Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing Chapter 1982

“Xu Weimiao, don’t act so proud. You’ve swallowed my drug, and your next life will be full of suffering!” Xu Weixiao shouted, her voice dripping with arrogance.

Xu Weimiao halted her steps as she was walking away.

She spun around and stared at Xu Weixiao. Her facial expression turned utterly savage.

In contrast to Xu Weixiao’s thrill, she stayed far more composed. “What made you do this?”

“What?” Xu Weixiao sneered. Tears streamed down nonstop. “Because I refuse to see you surpass me. Because jealousy consumes me completely.”

“How did your nature twist into this?! Haven’t I always treated you kindly since childhood? How could you commit something so heartless?!” Xu Weimiao demanded, each word piercing as her heart turned icy.

What twisted resentment had driven her this far?

“You treated me kindly?! Fine, I’ll admit you did treat me well,” Xu Weixiao replied, “but I simply couldn’t bear it. You’ve always had better luck than me from birth, with every good fortune landing in your lap. I loathe it. Since childhood, everyone around compared us endlessly, and I couldn’t stand losing.”

“Does victory or defeat matter so much?”

“Doesn’t it?! ” Xu Weixiao snapped coldly. “To me, it matters a great deal. I despise being overlooked by everyone!”

Xu Weimiao gazed at her sister in this state.

She had always known her sister was headstrong and rivalrous from youth, yet never imagined she’d sink this low.

“I detest how Mo Zixi overlooks me like this!” Xu Weixiao bellowed abruptly, her feelings surging wildly.

Xu Weimiao’s gaze flickered faintly, and she stated directly, “Do you believe Mo Zixi has feelings for me?”

“Stop pretending to be kind!” Xu Weixiao snarled viciously.

“Believe it or not, during my blind date with Mo Zixi, he declared he wouldn’t develop emotions. It applies to anyone. He only seeks a spouse matching his position somewhat. I consented to the marriage back then because he could fulfill numerous dreams of mine. It was a win-win arrangement,” Xu Weimiao explained to Xu Weixiao, struggling to stay steady. “Mo Zixi acts the same toward all. My position now just differs from yours, making it look like he favors me slightly. Xiao Xiao, your fierce rivalry drove you to steal Mo Zixi. Right from the start, aiming to make him love you was a mistake! I warned you repeatedly, but you refused to listen!”

“Playing the saint again, huh?” Xu Weixiao grew agitated. “Now that I’m ruined like this, you show pity once more? Xu Weimiao, spare me that condescending, sympathetic stare. I want none of it. I’m jailed now. Worst case, three to five years inside. After that, I’ll thrive again. But you—what’s your fate? Think the baby’s gone?”

Xu Weimiao stared at Xu Weixiao, studying her features. Her heart froze solid, refusing to swallow even one word.

“I’ll tell you outright: that pill’s side effects are massive. Took huge effort to obtain it. In northern Xia country, it’s banned, forbidden from public sale. Xu Weimiao, you see me as ruthless, don’t you? I agree I’ve been harsh toward you, but what can I do? I couldn’t hold back. Recall that night Mo Zixi shoved me aside. I threw myself at him, yet he rejected me brutally. Rage shook me to the core. I wanted to murder Mo Zixi and you. Never felt such shame in my life. I’ll force Mo Zixi to love me, then torment him, make him regret this! First step: eliminate you. If you can’t bear children anymore, any future with Mo Zixi?”

“You’ve utterly erased the final bit of compassion I held for you,” Xu Weimiao declared syllable by syllable.

“Final bit of compassion?” Xu Weixiao grinned wickedly. “I couldn’t care less. No more faking sisterly bonds with you, Xu Weimiao. Neither of us ends well now. Still, I bet your future turns out far grimmer.”

“The child survived,” Xu Weimiao stated sharply all of a sudden.

Xu Weixiao froze in shock, staring at her incredulously.

“The child survived,” Xu Weimiao reiterated. “No side effects as you claimed, for from the instant you reentered this home, Mo Zixi had already led you into a trap.”

“What nonsense is this! Xu Weimiao, what do you mean!”

“Do you fancy yourself the cleverest person alive?” Xu Weimiao mocked with biting sarcasm, utterly ridiculing Xu Weixiao’s overconfidence. “I warned you already—you can’t handle crossing Mo Zixi. Once you do, utter annihilation awaits. Still, you picked the path straight to doom. You likely don’t realize I fought hard to conceive this child just to protect our Xu family. But you tried to murder him. Xu Weixiao, have you pondered this? Should the baby truly perish, it won’t just be you facing the grave. Our entire Xu family might get swept in too. Sure, these aren’t ancient days with no nine-clan executions in law, but Mo Zixi commands a whole nation. He can drag everyone down with him in death. Such an end? Perfectly warranted! “Yours included!”

“What nonsense is this…” Xu Weixiao snapped into madness.

