Huangfu Qing said no more and drifted away from the other end of the residence.0

After all that had been said, what kind of rival in love would go this far? As Tang Wanzhuang had noted, giving such a warning carried enormous risk. It was not just a matter of releasing an opponent—it was practically instructing her on how to sabotage her own plans. No matter what came next, Huangfu Qing could now face Zhao Changhe with a clear conscience.0

Whatever happened to Tang Wanzhuang after this was no longer her concern. As she sped away through the night, she pulled out her mask. Slipping through the shadowed alleys and emerging on the other side, she was no longer Huangfu Qing, but Vermillion Bird, her aura aflame as she soared into the night.0

Her thoughts lingered on Tang Wanzhuang. In truth, Huangfu Qing admired her. Judging by Tang Wanzhuang’s demeanor, she likely would have figured it out even without the warning. If their plans were to be undone by Tang Wanzhuang, Huangfu Qing would accept it. There was no shame in losing to a capable opponent.0

As for survival,...0