heavily. You didn’t come to assassinate me earlier or later—you chose this exact moment. That means you must have an insider in the Beast King’s palace, right?”

The golden-eyed girl’s expression shifted, but she pressed her lips tightly together. “What do you want?”

Yun Qingxue met her gaze calmly. “Have your insider assist me.”

“And if I refuse?” The girl lifted her chin defiantly.

Yun Qingxue chuckled. “You saw it yourself—you can’t kill me. Every time you attack, I can deflect or even rebound it back at you. So, if you don’t want me to marry Cang Yan, your only choice is to help me!”

“But…” The girl wavered, uncertainty clouding her features.

Yun Qingxue didn’t press her, merely sitting there with an air of leisure, as if indifferent to whether the girl would agree.

“How confident are you in escaping?”

After a pause, the golden-eyed girl seemed to reach a decision.

“I told you—everything is ready except the final push. If you play your part well, I guarantee I won’t be the bride at Cang Yan’s wedding.”

“How do I help? Do you need my people to smuggle you out of the Beast King’s palace? I don’t have many insiders here—getting you out won’t be easy,” the girl mused.