Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 342 The Sister-in-Law's Sword (5,000 words)
In the late afternoon at Dongling, the temperature is quite pleasant if the sun is out, and a breeze dispels some of the coolness.

Yang Hetong held a cup of fragrant tea. Song Yan's rise to power had been far too rapid. Perhaps when he first sensed Song Yan's danger, he should have dealt with him decisively. Now, however, it was too late. But Yang Hetong wasn't overly concerned. After all, before a behemoth like the Yang family, even if Song Yan was granted the title of Marquis of Champion, he was merely a tiny ant. It was just that as Emperor Ninghe gradually relinquished power, the Yang family could no longer do as they pleased.

His tone was unhurried: "Then Marquis Anning, Zhao Gaizhi, can also be used."

Yang Siqi frowned slightly: "What does this matter have to do with Marquis Anning?" He didn't know how Marquis Anning got involved. He just looked down on that person. Although he was a marquis, he had no real power and was one of the less respectable relatives of the Yang family.

"Yesterday at noon, when Song Yan and Fang Hai were heading to the capital, Zhao Feng drove his car, carrying Luo Jingxuan, Fan Zehao, Qian Chen, and Lou Yanbo, and rammed into Song Yan and Fang Hai, probably intending to kill Song Yan directly... It's a pity. If Zhao Feng had actually managed to kill Song Yan, it would have been a testament to his skill. In the end, his two horses had their heads smashed open, and he himself ended up in a sorry state."

Yang Jingshuo also became interested: "I didn't know there was such a thing. How is it handled?"

"Luo Jingxuan pleaded for Zhao Feng, and after he received a few slaps, the matter was over." Yang Hetong blew on the tender leaves floating on his teacup, a hint of regret in his eyes.

This tea is truly excellent; its flavor is far superior to that of the tea soup.

Unfortunately, Luo Yuheng is currently in charge of production, and the Fang and Cui families source and sell the goods from him, making huge profits. It would be great if the Yang family could also get a share of the pie. Although the Yang family is wealthy, no one complains about having too little money. If they can't find new avenues for business, even the Yang family will inevitably decline.

He could tell that the tea making process was not difficult, but it was hard to figure out exactly how the tea was processed just by looking at the tea leaves. Although he had arranged for people to try to infiltrate Luo Yuheng's tea workshop, Luo Yuheng, Luo Tianshu, and Luo Tianquan all attached great importance to the tea workshop and had to carefully screen everyone. Most of the people he arranged were stopped.

Yang Siqi's voice rang out again: "Are we just going to let it go like this? This is not in line with Song Yan's character. Based on the information we have so far, Song Yan should be a person who holds grudges."

Yang Hetong snapped out of his thoughts, smiled and nodded: "Yes, that's why Zhao Feng died."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jingshuo and Yang Siqi both raised their eyebrows, their eyes finally showing a hint of interest.

"Song Yan killed him?"

"It should be. According to the message sent back by the people planted in the Marquis of Anning’s mansion, this morning, when Shuxuan and Zhao Feng did not have their meal, they went to the backyard to call for someone. When they arrived at the backyard, they found that the two maids that Shuxuan had brought from the Yang family had died. When they opened the door, their bedroom was filled with blood."

"The bed, the blankets, the floor, the walls were all stained bright red, and there was even minced meat hanging on them."

"Their bodies were almost chopped into mincemeat."

"Only the severed heads were not damaged much, and their identities could still be vaguely discerned."

"I heard that the heads were found together with the heads of two maids, forming a small mound of heads."

hiss!
Yang Siqi and Yang Jingshuo both gasped in surprise.

Even Yang Guoli couldn't help but open his eyes.

Meat sauce?

Minced meat?

Was his head chopped off too?

Just by listening to Yang Hetong's words, one can imagine how bloody the scene must have been.

Then the two nodded, which seemed to be Song Yan's doing. This guy is a ruthless killer, but he really likes to build mounds of skulls. He even has to build a mound of four heads. There's definitely something wrong with his head.

Then I thought of Yang Shuxuan's death.

Yang Shuxuan was Yang Hexin's daughter. Although their relationship wasn't particularly close, she was still considered a direct descendant of the Yang family. Her murder left everyone looking rather grim.

