Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 135 The Second Nail (Bonus Chapter for Yong Su's Alliance Leader)

"Ah ah ah ah..."

A piercing scream echoed through the bedroom.

The woman at the door seemed terrified by Li Qingyue's blood-covered, convulsing body; she turned pale and staggered backward.

He shuddered, and the soup bowl he was holding fell to the ground.

With a crack, it shattered into pieces.

The scalding soup splashed everywhere, creating layers of steam.

This calming soup must have been carefully prepared. I wonder what ingredients were used. Although it looks light, it has a rich aroma. It's a real pity that it was broken like this.

The scream also woke up the guards outside. A large number of guards rushed to the door, but since it was their master's bedroom, they didn't dare to go in. Their faces were full of anxiety.

Suddenly, the bedroom became noisy and chaotic.

On the ground, Yang Qingyue seemed to still have some consciousness. Her body, which had quickly lost its strength, slowly writhed, like a worm covered in blood. She seemed to hear Zhang Yan's screams, and her head turned little by little, towards Zhang Yan's direction.

The next instant, their scarlet eyes met.

"what……"

Another piercing scream rang out, and Zhang Yan's eyes rolled back as she fainted. Her head slammed against the steps with a thud. Luo Yuheng sighed helplessly. Li Qingyue had been with her for some time, and now that she had betrayed her and died, she felt somewhat depressed. However, seeing Zhang Yan's unfortunate state, her depression inexplicably dissipated.

"Everyone, go out." Luo Yuheng waved her hand, and all the guards at the door left. Only then did she close the door again: "Yan'er, come out and check on Zhang Yan. Don't let anything happen to her too."

The wardrobe creaked open the next second, and Song Yan and Luo Tianyi emerged from inside.

After dealing with the widow assassin, the two of them together sent the widow to the Luo family's dungeon. Then, according to their pre-arranged plan, they hid in Luo Yuheng's bedroom. Their purpose, of course, was to protect Luo Yuheng's safety and prevent any accidents from happening.

That's why Luo Yuheng dared to remove the steel plates from his body.

Song Yan stretched her arms slightly. Although Luo Yuheng's wardrobe was not small, it was still a bit of a stretch to fit two people in. They could only maintain one position with difficulty inside the wardrobe. Song Yan didn't even dare to make any big movements, for fear of accidentally bumping into her sister-in-law next to her.

If he accidentally touched any sensitive areas, things could get really bad. He didn't want to be chased by his sister-in-law with a sword. After all, this second young lady, Luo Tianyi, was capable of splitting a rockery in two with a single sword strike. With his current meager strength, he was probably no match for her. There were clearly other places where he could hide, like on top of the wardrobe or under the bed. Who knew what this second young lady was thinking, insisting on following him into the wardrobe? Was it so comfortable there?

He glanced at Luo Tianyi out of the corner of his eye. Her expression was normal. He couldn't help but chuckle. She was a girl and she didn't care. He was the one who was hesitating and worrying. He was being a bit fussy.

Song Yan walked over to Zhang Yan, who was lying on the ground, squatted down, and placed his fingers on Zhang Yan's wrist. Soon, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Immediately, he secretly picked up a little bit of the calming soup that had been spilled on the ground, brought it to his nose, and took a light sniff. Then Song Yan smiled and stood up: "It's nothing serious, I just fell and passed out."

"He should wake up after resting for a while."

"Mother, let's discuss how to retaliate." Song Yan sighed and said in a deep voice, "The Yang family actually dared to send assassins to carry out the assassination. We can't just let it go like this. If we don't teach the Yang family a lesson, I'm afraid they will become even more ruthless."

Luo Yuheng was taken aback and looked at Song Yan with some suspicion. He quickly followed up on Song Yan's words and said, "That's true, but... who should we target? There are just too many members of the Yang family."

“I think Yang Siqi is a good target.” Song Yan smiled and said, “I heard that he is the most promising among the younger generation of the Yang family. He is also a student at Bailu Academy and is as famous as Song Zhe. Moreover, he is the son of Yang Guochen, the Minister of Rites, and the grandson of Yang Hetong, the Grand Secretary. He is almost being groomed by the Yang family as the next successor. If we can get rid of him, it will definitely be a huge blow to the Yang family.”

"As for assassins, I happen to know one. He usually hides in the city as a butcher, but in reality, he is a martial artist with the strength of a ninth-rank. He is known as the 'Zhen Guanxi' and has few rivals in Ningguo. Even with so many guards around Yang Siqi, there is no way he could stop her."

“I have done him a favor, so I think it wouldn’t be a problem for him to kill one person.”

Luo Yuheng nodded: "In that case, you can make the arrangements."

