Revenge of the Phoenix Beauty-Chapter 43: Fright

Hua Qingyan stood still, quietly staring at her brother.

The training ground was silent, the only sound was the distant rustling of the trees.

Hua Zhiyan's sharp gaze remained on her, waiting for an answer.

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.

"I'm simply trying to remove the bad ones from our empire, brother."

Her voice was calm, almost indifferent, as if she truly believed that was all she was doing.

Hua Zhiyan exhaled deeply, his arms crossed over his chest.

He knew his little sister too well.

She wasn't just removing "bad ones."

This wasn't some noble cause.

No, she is planning something much bigger.

But what could he do?

This was Hua Qingyan...his little sister, the one he had watched grow up, the one who had always been different from other noble ladies.

His expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained serious.

"I know...i know you're lying."

Hua Qingyan's fingers tensed slightly, but she said nothing.

"But when you're ready... you can tell me." His voice was gentle, yet firm.

She lowered her gaze, hiding the emotion that crossed her face.

Hua Zhiyan let out a long sigh, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I just hope you play this safe, Qingyan."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her alone.

She watched his retreating figure, her heart started feeling strangely heavy.

Play it safe?

She had already stepped into danger.

And there was no turning back now.

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Meanwhile...

At Second Prince's Chamber

The atmosphere inside Wei Cheng's chamber was tense.

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Seated on his chair, the Second Prince clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

His expression was one of frustration, anxiety... and fear.

Minister Zhao, his major supporter...had been dragged to prison like a common criminal.

And Zhao Lianyi...

He could still hear her desperate cries echoing in his head.

She had begged for his help, screamed for him to save her.

But what could he do?

He was powerless.

House arrest meant no access to the outside world.

No messengers. No information. No control.

And worst of all...

Minister Zhao...he knew far too much.

If he speaks...

Wei Cheng's grip on the armrest tightened, his knuckles turning white.

He couldn't allow that to happen.

"I must do something." His voice was a low whisper.

His eyes darkened, a storm of emotions swirling within them.

"Or else... I will share that same fate."

A cold silence filled the room as the realization sank in.

I must act.I must act fast. The fear was clearly visible in his eyes.