My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

The red wolf smoke drifted in the high sky, and the Old Madam Fan’s eyelids twitched violently, her heart pounding so fast it seemed it would leap out of her chest.

This, isn’t this wolf smoke used for communication on the battlefield?

But this old lady is using it in her mansion, isn’t she crazy?

No, that’s not the most urgent matter right now. It’s that cold and distant woman; she said Peng’er was meant to die!

With one sentence, she points it out!

The Old Madam Fan’s skin tensed all over, and seeing Qin Liuxi heading to the ancestral hall, she immediately called the household servants: "Boldly, quickly stop them!"

The servants and guards of the Fan mansion swarmed forward.

Mrs. Zhou drew the Soft Sword from her waist, her eyes like eagles.

Shunfang, meanwhile, pulled out a thumb-thick fine iron from her waist. Who knows what she pressed, but with a snap, the mechanism opened, and with a flick, a barbed whip unfurled.

Madam Xie unleashed her aura, heavily thumping her dragon cane, coldly saying: "The Imperial Gift of the dragon cane is here; I want to see who dares to move against me."

Qin Liuxi: "..."

This scene, why does it suddenly feel like a martial arts movie?

She twitched her fingers, releasing a wisp of yin energy, which hooked onto the servants, saying: "Let’s go, don’t waste effort or time, the sooner this is resolved, the sooner we can leave."

She had a lot to deal with!

Shunfang said: "You go ahead, I’ll cover the rear."

Qin Liuxi walked forward: "They won’t be able to catch up."

Madam Xie had already followed; nobody was more important than her daughter.

Shunfang hadn’t reacted yet, but saw someone just move and then thump, thump, they all fell to the ground as if ghosts had tripped them, and she snorted, thinking she’d have the chance to see how many more she could take down.

A bit disappointed!

The Old Madam Fan was so angry she almost fainted, saying: "Go, quickly go."

Fan Huai Peng, with a gloomy face, asked in a panic: "Mother, what should we do?"

Qin Liuxi actually pointed out his life number.

The Old Madam Fan looked at the Miao Family member, her eyes shining, saying: "Go invite the master."

The Miao Family member’s eyes flickered, and she lowered her head, turning to leave.

Qin Liuxi had already arrived in front of the Fan family’s ancestral hall, glancing up, seeing a tug of war between literary energy and resentful energy; her expression remained cold.

The Fan family had a scholarly lineage for generations, thanks to their ancestors, but who knows if they haven’t reincarnated, they might just jump out of their coffins, rush through the Ghost Gate, and beat this descendant to death.

They had indeed committed a great sin!

"Master, what are you looking at?" Mrs. Zhou asked cautiously.

Qin Liuxi said: "Descendants being sinister and vicious, protecting them is also a sin, diminishing their merit. I’m looking to see if the Fan ancestors are deaf and blind."

As she finished speaking, the literary energy over the ancestral hall seemed to stall, instantly being suppressed by the resentful energy, which surged.

Thump, thump, thump.

Inside the ancestral hall, dull thuds sounded, like tablets falling off the shelves.

"Let’s go in."

The Old Madam Fan had caught up, shouting sharply: "Stop, this is the sacred ground of my Fan family’s ancestral hall; outsiders must not trespass. Madam Xie, even if you’re holding the Imperial Gift, you cannot trespass into other’s ancestral halls. I’ll have the right even if it’s brought before the Emperor."

Qin Liuxi turned her head, saying: "If you dare to accuse, it might as well make known to the world what sinister and vicious acts you’ve done. Once revealed, generations of Fan scholarly reputation would become a joke."

The Old Madam Fan trembled, and beside her, Fan Huai Peng’s gaze dodged.

"Defying fate already defies heavenly principles. Moreover, the method you used is so sinister. What was stolen will ultimately need to be returned. While you can still breathe, choose a good coffin for yourself," Qin Liuxi said, looking at Fan Huai Peng.

Fan Huai Peng’s heart tightened, as if an invisible hand gripped it, making it hard to breathe.

His eyes turned red, fists clenched, looking at Qin Liuxi, a trace of murderous intent flashed.

Qin Liuxi sneered, wanting to kill her?

What a fool’s dream.

"Who, who exactly are you?" The Old Madam Fan stared fiercely at Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi stepped through the courtyard gate of the ancestral hall, her icy voice coming from the front: "I am the one who comes to redress grievances for the sufferers."

The Old Madam Fan staggered again, her already twisted ankle feeling increasingly swollen and painful. She looked up at the gray sky, so dark it seemed it might crush down at any moment, making it hard to breathe.

The main hall of the ancestral hall stood with its doors open. A servant was frantically trying to put back the fallen ancestor tablets.

Just as Qin Liuxi was about to enter, Fan Huai Peng suddenly blocked her: "This is Fan family sacred ground, idle people are not allowed in."