Fan Si felt a chill in her heart. Indeed, her father and brother harbored not a trace of affection for her; all they wanted was for her to marry Prince Dayu.
Her father even said that if anything happened to Mi Yao, not even her death could atone for it... Hah, why, she was his daughter, could it be that in his heart, she was still inferior to an outsider?
"Hah, haha," Fan Si laughed through clenched teeth, letting out several chuckles until she laughed herself to tears. She looked up at these people, then said with a hate that cut to the bone, "Even if I die, I won't be used by you. Whoever wants to marry Prince Dayu can go marry him!"
Fan Si picked up the blade that had been thrown to the ground and plunged it straight into her own heart.
"Fan Si!"
Fan Si spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then fell to the ground, never closing her eyes even in death.
Young Master Fan Nuo quickly stepped forward to check Fan Si's pulse; she was already gone.
