The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 70: Do you think you deserve it?

Abiao hung his head low, his hands trembling slightly by his side.

"Speak, who instructed you to do those things?" Old Master Ye demanded in a stern voice.

Abiao lifted his head, his eyes filled with panic as he looked towards Ye Miao, stuttering, "It was Young Master Miao, Young Master Miao said he just wanted to scare Miss Jiuliang."

"You’re talking nonsense." Ye Miao’s eyes burned red as he rushed forward, swinging a fist towards him, "I didn’t, why are you framing me."

Abiao didn’t dare to fight back, took a punch, and blood immediately started seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Enough," Old Master Ye interjected.

Ye Miao’s raised fist froze mid-air as Aren quickly stepped in, pulling his hand away and rescuing Abiao from his clutches.

Ye Yu glanced at Old Master Ye, and then quickly, her gaze shifted to Ye Jiuliang, knowing that after causing such a ruckus, the old master would certainly not let Amiao off easily, unless Jiuliang was willing to let it go.

In just a few seconds, her mind took several turns, and she put on a grin, trying to appease with a smile, "Jiuliang, Amiao was wrong in this matter. Here, as your aunt, I apologize to you. I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not disciplining him properly, leading him to foolishly do such a thing."

Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow slightly and gave her a scornful look, "Do you think that an apology will work with me?"

Ye Yu was at a loss for words.

Indeed, a mere apology was truly pale and powerless.

"Ye Miao, aren’t you going to come over and apologize to Jiuliang?" Seeing Old Master Ye’s increasingly grim expression, Ye Yu commanded sternly.

"Why should I apologize to her, maybe those videos were made by Ye Jiuliang herself, deliberately to defame me," Ye Miao stubbornly argued, without a hint of remorse.

"Clap clap - "

Ye Jiuliang brought her hands together, clapping slowly as her pale eyes swept towards him, curling into a faint, cold smile, "There’s a limit to how thick one’s face can be, and one should weigh oneself before speaking. Do you really think you’re worth my time to defame you?"

"You..." Faced with her piercing black eyes, Ye Miao’s momentum weakened significantly.

Ye Jiuliang leaned over, drew the dagger stuck in the cobra, and droplets of blood splattered, tragically beautiful and bloody.

Ye Yu watched the blood-stained dagger, her heart skipped a beat, sensing an ominous premonition.

"Jiuliang, what are you planning to do?"

"Heh." Ye Jiuliang coolly pulled a few tissues, wiping the snake blood off the dagger unhurriedly, her sharp gaze landing heavily on Ye Miao.

"From the day I returned, I warned you, don’t provoke me, but clearly, you didn’t take my words seriously."

Her cold voice grew even lower, chilling and frightening.

"Since you won’t listen, today I’ll make sure you remember this lesson well."

As she spoke, she moved lightly, her ghostly speed startled everyone.

In an instant, an overwhelming sense of oppression surged forward.

The girl’s face, covered in a cold aura, loomed larger before one’s eyes, and Ye Miao’s breathing hitched.

"Ye Jiuliang, you..."

Before he could finish, Ye Jiuliang curled her lips into a sneer, grabbing his collar and reversing the dagger to point it at his throat.

"Jiuliang, don’t!" Ye Yu cried out in alarm.

The Ye Family’s people snapped back to reality and saw the dagger pointed at Ye Miao’s neck, their looks towards Ye Jiuliang growing more complex.

Such quick reflexes were not acquired overnight.

What exactly had she gone through abroad all these years?

"Jiuliang, don’t harm Amiao. I know it was wrong of Amiao to do these things. I’ll make him apologize to you. Just promise me you won’t hurt him, and I will agree to any condition you propose," Ye Yu’s eyes anxiously locked onto the hand Ye Jiuliang was holding the dagger with, fearing she might hurt Ye Miao in a moment of impulse.

"Agree to any condition?" Ye Jiuliang asked, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

Ye Yu nodded eagerly.

"Then..." Ye Jiuliang deliberately drew out her words, "I want all the property in your name. I wonder whether you will give it or not, hmm?"

At these words, everyone’s expression changed.

Ye Yu’s spine tensed, and she hated Ye Jiuliang so deeply that she wished she could slice her a thousand times. The next second, seeing the dagger, glinting with cold light, inch closer and closer to Ye Miao’s neck, she paled with fear.

"Stop, don’t hurt Amiao; I agree to your demands." He was her only son, and with Ye Jiuliang making such an outrageous request, the old master would definitely not ignore it.

Having been by the old master’s side for many years, Ye Yu had come to understand him very well, and indeed, as soon as she finished speaking, the old master spoke up.

"Jiuliang, stop this nonsense and put the dagger down. We can talk this through," the old master said as he stepped forward, his tone gentle and promising.

"There’s nothing to discuss." Ye Jiuliang, clutching the dagger, gave a slight pat with the icy blade on Ye Miao’s cheek, "I think certain individuals need to shed some blood; otherwise, they will never learn their lesson."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Miao felt a stinging pain in his neck.

A faint scent of blood rose to his nostrils, and his body stiffened in an instant.

"Amiao." Ye Yu screamed in shock as Ye Jiuliang moved to act, wanting to rush forward but fearing she would enrage her even further.

Turning her head towards the old master, she pleaded, "Dad, please save Amiao."

"Jiuliang, we are all family here. I will give you satisfaction on this matter. Hand over the dagger to me first," the old master said as he took a step forward, speaking soothingly, "This was all Ye Miao’s fault. I will punish him severely. For your grandfather’s sake, let him go, okay?"

Ye Jiuliang flipped the dagger in her hand, the sharp blade leaving Ye Miao’s neck as her cold eyes narrowed slightly, "If I am not satisfied with the punishment, then no one’s face will matter to me."

Seeing the defiance in her eyes, the old master clearly understood that she was not joking. If she wasn’t satisfied with the punishment for Ye Miao, she truly would take matters into her own hands.

Realizing this, the old master felt a headache coming on.

"Amiao, are you okay?" Ye Yu breathed a sigh of relief, pulling her son to her side and looking at his neck, beaded with drops of blood, her eyes filled with distress.

Ye Miao’s forehead was covered in cold sweat. "I’m fine."

"Ye Lei, Ye Rui," the old master ordered in a stern voice, "take Ye Miao to the ancestral hall."

At the mention of the ancestral hall, everyone was shocked.

Apart from the annual regular memorial ceremonies, being sent to the ancestral hall only meant one thing – severe punishment for a grave mistake.

The meaning behind the old master’s words was clear: the family law was about to be enacted.

"Grandfather." Ye Miao looked towards the old master, his face pale.

The old master glanced at him, chastising, "Who else can you blame for the mistakes you made yourself?"

"Grandpa, isn’t this punishment a bit too harsh?" Ye Lei tentatively pleaded on behalf of Ye Miao.

Ye Jiuliang twirled the dagger, looking at Ye Lei with added amusement in her eyes, "Otherwise, you can take the punishment for him; I wouldn’t mind at all."

"You..." Ye Lei glared at her, lost for words.

The old master said sternly, "Are you not going to listen to me anymore?"

Ye Lei hesitated for a moment but eventually started walking. Beside him, Ye Rui exchanged a glance with Ye Jiuliang, then followed behind Ye Lei.

"I’m sorry, Amiao," said Ye Lei, as he put a hand on his shoulder.