She was clever and astute since childhood, she knew that the man called "father" never liked himself.

  No, not "dislike", but thorough and utter loathing and hatred.

  She also knew about the relationships in other families, although there were differences between legitimate and illegitimate children, they were all her own flesh and blood, a family.

  She and her mother were absolutely not "one family" with the Lin family.

  The two of them were the festering wounds in Lin Zhaoyun's heart: ugly and dirty wounds that would ooze pus and bleed whenever they were touched, causing both pain and stench, making her want to cut them out alive.

  It is also a shame for Yanlin Emperor's daughter, this is the son of her husband born during their honeymoon, it is the material for people to mock and gossip - why should she, an icy and elegant fairy, bear such humiliation?

  Finally, the laughing stock of the entire household - the maids and servant girls - had sharp tongues, saying things like "What a rotten crow wanting to perch on a branch?" or "You cheap thing, you'll climb up yourself," and they would fabricate all sorts of rumors about her until the little girl was seven or eight years old and understood what was going on, at which point there were whispers that "that little girl has eyes like a ghost, wandering around the graveyard in the middle of the night."

  Lin Chen under the dim candlelight, recalled childhood memories, and couldn't help but sneer.

  At that time, she was only six years old and learned to write from her master. After understanding the meaning of the word "dust", she didn't cry or make a fuss, but took out a dagger and made a cut on her wrist. Disregarding the blood flowing profusely, her clear and cold childlike voice rang out, each word forceful: "I have repaid that person's blood today... My name is not Dust!"

  "Zhen is the intersection of heaven and earth. I believe that there must be me between heaven and earth, from now on, my name is Lin Zhen."

  Xian Feng Dao Gu, also known as Li Jing's rebellious father, said that day: "Why not change your surname, wouldn't it be more satisfying?"

  Her black pupils shone with a cruel glint in the dark: "I love to bear grudges, Master. With this surname, I will harbor hatred for all eternity."

  She stood upright until she fainted from excessive blood loss, and still managed to ask: "Has it flowed halfway yet?"

  "Good fierce nature! Good killing energy!"

  ****

  She stood by the window, gazing at the stars in the sky, thinking of past events, and finally waited until half past the hour of the Tiger - this was the darkest moment before dawn. She gave her mother medicine, changed into night-traveling clothes, took a black cloth to cover her face, and silently went out the door.

  The Tartars have occupied the capital, burning and killing indiscriminately. This time, she went to scout out the Tartar army's strengths and weaknesses, but in truth, she couldn't stand those stinky, fur-clad men running amok in the city, and if the opportunity arose, she would cut off their commander's head. These were her words when facing her enraged master afterwards.

  On the official road, only desolation and bloodstains can be seen. Some corpses are scattered randomly on the ground, with a stench of rotting flesh in the air. It's already early June, and they're starting to decay.

  Her lightness skill was exceptional, if someone was present, they would only feel a flash before their eyes, and even the dark shadow would disappear.

  In just a moment, the outline of the capital city became somewhat clear. Lin Chen was observing the guards defending the city when she heard the sound of horse hooves rushing from behind her. The sound came quickly and she dodged to one side, coldly watching a young man dressed in black, holding the reins, bring his horse to a stop at the crossroads.

  He was slender and refined in figure, with a veil covering his face. Just by looking at the part above his nose, one could tell that he had a clear and handsome appearance. His whole body exuded an extremely elegant and refined temperament. He tied his horse to a tree and began to hurry along using his lightness skill.

  Lin Chen soon caught up with him, but did not exceed, only carefully observing behind him. He saw that after arriving at the foot of the city wall, he took out a strange-looking claw hook from his bundle and threw it towards the top of the city head, securing it firmly before starting to climb upwards in threes and twos.

  Lin Chen knew that this was not an enemy, she was only twelve years old, and for a moment, she played a trick, using her extraordinary lightness skill to "float" up to the city building, waiting at the end of the young man's climb.

  The young man climbed to the top of the city wall in a moment, grabbed the edge of the green bricks, shifted his center of gravity and succeeded. Suddenly, a head popped up from above!

  A man in black clothes with a masked face was looking at himself with an ambiguous smile, his appearance was very strange.

  He was suspended in mid-air, and the electric spark from this fright caused a reflexive loosening of his hand, causing him to slide down immediately.

  The black-clad person let out a soft "hmm" that was quite clear and seemed to be a woman's voice. She hastily grabbed the rope and pulled the person up with some awkwardness.

