Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 392 Cause and Effect (12,000 words)

It should be midnight by now.

Between 11 p.m. and 1 a.m., the stars twinkled in the sky, the night wind howled as it swept across the Mei family manor, and torchlight shone from every corner of the house. The Mei manor was packed with people, but everyone kept their mouths tightly shut, their eyes wide open, craning their necks to look at the sky.

At this moment, the only sound came from mid-air.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

That was a scream of extreme terror.

The night was hazy, but one could still vaguely see a figure flailing its limbs wildly in mid-air, its screams distorted.

Song Yan possessed great strength, but he certainly couldn't send Mei Wen soaring ninety thousand miles into the air—that was beyond the realm of martial arts, belonging to the realm of immortal cultivation. However, he could manage to throw her nine meters, or even higher. Song Yan didn't know exactly what had happened over thirty years ago, but he understood that the old woman, Mei Wen, and Gao Cuicui were definitely the masterminds. That's why he could cleanly and efficiently deal with Mei Shaohua and his wife, but he would have to be a little more careful with these three.

At that time, her mother was only one or two months old when Mei Wen threw her hard to the ground.

Now it's finally his turn. Hopefully, Meiwen will enjoy this experience.

Thinking this, Meiwen's body had already reached its highest point, and then, under the influence of gravity, it began to fall. The speed of the fall increased, and her body tumbled and rolled in mid-air, her wailing cries echoing through the air: "I...I was wrong...I was wrong, help...help me..."

His body was getting closer and closer to the ground...

at last……

boom!
Mei Wen's body crashed heavily to the ground.

Land on your back.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the hard ground beneath her feet seemed to tremble, and a faint cracking sound could be heard. The strong recoil even made Mei Wen's body bounce twice, her mouth agape, but the scream abruptly stopped. Her eyes were wide open, and her left eyeball, as if unable to withstand the impact of the recoil, popped out of its socket with a "plop," leaving behind a long, thin thing that looked like a membrane or a tendon.

This finally woke the old woman. Seeing her son in such a miserable state, she suddenly cried out, "My son!" and hunched over as she rushed over.

But Song Yan wouldn't give him a chance. He stepped forward, grabbed Mei Wen's shoulder, and dragged him up from the ground again. Blood was seeping from his head, clearly indicating a fractured skull, but he wasn't dead yet. Mei Wen was still breathing and had a heartbeat, but the fall had been too severe, and his mind had obviously lost the ability to think normally. Only when he saw Song Yan did a strange light suddenly appear in his remaining eye, and his lips moved, emitting a faint sound like a mosquito's buzz:
"put……"

"Let me go."

"I was wrong."

He was pleading.

Song Yan believed that, at least at this moment, Mei Wen truly realized his mistakes and genuinely regretted everything he had done, because... he was about to die.

However, Mei Wen had already rewritten the mother's fate, so what was the point of admitting her mistake at this point?
The next instant, with a whoosh, Mei Wen once again experienced what it meant to feel like he was flying.

call out.

boom.

call out.

boom!
In a daze, Mei Wen seemed to have become a fun toy in Song Yan's hands, playing with it with great enjoyment. The old woman pounced on him like a madwoman, trying to stop Song Yan's violence, but to no avail.

Song Yan didn't know whether Mei Wen had flown seven or eight times; he couldn't quite remember. Her already aged and hunched body was now unrecognizable, like a pile of rotten flesh, with most of her bones probably broken. When Mei Wen's body finally landed on the ground...

Bah.

Like a puddle of mud.

The flesh and blood, almost smashed into a paste, were scattered everywhere, and scarlet blood sprayed all around.

Probably dead.

Seeing her only son smashed into a bloody pulp, the old woman's trembling legs could no longer support her, and she sat down on the ground with a thud, her face blank, and not a glimmer of light in her eyes.

Song Yan didn't rush to deal with the old woman. He slowly walked to Gao Cuicui's side. Perhaps the commotion was too loud, because Gao Cuicui woke up from her unconsciousness. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her husband, with whom she had lived for more than forty years, smashed into a pulp.

Some of the blood and flesh even splattered onto her face.