"The Marquis of Anning dotes on Zhao Feng to an extreme degree. Is he going to go crazy this time?"

Yang Hetong also sighed: "That's right. I heard that after Zhao Gaizhi saw this scene, he went crazy. If it weren't for the many people holding him back, he probably would have chopped off the heads of everyone who came to comfort him. He wailed and cursed Song Yan in the courtyard for almost half an hour. Then, he took two boxes containing the two people's heads and left Anning Prefecture. He should have gone to the Prefect of Dongling Prefecture to file a complaint against Song Yan."

"What a fool," Yang Siqi sneered. "What's the use of going to Dongling Prefecture? Would the Prefect of Dongling dare to offend a Marquis of Champion who is currently favored by the Emperor? Besides, that guy is from the Fang family. Why don't we help him out? Let's make this matter as big as possible, until everyone in Dongling City knows about it, and then join forces with some censors and officials to impeach him?"

“It’s not very useful.” Yang Hetong shook his head: “As long as Emperor Ninghe protects him, no one can take Song Yan’s life.”

“At least it will ruin Song Yan’s reputation. Such a lawless person will inevitably be ostracized by all officials and nobles, which is a good thing for us.” Yang Siqi thought for a moment, “We can also allocate some resources to Zhao Gaizhi.”

“I think if Emperor Ninghe wants to appease the situation, he will grant Marquis Anning some substantial power as a gesture of reassurance. We should try to help him climb higher, and it would be even better if he could hold some military power. The Zhao family has now run out of descendants, and Marquis Anning’s hatred for Song Yan is extreme. The higher he climbs, the more useful he will be as a pawn.”

Yang Hetong nodded: "That makes sense. You can go and make the arrangements for this matter."

As for Zhao Feng and Yang Shuxuan, the idea that they were chopped into mincemeat by Zhao Gaizhi himself never crossed my mind.

……

Zhao Gaizhi left Wangjiang Tower early.

About half an hour later, Song Yan, having eaten and drunk his fill, left Wangjiang Tower and headed to the Fang family's residence.

A little further ahead, another figure arrived at the gate of the Fang residence. It was a woman with fair skin, a beautiful face, and long legs. Her features were exquisite; while one might not say she was stunningly beautiful, it would certainly be an exaggeration to call her a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently in the breeze.

She wore a snow-white long dress that accentuated the shapely and slender silhouette of her legs.

She was truly a beauty in the eyes of men.

However, for some reason, this stunningly beautiful woman looked rather disheveled at this moment. It seemed as if she had just been crying, as her eyes were red and swollen. Traces of tears could still be faintly seen on her face. When she reached the Fang family's door, her delicate nose was twitching, making the Fang family's doorkeeper feel a pang of pity for her.

As one of the most prestigious families in Ningguo, the Fang family had many daughters, whether born of the principal wife or a concubine. While it's hard to say that every one of them was exceptionally beautiful, it's certainly impossible to find one who was ugly. Yet, among all those daughters, none could compare to the woman before him. She was elegant, noble, charming, and alluring, yet the teardrops on her eyelashes revealed a hint of pitifulness.

A quality that could not possibly coexist seemed to be perfectly blended in this woman.

Looking at the gate before her, Ziyu still felt wronged. She, the Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect, had been poisoned by two Grandmaster-level martial artists before she could even make a move, simply because she harbored murderous intent towards someone. Who could she complain to? Just then, she heard a voice from in front of her. It was Na Menzi. Seeing Ziyu standing there blankly at the gate, he couldn't help but ask, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Song Yan." Taking a deep breath, Zi Yu suppressed her grievances and said in a low voice.

Song Yan? Young Master Song?

Tsk.

The doorman looked Ziyu up and down. He had long heard that Young Master Song was a promising young man, but his tastes were a bit strange. He didn't like girls his own age or younger than him, but preferred older ones. The woman in front of him looked to be several years older than Young Master Song.

Thinking of this, the doorman's eyes became ambiguous: "I'm sorry, Young Master Song is not currently at the Fang residence."

If she gives birth to a son or daughter, she will be completely detoxified... Ziyu took Luo Tianxuan's threat to heart.

She doesn't actually care much about these things.

