Yan An was publicly slapped and, seething with anger and humiliation, shouted, "You harlot!"
As he raised his hand, he saw the girls who were originally sitting quietly now standing up quickly and walking towards him.
Their gazes were exceptionally cold and piercing.
Inexplicably, Yan An found himself unable to lift his hand.
By the ti he realized what was happening, he also felt extrely humiliated.
So, he sneered, "Just strut around, for now, wait until we find evidence of your collusion with the enemy and treason, see how you’ll strut then!"
"Uncle, do you really believe that evidence will be found?" Yan Lingzhen suddenly spoke up, taking a few small steps forward, "Are you so certain because you planted it there yourself?"
Yan An glared at her with a stern face, "What nonsense are you spouting, little girl!"
"Whether it’s nonsense, you know it yourself," Yan Lingzhen said without any courtesy.
This Yan An really was an eyesore, and if it weren’t for her sister advising against such rash actions, she would have long ago delivered him to heaven with a packet of poison, how could it be his turn to stand in their ho, infuriating her mother!
Yan Lingzhen clenched the silver needle hidden in her palm, ready to silently stick him with it if he dared to utter another insolent word, to make him suffer the pain.
Yan An didn’t take the young girl’s words seriously at all; his eyes were fixated on Sun Qinglian.
This was the woman he had always wanted to possess but never could.
After today, she would no longer be the esteed daughter of the Sun Family nor the dignified lady of the Township Manor.
She would beco a reviled traitress accused of colluding with the enemy.
Then, he would see how this woman could still hold her head high!
Thinking about it, Yan An couldn’t help but tremble with excitent.
He wished soone would present the evidence of treason right now, so he could witness this woman weeping inconsolably.
He was simply too impatient.
He was eager to see her panic-stricken expression.
Yan An covered his cheek with one hand, finding even the slap bearable now.
Yan Wanqing stood to the side, her eyes revealing a icy coldness as she watched the murky light in Yan An’s eyes.
Just a little longer.
She would make all these people die without a place to be buried.
Yan Wanqing narrowed her eyes, concealing the emotions within.
At this mont, one of Yan An’s n ran over, shouting loudly, "Found it! Found it!" He held a tray in both hands, on which lay a blindingly bright yellow robe.
"The Dragon Robe! It’s found, Lord Yan!"
Yan An’s eyes shone. He stepped forward, took the robe, and scrutinized it carefully from top to bottom.
"Indeed, it is the Dragon Robe!" Yan An declared righteously, "How audacious of the Duke of the Township Manor to secretly hoard the Dragon Robe, intending to rebel! Such a heinous cri! Guards—drag his corpse out of the casket and whip it a hundred tis as a warning to others!"
Upon hearing this, it was the elderly lady at the entrance who reacted first!
Forgetting her walking stick, she shuffled unsteadily into the hall.
"No, no! He is your elder brother, how can you—"
Yan An completely ignored the old lady’s cries as he gazed at Sun Qinglian, his eyes filled with a victorious and malicious smile.
He wanted to witness the entire Yan Family’s collapse, to make them taste the humiliation and despair he had once felt in this very place. He despised their unity that seed unbreakable to the extent that it itched inside him, an itch to commit murder!
Seeing that he wasn’t listening, the old lady reached out to grab Yan An’s hand, "No, no, An’an!"
Having said that, she couldn’t help but break into violent coughs.
Yan An no longer cared about his own elderly mother, as he was already too excited to contain himself. He raised his hand to push the old lady aside and walked straight toward the coffin in the courtyard.
Big brother... co out and see your little brother.
He completely failed to notice his elderly mother, who, with such a push from him, directly fell to the ground. By the ti the nursemaid rushed over and helped her up, the old lady was already on the verge of fainting.
The nursemaid’s frantic cries sitting on the ground couldn’t be ignored.
In the gaze of Yan Wanqing, Yan Lingzhen reluctantly stepped forward to take the old lady’s pulse.
Finally, she frowned, stood up, and shook her head, "...This is like reviving a withered tree, beyond the aid of human capabilities."
The old lady was about to pass away in peace.
"...An’an," the old lady stretched her hand toward Yan An, but where was he paying attention? His eyes were only fixed on the coffin. At this mont, he stepped forward and fiercely kicked the top of the coffin, making a loud noise.
Seeing this scene, the old lady shed tears from her eyes and imdiately rolled her eyes back and passed away on the spot.
And just like that, the old lady was gone!
The nursemaid, overco with grief, began to cry and shout while holding the old lady’s body, "Second Master, the old lady is gone! The old lady is gone!"
Yan An, with the madness on his face not yet faded, heard that his mother had passed away and turned his head with disbelief, "Are you capable of concocting even such ghost stories?"
The nursemaid couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it was that sa familiar face, yet now it looked so fierce and hideous.
"...The old lady is truly gone!" The nursemaid found herself at a loss for words. At that mont, she thought Yan An was utterly despicable.
Sun Qinglian watched as her husband’s coffin was dropped to the ground. With her eyes red, she imdiately snatched the long sword from Yan Wanqing’s hand and stepped forward, pointing the sword tip at Yan An and scolded, "Is talking to him any use? He’s already possessed."
"Yan An, today I will use your blood to pay homage to the deceased," Sun Qinglian said, clutching the long sword and moving closer step by step.
Yan An stepped back in fear, glancing at the nursemaid holding his mother and then at Sun Qinglian, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, "How dare you! I am an official of the Imperial Court. Yan Guozhong’s treason is unforgivable. Your actions add to your cris. If you dare to make a move today, you and your family will face execution by beheading in the days to co!"
"Execution by beheading?" Sun Qinglian scoffed coldly, pointing the sword tip at Yan An’s throat, "You won’t escape either, don’t forget that you also bear the Yan surna."
A group of soldiers quickly surrounded them, holding long knives and staring threateningly at Sun Qinglian.
Yan An, wary of the long sword at his neck, didn’t dare to make any sudden movents. At this mont, Sun Qinglian’s deanor convinced him that any further move and the sword would unhesitatingly pierce his throat.
"Order them to back off!" Sun Qinglian demanded sternly, facing Yan An.
Yan An frowned. Seeing this, Sun Qinglian imdiately slapped his cheek with the sword, drawing blood, "Will you retreat or not?"
"Stand down!" Yan An frantically motioned to his subordinates, who slowly cleared a path, still ard with their weapons.
Seeing this, Sun Qinglian turned to the children of the Yan family and said, "Go and set your father’s coffin upright again."
Only after Yan Guozhong’s coffin had been properly rearranged did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Yan An looked at the sword on his neck, "They have all backed off, don’t be agitated. We can talk, swords are blind."
"You know swords are blind." Sun Qinglian sneered, forcing Yan An with her sword to walk back into the main hall, "Kneel down."
Yan An didn’t kneel. Beside him, Yan Wanqing, without blinking, kicked right in the crook of his leg, causing him such pain that he imdiately kneeled in front of the old lady.
"Yan An, see for yourself whether these are ghost stories or not."
Yan An saw the nursemaid crying with tears streaming down her face, feeling a pang in his heart. He reached out to touch the old lady’s breath, and his fingers trembled instantly.
She was really dead...
His mother was truly gone.
"Yan An, you’re unworthy to be called human. Today, I will leave you alive to take the old lady back for the vigil and burial. The next ti I see you, you will surely die!" Sun Qinglian flipped her wrist, and the long sword let out a mournful cry as it plunged into the scabbard the next instant, without Sun Qinglian so much as lifting an eyelid!
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