No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1615: Go and Guard
"Kill you?" Hannah waved her hand, signaling Sixth Hoffman to step aside, "Wouldn’t directly killing you be letting you off too easily?"
"What else do you want then?" Emma’s limbs felt powerless; she almost collapsed to the ground.
She had never been so disheveled in front of Hannah, especially with the latter’s condescending posture. This was undoubtedly the greatest insult she had ever received.
If she could return this time, she definitely would...
"Still thinking of escaping?" Hannah shook her head, looked at the person on the ground, and smiled lightly, "Do you think there’s anyone left who can save you now?"
Emma clenched her palms tightly, "Hannah, don’t forget, I am the princess of the empire, the future heir to the throne. Are you sure you want to stand against me?"
"It seems your mind is still not very clear." Hannah said, "If the royal family no longer exists, what significance would there be for an heir to the throne?"
She stood up, walked over to Emma, elegantly squatted down, and with the dagger in her hand gently lifted Emma’s chin, her voice seductive, "My dear sister, have you forgotten the words I told you back on Blue Star?"
She had said that once she returned, she would surely annihilate the entire royal family.
Only at this moment, meeting Hannah’s eyes, did Emma truly begin to feel fear, her tightly clenched lower lip turning pale, "Hannah, are you really going to commit patricide?"
"Patricide?" Hannah withdrew her hand, and spoke vaguely, "Do I even have a father?"
Her words sounded naïve, and her facial expression equally innocent, as if she was truly confused by Emma’s words.
Emma gritted her teeth and tried hard to suppress the tremble in her body, "Don’t forget, you also grew up in the royal family. Without the royal family, you would just be a stateless interstellar refugee, maybe dead several hundred times over!"
"It seems you really don’t understand me at all." Hannah shook her head and stood up.
She handed the dagger to Sixth Hoffman and then instructed him, "Stay outside, don’t let anyone in."
"Even if it’s the commander..."
"He’s not allowed either."
Understanding the situation, Sixth Hoffman glanced warningly at Emma on the ground before leaving.
Once he left, the tent instantly became quiet.
Hannah didn’t sit back down; she just stood behind the chair, her arm resting on the chair’s back, and looked down at the person two steps away, her voice cool and detached, "Emma, do you really think that the royal family has been good to me?"
It seemed Emma remembered something, she avoided Hannah’s gaze, but her words were still resolute, "Hannah, when you came to the royal family dressed in rags, if it weren’t for father’s kindness, would you have been driven away long ago? Could you have stayed?"
"Kindness?" Hannah almost laughed at that as if it were a joke, and after her laughter subsided, she nonchalantly said, "Do you actually believe the words you just said?"
Her gaze was light and floating, seemingly dispersed like a mist above the sea, with no origin or destination, yet those who saw it felt an encompassing chill.
"Hannah, what are you really planning to do?"
Hannah didn’t respond but walked to the window and then turned to look at her again, her voice slowly softening, "Emma, I am your sister..."
This phrase emerged oddly familiar.
Emma’s body kept trembling, her memory was dragged back to that night a hundred years ago.
The ground was desolate with snow, and amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, only one person remained breathing. She opened her eyes and watched the rolling smoke under the night sky.
