Chapter 159
Everyone was secretly clicking their tongues, wondering when the Liu Family had become so arrogant. Even though they were driven by the hatred of patricide, given Liu Ping’s cunning and ruthless nature, it would have certainly been expected for him to trip someone up and stab them in the back, not openly provoke confrontations so brazenly—a rarity indeed.
No one could figure out whether Liu Ping was truly blinded by hatred.
To the east of Tianhe City lay the old residence of the Liu Family, an estate from the Qing Dynasty resembling a prince’s mansion, with a large quadrangle courtyard.
A woman with hair down to her waist, willow-leaf eyebrows, flaming red lips, and a delicate, slender melon-seed face exhibited grace with every move, yet her softness was laced with venom, deterring anyone from meeting her gaze.
In her hands, she played endlessly with a glass ornament, crescent-shaped—a Glass Moon favored by the ancient Mongols, about the size of half a palm, spinning it around in her hands. After being played with over time, the object seemed to have developed a personality just like a human.
In the spacious hall, Liu Liyue sat on an imperial tutor’s chair with a red-haired young man crouching beside her—his youthful appearance contradicting his action of scratching the ground with a toothpick. The floor was paved with old blue stone slabs, where ants could be seen crawling. The Liu brothers sat on the guest seats, looking at this intimidating woman.
"Have you found Zhang Xiayang?" she asked, her voice matching the frosty aura she exuded.
Liu Ping leaned slightly forward, "Not yet. Word has it that he’s fled to Yunnan, and if that’s the case, he’s probably trying to make his escape to Vietnam."