“Who chose these curtains?”
“Your Highness, I... I did,” Lian Qiao replied softly.
The smile at the corner of Lin Heya’s mouth grew wider. She stepped down barefoot, pulled the golden hairpin from her hair, and drove it into Lian Qiao’s pale neck with all her strength.
“I hate pale pink!”
Blood sprayed everywhere. Lian Qiao’s eyes widened, and a gurgling sound came from her throat. She couldn’t believe the usually timid and useless Fifth Princess would dare lay a hand on her!
Lin Heya smiled, her eyes curving as she spoke softly beside Lian Qiao’s ear:
“I know how devoted you are. I’ll send your family to join you, so you won’t be lonely!”
With that, she pushed the hairpin in. Lian Qiao collapsed onto the carpet in despair and began to convulse. Before long, she was dead.
