She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 82: Dare to enter the Township Manor again, and I’ll break your legs

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Dare to enter the Township Manor again, and I’ll break your legs

Perhaps it was because the burden on Huai Yu’s shoulders was too heavy, so heavy that Yan Wanqing firmly believed that they were on the same path, with no choice but to forge ahead. Any hesitation would leave them facing an abyss.

Seeing Yan Wanqing’s earnest expression, Huai Yu finally let out a sigh and nodded: "Fine, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Speak."

"If there’s violence, stay out of it and leave it to me," Huai Yu said, her expression slightly unnatural. She had never had playmates since childhood and had secrets that others couldn’t discover, plus her mother’s strict supervision, so no other girls had ever come close to her.

Yan Wanqing was the first, and Huai Yu thought she was too frail and delicate. Even beneath that beautiful facade hid a resilient heart, Huai Yu couldn’t help wanting to be kind to her.

Seeing her sincere words, Yan Wanqing’s lips pursed slightly, eventually turning into an upward curve.

"Okay."

Huai Yu naturally reached out and touched her head: "Such a good girl."

"Are you crazy, Huai Yu?!" Yan Wanqing frowned and raised her hand, striking her lightly, and the two instantly started frolicking.

Cong Ge scraped the embroidery needle on his head and continued to sew the mandarin ducks on the bridal gown, while watching the joyful expressions of the two inside the room.

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Inside Dali Temple.

Xie Qun looked at the Imperial Edict of Conviction in his hand, then at the fatigued and plump woman kneeling on the floor, his face full of doubt.

"Is it her?"

Yan An’s expression was sorrowful as he nodded: "Yes."

Xie Qun glanced again at the Imperial Edict of Conviction and asked the woman below, Mrs. Liu: "Did you really kill eight people all by yourself?"

Mrs. Liu dumbly nodded: "Reporting to the official, it was the criminal."

Xie Qun couldn’t help licking his dry lips, finding it unbelievable: "Why would you commit murder in the Township Manor? Have you a grudge against someone there?"

"I had disagreements with my sisters-in-law, so I killed a few of their maids to vent my anger," Mrs. Liu said.

Xie Qun still frowned: "This record also states that you killed an aunt; was that also because of a disagreement?"

Mrs. Liu let out a cold laugh: "Of course."

"Audacious!" Suddenly, Xie Qun slammed down the gavel strongly, his booming voice startling everyone present, including Sun Qinglian, who had been sitting quietly, now opening her eyes.

Mrs. Liu was scared witless, as a countrywoman unaccustomed to such events, the shock of the previous day’s events had already been terrifying, and now with Xie Qun’s display of authority, she felt even more shaken.

Fearing that Xie Qun would interrogate her to the real truth, Yan An promptly spoke: "We have both witnesses and evidence, the criminal has also confessed; does the official have any further doubts?"

Xie Qun internally had no doubts, but there were procedures to follow. Usually, with such a strike of his, there would be a few who got so scared that the case took a turn, but now with the lady of the Township Manor present, it seemed a certainty.

So he tossed the gavel aside and waved to his subordinates: "Since the facts of the case are clear, take the criminal away, execution to follow shortly." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

He dropped a Death Warrant Placard, which fell in front of Mrs. Liu. She seemed to wake from a dream, and when people started dragging her out by the shoulders, she suddenly shouted, "My lord—take care of our children!"

The sound was mournful and heart-wrenching, moving those who heard it to tears. Xie Qun helplessly shook his head, and even Sun Qinglian, who had been at the side, couldn’t help but look up at Mrs. Liu. Only Yan An never looked back from beginning to end.

Seeing this, Sun Qinglian let out a cold snort.

This was also why she looked down on Yan An originally.

Always putting profits first, such a man would make any woman regret marrying him.

After handing over Madam Liu to the Dali Temple, there was no need to keep Sun Qinglian; just as she boarded the carriage, someone followed her. She frowned disapprovingly, "What are you doing up here?"

