Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 122 - Tears

These two sentences exposed a lot of information. These six people were most likely assassins, and their target was the Grand Princess Luo Yuheng.

This was extremely confidential information and normally would not be spoken of casually. But in a place like this, there was no need to worry about being overheard.

The pretty widow's brow locked slightly.

The two young men dressed as scholars were also a little hesitant.

They were assassins. Taking people's money to eliminate their troubles was their job. But to do this job on the head of the imperial family was a bit like courting death.

One could imagine what they would face once they killed the Grand Princess. It would be round-the-clock investigations by the authorities, an endless pursuit by the imperial court, and even in the Jianghu, there would probably be many people targeting their lives, just to trade their heads for a high bounty.

"Big Brother, I think what Sixth Sister says makes sense. That's the Grand Princess. The strength of the guards around her is definitely not something an ordinary person can compare to." One of the scholars spoke slowly:

"Who knows, there might even be an army by that Luo Yuheng's side. Even if we Six Great Villains of Ning have a big name in the Jianghu, against an army, that's no different from seeking death."

This scholar was a clear-headed one.

It was true that martial artists were strong, but in the face of a regular army, they were just clay chickens and pottery dogs. Let alone them, even those Ninth-Rank martial artists who are as elusive as a divine dragon would only have the fate of being turned into a hedgehog in the face of powerful bows and strong crossbows.

The Six Great Villains of Ning.

Number One, Ghost Face Mad Saber.

Number Two, Ghost Whirlwind.

Number Three, Bloody Hand Human Butcher.

Number Four, Soul-Snatching Scholar.

Number Five, Life-Taking Scholar.

Number Six, Pretty Widow.

These six were all villains who had committed countless evils in the Jianghu of the Ning Kingdom. Their hands were stained with countless lives. The pile of wanted posters for them was thick. To this day, they had not been arrested.

Ghost Face Mad Saber let out a 'heh': "When we received the deposit before, how come I didn't see you being afraid?"

"Scared now?"

"Too late!"

"Is someone who can take out one hundred and eighty thousand taels of silver easy to provoke?"

"To this day, we don't even know the other party's identity, yet they know our situation like the back of their hand. If we were to take the money and run, I'm afraid countless constables would immediately surround us."

Ghost Face Mad Saber's throat seemed to have been damaged. His voice was sinister. Paired with the lightning and thunder outside the mountain god temple, and the bizarre atmosphere inside, it only made people feel gloomy and terrifying.

The remaining few all had stiff expressions. They knew that this time, they had been forced into a troublesome matter.

Seeing that the few of them had stopped their thoughts of backing out, Ghost Face Mad Saber finally smiled. The knife scars all over his face moved along with it, as if his entire face were crawling with centipedes:

"But you don't have to worry too much. The employer has provided detailed intelligence."

"There are not many masters in the entire Grand Princess's mansion. A hundred-some household guards, mostly Second and Third-Rank. Only seven have reached Sixth-Rank, two are Seventh-Rank, only one is Eighth-Rank, and there isn't a single Ninth-Rank."

"That Luo Yuheng, apart from her status as a Grand Princess, is just an ordinary woman.”

"The two brothers, Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan, are just weak scholars who don't know martial arts. They can be directly ignored."

"The third son, Luo Tianyang, is said to have some strength, but he's a fool. Not a threat."

"The eldest daughter is a consumption ghost. The third and fourth daughters are just two little wenches."

"The second daughter has a bit of strength, but it's just flowery fists and embroidered kicks. She couldn't possibly be our opponent." Dıscover more novels at NovєlFіre.net

"Number Two and I are both Eighth-Rank martial artists. The four of you are also of Seventh-Rank strength. No matter how you look at it, the advantage is with us. It's impossible to lose."

Ghost Face Mad Saber was full of confidence.

Although the Luo Mansion had more household guards, they were assassins; there was no need to confront the other party head-on. He believed that as long as he made a move, the guards around Luo Yuheng would have absolutely no chance to stop him.

Thinking this, he couldn't help but lick his lips. His pair of scarlet eyes were full of greed and madness.

He had heard that Luo Yuheng was a peerless beauty, praised as the number one beauty of the Ning Kingdom. If he could slash that face, it would surely be the supreme enjoyment.

"And I have already planned it all out."

After a brief pause, Ghost Face Mad Saber spoke again:

"Right now, Song Prefecture is full of refugees, and Ningping County is no exception. With this downpour, the number of refugees will probably be even greater."

"As a Grand Princess, at this time she will naturally have to stand up and take charge of the overall situation. She might even have to personally appear for disaster relief, to give out congee. After all, these people love to do this kind of superficial work the most."

"The employer will find a way to lure away the masters around Luo Yuheng. At that time, at most, there will only be some handmaidens accompanying her. Then we will mix in and disguise ourselves as refugees. As long as we can get close to Luo Yuheng, I am confident I can kill her in one strike."

"A boat has already been prepared by the sea. After the deed is done, we can take the boat and head south, entering the territory of the Zhao Kingdom. By then, we will be safe."

"No matter how long the arms of the Ning Kingdom's government are, they can't reach into the Zhao Kingdom. And with that one hundred and eighty thousand taels of silver, it will be enough for a lifetime of glory and wealth in the latter half of our lives. And the employer also said, for the others in the Luo family, including that live-in son-in-law, for every extra one killed, we get an additional thirty thousand taels."

These words echoed in everyone's ears.

You look at me, I look at you. The original worry in their eyes gradually dissipated. All that was left was greed for silver.

Only the pretty widow's brow was tightly furrowed. She felt an invisible oppression lingering in her heart.

……

At the same time.

Within Ningping County.

The downpour seemed to have lessened a little.

