Arrows

Yang Xian arched his eyebrows as he shot more arrows after stabilizing the horse. He laughed. "You're right. But why would you want to dirty your hand if it's unnecessary? It'll just leave a bad taste in your mouth."

Wei Liuying's eyes flickered when she heard what Yang Xian told her. There was never any need for her to add the count for the people whom she killed because of her situation. It was not like she liked killing either. She only chose to do it because it was necessary for her to kill if she wished to survive.

Her brain recalled the time when she first scheme for her mother.

She was nothing more than a young girl barely at the age of 7. At that time, her mother was in plight because she was accused for wounding a pregnant concubine in the residence. Because she had son and daughter, they didn't treat her that harshly, but if the matter didn't settle properly, it would affect her reputation a lot.