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"Yang Xiaoman? What did that brat do to you?!"

Upon hearing these three words, Chen Yue'e's eyebrows shot up, and her expression instantly turned several degrees colder.

At the same time, footsteps could be heard in the courtyard.

Yang Chengren was shocked to see Yang Jizong slumped on the ground at the courtyard gate. His face flushed with anger as he said:

"Zong'er, which bastard splashed water on you? Or pushed you into the river?"

When he saw his father come out, the fear in Yang Jizong's eyes lessened considerably. He pursed his lips, and his eyes instantly reddened.

"father……"

"It was Mother who splashed the dirty water on me."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chengren was taken aback. Could it be that his precious son had gotten into some trouble outside?

He subconsciously looked at Chen Yue'e and the wooden basin on the ground next to her, his mouth slightly open.

"You idiot! Why are you looking at me like that? I was just casually splashing some swill, who knew Zong'er was outside?"

Seeing her husband looking at her, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, Chen Yue'e was immediately furious. She put her hands on her hips and said:

"Didn't you hear what Zong'er said? Your damned niece... no! That vile beast actually tried to kill Zong'er!"

"She must have guessed something at the ancestral hall early this morning, otherwise, why would she have attacked Zong'er for no reason after severing ties with him as she wished?!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chengren gasped. What had Yang Xiaoman guessed in the ancestral hall?

That doesn't mean...

His body trembled, and his eyes were instantly filled with fear and terror.

"Come here, Zong'er." Chen Yue'e squatted down, somewhat disgustedly tugging at Yang Jizong's soaked clothes, and sighed:

"Tell me honestly, did that bitch threaten you with a knife?"

"Don't be afraid. Just tell the truth. If she really uses a butcher knife to run rampant in the village, I'll go to the village head and get justice for you."

"Even with the butcher's certificate, she can't be saved now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jizong swallowed hard in fear, as if he were reliving the explosive scene from just moments ago.

"Mother... Sister Xiaoman didn't bring a knife."

"You didn't take a knife?" Chen Yue'e frowned. "Zong'er, what are you afraid of? Even if she had the guts, she would only dare to scare you."

"If you go with your mother to the village head's house to complain, she won't be able to bully you with a butcher's knife anymore!"

"I...I didn't lie to Mother." Yang Jizong squeezed his eyes, and tears almost welled up again.

"Sister Xiaoman didn't take anything, but she smashed the black stone that guards the river in our village with a single punch."

"She even lifted me up into the air with one hand, saying that if I ever spoke ill of her again, she would smash me to my death on the spot!"

As he spoke, Yang Jizong's voice grew softer and softer, and his small body trembled involuntarily.

Just then, Chen Yue'e suddenly smelled a strange, fishy odor. She frowned and subconsciously looked down, then her expression changed drastically.

"That bitch, did she really threaten you like that?"

Her tone suddenly turned cold, and as she looked at Yang Jizong's pale and bloodless face, her heart was filled with heartache and anger.

"You, surnamed Yang, your niece has gone too far. What should we do?"

"Now that we've severed ties, there's no need to save face. We can't just stand by and watch Zong'er get bullied, can we?!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chengren was immediately put in a difficult position.

"Wife, didn't you hear what Zong'er said? Yang Xiaoman shattered the black stone that controls the river with a single punch. Can that be true?"

"I'm afraid Zong'er is exaggerating. Everyone in Yangjia Village knows that the black stone used to suppress the river weighs at least several thousand kilograms. It takes more than a dozen strong young men to lift it. How could that little girl possibly move it?"

Chen Yue'e frowned upon hearing this, her tone remaining cold, "Even if Zong'er exaggerated, she still bullied him because of her age and even scared him so much that he wet his pants. This debt cannot be forgotten!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chengren couldn't help but sigh. "Wife, judging from Zong'er's words, he must have spoken ill of Xiaoman in front of her first. Otherwise, how could he have ended up like this?"

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Yue'e gritted her teeth in anger, "You bastard! Your own child has been bullied like this, and you still dare to speak up for that heartless wretch who severed ties with your family?"

"Fine! If you won't handle this, I'll take care of it!"

After saying that, she took Yang Jizong's little hand and stood up.

"My lady, don't misunderstand!" Upon seeing this, Yang Chengren was immediately shocked and quickly reached out to grab her sleeve.

"I'm doing this for the greater good. We can take our revenge after we find the secret Lord Shen mentioned!"

"Otherwise, if we ruin the master's plans and he exposes what happened when we harmed the third brother, we might not only be unable to stay in Yangjia Village, but we'll likely face imprisonment!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yue'e abruptly stopped.

Her expression shifted between light and dark, and she quickly released Yang Jizong's small hand.

"Fine, you're right!"

"But we can't just swallow this insult like this. Didn't Zong'er mention the Black Stone that suppresses the river?"

"Take this axe and let's go to the river. Even if the black stone that suppresses the river is fine, we'll still chisel a hole in it and say that the worthless thing is trying to sever ties with its relatives!"

Yang Chengren pondered for a moment, then nodded vigorously and gave a thumbs up.

"My wife, this is a good idea."

"We can't deal with that little girl by force; we have to use our wits!"

With that, he turned and went into the courtyard.

……

Meanwhile, Yang Xiaoman had already returned to the open space in front of her own yard.

After careful consideration, she decided to set a small goal first.

Within a week, I will earn three taels of silver to redeem my sister from the Qi family!

After we understand the hidden story from Master Qi, we will consider whether or not to agree to Patriarch Han's request to participate in the Sword King Competition.

The reason she changed her mind was that she felt her father's death, since it was related to the battle for the Sword King and also inextricably linked to her unscrupulous uncle and his wife, at least meant...

The battle for the title of Sword King is far more complex than she imagined!

Thinking it over, Yang Xiaoman pushed open the courtyard gate.

Seeing her mother squatting in the yard, engrossed in weaving bamboo baskets, she quickly went over to her.

Since there's no work to do today, and I'm just resting at home anyway, I might as well help my mother out.

Little did she know that her uncle and his wife had already grabbed axes and were heading menacingly toward the riverbank.

Before long, the two saw the enormous black stone that suppressed the river.

"Wife, let's not rush into action. Let's check if anyone else is nearby first, so as not to make too much noise and give ourselves away."

Even before getting close, Yang Chengren felt immense pressure.

It's always been the wife who does the bad things; this is the first time he's accompanied her.

"What's there to be afraid of? If you're afraid, don't do it; if you do it, don't be afraid!"

Chen Yue'e glared at her and scolded softly.

"All we have to do is chisel the stone, and then, as planned, invite a fortune teller who happens to be passing by, and use him to clean up that damned girl's mess."

"I refuse to believe that Village Chief Yang will side with her this time!"