The wind blew in from the window, making the candlelight flicker slightly.

The room was quiet. Yang Siyao had already risen from the ground. Her expression seemed to have returned to calm. She was no longer dry heaving like before. Only her pair of eyes were as indifferent as before.

That package had been placed on the table by Song Yan. She slowly walked towards the package.

Song Yan and Gu Banxia looked at Yang Siyao's figure, their eyes a little worried. But under the current circumstances, neither of them knew how to comfort her.

Any words of comfort would seem so pale.

This was Yang Siyao's own ordeal. She had to get through it herself.

Her fingers touched it. Through the slightly damp cloth, she could faintly feel the hardness of bone. Pursing her lips, Yang Siyao reached out and opened the package. What came into view was a patch of grayish-white.

It was bone.

There were still clothes on the bones. Although the color had faded, from the style, one could still tell that it was the dress she had prepared for her sister two years ago.

Messy hair was still attached to the skull. The hair was very long, almost reaching her waist, and had clearly not been cared for for a long time.

Who knows if it was while she was alive or after she died, but in short, this body must have suffered an extremely violent impact. The skull was full of cracks. There was also a hole at the top of the head. The ribs were shattered, and the leg bones were broken.

There were even many bones that had completely separated from the body.

Luo Tianxuan had been very meticulous in collecting them. Even some of the small fragments were all gathered, nothing was missed.

On top of the bones, there was also a piece of paper. Yang Siyao picked it up and glanced at it, and found that it was left by Luo Tianxuan. On it was a detailed record of how Luo Tianxuan had searched for news of her sister after arriving in Langya, and what exactly her sister had suffered.

Actually, the process was not complicated.

With Luo Tianxuan's strength, it was not difficult to kidnap a few Yang family members and pry open their mouths to learn her sister's information. Of course, for the sake of secrecy, these few people were definitely not allowed to live.

Just as she had expected, her younger sister had not been well cared for in the Yang family. Being bullied, cursed at, and even beaten were probably common occurrences.

Of course, whenever Yang Siyao proposed to meet her sister, the Yang family side would still take good care of her for a few days. At the very least, they had to let the injuries on her body heal, change her into a clean set of clothes, and let her eat a few good meals. It's just that this kind of life was really too little for her sister.

Those people would also stick needles under her sister's fingernails, forcing her sister to learn what should be said and what shouldn't be said.

As she read, Yang Siyao's body trembled slightly.

Who knows when, but tears were already falling like rain.

She was working for the Yang family, but in a place she couldn't see, her sister was being tortured by the Yang family.

But even so, her sister didn't even have the right to live. She played around in the Yang family all day like a child, and then accidentally offended the legitimate young miss of the Yang family. She was the youngest daughter of Yang Miaoqing's elder brother, a true 'pearl in the palm'.

A thirteen-year-old girl. Last year, she was only twelve, right?

But her heart was more venomous than a snake or a scorpion.

Just because she took a fancy to the bead on her sister's wrist... it was a round, smooth, and translucent stone. Her sister had found it. There were two of them.

Yang Siyao felt the stones were very pretty and had made them into two lucky beads. One string she put on her sister's wrist, the other she kept for herself.

That young miss took a fancy to this bead, but her sister wouldn't give it to her and held it tightly in her palm. When she was leaving, she accidentally bumped into that young miss.

That young miss then instructed her underlings to drag her sister to the back mountain and throw her off a cliff.

She clearly had everything since birth. Why did she still have to snatch her sister's one tiny stone?

Her sister's life was gone, just like that.

Yang Siyao couldn't imagine what kind of fear her sister must have endured when she was thrown off the cliff.

Prying open the finger bones, the bead was still lying quietly in the palm.

For her sister, this was the most precious treasure in the world. Even in death, she had never let go.

Click.

A cup of tea was placed on the table.

Steaming hot.

Looking up, she saw it was Song Yan.

As for Gu Banxia, she had left at some point, perhaps unwilling to disturb them at this time.

"Drink some water. You've shed so many tears," Song Yan said softly.

Yang Siyao let out a breath, slowly sat down in the chair, and took a light sip. Her two hands rested on her lap, her fingers gently caressing the teacup.

"Thank you."

"Feeling a little better?"

"Much better."

Yang Siyao sniffled hard again: "I think I'm actually a very cruel-hearted woman."

"How so?"

"My sister is gone. I'm very sad."

"That's very normal."

"But while I'm sad, I actually also feel a kind of liberated relief." Yang Siyao smiled self-deprecatingly.

She felt she was like scum. Her only relative was gone, yet it was as if she had cast off a heavy burden.

Song Yan was silent for a moment: "Have you ever heard this saying?"

"What?"

"There are no filial sons at the bedside of the long-term sick!"

Yang Siyao's eyes widened. In this era that revered filial piety, Song Yan's words could be said to be rebellious against orthodoxy.

As expected of the man who could become Luo Yuheng's son-in-law.

If these words were to get out, he would probably be harshly criticized by those great Confucian scholars, wouldn't he?

Song Yan swirled the teacup on the table, his gaze sweeping over the grayish-white bones beside them.

“Caring for your sister was your parents' responsibility, not yours."

"It was their irresponsibility that forcefully pressed this responsibility onto you. How old were you then? Nine? Ten? Eleven?"

"I'm not going to say things like 'your sister will definitely remember your kindness' or 'even though she has passed away, she would want you to live a good life.' I just want to tell you that you've already done enough."

"You're already very tired."

"Before, you lived for your sister. From now on, you can live for yourself."

Yang Siyao listened quietly, her face calm.

It's just, why was something rolling down from the corners of her eyes?

Were they tears?

Was she crying?

But, I really am so tired.