Chapter 267: Yu Luo, I’ll Be Your Slave
“No, no, no! Please, don’t shoot anymore! If you’re going to kill me, at least give me a quick death!”
“Mother, we can’t let Old Madam Chen die just yet. If she dies, that filial son of hers will come seeking revenge again. Sure, dealing with Yu Zhengqing is easy, but don’t forget—he still has his uses. Besides, look at her—trapped between life and death, isn’t it satisfying? We came here to enjoy ourselves, so let’s not end it too quickly. We should at least let her live a few more days and play with her a little longer.”
“Yu Luo, are you a demon? How can you be so cruel? Even when I want to die, you won’t allow it! What more do you want?!”
Realizing that begging for mercy was useless, Old Madam Chen gave up and instead roared at Yu Luo in fury.
“Heh, if I were a demon, then consider me here to claim your life. What do I want? I want you to suffer, to wish for death but never receive it. Didn’t you love playing dead to manipulate others? Well, now I’m granting your wish—letting you experience the feeling of hovering between life and death again and again. Aren’t you grateful?”
As Yu Luo finished speaking, she casually arched an eyebrow at Ye Jiamei.
Understanding her daughter’s cue, Ye Jiamei raised her crossbow and fired four quick shots at Old Madam Chen.
All four arrows pierced her shoulder blades with perfect accuracy.
Yu Haojie, watching from the side, clapped in delight and praised his wife enthusiastically.
To the three suffering women, this family was utterly heartless—monsters with no trace of humanity.
To Yu Haojie, however, it was as if the hanging figures weren’t people at all but mere targets for his wife’s archery practice.
“Wife, your aim is incredible! Four arrows, four direct hits! If you’d had the chance to go to war back in the day, you could’ve been a general!”
“Of course! What a shame I wasted all those years being bullied in the marquis’ residence. The more I think about it, the angrier I get! And since I’m feeling angry, I need to vent!”
With that, Ye Jiamei ignored all rules and loosed several more arrows without hesitation.
Old Madam Chen, already in agonizing pain, could no longer endure. Her head lolled to the side, and she lost consciousness, hanging limply like a lifeless fish.
“Ugh, how boring! That was barely any arrows! She passed out already? Is she faking it to escape punishment?”
Seeing Old Madam Chen’s head droop, Ye Jiamei pouted in disappointment.
“Mother, that old hag can’t handle any more torture, so let’s leave her be for now. But look, we still have two perfectly good targets left!”
“Yu Luo! No! Please! Don’t touch me! I’ll do anything! I’ll be your slave! I’ll work however you want, just don’t shoot me!”
“Miss, this girl is quite a beauty. Why not keep her around? If we ever open a brothel in our city, she could make a fortune!”
On the city walls, Chen Yu had just finished his night patrol and was leaning over to watch.
Seeing Yu Luo about to deal with Yu Meiyao, he couldn’t help but blurt out his thoughts.
After all, a beautiful girl like Yu Meiyao, with her seductive figure and delicate features, would surely be valuable in a brothel.
Hearing this, Yu Meiyao didn’t hesitate for a second.
“I-I agree! Yu Luo, please, don’t shoot me! I’ll do anything you ask!”
Chen Yu’s sudden interjection made Yu Luo’s expression darken.
She could understand that men who had spent years in exile without women might be desperate, but she expected better from those who worked for her.
Chen Yu was one of Storm’s most capable subordinates. Yu Luo had even considered grooming him for greater responsibilities.
But hearing his crude remark, his greedy expression as he eyed Yu Meiyao, deeply disappointed her.
And yet, what shocked Yu Luo even more was how easily Yu Meiyao agreed to it.
Even Lady Lan, who had been struggling in her bonds, looked utterly stunned, her face a mixture of shock and disappointment.
If they had been on the ground, Lady Lan would’ve slapped Yu Meiyao across the face right then and there.
Unfortunately, tied up as she was, all she could do was tremble with rage.
“My god, Yu Meiyao, you’re really that shameless? You’re actually willing to become a prostitute just to survive? If your father knew, do you think Yu Zhengqing would die of sheer fury?”
Ye Jiamei shook her head, clicking her tongue in disbelief.
“No! I just don’t want to get shot! As long as you spare me, I don’t care what I have to do! Yu Luo, Second Aunt, Uncle—please, just let me and my mother go! I’ll be your slave if that’s what it takes!”
“Heh, how utterly spineless. If you weren’t related to me by name, I’d have sold you off to a brothel in Feng City already. But you know what? This isn’t even fun anymore. I need to find a different way to punish you for stealing my crops.”
With that, Yu Luo snatched the crossbow from Ye Jiamei and fired a single shot straight into Yu Meiyao’s calf.
A bloodcurdling scream tore from Yu Meiyao’s lips as her face twisted in agony.
Even Lady Lan’s earlier anger faded as she watched her daughter writhing in pain. She wanted to beg for mercy, but before she could open her mouth—
An excruciating pain shot through her own leg as well.
“Pull these two up. There’s plenty of work that needs doing—shelling beans, husking corn. And we need someone to grind chili paste. I think Yu Meiyao’s limp will be perfect for that job.”
At first, Yu Meiyao and Lady Lan were relieved.
But before they could even savor that moment of hope, Yu Luo’s last words crushed them into utter despair.
“Miss, you’re too kind. But really, if you gifted these two to the brothers, they’d be even more grateful!”
Chen Yu eagerly signaled his men to haul the mother and daughter up.
But his thoughtless remark had already sealed his fate in Yu Luo’s mind.
