The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 36 Ruthless Conspiracy

Night fell, and the Milky Way dimmed.

In a corner of a bustling street in Yangzhou, Zhao Wanqing's temporary residence was dark. Inside the library, a single lamp cast a dim, yellowish light that made Zhao Wanqing's face appear unpredictable.

She sat in front of the carved window, toying with a delicate hairpin in her hand, her eyes gleaming with a complex light.

"This is outrageous! I've given so much, and Qiu Ziyue and Qi Yushuang have stolen all the limelight. Those two damned bitches!" Zhao Wanqing muttered to herself.

The names Qiu Ziyue and Qi Yushuang echoed in her heart like bells in the night wind, stirring up ripples.

Qiu Ziyue and Qi Yushuang, these two formidable rivals in the upcoming dance extra round, have become a lingering shadow in her mind.

This overtime match is not only about Yotsuya's honor, but also about the status of her family.

Therefore, she decided to take extraordinary measures to ensure that she could win this contest.

After her previous failure, Zhao Wanqing did not give up; instead, she became even more determined.

Knowing that a direct confrontation might be difficult to win, she began to weave a meticulously crafted web in the shadows, intending to deliver a fatal blow to Qiu Ziyue and Qi Yushuang in the upcoming dance competition.

She summoned several dance partners with whom she had a close relationship and who shared a strong desire for victory.

They were all experts in stealth, gathering silently in the study under the cover of night, each with an expression that was either cold or cunning.

They secretly met under the cover of night, sitting around a round table. The candlelight cast flickering shadows on each person's face, creating an eerie and tense atmosphere.

"Sisters," Zhao Wanqing began, her voice not loud, but exuding an undeniable authority.

"Qiu Ziyue and Qi Yushuang have become stumbling blocks for me. This dance overtime competition is our best opportunity. I want them to lose their luster in front of everyone."

"What should we do, Sister Wanqing?" the female companions asked softly.

Zhao Wanqing replied in a deep and powerful voice, "What we need to do in tomorrow night's dance overtime competition is to remain calm and make them make mistakes during the competition."

Her words revealed a resolute and ruthless nature; she had already planned this out a thousand times in her mind.

A detailed map of the competition venue was spread out on the table. Zhao Wanqing's finger lightly traced the map, and a plan gradually took shape.

“We took advantage of the special layout of the venue and tampered with the floor under the floor along their route, causing the floor to loosen at a critical moment and cause them to slip and fall.”

She proposed the first plan, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

Following this, she proposed a series of more covert schemes: tampering with their costumes, deliberately creating chaos backstage to disrupt their mental state, or even spreading rumors detrimental to them to influence the audience's and judges' evaluations.

"Remember, we must act without leaving a trace and not let anyone suspect us."

Zhao Wanqing warned, her tone both determined and cautious. Then, pointing to several key locations on her meticulously drawn plan, she explained in detail: "Here, we will lay down specially made thin lines. If they are not careful while dancing, they will snag on their dresses, causing the performance to be interrupted."

"And there, I'll have people tamper with their props, causing them to fail at a crucial moment."

She continued, "In addition, I have prepared an even more secretive plan. Didn't Qiu Ziyue make a bet? She wants Qi Yuxuan to marry her. This means that she and Qi Yushuang will fight over a man. We need to set them off."

The women nodded in agreement.

They began discussing every detail: how to implement the plan discreetly and how to ensure it would go perfectly.

However, a subtle ripple stirred within Zhao Wanqing's heart.

While planning all this, she couldn't help but ask herself if all this effort was really worth it.

But when she thought of the efforts she had made over the years and her desire for glory, she quickly suppressed her hesitation and focused all her attention back on the upcoming "decisive battle".

The people sitting around accepted the order one by one, and each went their separate ways to prepare, determined to put this unknown conspiracy into practice under the cover of night.

However, one of the women, named Liu Xu, seemed hesitant in the face of Zhao Wanqing's plan.

Zhao Wanqing's gaze swept over everyone one by one, finally settling on Liu Xu.

Her voice was cold and brooked no argument: "Liu Xu, you are responsible for sneaking backstage and sprinkling powder on their dance costumes to ensure they cannot perform normally on the day of the competition."

"This is a delicate and dangerous task; the slightest mistake will expose everything."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xu frowned slightly and avoided eye contact.

She said softly, "Sister Wanqing, you are so outstanding, you should be confident. Doing that is probably not appropriate. I... I'm afraid I'll regret it in the future."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanqing's expression changed drastically. Her previously gentle features tensed instantly, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

She approached Liu Xu step by step, her tone carrying an irresistible authority: "Liu Xu, are you rejecting me? Do you know that those who reject me usually don't have a good ending?"

The atmosphere in the boudoir froze for a moment, and everyone else lowered their heads, not daring to speak out.

Zhao Wanqing continued, "We grew up together, and I've treated you well. Now is the time when I need you most, how can you back down? We promised to share joys and sorrows, have you forgotten that?"

Liu Xu bit her lower lip, her eyes slightly red, her voice barely audible: "I...I'm willing to do anything for you, but this time, I'm truly uneasy..." "Uneasy?"

Zhao Wanqing sneered, interrupting her, "Is your unease because you still have so-called 'justice' in your heart? In this dog-eat-dog world, the winner takes all and the loser is condemned. If you don't harden your heart, you will only be trampled underfoot. I gave you a choice, but it seems you need some 'incentive'."

After saying that, Zhao Wanqing gestured to the guard beside her. The guard understood and silently approached Liu Xu. A flash of cold light appeared in his hand, and a short blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

“Don’t forget about your family,” Zhao Wanqing threatened.

Liu Xu's face was pale. With nowhere to retreat, she knew that tonight's choice would determine her fate. "Okay, I promise you."

Liu Xu finally gave in, her voice trembling, but a hint of cowardice flashed in her eyes, "Alright."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanqing smiled with satisfaction, as if everything was back under her control.

"That's right, we're one, we advance and retreat together. Remember, only by standing higher can you see a different view."

Under the moonlight, the conspiracy seemed to have come to a temporary end. However, the turmoil in people's hearts was like the undercurrents surging beneath the surface of a lake, and it was unknown when it would stir up even greater waves.

"Liu Xu, remember this: don't be like Liu Anxiang, or the assassin I sent out in the last zither competition. You're a complete waste. You can only succeed, you can't fail, or you'll regret it," Zhao Wanqing said fiercely.

“Okay, Sister Wanqing, I’ve got it,” Liuxu replied.

As the night deepened, Zhao Wanqing's residence returned to tranquility, with only the occasional calls of night birds outside the window, seemingly foreshadowing the impending storm.

This conspiracy, orchestrated in the shadows, is like a silent dance.

Zhao Wanqing, on the other hand, is the one who manipulates and directs from behind the scenes, waiting for the final curtain to rise so that her scheme can be put on a spectacular "performance" on the glamorous stage.

Meanwhile, Qiu Ziyue and Qi Yushuang, far away on the other side, were immersed in their anticipation and preparation for tomorrow's match, completely unaware of the impending crisis.

Moonlight spilled into the tranquil courtyard, illuminating a peaceful scene, but unbeknownst to them, a storm was silently brewing in the shadows.

That night, the conspiracy within the library flowed like a dark river into the unknown tomorrow.

This foreshadows that the dance competition will not only be a contest of skills, but also a battle of wits and will.

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter!