Chapter 160: Dark Fairy Tale, Cinderella Makes a Deal with the Devil (18)
Because of this accident, the dance ended rather hastily.
It is said that a servant discovered that the lights were sabotaged. The king was furious and was sending people to investigate the matter.
Anastasia and Shen Yuan walked out of the palace, where a white carriage was already waiting.
"Miss Anastasia, did the dance go well?"
The groom asked respectfully.
Under normal circumstances, he would never talk to the unruly Anastasia without permission.
The reason for asking this is probably because Elas ordered it.
Anastasha also understood this and did not feel angry at being desecrated by inferior people.
She shook her head, her tone not quite good.
"It's not going well. Prince Philip already has a dance partner."
The groom nodded slightly and asked no more questions.
The two of them sat in the carriage and fell into a strange silence as they watched the palace moving further and further away.
The first to break the silence was Anastasia.
"Dusula, don't you think Prince Philip's dance partner looks familiar?"
"Huh?" Shen Yuan looked up at her in confusion. "No."
Anastasia looked at the innocent expression on Shen Yuan's face and was defeated.
"Forget it, you're so stupid, I can't get anything out of you."
"Driver, hurry up and try to get back to the manor before twelve o'clock."
She wanted to see if the woman dancing with Prince Philip was that bitch Cinderella!
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"Whoa!"
The carriage stopped outside the Rose Manor, and the night breeze with the rich fragrance of roses blew towards us.
"Hey, where are you going, sister?"
Anastasha got off the carriage without stopping for a moment and headed towards the woodshed.
Chen Yuan was stunned for two seconds, then quickly followed.
The door of the woodshed was kicked open. Anastasia's face was full of anger, and the whip in her hand exuded a chilling coldness.
"Cinderella?"
Her tone was cold, and the tail end of her voice was very long.
Shen Yuan followed her gaze and his eyes fell on Cinderella in the corner.
She was still wearing the torn dress from two days ago. Her body was dirty and stained with blood. She looked pitiful and disheveled.
Anastasia narrowed her eyes, her gaze sharp, intense and dangerous.
"You've been here all this time and haven't left?"
Cinderella shrank her neck, her eyes wet, and looked at Anastasia, timidly saying
"Sister, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand."
Anastasia bit her lower lip, raised the whip in her hand suddenly, and hit the ground with a loud bang, raising a thin layer of dust.
"Don't call me sister! My only sister is Dusula. You little bitch, are you worthy of calling me sister?"
Her voice was sharp, and her delicate and beautiful face was filled with hostility and disdain.
Cinderella's eyes instantly turned red, and tears fell down.
Anastasia was annoyed by her crying, and her brows were furrowed tightly, unable to hide her disgust.
"Tell me! Where did you go just now!"
The woman at the dance just now looked very much like Cinderella in both figure and features.
Whether it was true or not, she couldn't let Prince Philip, who belonged to Dusula, be taken away!
Cinderella sobbed, as if frightened by Anastasia's voice, and her petite body trembled uncontrollably.
"Wow...I've been staying here the whole time and never left. If you don't believe me...you can ask the servants in the manor."
Cinderella spoke pitifully while deliberately revealing the scars of varying sizes on her body.
It almost covered the delicate skin, making it particularly glaring.
Anastasia's pupils shrank, and she regained some of her sanity.
The woman at the dance party had no scars on her body.
Could it be that it really wasn't Cinderella?
She calmed down her anger a little, and looked at Cinderella with an especially unfriendly look.
She raised her hand and whipped Cinderella across the face.
"ah!"
Cinderella screamed, feeling unbearable pain on her face.
She covered her face with her hands, bright blood oozed out from between her fingers and slowly dripped onto the floor, her face was extremely pale.
Anastasia's whip directly destroyed her appearance.
"Whether it's you or not, I'm going to destroy this disgusting face!"
Shen Yuan had no time to stop it and frowned instantly.
Anastasha, that's too cruel.
She loved Dusula, so she was furious when she saw a woman who looked like Cinderella dancing with Prince Philip.
In her eyes, that woman had snatched away the man who belonged to Dusula.
So even if she didn't know that Cinderella was the woman at the ball, she would still destroy this face.
Anastasia looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction and curled her lips cruelly.
"You shameless bitch, you'll have to live with this rotten face for the rest of your life!"
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The dimly lit bedroom exudes warmth in every corner.
Chen Yuan lay on the soft big bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to calm his restless emotions.
Cinderella's face was disfigured, which was completely unexpected for her.
Her red and tender lips moved twice, and she was about to speak and call Wangzai's name.
"Well..."
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain and a strong feeling of suffocation in the neck.
"Did you have a good chat with that man? Huh?"
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