Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 134 Whose Child? (3)

Disaster victims.

This is the most terrifying assassin in the Yang family.

Nails, killers, disaster victims... So many methods were used on one person, even Luo Yuheng felt an urge to laugh. Perhaps she should feel honored, after all, the Yang family had actually mobilized such a large force to deal with her.

Even her brother, Emperor Ninghe, did not receive such treatment.

Thinking this, Luo Yuheng's lips curled into a smile.

Li Qingyue found it hard to understand: "You can still laugh?"

Luo Yuheng put down her teacup and picked up a ceramic tea canister on the table. Inside were curled, dark green tea leaves. She picked up a few leaves with her slender fingers and slowly rubbed them between her fingertips: "Tell me, how much do you think this tea can sell for?"

Li Qingyue frowned more and more: "Isn't it too late to think about selling tea now? Besides, even if you have money, you might not be able to buy grain near Songzhou now."

“By the time you buy grain from other places and transport it to Ningping, these disaster victims will probably already be… no…” Li Qingyue’s expression changed again. She knew that although Luo Yuheng usually acted carefree and seemed not to care about anything, she would never joke about the lives of disaster victims: “You’re not planning to sell tea, you are…”

"Are you planning to trade the tea recipe for grain?" Li Qingyue's throat bobbed. "This is a business worth millions a year. Are you willing to hand over the recipe?"

"Who in the vicinity of Songzhou Prefecture can provide enough grain to feed tens of thousands of people?"

"The Fang family, and... the Cui family?"

Luo Yuheng glanced at Li Qingyue with some surprise. Although he knew Li Qingyue was clever and quick-witted, his insight was still quite shocking. He hadn't expected this woman to react so quickly.

Pity.

“It’s not a recipe. In Yan’er’s words, it’s called exclusive sales rights.” Luo Yuheng sighed and leaned back in his chair. “The Luo family is responsible for production, and the tea and sugar produced are sold nationwide, and even throughout the Central Plains, by the Fang and Cui families.”

"This is a huge deal worth millions of taels of silver a year!" Li Qingyue couldn't help but gasp. To be able to offer a deal of this magnitude for exchange, such boldness was something that ordinary people couldn't possess.

"Yan'er said that no one person can earn all the money in the world."

“The Fang family has a stronger influence in the local area, and the Cui family has a more complete and extensive business channel. Although the Princess’s Mansion has a caravan, it is insignificant compared to the Fang and Cui families. If they want to start building channels from scratch, the cost would be far beyond what the Princess’s Mansion can afford.”

"In that case, exchanging money we can't earn for two allies is a good deal, isn't it?"

"Yan'er said that relationships based on intertwined interests are, in some ways, the strongest. As long as the Luo family can provide sugar and tea, and as long as they haven't mastered the recipes for tea and sugar, the Fang and Cui families won't just stand by and watch the Princess's mansion perish." Luo Yuheng said with a smile.

Yan'er, Yan'er, Yan'er...

They can't stop talking about it.

Li Qingyue was speechless. Just how satisfied was Luo Yuheng with her son-in-law?

Anyone who didn't know better would probably think Song Yan was the biological son.

With the resources and influence of the Cui and Fang families, providing food for tens of thousands of disaster victims would be no problem for them. The Yang family's painstakingly crafted plan was shattered because of Song Yan's arrangement. Li Qingyue was increasingly sensing the terrifying nature of this man, but unfortunately, within the Yang family, Luo Yuheng was still regarded as their greatest enemy.

She sighed, a look of melancholy on her face. She knew that her time to die was almost up.

Luo Yuheng lowered his eyelids, as if he understood this as well: "Now can you tell me why you betrayed me?"

Li Qingyue raised her eyes, glanced at Luo Yuheng, and then looked out the window. She seemed to be looking at a very, very far place, but unfortunately the window was blocked by curtains, and all she could see was darkness. After a long while, Li Qingyue withdrew her gaze somewhat forlornly, reached out and took off a hairpin from her head. The hairpin head was a special one, in the shape of a small chrysanthemum: "I suppose the chrysanthemums in my hometown will be blooming soon."

Luo Yuheng's beautiful eyes flickered slightly. The alpine chrysanthemum is a flower that grows exclusively in Langya.

Li Qingyue should be called... Yang Qingyue.

She is from the Yang family.

Thus, everything makes sense. Luo Yuheng couldn't imagine what kind of belief had sustained a daughter of the Yang family, allowing her to remain hidden by his side for over twenty years.

Perhaps the sudden death of the wet nurse back then was also a scheme by the Yang family.

Li… Yang Qingyue let out a soft sigh, looking down at the dagger in her hand, her fingers gently stroking the blade. It was sharp and should be able to easily cut open a throat.

Now that the steel plates on Luo Yuheng's body had been removed, the thought of ambushing him... only flashed through Yang Qingyue's mind briefly before being quickly suppressed. She knew it was impossible. Luo Yuheng dared to meet her like this because he had something to rely on; why should he die in such an undignified manner?
"call……"

"I've answered your question. Can you answer one of mine?" Yang Qingyue suddenly asked.

"can."

"Luo Tianshu, Luo Tianquan, Luo Tianyang... whose children are they? Yours, or..." A strange light flashed in Yang Qingyue's eyes. Even though she had stayed by Luo Yuheng's side for so many years, and although she had had doubts, she had never been able to get to the truth.

On the surface, both Luo Tianquan and Luo Tianyang are adopted.

Her investigation revealed that all the clues pointed to Luo Yuheng.

Luo Yuheng's relationship with her husband was extremely bad; she had never even shared a room with him. These children all seemed to be Luo Yuheng's illegitimate children.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Luo Yuheng let out a heavy breath. After a few moments of silence, Luo Yuheng slowly spoke: "Mine."

"They are all my children."

Yang Qingyue smiled with some relief.

Sure enough.

In this way, at least my years of investigation have not been in vain.

Yang Qingyue pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately gave up and picked up the dagger, holding it to her neck.

This time, there was no hesitation whatsoever.

With a hiss, the sharp blade sliced ​​through the throat.

A jet of blood spurted out, instantly filling the room with a thick, pungent stench of blood.

Humans are very resilient. Even if their throats are cut, they won't die immediately. Yang Qingyue's throat made a strange gurgling sound, and the color drained from her face quickly.

His eyes, however, gleamed with an eerie light, fixed intently on Luo Yuheng.
"Don't... think you've won!"

Some blood seemed to have flowed into his lungs through the ruptured trachea, making his voice exceptionally hoarse.

Suffocation caused a strange bluish-purple tinge to appear on Yang Qingyue's face. The feeling of being on the verge of death was unpleasant. After about a minute, Yang Qingyue's body could no longer bear it and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

She wasn't dead yet; her body was still twitching instinctively.

That appearance was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Just then... creak.

The door was pushed open.

A figure walked in from outside: "Master, you're awake... I've made you a calming soup..."

"Ah ah ah ah..."

(End of this chapter)