“Mo Zixi baited you into crime deliberately, luring you into his snare!” Xu Weimiao stared at Xu Weixiao. “You never suspected the abortion pills in your luggage were swapped for vitamins by Mo Zixi ages ago. Nor did you know cameras watched your room and the pool alike. Every move against me today got captured from start to finish. I even figured Mo Zixi taunted you that night and fled the capital on purpose to speed your downfall. Yet you believed your scheme airtight. You thought I’d forgive you ultimately, right?”

“No way, I refuse to believe it!” Xu Weixiao rejected Xu Weimiao’s words outright, surging with raw emotion as panic gripped her.

“Spot on—I’m just as selfish as you! “Let me confess openly, Xu Weixiao: I knew Mo Zixi aimed for your self-destruction. I warned you too, yet ultimately I let it slide. I could’ve driven you away. I possessed the power to bar you from nearing me by three meters, but instead I allowed it, convinced you needed this harsh lesson. You must grasp that the world isn’t the playground you imagine. You’ve crossed a line with someone untouchable!”

“Xu Weimiao, flaunting your triumph on purpose?!” Xu Weixiao shrieked. “You’re gloating, rubbing in how I look the fool before you, a total clown.”

“I kept telling myself that since you shun me as kin, no need for me to cling to sisterly bonds or beg for misery. “Yet deep down, a trace of softness lingers—for the dire punishment awaiting you,” Xu Weimiao articulated slowly, “I planned to beg Mo Zixi for leniency. Figured, as you claimed, a few years behind bars would suffice. No call for execution…”

“What’s that?” Xu Weixiao shuddered violently.

A chilling dread abruptly iced her frame.

“Execution,” Xu Weimiao pronounced deliberately.

“You’re bluffing!” Xu Weixiao gaped at her in shock. Her form quaked, though her cry rang shrill and piercing. “My crimes can’t warrant death! Impossible! Don’t pretend I ignore the law!”

“True, I figured the same at first.” “But Xu Weixiao, ever considered your foe in all this? Mo Zixi, a nation’s commander-in-chief.” “By national statute, threats to his life bend to his personal decree! “Mo Zixi decreed: death!”

“No…” Xu Weixiao’s knees buckled.

Without the two guards holding her up, she’d have collapsed right there.

She couldn’t accept it. Absolutely couldn’t.

Death penalty.

Such brutal justice seemed unthinkable.

Northern Xia hadn’t seen an execution in years. Even the vilest crimes topped out at life terms.

No.

She rejected it utterly.

Her gaze fixed on Xu Weimiao, tears streaming as she wailed, “I don’t want to die. Please, no death.”

“I told you—I meant to plead your case, but you’ve crushed my hopes, Xiao Xiao. “Everyone pays for their deeds in life. Yours fits perfectly. Your parents, even if baffled, won’t challenge Mo Zixi for the greater good. With proof and witnesses to your frame-up of me, none dare contest. “Xu Weixiao, fend for yourself.”

“Xu Weimiao, don’t leave!” Xu Weixiao cried out desperately to her. “Please don’t go, I beg you! Ask Mo Zixi to release me. I don’t want to die—I truly don’t! I promise, I’ll never frame you again. Never!”

“Someone who lies too often loses all trust, Xiao Xiao,” Xu Weimiao replied icily. “Your mouth spills so many words, and I can’t tell which ones hold truth. Anyway, this outcome is sealed now. Nothing and no one can alter it.”

“Xu Weimiao, are you truly going to watch me die like this?!” Xu Weixiao wailed, on the brink of total collapse. “Yes, I framed you and wished you misery, but I never meant to end your life. I never planned to poison you! But you’re doing this to me, letting me perish. Aren’t you the cruel one here?!”

Xu Weimiao’s throat shifted faintly.

She had shown Xu Weixiao more than enough patience already.

She declared, “Mo Zixi is inherently cold. He seems polite and refined on the surface, yet his heart harbors unimaginable ruthlessness. I’ve told you before: he doesn’t care for me, won’t soften, won’t show mercy. That’s why he wiped out my own blood sister without hesitation. With what he’s done, I can’t demand he spare you! I warned you not to court death, but you ignored me. Did you believe that if I overlooked your schemes against me, everyone else would too? Let me make it clear: even touching a single hair on my head would doom you if Mo Zixi decides to act. No one could save you then! ‘Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger’—you never grasped that truth!”

“I get it now, I finally understand everything! Please, help me plead with Mo Zixi?” Xu Weixiao begged frantically. “Plead with him for me. I know he likes you deep down. You might not sense it, but from the outside, it’s obvious he has feelings for you. Why else would he despise me so much? Why else would he panic when you caught me in bed with him! You’ve never loved before, so you don’t recognize lovers’ ways, but I see it plainly. That’s exactly why I’ve fought so hard to drive a wedge between you and Mo Zixi—because I can tell he’s truly falling for you!” Xu Weixiao screamed at the top of her lungs.

Xu Weimiao froze in shock.

Like?!

Mo Zixi liked her?

She couldn’t fully accept that idea.

