Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 1050: Sharp Tongue, Soft Heart

The madam's face darkened; opening a brothel in Fengwang City required strong connections. With a profit-first mentality, she typically avoided offending guests. However, it didn't mean everyone could boss her around. Though she couldn't afford to offend Young Master Cheng, was it necessary to tolerate this pretty boy?

What good is wealth? In this world, power is most important.

The madam sneered, "Just a cheap maidservant. I paid for her, so her life belongs to me. She hasn't earned me any money and even offended Young Master Cheng. The reason I stopped him wasn't out of pity for her but to prevent her blood from dirtying the place and affecting my business."

"Smack!"

Yun Mengyao's pretty face turned icy with anger. She stepped forward and slapped the madam viciously across her plump cheek.

The madam was just an ordinary person; she couldn't withstand Yun Mengyao's slap, flipping through the air before crashing to the ground, mouth askew and face bleeding, wailing continuously in pain. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Everyone was stunned, not expecting Yun Mengyao to dare hit the madam.

Despite her status as just a madam, her connections were strong, including with the city's judges and aristocrats. No one had ever dared to strike her.

"Ouch, ouch…" The madam clung to her face, shivering from the pain.

Yun Mengyao sneered, "You only took a slap. Do you need to scream as if being butchered? When this young girl's face was burned, you didn't care at all."

Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, recalling when soldiers bullied villagers, Yun Mengyao told him such things were beyond intervention. Yet now, she intervened each time injustice appeared—she's got a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

Yun Mengyao knelt beside Miss Xiaolan, "Xiaolan, don't move. Let me check your injury."

Xiaolan trembled in pain, slowly lowering her hands.

Yun Mengyao's eyes flinched; Xiaolan's face was burned at least 70% by the scalding tea, blistered and swelling.

She gently extended her hand, a colorful glow swirling in her palm as she began healing Xiaolan.

"You lowly peasant, dare to act brazenly before me. That wretch is my target to kill, yet you save her. Are you ignoring me?" Young Master Cheng roared, instinctively lifting his sword to attack Yun Mengyao's back.

Being the City Lord's son, for him killing a peasant was trivial, akin to squashing an ant.

However, Yun Mengyao didn't turn; she slightly shifted and deftly pinched the downward sword between two delicate fingers.

Young Master Cheng fumed, not expecting the peasant to fight back. He forcibly tried to retrieve his sword, his face turning red, but those two fingers were like tiger clamps; he strained to budge the blade.

"Clang!"

Yun Mengyao's fingers snapped; the Fine Steel sword was directly broken.

Young Master Cheng, who was desperately trying to retrieve the sword, tumbled forward like a rolling gourd, spinning several times before crashing dizzy and dazed.

The soldiers he brought turned pale, hurriedly helping him up.

"Peasant, dare to strike me? I'll kill your entire family. Are you all dead? Get over here and kill him…"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly Yun Mengyao ghostly maneuvered through the soldiers, right before him.

Young Master Cheng's eyes widened in panic, instinctively retreating.

Instead, Yun Mengyao lightning-fast reached out and clenched his throat, hoisting him up.

Young Master Cheng dangled like a broken sack in mid-air.

"Release my Young Master."

A soldier shouted, instinctively drawing his Longsword towards Yun Mengyao.

These soldiers were Qi Refiners, but pitifully weak compared to Yun Mengyao.

"Boom!"

An invisible force spread out, catapulting the soldier, spewing blood, his sword shattered into pieces.

The remaining soldiers horrified, instinctively stepped back.

Yun Mengyao coldly looked at Young Master Cheng, "Do other people's lives mean nothing to you?"

"Let me go; my father is the City Lord. You dare harm me, he won't spare you." Young Master Cheng roared, unaware of the serious implications.

"Crack!"

Yun Mengyao tightened her grip; his neckbones groaned, his face flushed liver-like under the pressure, veins protruded, finger-high.

"Waste, just a scumbag relying on family background. You only lucked into being well-born. What's there to boast about? Even if your father stood before me, I'd still kill you. If he dares block me, I'd kill him too." Yun Mengyao coldly declared.

Young Master Cheng finally realized something was amiss, his face shocked, trembling in terror.

"My father is the Wind King; you can't kill me…"

Yun Mengyao nonchalantly replied, "Can't kill you?"

With that, a crunching sound pierced the air, chilling all present.

Except for Qin Yi, everyone shuddered, staring slack-jawed as Young Master Cheng's head limply drooped.

This Young Master Cheng was directly crushed to death by Yun Mengyao.

"You think others' lives are like weeds, but to me, not even yours amounts to that."

Yun Mengyao, stone-faced, casually dumped Young Master Cheng's corpse, causing both body and hearts to tremble as if struck on them.

The place was suffused with fear, deathly silent.

The madam ceased screaming, her plump face filled with horror.

Apart from Qin Yi, everyone's face turned paper-white; this was the Wind King's son, killed—Fengwang City would be upturned.

The soldiers quaked like sieves; assigned to protect Young Master Cheng, they were indisputably culpable now.

"You've stirred big trouble," the madam shrieked in terror, "You killed Young Master Cheng; everyone here must die."

Yun Mengyao replied coolly, "Rest assured, we won't die, but you will."

Seeing the murder intent in Yun Mengyao's eyes, the madam became petrified; if she dared kill Young Master Cheng, what was she worth?

"Spare, spare me… I, I…"

The madam was so scared she couldn't utter a word.

Yun Mengyao laughed coldly, "You vicious woman, who knows how many innocent girls you've harmed."

Sold into brothels, the girls' lives were no longer theirs; everything was decided by the madam. They underwent brutal training; many died from beatings or torture. The madam's hands were stained with numerous deaths.

Seeing her attitude towards Xiaolan, it was clear she was heartless and inhuman.

Yun Mengyao approached the madam, "People like you don't deserve life."

With that, she raised her foot and snapped the madam's neck, deftly and swiftly.