He Made Me His Stand-In, So I Sent Him to Hell

I was a plaything Xiao Zhulu bought in Nanjiang. He named me Nanjiang Yan because I look seven parts like the woman he loved, who died long ago. Xiao Jianli often jabs my waist with a hairpin. “My brother only likes your face.” Qu Di grabs my chin and sneers. “You’re not even worth one of her hairs.” Later, I crush the Gu worm, and Xiao Zhulu spits up blood as he asks who I really am. I crush his breastbone beneath my foot and smile. “When you said you’d wipe out all eighteen strongholds in Nanjiang, did you ever ask if anyone had escaped?”