“You must feel so smug now, basking in Mo Zixi’s favor. Be proud all you want. I didn’t kill your child or hurt you at all. Since the end result worked out fine, can’t you beg for mercy on my behalf? I swear I won’t touch you ever again. At this stage, I’m too terrified to even try. Once I’m out, I’ll flee the capital right away—no, I’ll leave Northern Xia Kingdom forever and never return. Convince Mo Zixi not to kill me, please don’t let him kill me!” Xu Weixiao pleaded earnestly, her terror stripping away every trace of her former sharpness. Right now, survival was all she craved.

Xu Weimiao’s heart was indeed too tender.

That’s precisely why Xu Weixiao had exploited her soft spot time and again.

Reflecting back, from childhood, Xu Weixiao had shared everything with her. It wasn’t solely Xu Weixiao’s doing—Xu Weimiao’s own leniency played a huge role. Without her constant indulgence, when Xu Weixiao first stole that doll from her, she would have fought back and claimed it. Xu Weixiao wouldn’t have turned out this way!

She bore responsibility too.

But…

Still, she shook her head.

Xu Weixiao had forged her own doom. Xu Weimiao lacked the power to rescue her.

She’d carry that guilt for ages, at the very least.

She stated firmly, “Xiao Xiao, I won’t pamper you any longer.”

“Xu Weimiao!” Xu Weixiao’s shriek tore at her throat. She glared at Xu Weimiao’s impassive, heartless expression. “I’ll hate you eternally! Even in death, I won’t forgive you!”

“Once you’re dead, nothing remains.” Xu Weimiao shot back bluntly, shattering the curse!

“Xu Weimiao, Xu Weimiao!” Xu Weixiao bellowed in fury.

Xu Weimiao gazed at her sister’s savage, twisted face and wretched condition. Composing herself, she turned and marched away.

No saving her now.

In this moment, salvation was impossible.

She departed.

Emerging, she paused by the doorway for what felt like eternity.

Xu Weixiao’s frenzied cries slowly diminished.

Xu Weixiao likely never imagined her fate mirroring their youth—snatching things from Xu Weimiao, claiming them as her own. Yet here she was, ruined.

In the end, Xu Weimiao’s eyes remained faintly red.

She struggled to steady her feelings.

After what seemed forever, she drew a deep breath and stepped forward.

Outside waited Mo Zixi.

His attendants stood in reverent silence, barely daring to exhale!

Xu Weimiao gave a light smile. “Apologies for making you wait.”

“Finished with the meeting?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s head out then.” Mo Zixi reached out first to grasp Xu Weimiao’s hand.

His hand felt incredibly warm, while hers remained icy cold right now.

So frigid it held scarcely any heat.

Mo Zixi guided her into the vehicle.

The car gradually pulled away from the detention center.

Xu Weimiao gazed quietly at the bleak, shadowy facility receding into the distance behind her.

“Zixi.” Xu Weimiao turned to face Mo Zixi.

“Hm?” Mo Zixi glanced back at her too.

Deep emotions churned within her.

Today’s events were too much for her to process.

Yet she understood Mo Zixi hadn’t changed. He likely felt nothing at all.

For him, such incidents were commonplace after handling countless matters. Xu Weixiao’s issue meant little; he’d forget it soon enough.

She pleaded, “Don’t kill Xu Weixiao.”

Though she claimed no more leniency for Xu Weixiao and recognized her own inability to sway Mo Zixi, ultimately, she didn’t wish for Xu Weixiao’s death.

Her parents would grieve terribly if she perished.

Blood ties ran deep, hard to sever or rationalize.

Mo Zixi arched his brow, his tone detached as he remarked, “You’re still begging for her.”

“I get it—you might see me as foolish. Xu Weixiao pushed me to my limits, but here I am defending her… I know it sounds overly merciful, yet I want to offer her one more shot. Before, grabbing my possessions came too easily for her, too effortlessly. That’s why she believed everything of mine was hers for the taking, fueling her recklessness! “This time, I’m sure she’s learned her lesson!”

“Whether she’s learned or not means nothing to me. I’ve made it clear: anyone endangering me dies,” Mo Zixi replied icily. “No alterations.”

She anticipated this outcome.

Controlling Mo Zixi was beyond her.

Besides, in Mo Zixi’s eyes, Xu Weixiao’s hubris warranted death long ago.

“Miaomiao, I prolonged Xu Weixiao’s survival to secure irrefutable proof of her crimes. I refused to give critics any ammunition. No one gets to defend her—not even with your words alone,” Mo Zixi added firmly, resolute.

Xu Weimiao nodded.

She nodded.

Nodding was all she could do.

She realized Mo Zixi had intentionally allowed Xu Weixiao leeway, ensuring her demise would face no backlash. Once gone, no pleas for Xu Weixiao would hold weight.

She couldn’t intervene.

Her parents couldn’t either.

No one could.

After all, Mo Zixi commanded as the nation’s top general. He wielded power to summon storms at will in no