Chapter 233: Digging Up an Ancestral Grave? That’s Asking for a Lightning Strike!
“Why should I admit to something I didn’t do? Do you really expect me, Yu Luo, to take the blame for something I never did?”
Yu Luo sneered, her gaze snapping toward Yu Yingying, who had shouted at her. Suddenly, her expression shifted into one of realization.
“Oh! Now I remember! Back in the Marquis’s estate, you used to cause trouble all the time and then frame me for it. So, this time, you’re just trying to pull the same trick again, aren’t you?!”
“Shut up! Why would I frame you? What, are you going to claim that I killed Grandmother just to set you up?”
Yu Yingying blurted out the words in a panic—exactly what Yu Luo had been waiting for.
Yu Luo smirked. This girl really is an idiot. A little provocation, and she falls right into the trap.
“That’s right! Now, I seriously suspect that’s exactly what happened. I want your blind father to see just how badly he’s misjudged the situation. I want Yu Zhengqing to take a good look at the kind of women and children he has raised—heartless enough to use their own grandmother’s death as a weapon!”
“You’re lying! You damned curse-bringer! Stop trying to sow discord! Just because you’ve learned to talk your way out of things doesn’t mean we’re afraid of you!”
The more Yu Luo spoke, the more panicked the Yu’s family women and Yu Xiaoxuan became.
They couldn’t even fathom how Yu Zhengqing would react if he ever learned the truth. He had been utterly consumed by rage over Old Madam Chen’s death, going so far as to get himself severely injured in an attempt to avenge her. He still hadn’t recovered.
The mere thought of it made Yu Meiyao snap. She could no longer hold back and yelled at Yu Luo.
“I never said you had to be afraid of me. There’s no reason for you to be afraid… unless you have something to hide?”
“Shut up! Get out, Yu Luo! Our family affairs are none of your concern! Mark my words—my grandmother will become a vengeful spirit and haunt you for the rest of your life!”
Yu Yingying shrieked hysterically.
She wanted to stand up, but she couldn’t. Even if she leaned on the stone wall to push herself up, she refused to let Yu Luo see her looking so weak and pitiful.
She wanted to charge at Yu Luo and slice off one of her legs.
She wanted Ye Jiamei to watch her daughter become crippled, just like she had.
She wanted to destroy Yu Luo’s beautiful face, make it even more horrifying than Yu Xiangxiang’s ruined features—make sure Yu Luo never dared to appear before her again.
But the five guards behind Yu Luo were like statues of ice-cold death.
At their sharp glares, Yu Yingying hesitated.
Seeing Yu Yingying’s outburst, Chang Huilan and Yu Xiaoxuan followed suit, raising their voices to curse and drive Yu Luo away.
Yu Luo lazily crossed her arms and leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, watching them panic yet not daring to lift a finger against her.
The more they acted like cornered rats, the more she enjoyed herself.
“Enough! Shut up!”
The furious roar from Yu Zhengqing silenced the entire cave.
Even Yu Luo’s ears finally found peace.
She would deal with these slanderous fools soon enough. Every debt—old and new—would be settled, with interest.
The louder they screamed now, the more satisfying it would be when she tore their masks off and exposed their ugly truths.
“Father, don’t tell me… don’t tell me you actually believe this wretched girl?”
Yu Yingying gasped, her voice trembling with an affected sadness.
Tears welled in her eyes as she lifted her chin, looking at her father with a sorrowful expression.
Yu Zhengqing turned to see his daughter’s pitiful face, and his heart twisted.
His once-proud, arrogant daughter, once a noble lady of the Marquis’s estate, was now a broken woman.
“Yingying, I didn’t say I believed her. But since she’s come here, I want to see how far she’ll go to lie her way out of this. I want to see just how she plans to justify herself.”
At those words, Yu Yingying immediately dropped the act.
She roughly wiped away her tears and, without missing a beat, turned back to Yu Luo, her anger renewed.
“Father! Why even listen to her? Just tell her to get lost! Tell her to leave!”
“Yu Yingying, you know better than anyone whether I’m lying. You’re the one trying to make me leave in a panic—isn’t that because you’re guilty?
I’m not here to convince Yu Zhengqing of anything. I’m here to rip off your masks and expose your disgusting faces to everyone!”
With that, Yu Luo turned to her guards and smiled.
“Go ahead. Start digging.”
“Yes, Miss!”
The five guards turned and left the cave.
Yu Luo remained inside, her expression calm and confident as she gazed around the room, as if telling them all: Just wait and see.
The Yu’s family women, who had been so sure Yu Luo wouldn’t find anything, suddenly began to panic.
Even Yu Xiaoxuan, watching the guards march away, felt a wave of unease and hurried to follow them.
He didn’t know what Yu Luo planned to do to prove her innocence, but an inexplicable fear gripped him.
“Yu Zhengqing, if your mother was really shot three times in the chest with my short bow, then digging up her body will prove it.”
Yu Luo’s eyes gleamed coldly as she turned to look directly at Yu Zhengqing.
Her words sent a jolt of shock through everyone in the cave.
Even Yu Zhengqing’s face twisted in disbelief.
“Yu Luo, you lunatic! You’re going to dig up my grandmother’s grave?! Why don’t you just go to hell?!”
Yu Yingying shrieked, her voice breaking.
She couldn’t stand, so she slammed her fists against the blanket covering her lap, her eyes burning red with fury.
Chang Huilan no longer cared about appearances—she bolted out of the cave, desperate to stop the guards.
Lady Lan and Yu Meiyao were too stunned to move, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.
Yu Luo’s words had left them completely paralyzed with fear.
No.
It wasn’t just shock— it was sheer terror.
Never in their wildest dreams had they thought Yu Luo would dare to do something so outrageous.
Digging up someone’s ancestral grave— wasn’t that asking for divine punishment?!
Yet Yu Luo was actually going through with it!
