Chapter 150: Hatred Toward Ye Jiamei
Yu Luo, who had remained silent all this time, listened carefully to the strategic planning of the men.
After a brief mental conversation with the Armor-Claw Beast, it agreed without hesitation.
To Yu Luo, learning martial arts and archery was beneficial—but it was too slow.
Time was running out, and preparing for an imminent enemy attack was far more practical.
Her suggestion made everyone turn to her at once.
“Digging traps sounds like a good plan. But what if the enemy is already watching us in secret? Wouldn’t we just be wasting our efforts?”
Yu Xiaoran raised the obvious concern, causing many to hesitate.
“Yes! Digging pits is noisy. Not to mention, there’s over a foot of snow on the ground. What if the earth beneath is solid rock?”
Liu Mingxia, who had initially supported the idea, now doubted its feasibility after hearing Yu Xiaoran’s reasoning.
“Xiaoyi can handle it. If it can break through stone, then loose dirt and rocky soil are nothing.”
The moment Yu Luo said this, all eyes turned to Xiaoyi.
Curled up next to Xiaoxue, the Armor-Claw Beast sensed the attention, lifted its head drowsily, and looked around.
Then, as if realizing what was happening, it nodded enthusiastically!
“Oh my! Xiao Luo’s beast is so intelligent! It’s just one step away from speaking human language!”
“Xiaoyi is naturally gifted at burrowing. I’ll leave this task to it. Meanwhile, you all should gather tree branches and sharpen stakes. By tonight, the traps will be ready in front of every cave. But remember—keep a close eye on your children! We don’t want our own falling into the pits before the enemy even arrives.”
Hearing this, everyone nodded firmly.
“Yes! We’ll watch our children carefully!”
Families with young kids solemnly promised to keep them inside.
Yu Luo had warned them, so if anything did happen, it was on them.
Under Yu Luo’s command, Xiaoyi immediately got to work, digging into the snow-covered ground.
Within moments, piles of dirt began forming.
The men used woven baskets to discreetly carry and discard the excess soil far from the caves, ensuring the enemy wouldn’t notice.
Children, who often wandered outside, were strictly confined by their parents, scared into obedience.
By nightfall, Yu Xiaoran, Yu Xiaoxuan, and the Zhang family men returned with loads of thick tree branches—some as thick as a baby’s arm.
They carved them into sharp stakes and planted them in the two-meter-deep pits.
Finally, they covered the traps with thin branches, torn cloth, and a fresh layer of snow.
The deadly traps were now perfectly camouflaged!
For three days, the traps lay in wait.
For three days, the entire camp remained on edge.
But the Wanli Gang never came.
The waiting was more torturous than the battle itself.
Meanwhile, some of the injured had fully recovered.
Even Yu Yongjun, who had been on the brink of death, could now eat porridge and speak a little.
By now, Ye Jiamei’s medical skills had earned absolute respect from everyone.
Everyone—except Yu Yingying and Madam Chen.
Madam Chen had sent Yu Meiyao to spy on the Yu Qiang family.
When Yu Meiyao returned, she didn’t even bother to lower her voice—almost as if she wanted everyone in the cave to hear.
Lying in bed, Yu Yingying’s fists clenched tightly, her eyes burning red with hatred.
“Are you serious? I heard from your brothers that Yu Yongjun’s intestines were hanging out—his organs were likely damaged! How did Ye Jiamei manage to save him?!”
Madam Chen’s wrinkled face contorted in pure shock.
She had been waiting for news of Yu Yongjun’s death, just to prove that Ye Jiamei’s so-called skills were fake.
Yet days passed without such news.
In disbelief, she sent Yu Meiyao to investigate—only for her to return with even more miraculous updates.
“It’s absolutely true. Ye Jiamei goes there every day to change his bandages. I arrived just as she left. Yu Yongjun is still weak, but his spirits are high. In ten days, he’ll likely be walking again.”
Yu Meiyao still couldn’t believe it herself.
She hadn’t seen the wound, but Yu Xiaoran and Yu Xiaoxuan had, and the Yu Qiang family’s conversations confirmed it.
There was no doubt—Ye Jiamei was a true healer.
“That ruthless woman! If she could save Yu Yongjun, why didn’t she help my daughter?! She let Yingying suffer—she let her lose her leg!”
Tears streamed down Chang Huilan’s face as rage consumed her.
Ever since her daughter’s leg was amputated, she had spent days crying, worried about her future.
“Yes! That vicious Ye Jiamei! Does she not understand the difference between family and outsiders?! My sister lost a leg—that’s a lifetime of suffering! And yet, she didn’t even try to help!”
Yu Meiyao exaggerated further, fueling the hatred.
In reality, she secretly delighted in Yu Yingying’s misfortune.
After all, Yu Yingying had bullied her for years—this was just karma at work.
But of course, she couldn’t show it.
As a concubine’s daughter, she still had to pretend to care.
“Stop your fake sympathy!”
Yu Yingying’s eyes glared with venom.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. You always hated that I was legitimate while you were just a concubine’s child. Don’t pretend to pity me—you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?!”
“I… I’m not!”
Yu Meiyao gasped, feigning innocence.