Still somewhat dazed, Gao Cuicui seemed unsure of what had happened. She instinctively reached up and wiped her face, revealing it covered in blood. It wasn't until she saw the corpses of her son, Mei Shaohua, and daughter-in-law that she came to her senses and let out another series of wailing cries.

Song Yan grabbed Gao Cuicui's dirty hair and pressed down hard with his palm. With a bang, her face slammed into the ground, her nose was bent crooked, and blood gushed out. Her screams were abruptly stopped, and the expression on her face changed from pain to terror. She probably knew what was going to happen next, and the instinct for survival took over. Gao Cuicui screamed like a madwoman: "Don't kill me!"

"It was all...it was all arranged by my mother-in-law."

"It was her. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been brought to the Duke's mansion. It was my mother-in-law who brought up the marriage exchange. After the exchange failed, it was this old hag who instructed my husband to kill Mei Yingxue. Even the medicine that poisoned Mei Yingxue's mother was found by this old hag. Waaaaah, if you want revenge, don't come to me, go find that old hag! Waaaaah..."

Gao Cuicui was probably terrified.

She didn't understand what was going on. She had been dreaming of her grandson becoming a star, and that her family would be taken to Dongling City by him to live a good life. But when she woke up, she encountered such a jinx.

Overwhelmed by fear, she blurted out everything she should and shouldn't have said.

Song Yan's face was cold, showing no surprise whatsoever. He had long suspected that the old hag was the most shameless one.

"Why would that old geezer do such a thing?"

“Because…because…” Gao Cuicui stammered.

Beside her, the old woman seemed to have realized something as well, her expression suddenly changed drastically, and she shouted sternly, "Don't say it!"

Despite being seventy or eighty years old, the old woman's roar was truly full of vigor.

Gao Cuicui had lived her entire life under her mother-in-law's tyranny. Upon suddenly hearing her mother-in-law's voice, she trembled in fear, her voice choking in her throat. Song Yan ignored her and reached out to grab Gao Cuicui's hair. As her fingers drew closer, her fear of Song Yan ultimately outweighed her fear of her mother-in-law... After all, a mother-in-law could at most torment her daughter-in-law, but Song Yan was truly capable of killing.

"Because...because, my brother-in-law was...he was picked up by my father-in-law in the mountains."

hum.

The surrounding area instantly erupted in excitement.

Song Yan finally understood why the old hag was willing to smear her hands with blood and scheme to ensure that Mei Wen's lineage would inherit the title of Duke, and why she called Mei Wu a bastard.

Gao Cuicui raised her head with a fawning expression: "I've told you everything, you...you can let me go now, right?" Song Yan chuckled, grabbed Gao Cuicui's head, and slammed it hard against the bluestone ground with a loud crack. Both the bluestone and her skull shattered. "Considering how cooperative you've been, I'll only give you a quick death at most; this is my final act of mercy."

Song Yan let out a breath and strolled over to the old woman's side.

The old woman's neck twitched. She was terrified, but she still wanted to maintain her dignity. Perhaps in her heart, she really considered herself a noblewoman. Even though her body was trembling, she struggled to sit up from the ground and stared at Song Yan with a pair of resentful eyes.

The Mei family has a tradition of having only one son per generation.

Mei Wen.

Mei Shaohua.

Mei Zicong.

Three generations of people were wiped out by Song Yan.

This is a heartless executioner.

Although she wished she could tear a piece of flesh off Song Yan, the desire to live prevailed: "You...can't kill me. I am your great-grandmother. If you kill me, you are defying heaven and ancestors, going against human ethics, and being extremely unfilial."

puff.

"Mei Wu isn't your son, so what do I have to do with you?" Song Yan shrugged.

"The kindness of raising someone is greater than the kindness of giving birth to them. I raised Mei Wu." The old woman held her neck high, the veins and blood vessels on her neck standing out prominently.

“The debt of gratitude for raising a child is heavier than heaven.” Song Yan nodded. “But this debt of gratitude ceased to exist after you instructed Mei Wen to try to kill Mei Wu’s daughter and poisoned Mei Wu’s wife, driving her insane.” After a brief pause, Song Yan spoke again: “Have you ever heard of karma and retribution?”

"The old man brought Mei Wu, who had been abandoned, home, and that is the reason."

