Chapter 232: How Many Times Have You Practiced This Lie?
Right— only Yu Zhengqing and Yu Xiaoran had gone to Feng City. That meant that whoever planned Old Madam Chen’s death and framed their family must have included Yu Xiaoran as well.
Realizing this, Yu Luo glanced at Yu Xiaoran with even more contempt.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you really are stupid. You’re only two years younger than your older brother, yet you haven’t learned an ounce of his intelligence. If I were you, I would never be making threats at a time like this. Because, who knows? I could kill you right now— and then you’d never get the chance to take revenge on me.”
“Hah, what a fool. A wise man adapts to the circumstances, but clearly, you don’t understand that. Miss, why waste words on an idiot? I can kill him for you right now. That way, he won’t come back to disgust you later,” one of the guards behind Yu Luo sneered.
Yu Luo turned and frowned slightly at the guard who had spoken.
It wasn’t because she was unhappy with him speaking up— rather, she still hadn’t fully remembered their names yet.
Hearing the guard’s words, the expressions of the Yu family members changed drastically.
“Yu Luo! What are you trying to do? Are you really going to turn on your own family and kill them?”
Chang Huilan panicked, rushing forward to shield her younger son, her eyes filled with both fear and rage as she glared at Yu Luo.
Their family had three martial artists, but even so, in this situation, how could they possibly be a match for Yu Luo and her men?
Her husband and eldest son were both highly skilled, yet when they went to confront Yu Luo, they had ended up in a miserable state. Now, her husband was still injured. How could her younger son possibly stand a chance?
Lady Lan, shielding Yu Xiaojun, had already huddled in a corner with Yu Meiyao, too afraid to make a sound— as if speaking would cause Yu Luo to redirect her anger onto them.
Watching Chang Huilan desperately protect her son, Yu Luo laughed.
“Now you’re scared? But when you framed us for murdering Old Madam Chen, you weren’t afraid at all, were you?”
“Yu Luo! My grandmother is already dead. Your family’s grudge should have vanished with her! What more do you want? Haven’t you already seen our family fall to ruin? Isn’t that enough for you?”
Yu Yingying, sitting on the ground, was terrified that someone might slip up and expose the truth. She quickly spoke up, her voice sharp as she questioned Yu Luo.
Her frail body, wrapped in a thin blanket, was visibly thinner than before. Her once-sweet, youthful appearance had completely vanished.
Watching this wretched woman, Yu Luo couldn’t help but laugh. Even now, she was still clinging to this story, trying to frame her.
“Alright then. You say I killed Old Madam Chen— tell me exactly how I did it.”
“You used that short bow to shoot my grandmother in the chest! She was struck by three arrows and died on the spot!”
Yu Yingying answered instantly, even detailing the entire process.
She was far too practiced— it was obvious she had rehearsed this lie countless times.
“Okay, let me ask you again— are you absolutely sure that I personally shot Old Madam Chen with my short bow?”
“Yes! It was you! You and your father, Yu Haojie! And Lady Ye was watching the whole time! The three of you are all monsters! You took advantage of my father and brother’s absence to finally get your revenge! How cruel you are! Even if Grandmother didn’t like you three, she still raised you in the Marquis’s estate and never threw you out. But you! You were heartless and killed her anyway!”
Yu Luo’s smile widened.
Yu Yingying was getting more and more into her performance, her voice rising in an emotional crescendo.
Her bloodshot eyes were filled with rage, her teeth clenched as if she wanted to claw her way out of the blanket and rip Yu Luo apart with her bare hands.
But the angrier Yu Yingying got, the more Yu Luo’s amusement grew.
Watching Yu Luo’s increasingly bright smile, Lady Lan and Chang Huilan suddenly felt an ominous chill run down their spines.
Something was wrong.
Why was Yu Luo still smiling? Shouldn’t she be arguing back? Why wasn’t she refuting the accusation?
Could it be… she had actually come with so many people to kill them all?
At that thought, the two women tensed up, their wariness rising.
“Yu Luo! Don’t go too far! You killed my mother-in-law— now, do you really plan to kill us too?
At the Marquis’s estate, we never mistreated your family!” Chang Huilan blurted out, trying to reason with her.
“That’s right, that’s right! Xiao Luo, we have no real grudges between us! No matter what, my husband and your father share the same blood!” Lady Lan chimed in anxiously.
They had misunderstood Yu Luo’s intentions— but even in their panic, they still tried to push the blame onto her.
Yu Luo burst out laughing.
“Why are you so nervous? If I really wanted to kill you, I had plenty of chances during our exile. Of course, I wouldn’t do that! My life is wonderful right now. I live in a grand estate, have servants waiting on me, and enjoy a life of comfort and luxury— a thousand times better than living in the Marquis’s estate. I want you to stay in this cave and watch us live well. I want you to seethe with jealousy and resentment, knowing you’ll never have what we do. Why would I kill you when I can enjoy watching you suffer?”
Her smug expression and sarcastic tone sent chills through everyone in the cave.
“Then why did you bring so many people here today? What exactly do you want?”
Yu Xiaoxuan was furious, realizing Yu Luo had just been toying with them.
Just moments ago, he had been filled with dread.
It wasn’t just the fact that Yu Luo had brought a group of powerful fighters— it was that her short bow alone was enough to end them.
If she fired, they wouldn’t be able to dodge.
Yu Luo ignored him, lazily shifting her gaze to Yu Zhengqing, who had been glaring at her with deep hatred.
“My dear Eldest Uncle, you heard it yourself just now. Yu Yingying claims I used a short bow to kill that old hag, Old Madam Chen. I came here today to show you the truth.”
At those words, everyone’s expressions changed.
Even Yu Xiaoran and Yu Zhengqing, who had been watching her coldly, visibly stiffened.
“Yu Luo! Stop trying to twist the facts! Do you think you can just talk your way out of this? My grandmother died by your hand! If you have any honor at all, admit to what you’ve done! Besides, you have the numbers advantage right now— we can’t stop you! So just be honest for once!”
Yu Xiaoran sneered, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to act defiant.
