Miss Loser is too enchanting

Chen Yiran quickly stepped to Sang Yu’s side, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face.

"Yu’er, are you tired?" Seeing Sang Yu’s pale face, Chen Yiran asked with concern.

"Mother, I’m not tired," Sang Yu said, holding onto Chen Yiran’s hand. Then, turning to the Sang Family members, she sneered, "The Spiritual Beast has been tamed. Second Madam Sang, isn’t it time you kept your promise? Kneel and knock your head on the ground three times to my mother, then chop off your head to serve as a stool for me."

"Mother, I’m not tired," Sang Yu repeated, gripping Chen Yiran’s hand. She then turned to the Sang family members with a cold laugh, "I’ve tamed the Spiritual Beast. Second Madam Sang, isn’t it time for you to keep your oath? Kneel down and knock your head three times to my mother, then cut off your head and turn it into a stool for me."

"Sang Yu!" Sang Yu shouted, "How dare you!"

"Why wouldn’t I dare? Your mother made an oath, after all."

Sang Yu’s mother’s face turned even more pale, and if it weren’t for the support of Sang Yu, she wouldn’t have been able to stand.

"Father, you can’t let her do this," Sang Yu yelled at Sang Yijun. At this moment, she couldn’t care less about wondering how Sang Yu, a Sword Master, could still be alive; all she could think about was not allowing her mother to kowtow to that lowly woman’s mother. It had always been them bullying those lowly creatures, Sang Yu and her mother. If her mother did such a thing, how could she ever hold her head up high in the Sang Family again?

At this moment, she thought not of her own mother’s life but that her mother’s kowtowing would bring shame to herself. If her mother knew what she was thinking right now, who knew what she would feel. But what she didn’t know was that seeing her own daughter so frantic and anxious for her, amidst the fear, was also comforting.

"Yu’er..."