"After Mei Wu became famous, he took you and the old master to Dongling City to enjoy a life of luxury. From then on, you had no worries about food and clothing, and maids would serve you when you were sick or sleeping. You enjoyed all the glory and wealth. Even your own son, grandson, and great-grandson benefited greatly. This is the result."

"And you, by killing Mei Wu's daughter and poisoning Mei Wu's wife, this is also the cause."

"Today, your son, grandson, and great-grandson are all dead. The Mei family has been wiped out. This is the consequence."

The old woman's face was contorted with rage, as if she had been provoked by Song Yan's words, and her body was trembling.

Song Yan, however, was not going to let her off the hook: "Think about it. You know Mei Wu better than anyone else what kind of person he is. He values ​​relationships and knows how to be grateful. If you had been less wicked back then, given Mei Wu's personality, how could he not have taken better care of Mei Wen, Mei Shaohua, and Mei Zicong?"

"Look at Mei Wen's mansion now, with its three courtyards and three entrances? Even many high-ranking officials in Dongling City don't live as luxuriously as Mei Wen. And those thousands of acres of fertile land are enough to ensure that the Mei family will have no worries about food and clothing for generations. If your great-grandson hadn't been pushed into this vortex by your own hands, he might already have a harem of wives and concubines, and you might even have embraced your great-great-grandson."

"Five generations living under one roof, ruined just like that because of your evil thoughts."

The old woman's face was flushed red, as if it were congested with blood.

"You think I wiped out the entire Mei family? No... It was you who killed your son, grandson, and great-grandson, and wiped out the entire Mei family."

The old woman's endurance finally reached its limit. She could no longer hold back, feeling a metallic taste in her throat, and with a "pfft," she spat out a mouthful of blood. In the old woman's heart, the continuation of the Mei family was the most important thing, and Song Yan's words were tantamount to killing her spirit.

His previously flushed face instantly became extremely listless.

Her gaze became somewhat vacant, as if she couldn't believe that she had painstakingly schemed for the continuation of the Mei family her whole life, only to end up pushing the Mei family into the abyss of extinction.
She couldn't accept that answer.

His face became increasingly distorted, and his eyes grew more and more obsessive and insane. His body stiffened in place, and he spoke in a neurotic manner.

Song Yan picked up a torch from the ground, looked at it, and casually tossed it into a bedroom.

Although the weather is cold, quilts and similar items are still very easy to ignite.

Before long, flames leaped up, and the people who had been watching the commotion all changed their expressions drastically. They dared not linger any longer and fled in panic, leaving only the old woman standing frozen in place in the vast Mei mansion.

The fire grew bigger and bigger.

The flames, several meters high, looked like the sun falling from the sky.

The heatwave spread rapidly.

The blinding flames even overshadowed the bright moon in the sky.

As if stimulated by the raging fire, the old woman in the Mei mansion burst into a frenzied laugh and howl. No one knew what she was saying. Soon, the laughter turned into screams, probably because the flames had engulfed her.

Outside the Mei residence, Song Yan coldly peered through the layers of flames and saw the old woman's body struggling desperately in the fire.

Until the very end, there was no further movement.

Song Yan looked up at the sky, where the stars twinkled.

The old hag is dead, and all those who initially harmed her are dead. I wonder if my mother's spirit in heaven will feel any comfort.

The fire burned for a very, very long time.

By dawn, the once most luxurious mansion in Meijia Village had been completely reduced to ashes. Fortunately, the Mei family mansion was some distance from the other houses, and the fire did not spread.

Meanwhile, in Dongling City.

Civil and military officials were gathered near the city gate.

All eyes were fixed on a carriage.

Song Yan greeted each official with a smile and a handshake.

He never expected to be so popular in Dongling City. When he moved, not only did Liang Ju, the Yellow Gate Attendant, Li Weicheng, the Left Censor, Mao Rui, the Attendant-in-Ordinary, and Zhang Xing'an, the Secretary of the Imperial Secretariat, all come to give him gifts, but when he left Dongling City, they all came to see him off.

That's so touching.

After finally greeting everyone, Song Yan reluctantly boarded the carriage and drove away under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

As Song Yan's carriage completely disappeared from sight, almost simultaneously everyone let out a long sigh of relief and raised their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.
That plague-ridden scourge has finally been banished!
(End of this chapter)