As a saintess, Ziyu frequently appears in the Jade Garden, but not just anyone can easily touch her body; she remains a virgin to this day. However, being from the Joyful Union Sect, she has been taught the art of seducing men since childhood. She dislikes the Hundred Flowers Mirror and the fact that her sisters in the Joyful Union Sect wear shackles around their necks, but that doesn't mean she hates men.

To be forced to bear a child for a man was, in Yu Ziyu's eyes, a humiliation, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't afford to offend two Grandmasters, not just her, but the entire Hehuan Sect. Faced with the threat of two Grandmasters, simply giving birth to a child to regain her freedom was, in Yu Ziyu's eyes, a negligible price.

But now that she's already offered herself up, where is Song Yan? Zi Yu felt a little irritated, her brows furrowed, and she was also somewhat displeased. How long was he going to humiliate her like this? Just then, another voice suddenly rang out, this time a woman's voice, cold and clear, like frost cracking: "What do you want with my brother-in-law?" "I want to have a baby for your brother-in-law."

Ziyu, who was feeling wronged by herself, was thinking about having a baby. If all went well, she would get pregnant this month, and by October or November, she should be able to regain her freedom. She could endure ten months... Thinking this, she suddenly heard someone ask her a question. Before she could react, she blurted out what she was thinking.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body shivered, and an inexplicable chill seemed to descend as if a heavy snow had fallen from the sky.

Still a little dazed, Ziyu looked up and saw a beautiful young woman standing in front of the doorman. Her pure face was flawless, her body slender and tall, and she held a long sword in her arms. Her beautiful eyes revealed a chilling coldness, and her pretty face seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost... No, not just seemingly, it really was.

With a soft cracking sound, the icy white frost spread rapidly across the ground, sweeping towards Ziyu like a torrent.

Could it be another grandmaster?
In an instant, Zi Yu's scalp tingled.

I was about to speak when it was too late.

With a clang, the long sword in the white-clad girl's arms was drawn out of thin air.

She raised her slender hand and gripped the sword hilt tightly.

The next instant, the longsword swept horizontally, a sword coming from the west.

The sword energy danced like a streak of light, incredibly sharp.

In an instant, the man and the sword were already in front of Ziyu. Feeling the sharp edge, Ziyu's scalp felt like it was about to explode. She didn't even know what was going on. What kind of people had she met today? Why were they all so crazy? Was there not a single normal one among them?

hateful.

The pent-up resentment in her heart finally exploded at this moment. She had sensed that this woman was a ninth-rank martial artist, just like her, not a grandmaster... How dare she be so presumptuous in front of her if she wasn't a grandmaster? Did she really think this holy maiden was easy to bully?
Madness!

Her fair face turned cold, her eyes fixed on the tearing sword energy. Her slender waist swayed gently, like a willow swaying in the breeze. She shifted her body three feet to the side, and the sword energy grazed Ziyu's ear and temple with a slight difference in distance. With a hiss, it landed on the wall behind her, instantly creating a crack in the red brick wall.

With a slight flick of her wrist, a silver thread shot out from Ziyu's wrist—it was a zither string. The string seemed to come alive, writhing eerily in mid-air before rapidly coiling towards Luo Tianyi's slender neck. Using a zither string as a weapon was extremely rare in the martial world, and even Luo Tianyi's eyes flashed with surprise. She knew very well how sharp this string was; whether wrapped around her neck, wrist, or waist, it could easily sever her body.

With a slight tremor of his wrist, the longsword thrust straight forward.

Ding.

The strings of the zither touched the tip of the sword, producing a piercing sound.

The sword tip deflected the strings, and the wrist pressed down, the sword blade slicing towards Ziyu's brow.

Both were ninth-rank martial artists, and for a moment they were evenly matched. The commotion attracted the attention of the Fang family, and many people came out from the inner courtyard. Then they saw two figures moving swiftly and rapidly, so fast that their eyes couldn't keep up. Only the clan's guards changed their expressions, protecting the important figures behind them, fearing that they might be caught in the aftershocks of the battle between two super experts.

At first, it might have been just a tentative attack, but gradually, the two of them got really into it, their movements became faster and faster, and their attacks became more and more fierce. The energy they exuded stirred up the dust on the ground, and for a time, the area in front of the Fang family mansion was shrouded in a daze.

