Chapter 237: You Still Have the Nerve to Jump Around?
The moment Yu Luo spoke, those who had been too afraid to get involved suddenly felt an itch of curiosity clawing at them.
Logically speaking, when burying someone back home, even with a coffin, they wouldn’t dig this deep—so why had Chang Huilan and the others gone to such lengths?
Even in this wilderness, with limited tools, how did they manage to dig a full two meters deep into the rocky ground for Old Madam Chen’s burial?
Something felt off.
“This isn’t right! The soil underneath is old—meaning, they never actually dug this deep before!”
The moment Yu Luo pointed this out, Ye Jiamei and Yu Haojie rushed to the edge of the pit, craning their necks to get a better look.
Even though Ye Jiamei wasn’t an expert on soil composition, she could instantly tell something was wrong.
The murmurs around them grew louder. More and more people, eager for gossip, crowded around the pit.
As everyone speculated, Xiao Yi, the master of digging, continued furiously burrowing—carving out another half-meter in record time.
“My god… there’s no body here! Is it possible that Old Madam Chen was never buried in the first place?”
“Xiao Luo, tell your Xiao Yi to stop! It’s already almost three meters deep—this is obviously old soil! There’s nothing here! Do we really need to keep digging?”
Yu Qiang’s voice jolted everyone.
Gasps and murmurs exploded around the crowd, and Yu Luo’s smirk grew even wider.
“Xiao Yi, get up. No need to waste effort.”
Hearing his master’s command, Xiao Yi immediately stopped, turned around, and used its claws and tail to scale the pit’s edge, swiftly climbing out.
Meanwhile, across the clearing, Yu Zhengqing’s face turned pale once again.
His emotions were in turmoil.
As much as he hated to admit it—he felt relief.
Yet beneath that relief, a rage boiled inside him.
Not towards Yu Luo.
Not towards the exiles whispering around them.
But towards his own stupidity.
Yu Xiaoran stood frozen, unable to process what was happening.
His grandmother’s body was missing.
Then… where was she?
“Father, I’ll go check.”
His voice was strained, his emotions a conflicted mess.
Like his father, he wasn’t just angry—he was ashamed.
How could they have been so blind?
Just as he turned to leave, Yu Zhengqing grabbed his arm, stopping him in place.
“Father?”
“Take me with you.”
Though he could barely stand, Yu Zhengqing’s voice was filled with steel determination.
Yu Xiaoran hesitated, then nodded. Supporting his injured father, they walked toward the pit.
Behind them, Lady Lan, Yu Meiyao, and Yu Xiaoxuan watched in horror.
Their pulses raced.
They wanted to stop them.
They needed to stop them.
Even the usually calm Yu Xiaoyun, barely eight years old, instinctively gripped his mother’s hand—his small face etched with fear.
“What do we do?!”
Lady Lan’s voice trembled.
“If your father finds out the truth—what do we do?!”
She was terrified.
She was just a concubine.
And she had been dragged into this by force.
She had never wanted to be involved in this scheme!
“I don’t know… but we can’t panic yet.”
Though her face was pale, Yu Meiyao gritted her teeth.
She was just as frightened as her mother, but fear wouldn’t save them now.
They needed a plan.
They needed to redirect their father’s rage—or they would all pay the price.
But no matter how slow time felt, Yu Zhengqing and Yu Xiaoran eventually reached the pit.
As their figures loomed over the edge, Yu Meiyao couldn’t hold back anymore.
She ran forward.
She had to act fast.
“This—this can’t be happening…!”
Clutching his chest wound, Yu Zhengqing’s breath hitched.
He could barely breathe.
His mind spun.
And just as he was about to speak—
A figure shoved through the crowd, bursting into the clearing.
“NO! This is YOUR doing, Yu Luo! You must have moved my grandmother’s body before digging up the grave!”
Silence.
Yu Luo blinked.
Then… she laughed.
Everyone—Yu Zhengqing, Yu Xiaoran, even Yu Haojie and Ye Jiamei—all turned their heads toward Yu Meiyao.
Their gazes were cold.
“You—why are you all staring at me?! Yu Luo, you murdered my grandmother! Stop pretending! What, do you think that by hiding the body, then digging up the grave in front of everyone, my father and brother will believe you? That they’ll think my grandmother’s death was suspicious?!”
Yu Meiyao was breathless—her voice raw with anger.
Yu Luo… grinned.
“You still have the nerve to run your mouth?”
The smirk on Yu Luo’s face widened.
“I almost forgot about you. Thanks for reminding me.”
Without hesitation—she raised her crossbow.
The sharp tip of the bolt was aimed directly at Yu Meiyao’s chest.
“NO!”
The trigger clicked—
The crowd scattered, fleeing in all directions.
They wanted no part of Yu Luo’s wrath.
Just as the bolt was about to pierce Yu Meiyao’s chest, a shadow lunged forward—
Tackling Yu Meiyao to the ground.
A scream rang out.
A bolt embedded itself in the dirt just inches away.
Yu Luo sighed.
She had been merciful.
But these people?
They kept pushing her.
Again and again.
She refused to let them trample over her.
If she allowed them to continue, they would only become bigger obstacles in her future plans.
For a moment—Yu Meiyao thought she was dead.
She had seen the crossbow fire—felt her body hit the ground—
Yet… she was still alive.
She turned her head slightly, her body still tangled with the person who had saved her.
It was Lady Lan.
Lady Lan’s arms shook, her face ashen.
But Yu Meiyao barely had time to process this—Because Yu Luo was already stepping forward again.
“You think I’m guilty?”
Her voice was low, amused.
She slowly reloaded her crossbow, pointing it at Yu Meiyao’s forehead.
“Why stop at just you?”
Yu Meiyao stiffened.
“If you think I’m guilty—then why don’t I prove it?”
Her smile sharpened.
“Should I just kill all of you?”
She tilted her head.
“Maybe then… my family will finally have peace.”
