Chapter 90 - This Woman is Sick in the Head

"Legitimate Mother, Fifth Brother, where are you two going?"

Suddenly hearing this voice, Yang Miaoqing's expression changed instantly. Song Zhen's body trembled violently, his pupils quaking as if from an earthquake. The hearts of both mother and son sank.

Why would Song Yan appear here? By now, the Wokou should have already surrounded the Luo family, right?

Luo Tianyi, Gu Banxia, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu fanned out behind Song Yan, blocking the dungeon entrance tightly.

A faint smile hung on Song Yan's face, without the slightest hint of a tense atmosphere. He even gave a polite bow towards Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen.

"Your Excellency, Legitimate Mother, what are you doing? Could it be you want to break Fifth Brother out of jail?"

His gaze swept over Song Zhen. He probably hadn't changed his clothes for a month. The fabric's original color could no longer be seen; it was blackish and caked. His hair was messy and coarse. One could even see some small insects hopping around on his head. Could they be fleas?

He gently fanned a hand in front of his nose; the smell was a bit unbearable.

"How did Fifth Brother end up like this? Thinking back to how high-spirited Fifth Brother was, in his fine embroidered robes. Anyone who saw him would have to call him a graceful, fine young master... Ai, people always have to pay a price for what they've done. Who can you blame but yourself for killing Seventh Brother? Otherwise, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Fifth Brother should repent properly in jail. Strive to be a good person in the future."

Ssss.

The sarcastic voice made Song Zhen's body tremble violently.

What does he mean, be a good person in the future? If I can't escape today, I won't have a future.

Seeing this good-for-nothing, whom he had bullied at will since childhood, now daring to humiliate him like this, Song Zhen only felt as if something had suddenly exploded in his chest. A scorching heat rushed to his head.

"Song Yan... it's you! I've become like this, it's all your fault."

"It was you who cut off Song Yun's head..."

"You're just an illegitimate son, a bastard! Why don't you go die? Why don't you go die?"

The howling sound was shrill and venomous.

Why could this bastard who had harmed him so miserably still be so calm and carefree, as if nothing had happened?

The calmer he appeared, the thicker the hatred in Song Zhen's heart grew.

Song Yan let out a breath and glanced at Song Zhen with some pity.

"Fifth Brother, don't speak nonsense. It was clearly you who killed Seventh Brother. I know you want to escape the blame, but we are blood brothers. You can't pin it on my head."

Seeing that Song Yan had not made a move, but also had no intention of moving aside, Yang Miaoqing grew anxious. The longer the current situation dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for them. They had to leave this place as soon as possible.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Miaoqing said slowly: "Song Yan, I command you in my capacity as Legitimate Mother, get out of the way."

"As long as you get out of the way, I will let bygones be bygones and not hold past matters against you."

Song Yan was stunned, and then with a pfft, he let out an inopportune laugh. He laughed so hard he bent forward and leaned back, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

Who knows how long passed, but Song Yan's laughter gradually subsided, leaving only heavy panting. Only then did Song Yan look up at Yang Miaoqing. His originally gentle expression gradually turned grim, ferocious. His gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, as cold as a venomous snake's.

"Yang Miaoqing, you bitch!"

Yang Miaoqing's face darkened. Even if she no longer had her previous status, no one had ever dared to curse her like this to her face:

"Insolence! You're presumptuous!”

Song Yan's mouth spread into a grin: "Heh, Yang Miaoqing, I really don't know where you get the cheek to say something like 'let bygones be bygones.'"

"You killed my birth mother."

"You've tried to murder me more than ten times since I was a child. If I weren't so lucky, I don't know how many times I would have already died at your hands."

"My elder sister went missing because of you."

"And now you tell me to let bygones be bygones? It's too late!"

Yang Miaoqing's mood grew more and more agitated. Her gaze kept darting to the area behind Song Yan. She didn't know what the situation in the county town was like now, but whether the Wokou found their way here or the jailers returned, it would be extremely bad for them:

"What will it take for you to get out of the way? Do you want money? How much do you want? I'll give you anything."

Song Yan let out a breath. The original distortion on his face gradually relaxed:

"Money, I'll never have too much of it." This seems to be a famous quote from Captain Jia, but whatever:

"However, you and Song Zhen don't need to give me money. Just give me your lives..."

"My mother died by my side, and I cried next to her... Isn't this the kind of thing you love to do most? So when I kill Song Zhen in front of you, you'll surely be very happy, right?"

"Don't worry. I'm a relatively soft-hearted person. After I kill Song Zhen, I will let your family be reunited. I swear."

Perhaps it was to vent. He was talking a lot. In his memory, it seemed he had never spoken so unreservedly as he did today.

That calm face and those sinister, cold eyes inexplicably made even Yang Miaoqing's body tremble. She had already understood that Song Yan would absolutely not let her and her son go.

She glanced at Song Yan's side. There were only five people. Song Yan was a good-for-nothing with no combat ability and could be ignored. That handmaiden could also be ignored.

Luo Tianyi had some strength and wasn't easy to deal with. The most troublesome were probably those two men.

But her side had more people, over twenty.

Twenty against five, the advantage is with me.

Although some people might die, in the end, they could still charge out. Thinking this, Yang Miaoqing prepared to give the command, just at this moment...

Puchi!