Song Yan responded and opened the door, calling two guards to take Zhang Yan back to her room. When there was no one else in the room, Luo Yuheng's expression turned serious again: "Yan'er, what just happened?"

Song Yan exhaled, glanced at the supplies on the ground, and slowly said, "This soup is poisoned!"

In an instant, both Luo Tianyi and Luo Yuheng's expressions changed.

Song Yan already had a rough idea of ​​what was going on: Zhang Yan and Yang Qingyue were both spies planted by the Yang family, but neither of them knew the other's identity. Yang Qingyue had sent Zhang Yan away to prepare to assassinate Luo Yuheng.

Zhang Yan took the opportunity to enter the kitchen and brewed a calming soup. However, she probably did not expect that when she entered Luo Yuheng's bedroom again, she would see Yang Qingyue lying on the ground covered in blood. Not knowing what had happened, and worried about an accident, she decided to temporarily abandon her plan to poison Luo Yuheng.

Then, pretending to be so frightened that he broke the calming soup in his hand, he deliberately fainted on the soup, using his clothes to carry away most of the evidence. Even if some remained, it would be quickly absorbed by the ground, leaving no way to prove his innocence.

That's quite a clever tactic.

Song Yan felt a lingering fear. In their previous analysis and arrangements, there was no second culprit, and Zhang Yan was the gentle and frail type, making it difficult to suspect her. If Zhang Yan hadn't been cautious by nature and hadn't voluntarily abandoned the poisoning plan, Luo Yuheng probably wouldn't have suspected anything. Once poisoned, even if Song Yan knew how to treat it, with the medical conditions of this era, it was probably too late to save her.

Luo Yuheng's face darkened. She had always treated the people who had been by her side very well, but who would have thought that two of her four remaining personal maids would want to kill her?

"Back in the palace, it was I who saved her." A soft sigh, tinged with sadness.

“Perhaps this is a pre-arranged play.” Song Yan shrugged. “The Yang family probably uses this method to plant their spies around you.”

"In short, the Princess's residence does not seem as peaceful as it appears on the surface. It has been infiltrated quite a bit. It would be better to investigate when we have time. For now, let Yu Shuang stay with Mother."

Luo Yuheng nodded slightly, and after a few breaths, he looked at Song Yan again: "You don't really want to kill Yang Siqi, do you? The most favored and most promising grandson of the Yang family is not someone who can be killed easily."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Of course."

"Mother, what do you think the Yang family's reaction would be if they knew this news?"

Luo Yuheng pondered for a moment: "On one hand, send letters to Yang Siqi, Yang Hetong, and Yang Guochen, who are far away in Dongling, and tell them to be careful. On the other hand, send experts from within the clan to Dongling to provide support."

"Only a ninth-rank martial artist can deal with a ninth-rank martial artist."

"Currently, the Yang family doesn't have many ninth-grade martial artists. There are only two on the surface. One of them is currently in seclusion trying to break through to the Grandmaster level, so he probably won't act easily. That means it can only be the other one, Yang Guoli!"

Song Yan's smile grew even wider: "Then, what if I wanted to eat this ninth-rank martial artist?"

Luo Yuheng looked somewhat surprised, as if he hadn't expected Song Yan to be so ambitious. How could a mere second-grade martial artist dare to dream of swallowing a ninth-grade martial artist? Was he just dreaming?

"I can't do it." She shook her head.

Song Yan turned his gaze to the female knight standing beside him with her sword in her lap: "What about Tianyi?"

"We may not be able to win, and even if we do, it will be difficult to kill them. If a ninth-rank martial artist wants to escape, we can't stop him."

Song Yan placed a dark, stick-like object on the table: "And what about adding this..."

That's... a hand grenade.

Ultimately, she would retaliate; passively taking a beating wasn't Song Yan's style.

The loss of a ninth-rank martial artist would be a huge blow even to a power like the Yang family.

Moreover, according to the intelligence gathered by Luo Tianshu, the Yang family is not content with their lot. They do not want their plans of the past one or two decades to fall apart. Recently, they seem to have been frequently contacting Song Huai, Song Yi, Song Jing, Song Zhe, and others, as if they want to choose one of them as their new target.

As for these brothers, in order to gain the support of the Yang family and increase their chances of inheriting the dukedom, they would not refuse the Yang family's overtures and would even take the initiative to demonstrate their own value.

It seems that Song Zhe is behind this large-scale migration of refugees to Ningping.

This prodigy of the Song family is as vicious as ever.

I heard that Song Zhe is preparing to participate in next year's imperial examination, hoping to become the top scholar and then enter officialdom!

Thinking of Song Zhe, a hint of coldness appeared in Song Yan's eyes.

He was the most disgusting and vicious murderer in his mother's death.

(End of this chapter)