I'm competing with the male lead for a woman[GL]

Chapter 157: Don't kill me, please... I beg you...

But she had shown many unpleasant sides to Xiao Jin, and she didn't often smile, yet Xiao Jin didn't feel repulsed by her.

Chu Shao reached out and covered the wound on her skin. The blood on her fingertips was warm, just like soft lips.

The sunlight was so good that she looked up and seemed to see a clear blue sky.

Chu Shao was very happy, completely submerged in warmth. She lowered her head and saw a pile of corpses scattered at her feet, lying haphazardly together like a pile of dismantled puppets.

This ominous scene affected her good mood.

Chu Shao furrowed her brows slightly and, as if throwing stones, she tossed them one by one into the river.

Watching the spreading crimson gradually drift away, Chu Shao's mood improved again. She began to consider which type of fresh flowers to buy and bring back to the palace, to cover up the scent of blood on her body.

Orchids, jasmine, or tuberoses.

Which one did Her Highness prefer?

Chu Shao's steps were brisk, as if she would soon reach the flower market, but she paused at a fork in the road.

Because right in front of her, a group of bandits was attacking a couple on a carriage.

The man and woman were already dead, and the boxes inside the carriage had fallen out, scattering gold, silver, and precious jewels all over the ground.

One of the bandits grabbed a trembling girl hiding in the corner of the carriage and said to the man behind him, "Boss, there's another one here, but she's just a little yellow-haired girl. Probably not very useful. Should we..."

"Of course, we should eliminate her completely," the bandit leader wiped the blood off his blade with his sleeve, without even sparing a glance at the huddled girl.

"Don't kill me, please... I beg you..."

The girl's cries were heart-wrenching.

The bandits looked at the trembling girl, their faces showing hesitation.

After a moment, cursing under his breath, one of them started searching around, saying, "Where's my knife? Where the hell is my knife?"

Chu Shao stopped and glanced at the scene before taking a detour.

She had no interest in saving people; she only cared about what flowers to buy later.

But as Chu Shao was about to pass through the woods, she suddenly remembered Qin Xueyi lying in a pool of blood.

At that time, the woman in ink clothes sat in a wheelchair, gazing down at the girl lying under the moonlight, her small body covered by a plain cloak.

It was as if she was observing frost on the ground, her gaze clean and gentle.

When Xiao Jin gently reached out her hand to close Qin Xueyi's eyes, Chu Shao couldn't help feeling a hint of jealousy.

Jealousy that a deceased person could receive infinite love from the living.

But just as Xiao Jin raised her head, Chu Shao felt that she didn't want to see that expression on Xiao Jin's face a second time.

She didn't know where this emotion came from. All she knew was that if someone made Xiao Jin sad and shed tears, she would definitely kill that person in the cruelest way.

So when Chu Shao snapped back to her senses, she found the bandit with his mouth wide open, clutching his throat as he knelt on the ground.

Actually, she wasn't surprised.