"Sister-in-law, show some mercy; your carriage is spacious, one more passenger won’t make a difference." Yan An got on the carriage, lifted the curtain, and urged the coachman to hurry along, but the driver remained unmoved.

Seeing this, Yan An said to Sun Qinglian, "Sister-in-law, surely you don’t still hold a grudge about what happened in the past? I was immature and offensive back then, but didn’t elder brother make me apologize to you afterwards?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Qinglian couldn’t help but want to laugh, "All these years, Yan An, your shamelessness has grown stronger with each passing year. Just last night, you were brandishing swords and spears at me and Wanqing, and today you’re hoping to simply turn the page. Let me tell you, no way! Get down immediately!"

Yan An had no intention of getting off; today, Sun Qinglian was wearing a simple and elegant peacock-blue robe, looking dignified and graceful as ever, and her fiery temper to boot. Now that Madam Liu’s death sentence was set, and he without a wife or concubine by his side, seeing his former sweetheart naturally made his heart itch.

Sun Qinglian noticed his wandering gaze flickering over her body and felt sick to her stomach. She suddenly became stern, "Say it again, get down!"

Yan An still didn’t understand, and even stood up, "Sister-in-law, your little brother has something to say. Elder brother has been away for so many years, and you’ve been guarding an empty bed, which is pitiable. You see, I resemble elder brother quite a bit, so why not—"

"You’re asking for a punishment if you refuse to drink a toast!" Sun Qinglian pursed her lips, and as Yan An approached, she swiftly kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying out of the carriage. The coachman, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, moved aside just in time, and Yan An, without protection, fell straight out of the carriage and rolled a couple of times before stopping in front of the Dali Temple, losing all face.

Sun Qinglian lifted the curtain and, seeing Yan An getting up from the ground, scolded, "Dare to enter the gates of Township Manor again, and I’ll break your legs!"

"Shrew! It’s my elder brother’s manor! How dare you!" Yan An shouted, losing all semblance of dignity as he pointed and cursed at the carriage.

Sun Qinglian sneered, "Why don’t you try?" Having said that, she instructed the coachman to head back to the manor, leaving Yan An standing there, continuing his impotent rage.

Upon returning to the manor, Sun Qinglian instructed the gatekeeper not to allow Yan An entrance.

"Reporting to the madam, the young master from the hall didn’t make it; he’s passed away," a maid who had been waiting for a while delivered the news.

Sun Qinglian’s expression remained indifferent, "Where is he?"

"Still lying in the room."

"Bad omen." Sun Qinglian clenched her teeth every time the name Yan Minsheng came up. She motioned with her hand, "Go find out where Yan An is staying today, then take his son’s bedding and send it there."

Yan Minsheng had killed eight people, including Aunt Song; Sun Qinglian wished she could lash his corpse. Now that he was dead, she would not allow such a filthy thing to remain within the Township Manor.

"How shall we explain to the old lady..." The maid hesitated, "Today, the old lady fainted several times over this affair."

After hearing this, Sun Qinglian’s expression was still indifferent, "She’s Yan An’s mother, not mine. What does that have to do with me?"

From the moment the old lady agreed to let Yan An move against her and Yan Wanqing, the already tenuous and pitiable mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship dissipated like smoke.

"If the old lady interferes, just find more people," she commanded and then walked towards Yan Wanqing’s courtyard, asking as she went, "Has Hongzhao woken up yet? Has she eaten?"

"Reporting to the madam, the fifth young miss has just woken up, saying she isn’t hungry yet."

Sun Qinglian’s eyes filled with pity, and she quickened her pace, "Tell the kitchen to prepare some light porridge; she can’t eat anything too greasy just after waking. And get some small dishes ready too."

She moved quickly, even employing some lightfootedness, leaving the maids and nursemaids scrambling to follow.

While chasing her, a maid asked in surprise, "We haven’t seen the madam with her prayer beads lately, which she always keeps on hand. Did she lose them?"

The nursemaid glanced at the maid, "Speak less. Don’t meddle in matters that are none of your business."

How could something that was always at hand be lost? It was simply placed aside by somebody.