  The two of them were still inexperienced in internal energy, and after this shock, they both felt a bit short of breath.

  In that last pull, the young man unintentionally grabbed her hand, only to feel it was smooth and delicate, like silk or jade, and he was taken aback.

  Lin Chen was indeed precocious, but he knew very little about men and women's affairs. He felt that he had been "lightly" treated by him, and suddenly became furious, with a loud slap, it was a slap in the face.

  The young man was stunned by this slap, and was about to get angry, but looking at the black-clad person's physique and figure, he immediately knew that this was an ignorant girl, so he could only sigh and smile wryly:

  "Little sister, how old are you?"

  His self-conscious pure smile, in Lin Chen's eyes, was a drooling "wolf" class "lustful smile". She drew her sword out of its scabbard, and the young man only felt a cool breeze. It wasn't until the sword light disappeared that he discovered his clothes were full of holes, absolutely tattered!

  He hadn't even reacted yet, and suddenly a gust of wind passed before his eyes. When he looked again, the person was already gone without a trace.

  "What excellent lightness! It's just that your temper is too hot!"

  The young man shrunk his clothes to prevent "spring light leakage", but the little girl suddenly played a trick on him, making him laugh and cry at the same time.

  "My night walking clothes!!!!!!"

  ****

  It was just dawn, but the central square of the Imperial Palace was still in a state of revelry.

  Tartar officers, dressed in soft leather armor, were shouting and drinking around the bonfire. They got drunk, hot from the wine, took off their leather armor, revealing their dark arms, and fell down at their companions' feet. It was a common sight.

  Lin Chen was lying on the glazed tile of the palace wall, quietly watching the unrestrained revelry below.

  Although she didn't understand military tactics, after walking through the inner city barracks where they were stationed, she couldn't help but secretly admire the deployment of troops in the Tatar army.

  Ten people are long, a hundred people are long, even several thousand riders are all setting up their camps in a state of alert, although they are complacent with victory, there is not a single bit of slackness.

  Everywhere was heavily guarded, and if someone really wanted to kill or set fires, it wouldn't be impossible. Looking at the rotating guards, Lin Chen knew they would soon discover - the camp looked scattered, but with one shout, soldiers could quickly gather and quell the situation.

  The crowd of people in front of the castle, who can drink so freely, are because they were the vanguard who first entered the city. Every one of them has a knife with a rolled edge, and they have already killed to the point of madness, their minds on the verge of collapse - such fierce soldiers need wine and women to comfort them.

  The big man sitting in the main seat, estimated to be a general figure, had yellowish-brown hair. As soon as he picked up the wine jug, it was a cow drinking, and after wiping off the wine liquid on his beard, his eyes were bloodshot, shouting: "Bring those two women over for me!"

  Immediately, someone pulled two disheveled girls from the tent, their backs to Lin Chen, looking disheveled and embarrassed, only eleven or twelve years old, yet with an inexplicable noble air.

  One on the left, embracing a slightly shrinking companion, with an air of calmness and composure.

  The blond commander pinched their chins, carefully examining them, a look of lustful frenzy in his eyes, and gestured for silence.

  "You little rascals, listen up! Today I'll give each of you a taste - look at these two little girls, twin sisters as lovely as flowers, skin as white as cow's milk, must be extremely fresh and delicious! These were searched out from the imperial palace, today you'll get to enjoy them!"

  The soldiers by the fire heard this and cheered loudly, praising their commander's generosity.

  The yellow-haired commander burst out laughing and stretched out his large palm to grab someone, but the girl on the left stepped forward and blocked him in front of another.

  With a few rips, her clothes were completely torn off, revealing smooth and fair skin, shining like cream in the firelight.

  Lin Chen gripped his long sword tightly.

  Those soldiers murmured in a low voice, but did not come forward, as if waiting for something.

  The yellow-haired commander waved his hand, and a lean man holding a tray hurried forward, inside was a pile of strange instruments, with a faint glow on the blades.

  He looked like a Han Chinese, bowed his body and smiled: "General, the tools are all ready. Look, this is for removing hair, this hook is for taking out intestines and internal organs, and this iron wire is for rolling out brain marrow - that thing is the tenderest to eat..."

  He muttered to himself, and the general couldn't help but deeply admire: "Look, these Han people actually have such skills...... We eat a 'human sacrifice', just cut it into big chunks, they do this one finely!"

  Lin Chen listened for a moment and immediately reacted.

  Cannibalism

  Fierce and icy killing intent, ignited from her heart!