The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

7. The Death of Miss Duan

Translator: Iris Guo

The guard with dark skin got rid of A’Chou, stepped back, and suddenly forced the door open. Then he rushed in with a sword, but froze as he entered the room, so did his companion and A’Chou. A’Chou stared at Miss Duan who hung herself, and then her mouth was covered by the pale guard before she could scream. Then he quickly closed the door.

“Shut your mouth!” He whispered with a creepy face, grabbed A’Chou by the neck, and suddenly pulled out the knife on his belt, “If you dare to say anything, I would kill you!”

A’Chou nodded constantly in fear. She was only sixteen years old. Although her life had been hard, she didn’t want to die at all. Further, she was not that loyal, and there was no way that she would like to be buried with Miss Duan, whom she only knew for a few months.

The guard then loosened his grip, and raised his hand to cut off the white silk string on the beam that Miss Duan used. The body fell to the ground. The guards leaned over to check it out and found it cold and stiff. It seemed that Miss Duan had been dead for a while. A’Chou dared not look at the body, but huddled at the corner of the wall and stared at the upturned stool.

The guards crouched around the body and told each other’s fear in the eyes. The guard with dark skin turned paler and asked his companion tremblingly, “Bro, what…What are we going to do?”

The pale guard was obviously calmer. He stopped staring at the body and suddenly glanced at A’Chou for a while. Then he asked her: “Has the deposed Crown Prince seen Miss Duan?”

“Ah?” A’Chou paused and thought for a moment, “I don’t think so. According to our housekeeper, Miss Duan never went out of the house.”

“Good then.” Apparently, the pale guard was relieved. He turned to remove the red wedding dress from the body.

“Bro, what are you doing?!” The guard with dark skin whispered and tried to stop him with confusion and anger, “Don’t be a jerk, man! It’s a dead body, not a girl!”

“What the hell!” The pale guard shook off his companion’s hand and frowned, “Now this little bitch is dead, and we will be dead too! If we want to live, we have to find someone to replace her!”

“You mean… ” The guard with dark skin suddenly understood him and also looked at A’Chou with a frown. “But she is so ugly! Also, does she look like an elegant girl from a noble and powerful family? ”

A’Chou huddled up backwards. Her head was lowered to the thigh, and the scarlet scar on her neck was extremely obvious and aghast.

“Who else do we have?” said the pale guard, “Since the deposed Crown Prince has never seen her, it wouldn’t matter who the bride is. Besides, she is Miss Duan’s maid, so she knows Miss Duan the best. She could just imitate her master’s manners. Moreover, who knows the deposed Crown Prince is alive or what?’ Let’s just send her there.”