The dull sound of a blade entering a body broke the momentary silence of the dungeon.

Yang Miaoqing's body trembled. The intense pain twisted her noble face into a knot.

She looked down in disbelief. A short knife had been stabbed into her abdomen from the side.

Thick blood dripped down the blade to the ground. On the hilt were several slender, onion-white fingers. Following the arm up, Yang Siyao's face was strikingly reflected in her eyes.

Smiling at Yang Miaoqing, Yang Siyao tapped her toes, and her body floated away, arriving at Song Yan's side.

The younger sister-in-law, Luo Tianyi's, brow furrowed, as if she were extremely dissatisfied with Yang Siyao being so close to Song Yan.

But the current situation was a bit special, so in the end, she didn't say anything.

Actually, Yang Siyao didn't need to make a move. She could have done nothing at all, and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu would have been able to kill all these people cleanly. But sometimes, something like a pledge of allegiance is necessary.

A clamor arose from the crowd. Yang Miaoqing's body trembled. The wound was not in a fatal spot like the heart or neck; she would not die immediately. This could take a quarter of an hour, or even half an hour.

Pressing a hand to her wound, Yang Miaoqing raised her deathly pale face:

"Siyao, you... how could you do this to me? I was even willing to let Zhen'er take you as his wife!”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

Even Luo Tianyi's small mouth was slightly agape, she was quite shocked. No, is this woman sick in the head?

Yang Siyao spread her hands.

"My dear aunt, you don't really think that everyone in the Ning Kingdom treats Song Zhen like a treasure, just like you, do you?"

"Even when Song Zhen was normal, I wouldn't have looked twice at such a useless man, let alone now that he's a cripple and a murderer. Could it be that you think letting me marry Song Zhen is a gift to me?"

A trace of venom flashed in Yang Miaoqing's eyes. She would not allow anyone to humiliate her son, but now was not the time to fuss over these things.

"Protect Zhen'er! Charge out!"

The next instant, the twenty-some household guards and handmaidens by her side swarmed towards the dungeon entrance.

These people were Yang Miaoqing's die-hard loyalists, and even had the makings of death warriors. Their eyes instantly turned red, and holding short knives, daggers, and other such weapons, they charged forward, hacking and stabbing.

Although there was no order to their movements, if you were really hit by one of them, the feeling would definitely not be good.

Ferocious grins appeared on the faces of both Zhang Long and Zhao Hu.

These two also came from the army. And unlike ordinary soldiers, they were at the level of fierce generals on the battlefield... not the kind of generals who command battles, but the type who charge into the fray.

Originally, knowing that the Wokou were attacking Ningping, the two had really wanted to cross blades with those little dwarves. But because they had to guard Song Yan, they had missed out. Now that there was another chance to see some blood, they naturally wouldn't hesitate.

The next breath, the two of them took a step forward in unison. Their eyes were wide and glaring. An aura that could only be tempered by slaughter on the battlefield—a fierce and cruel aura—gushed out. Although there was no substantial harm, within the dungeon corridor, the movements of the twenty-plus people all paused, and their crazed appearance faded quite a bit.

Immediately after, with two shings, two shining long sabers were drawn at the same time. One chopped down like splitting Mount Hua, the other swept across like mowing down a thousand troops.

Squelch.

Crack!

Of the two people charging at the very front, one was cut in half at the waist. The other was even more miserable; his skull was split open, his entire head divided in two.

Thick blood instantly sprayed out, and the walls on both sides were stained a deep scarlet.

Wang Qingshan's purge of Yang Miaoqing's people had been too severe. Although there were still more than twenty fish that had slipped through the net, these people's strength was very average. Among them, they couldn't even find a single ranked martial artist. How could they possibly resist the fiendish Zhang Long and Zhao Hu?

Squelch, squelch, squelch...

It was all the sound of blades entering flesh. From time to time, one could even see arms and heads flying up into the air.

Every time a saber was lifted and fell, a life was declared over. There was absolutely no one who could block even a single strike. The number of people in the corridor was decreasing at an extremely terrifying speed.

Severed limbs and broken bodies flew everywhere. In an instant, the dungeon had already turned into a living hell.

Although Yang Miaoqing had been stabbed once, she could still hold on. Facing such a cruel enemy, she was also filled with terror, her body involuntarily retreating.

On the other side, an old male servant had been supporting Song Zhen the whole time.

Seeing fewer and fewer of his subordinates blocking in front, suddenly, a bright silver saber light shot straight through the layers of blood mist and, like lightning, slashed across the old servant's neck.

The old servant's body instantly froze on the spot, motionless. After a few breaths, his head rolled to the ground with a thud. Having lost its support, Song Zhen fell to the ground.

Pity his arm and leg, whose injuries had not yet healed. This fall landed directly on the wounds, the broken bones poking into his flesh.

Ahhhhhh...

A shrill scream erupted from Song Zhen's mouth.

At this moment, Song Zhen even felt a little regret. Perhaps compared to escaping, staying in prison would have been a little safer.

Hearing her son's miserable scream, how could Yang Miaoqing have the mind to care about her own wounds? She rushed over, wanting to help her son up.

Just then, a series of exceptionally unnerving footsteps slowly sounded:

Squelch... squelch... squelch...

It was the sound of feet trampling in the muddy pool of blood.

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