Jing Feng looked over and saw Wen Shuang'er take out a porcelain bottle and secretly sprinkle all the powder inside onto Wen Ke's body.
Meanwhile, Liu Yu, standing nearby, frowned at Wen Ke without noticing her actions.
"No way! Do you really think we're blind? In broad daylight, under the clear sky, you dare to poison someone right in front of us?"
Jing Feng's temper flared. He should have chopped off her head just now!
He was about to rush forward angrily but was stopped by Bai Ran. "Wait a moment."
The Wen family patriarch's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was gentle. "Do you still like Liu Yu? He has come to propose to Shuang'er."
Wen Ke shook her head without hesitation. "From tomorrow on, I will transfer him to another military camp. I will have nothing to do with him anymore."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yu's expression darkened, and his heart felt inexplicably empty.
She no longer liked him and wanted to transfer him to another camp? How could this be?
Wen Shuang'er's eyes glinted with ice. After scattering the poisonous powder, she put the bottle away.
"Ke'er!" A gasp of alarm. Wen Ke collapsed to the ground without warning, falling into a coma.
A smile curved Wen Shuang'er's lips. This poison was extremely potent from the Ninth Heaven; no one in the upper realm could find an antidote!
Bitch, how dare you treat me like this! Then don't blame me for being ruthless!
"Ke'er! Ke'er! Don't scare your father!" The Wen family patriarch scooped up Wen Ke and rushed into the house. "Hurry and find a doctor!"
Liu Yu watched them leave, his expression complex.
"No more acting?" Bai Ran walked up to Wen Shuang'er, looking at her with a half-smile.
Wen Shuang'er frowned, her demeanor completely changed from her previous gentle one. "Since she's going to die anyway, why should I continue to pretend?"
Liu Yu's eyes widened, looking at the woman before him as if she were a complete stranger. "Shuang'er...?"
He couldn't believe that the Shuang'er before him was full of resentment, completely opposite to the Wen Shuang'er he remembered.
"Are your eyes really blind?" Jing Feng, standing beside Liu Yu, couldn't help but curse.
"This woman is clearly a viper with a venomous heart, and you still see her as a pure and innocent girl?"
"Do you know why Wen Ke suddenly fainted when she was perfectly fine?"
Hearing this, Liu Yu's pupils contracted sharply. He looked at Wen Shuang'er beside him in disbelief. "It... it was you...!"
At this moment, he truly understood Wen Shuang'er and realized that everything she had done before was an act.
"Then your declaration of love for me... was it also fake...?"
Wen Shuang'er snorted coldly, her eyes filled with undisguised disdain and contempt. "If it weren't to provoke that bitch, who would even look at you?"
"Now that the bitch's fate is sealed, why should I continue to put on a disgusting act?"
As if struck by lightning, Liu Yu collapsed to the ground, utterly dejected, his face etched with despair.
No, it's impossible... Shuang'er is the gentlest woman in the world... she would never lie to me...
Seeing his state, Jing Feng felt a surge of satisfaction. "Serves you right!"
Bai Ran looked at Wen Shuang'er, raising an eyebrow. "Wen Ke's fate is sealed? Perhaps that's not for you to decide."
Wen Shuang'er met her gaze, feeling an inexplicable unease. But then she shook her head fiercely.
This poison was incurable. Even an Emperor-level Alchemist from the Ninth Heaven might not be able to solve it.
Bai Ran gave Jing Feng a look and, with a faint smile, entered the house. "Let's wait and see."
Jing Feng guarded the door, blocking Liu Yu and Wen Shuang'er from outside. A moment later, even the Wen family patriarch was chased out.
"Don't tell me that woman can cure it?"
Wen Shuang'er sneered. "A woman with nowhere to go? Aren't you afraid she'll be desperate and try anything, even hastening that bitch's death?"
"Shuang'er! How can you curse your sister like this!"
The Wen family patriarch's brows twitched violently, his anger blazing. "You've always been sensible. Why are you acting so out of character today!"
Hearing this, Wen Shuang'er also dropped all pretense and unleashed her emotions.
"Then what about you? Why did you give birth to me?" she gritted out, each word heavy with emotion.
"Clearly, that bitch causes trouble every day and is more annoying, yet you focused all your attention on her!"
"What did I get for being obedient and sensible!"
Wen Shuang'er's eyes were bloodshot, her fists clenched tightly. "You gave birth to me! That bitch is your daughter, and so am I!!!"
"If you couldn't divide your love equally, why give birth to me!!!"
Her explosive roar stunned the Wen family patriarch for a moment.
The mother of both children had died early. Wen Ke and Wen Shuang'er had been raised solely by the Wen family patriarch.
In his memory, Shuang'er never fought or competed; she was a child who gave him no trouble...
"A sensible child means not receiving enough love, is that it?"
"But I am also connected to you by blood, your own child!!!"
The Wen family patriarch's heart ached, and his figure suddenly stooped. "Shuang'er..."
Wen Shuang'er tried to calm herself but couldn't. "So, as long as that bitch dies..."
"I can take everything of hers..."
Pitiful people must have hateful aspects, and hateful people must have tragic suffering.
Jing Feng sighed, thinking how true that was.
Wen Ke's nature was like the sun, passionate and cheerful. She was a general in the eyes of the soldiers, their supreme honor.
But Wen Shuang'er was sensitive, burying her feelings deep in her heart, where they gradually accumulated.
Every day, she watched Wen Ke, so different from herself, beloved by everyone. Her heart must have been in turmoil.
As time went on, Wen Shuang'er's resentment grew heavier, and her hatred for Wen Ke built up year by year.
"By the way, what did Wen Ke do wrong to deserve such harm from you?" Jing Feng asked, puzzled.
She was innocent, but wasn't Wen Ke innocent too?
"What did she do wrong?" Wen Shuang'er's emotions gradually calmed. "Her very lack of wrongdoing was her biggest fault."
She was too perfect, like an unreachable sun, casting her own shadow into stark darkness.
With her around, Wen Shuang'er couldn't even compare. She was merely labeled as sensible.
"But with enough love... is being sensible really necessary..."
She gave a bitter smile, her appearance desolate and tragic, like an abandoned doll.
Jing Feng looked at her with confusion and slowly said, "But you're not living for others."
"Why not give yourself all the love you need? Why rely on the love of others to sustain yourself?"
"If you don't cherish yourself, how can others?"
Wen Shuang'er's eyelashes trembled, and her heart fluttered.
Fragrant flowers attract butterflies; spring brings forth vegetation. Wen Ke was the flower, the spring, while Wen Shuang'er was the butterfly, the grass and trees.
This was the fundamental difference between them. Wen Ke was loved because she naturally shone.
Wen Shuang'er was unloved because she needed to steal the light of others.