If you force me to take the blame, I'll spend a day in jail and gain a year's worth of spi

At this moment, Jiang Luohan is no longer the beautiful and gentle woman she once was.

When Zhang Yu's gaze fell on her, Jiang Luohan trembled violently as if pricked by a needle.

She knew it was her turn.

Before Zhang Yu could speak, Jiang Luohan scrambled forward a few steps, sobbing and crying with tears streaming down her face:

"Brother Yu, please listen to me, please let me explain."

Her voice was sharp and shrill, filled with pleading and anxiety:

"I was forced into this. It was Zhang Heng and his family who forced me to break off our engagement."

She cried out as she crawled forward on her knees, trying to get closer to Zhang Yu, but was stopped by the cold blades of the black-armored guards.

"I've always had you in my heart, Brother Yu."

Jiang Luohan pounded the ground, crying even more miserably:

"What can I, a mere woman, do in the face of the Marquis's coercion?"

Please forgive me this once, just this once, okay?

I'll listen to you in everything from now on, and I'll never leave you again.

She desperately shifted all the blame onto the Zhang family and their clan, portraying herself as a simple, ignorant, pitiful, and weak woman, trying to evoke even the slightest bit of lingering affection in Zhang Yu's heart for their past relationship.

This performance elicited different reactions from different people.

Xiao Fenghua watched coldly, a sneer curling at the corner of her lips.

Xiao Meier covered her mouth with her sleeve and let out a barely audible sneer, her eyes full of amusement at the spectacle.

Most of the other members of the royal family also looked disdainful. The speed at which they changed their tune and their attempts to shirk responsibility were truly despicable.

"Shut up, you bitch."

Zhang Heng, who was sprawled on the ground, also erupted at this moment, angrily shouting:

"It's clearly your own vanity that led you to take the initiative to seduce me when you saw that Zhang Yu had lost his status in the Marquis's mansion."

Now that things are going badly, they're trying to pin all the blame on us?

"Pah! Shameless slut!"

Although Qin Xuehua was on the verge of collapse, upon hearing Jiang Luohan's words, she struggled to raise her head and, with her last strength, let out a hoarse, cold laugh:

"Jiang Luohan...you shameless thing."

If it weren't for the fact that you were somewhat pretty and had feelings for my son, Heng'er, and could please him, do you think I would have given you a second glance?

Will they tacitly allow you to get close to Heng'er?

You're the one who eagerly clung to me, and now you want to absolve yourself of all responsibility?

dream!"

Zhang Wanning also spat weakly: "That's right. When we broke off the engagement, although you didn't propose it yourself, you didn't object. You even looked expectant."

I still remember that disgusted look on his face.

Now you're pretending to be so affectionate and loyal?

Disgusting.

The three members of the Zhang family, mother and sons, were unusually united at this moment, and once again exposed Jiang Luohan's true colors.

They themselves were in dire straits, and they hated Jiang Luohan, this traitor and opportunist, to the core, and they showed no mercy in exposing her.

Zhang Yu merely watched this dog-eat-dog farce with indifference, observing Jiang Luohan's tearful and disgraceful performance, and the Zhang family's sarcastic retorts, without feeling any emotion whatsoever.

He seemed like an outsider, watching an absurd drama that had nothing to do with him.

His consciousness, however, sank deep into his heart, whispering to the original owner's obsession:

"Did you see that?"

This is the white moonlight you've been longing for.

"Selfish and callous, opportunistic, and vain to the core."

What you cherish is nothing more than her carefully crafted facade of gentleness, nothing more than a beautiful, illusory memory that you yourself have embellished.

The real her is exactly like this.

In order to protect themselves, they can unhesitatingly shift all the blame onto others;

For wealth and status, one can instantly betray all vows;

Faced with desperation, all that's left is this ugly and pathetic pleas.

"With this kind of person, do you still want to protect her with this last bit of obsession you have?"

