The effective range of the wrist dart wasn’t very long, so it was mostly used tied to the wrist.
But it had its advantages — easy to carry and convenient to use.
The arrows flew out like raindrops, and Qi Jin’s face instantly darkened.
She didn’t care whether Qi Yunting lived or died, only hoping that even a few darts would hit Qi Yuan.
As long as Qi Yuan died.
As long as she died, Qi Jin would be the hero in front of Qi Wang!
What was the Yongping Marquis Manor?
What about the title of Yongping Marquis’s shizi’s wife, or even Marquis’s wife?
How could those compare to the honor of a Wangfei?
Not to mention, after Qi Wang was demoted to a County Prince, that was still three ranks higher than Marquis.
Many people in their lifetime could never cross even a single step difference — let alone more than a step.
She took a breath.
Then Qi Yuan, without hesitation, pushed Qi Yunting forward!
Qi Yuan actually dared to do that!
Qi Jin was stunned.
She thought she was already heartless enough.
But Qi Yuan was even more ruthless.
Knowing full well that using Qi Yunting as a human shield would cause him a terrible death, Qi Yuan still didn’t hesitate.
The darts pierced Qi Yunting’s body, and he coughed up blood painfully, staring fixedly at Qi Jin, incredulous, pointing at her.
How could this be?
Why?
He didn’t care about Qi Yuan’s actions.
Because everything was already out in the open — he never treated Qi Yuan as a sister, and she never regarded him as a brother.
They openly showed their mutual hatred.
But Qi Jin was different!
He had cared for Qi Jin wholeheartedly since childhood.
For her, he even risked defying his own father’s wishes.
He had always believed Qi Jin felt the same way.
But when Qi Yuan shoved him out as a hostage, Qi Jin didn’t hesitate at all—without a word, she pressed the switch on the wrist dart.
This stunned him completely.
Why?!
He treated Qi Jin so well!
His status as shizi to the Marquis title, his bright future, even his parents—all mattered less than Qi Jin in his heart.
But Qi Jin didn’t treat him the same!
Qi Yuan clicked her tongue, mercilessly mocking: “Young Master Qi, how useless you are. Look, your beloved sweetheart abandoned you without hesitation!”
She didn’t pity Qi Yunting’s pain.
Nor did she expect him to repent and turn over a new leaf.
People had to pay the price for their actions.
Choose what you want, and you get what you choose—clear and fair.
So in fact, Qi Yuan could have pushed Qi Yunting away and kept herself safe, but she didn’t.
Instead, she exposed Qi Yunting within the dart’s range, ruthlessly setting him and Qi Jin against each other.
She wanted to see if Qi Yunting’s love was truly so selfless that he’d willingly be killed by Qi Jin.
Obviously, Qi Yunting didn’t think so.
The moment the first dart hit, his expression changed instantly.
He clutched his shoulder, yelling hoarsely at Qi Jin: “Stop! Stop!”
But how could it be stopped?
The arrow is on the string—it must fly.
Those with weapons always have the upper hand.
Qi Jin’s face was expressionless.
She felt no pain.
What brother?
Just a powerless, empty-talking spoiled son!
What reliance?
Just a simple-minded, gilded rotten waste!
How could he deserve her?!
Perfect — using this chance, she’d kill both Qi Yunting and Qi Yuan.
Tsk tsk.
The legitimate son and daughter would all be dead in one stroke.
That’s the punishment for the Qi family abandoning her!
They deserved it!
She was so excited she suddenly got out of breath and bent over coughing.
In the end, all ten of her wrist darts hit Qi Yunting.
But none hit vital spots.
As if it were planned.
The wounds were on his shoulders, arms, and legs.
Qi Jin grew anxious.
Why?
That d*mn Qi Yuan wasn’t even scratched.
Unable to tolerate it, she suddenly pulled out the whip tied at her waist and swiftly swung it at Qi Yuan.
This whip was something she had risked everything to obtain. Poison coated the horsewhip so that once it broke skin, the toxin would seep to the bone and kill.
She smiled coldly at Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan calmly reached out and caught the whip, gripping it tightly, staring coldly at Qi Jin, forcefully resisting.
The whip was pulled tight, and Qi Jin felt a sharp pain in her chest, instinctively shouting harshly: “Lowly b*tch, let go!”
Qi Yuan smiled softly: “With you like this, you deserve to be a guard? No wonder Qi Wang lost—his subordinates are all such weaklings. What great things could he accomplish?!”
Then Qi Yuan pulled hard, and Qi Jin was suddenly forced forward, falling to the ground.
Qi Yuan released the whip, which recoiled sharply, while Qi Jin crashed forward.
She screamed uncontrollably, staring in disbelief at Qi Yuan: “How is this possible?! How?! You—you were poisoned?!”
Qi Yuan smiled, raising an eyebrow and smirking: “The tricks you’re using are leftovers I’ve long discarded. Only naive fools like you think such dirty tricks can work on me!”
She leisurely threw aside the whip, glanced at Qi Yunting on the ground, and bent down, patting his cheek with a smile: “Well? Seen clearly now? Fun, isn’t it, Young Master Qi?”
His wounds still ached faintly.
Qi Yunting felt like ants crawled all over his body—pain, fatigue, shame, anger.
Under multiple tortures, he painfully closed his eyes: “Do whatever you want—kill or maim—just don’t pretend here.”
Qi Yuan’s temper and patience were surprisingly good.
She smiled as she pulled out one dart from Qi Yunting’s shoulder, murmured “Oh,” examined the dart briefly, then chuckled: “In that case, I won’t be polite!”
Almost simultaneously, the smile vanished, and she firmly stabbed the dart into Qi Yunting’s knee.
The moment the dart pierced in, Qi Yunting felt his soul almost leave his body. Unable to control himself, he screamed out and rolled on the ground in agony.
His leg was ruined!
His leg was ruined!
It’s over. Everything is over!