When Song Yan returned, this was the scene that greeted him.

As Song Yan appeared, the two women exchanged a palm strike and then retreated, staring at the figure opposite them with wary eyes. Clearly, neither of them had gained the upper hand in the fight.

Song Yan was also puzzled, and quickly went to Luo Tianyi's side: "How are you? Are you alright?"

Luo Tianyi was initially very angry, but when she saw Song Yan appear and the first thing he did was ask if she was injured, she felt a warm feeling in her heart and shook her head: "I'm fine."

"Who is this woman?"

Luo Tianyi was taken aback, and looked up at her brother-in-law: "You don't recognize him?"

Song Yan blinked: "Do I really have to get to know him?"

He glanced at Ziyu again. Although he felt a strange sense of familiarity with this woman, he had never seen her face before.

"Then why did she insist on having your child?" Luo Tianyi snorted. After learning that Song Yan had no relationship with this woman, his mood inexplicably improved.

These words, however, left Song Yan completely stunned.

Have a baby?
What a mess this is.

Zi Yu had a smile on her lips. She was in a very good mood. Although she hadn't won, she was no longer the kind of grandmaster who could suppress her with a single move.

Her body swayed gracefully; a beauty is a beauty indeed. Even the way she walked looked like she was dancing. When she reached Song Yan, she curtsied to him and said, "This concubine greets Your Highness."

Feeling the chilling aura emanating from beside her, Song Yan's throat bobbed slightly, and a somewhat embarrassed smile appeared on her face. Fang Hai, being clever, knew roughly what Song Yan and the others were discussing, so he waved his hand to dismiss all the servants, and even the doorman left work early. Seeing that no one was around, Song Yan then endured the increasingly irritating pressure emanating from her sister-in-law, raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead: "Miss just said she wanted to have a child for me? You must have mistaken me for someone else; we don't know each other."

Ziyu didn't make anything up. She first introduced herself and then explained what happened on the fifth floor of Qunyu Garden and in the alleyways of the inner city, but omitted the part about her attempt to kill Song Yan.

After hearing what he said, both Song Yan and Luo Tianyi were filled with embarrassment.

Good heavens! Normally, Luo Tianxuan is always very gentle in front of her husband and her sister-in-law, Luo Tianyi. Who would have thought that she would be so arrogant in front of others? Just because Ziyu is good-looking, has a good figure, and is a little older, she kidnapped Ziyu.
This should be considered abduction of a woman, right?
For a moment, Song Yan didn't know what expression to make.

Luo Tianyi's lips twitched uncontrollably. She never imagined that her sister would put such a vixen next to her brother-in-law. What was she thinking? Wasn't this just creating trouble?
His cheeks puffed out, like an angry pufferfish.

"Ahem, young lady... please don't take this to heart." Song Yan likes pretty girls, but she won't take them by force. She still has this bottom line: "I will not force you. When I meet Tianxuan, I will persuade her to cure you of the poison."

As for the other woman in a long black dress, according to Ziyu's description, she should be Hua Lianyue from the Hehuan Sect branch.

Ziyu breathed a slight sigh of relief. It seemed that Song Yan was not as cruel and bloodthirsty as rumored, and was quite easy to talk to. If Song Yan could persuade Luo Tianxuan and the other woman to cure her poison, that would be the best outcome. If possible, she would not want to hand over her innocent body to a complete stranger.

"But Tianxuan Shenlong is elusive, and even I don't know where she is now." Song Yan thought for a moment, "Therefore, you may have to wait a few more days, young lady."

Ziyu nodded.

It's only a few days; she can wait.

As for the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror's effect on restraining and seducing women of the Joyful Union Sect?

Ziyu was quite confident. As the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, she had enough self-control to not succumb to temptation in just a few days.

Just then, footsteps came from the street beside him. Looking up, he saw a group of constables.

A smile suddenly appeared on Song Yan's lips. It must be that Marquis Anning, Zhao Gaizhi, has already taken action.

Luo Tianxuan.

Flowers pity the moon.

Hehe, with two grandmaster-level experts as our backing, if we don't turn Dongling City upside down, wouldn't this trip have been in vain?

(End of this chapter)