Do you still think...it's worth it?

Zhang Yu's consciousness space was completely silent.

That faint spark of obsession seemed to flicker uncertainly in the face of this cruel truth, filled with struggle and pain.

It saw Jiang Luohan's current ugly state and heard Zhang Yu's cold words.

After a long while, an extremely faint thought gently echoed in Zhang Yu's heart, like a sigh:

"Let her go..."

"Consider it... my last time protecting her..."

"After all, back then... when I was humiliated by the Zhang family, and in the dead of winter, when I was about to freeze to death in the snow in the back alley of the Marquis's mansion... it was she... who secretly gave me a cold steamed bun and a bowl of... barely warm leftover soup..."

"That warmth...whether it was fake or charity...in the end...it allowed me to see the light that followed..."

"Let her go... From now on... we owe each other nothing... and have no further connection..."

This thought was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, yet it carried a sense of peace that came from complete letting go.

After saying this, Zhang Yu clearly felt that the last trace of lingering affection he had for Jiang Luohan, which had been entangled for so long, melted away like ice and snow under the sun, disappearing without a trace.

It vanished so decisively that it didn't even require Zhang Yu to swear or promise that he would fulfill this final request.

It was as if, upon seeing Jiang Luohan's true colors, and after expressing that insignificant "gratitude," this obsession itself felt that it had no more attachment or hindrance, and actively chose to dissipate, returning to eternal annihilation.

And as this last vestige of obsession completely dissipated—

hum!

Zhang Yu felt a slight tremor throughout his body, not from external force, but from the depths of his soul.

A pure, powerful, and boundless spiritual force erupted from the very core of his soul, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, instantly engulfing his entire sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, Zhang Yu felt his spiritual power surge wildly at an unprecedented speed.

This is half of the divine soul power that was previously diverted by obsession, and now it has completely returned to the body.

This unexpected gain caused a barely perceptible glint to flash in Zhang Yu's eyes.

The original owner's obsession dissipated, not only resolving the last hidden danger in his mind, but also bringing real and enormous benefits.

"Someone come here." He spoke, his voice calm and even, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Yes, sir!" The black-armored guard bowed and responded.

Zhang Yu's gaze swept over Jiang Luohan as if she were an insignificant trinket, and he said indifferently:

"Drag this woman out."

"I will strip her of her cultivation and banish her from the capital. As for her future life or death, wealth or poverty, it will be none of my concern."

He ultimately inherited the last bit of the original owner's fading obsession, so he didn't take her life on the spot, nor did he inflict any further physical torture.

But to have one's cultivation level abolished is already a tremendous punishment for a martial artist.

The guards obeyed the order and stepped forward to lift Jiang Luohan, who was still crying and struggling, up as if she were a chick.

"No, Zhang Yu, Brother Yu, you can't do this to me."

I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me for the sake of our childhood friendship.

Jiang Luohan's cries were shrill and desperate, filled with disbelief and a final struggle.

She seemed to have never expected that after pleading and crying for so long, she would receive such a cruel verdict.

If her cultivation is stripped and she is banished from the capital, what chance does she have to survive?

But the guards were swift and showed no mercy, quickly subduing her and striking her dantian with a palm.

Jiang Luohan screamed, her face turning deathly pale. Her aura deflated like a punctured balloon, and years of cultivation vanished.

Then, she was dragged out like a dead dog, her mournful cries quickly fading into the distance and finally disappearing at the end of the prison passage.

After dealing with Jiang Luohan, Zhang Yu's gaze returned to Qin Xuehua, Zhang Heng, and Zhang Wanning, whose faces were ashen and whose eyes held only despair.

At this moment, his eyes were clear and cold, his soul was perfectly intact, and there was no longer any emotional interference from the original owner. Only pure and cold determination remained.

"Now,"

He spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the prison, carrying the weight of final judgment: "It is time to end the last ties between us."