Chapter 91 - My Mother for You

The blood flowed on the ground, gathering together, as if a layer of bright red lacquer had been painted on the corridor. Walking through it, Song Yan could clearly feel a sticky sensation under his feet.

A little disgusting.

But in comparison, the twisted fear on the faces of Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen was even more satisfying to him. Every time his foot landed, it made the two of them tremble.

Their deathly pale faces were completely bloodless.

Their trembling bodies shook like chaff in a sieve.

Their two pairs of eyes looked at the approaching Song Yan as if they were looking at a life-reaping, vicious ghost, with no idea how he would torture them.

Thinking of the things they had done to Song Yan before, he won't let us go easily... Damn it, if I could do it over again, I would definitely have killed him at all costs. As long as that bastard was dead, we would never have been reduced to such a state.

If Song Yan had rushed over and directly snapped their necks, for Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen, it might have been a kind of release. But Song Yan's speed was unhurried. This allowed them to live for a few more breaths, but for the two of them, this was definitely not a good thing.

With every step he took, death approached another step. With every breath, the fear in their hearts was magnified.

Mentally, it was simply inhuman torture.

In a short time, the fear in their chests had reached an unimaginable degree. Finally, they couldn't hold on any longer:

"Song Yan, you, what are you trying to do? You can't kill me! I am your legitimate mother, and he is your elder brother! Do you want to bear the infamy of matricide and fratricide?" Yang Miaoqing shrieked.

Since ancient times, the dynasties of the Central Plains have revered filial piety. She was trying to use filial piety to pressure Song Yan, to fight for a sliver of a chance to live.

Even though she was terrified to the extreme, Yang Miaoqing still desperately spread her arms to shield Song Zhen.

"Legitimate Mother?" Song Yan smiled. His expression had already returned to normal, and the previous violence could no longer be seen on his face.

"Elder Brother? Do we have the slightest blood relation?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are all..." Yang Miaoqing opened her mouth subconsciously.

"Huu..." Song Yan let out a breath.

"Yang Miaoqing, you are, at the very least, the legitimate daughter of the Yang family. Why can't you maintain a little bit of dignity? What's the point of continuing this pretense now?"

"Tell me, should I call him Song Zhen or Yang Zhen?" Song Yan said, then shook his head.

"No good, no good. His father is also named Yang Zhen. A father and son can't have the same name."

Song Zhen was still completely dumbfounded.

He didn't seem to understand what this meant.

Yang Miaoqing's pupils, however, suddenly contracted. She had been pleading before, but she inexplicably calmed down. The gaze she directed at Song Yan became empty and profound.

"How do you know? Besides you, who else knows?"

"Song Hongtao."

"Song Hongtao... he actually knows. No wonder, no wonder his attitude towards Zhen'er changed so drastically. So that's how it is..."

Her fine voice was like a murmur to herself.

A bit of neurotic madness.

The corners of Yang Miaoqing's mouth spread into a grin, but tears slid down from the corners of her eyes. Could this be her retribution?

Back then, she had enjoyed the pleasure of fooling Song Hongtao, of putting a hat on that foolish man. But now, she had to bear the consequences of that pleasure twofold.

She also finally understood why her perfectly good plan had turned out like this.

She had lost.

Yang Miaoqing gave a helpless, bitter smile. She had always prided herself on being the legitimate daughter of the Yang family, and considered herself intelligent. But she had never expected to suffer such a crushing defeat this time.

"If you kill us, the Yang family will not let you go."

Song Yan spread his hands: "Don't slander an innocent person out of thin air. The people were killed by the Wokou. What does that have to do with me?"

Yang Miaoqing let out a 'heh'. That's right. Tonight, the Wokou were attacking Ningping County. It was very normal for a few people to die, wasn't it? It's just that in her plan, the ones who were supposed to die were Song Yan and Luo Yuheng. But now, the one who was going to die had become herself.

"As for the Yang family..."

"I once promised someone that I would wipe out the Yang family's entire household register... uh, you probably can't understand 'household register'. It just means to annihilate the entire Yang family."

"I know these words are a bit of an overestimation of my abilities, but one always has to try. What if it succeeds?"

Song Yan said with a chuckle, still in that same unhurried manner.

If she had heard these words before, Yang Miaoqing might have sneered a couple of times. The Yang family, what kind of existence was that? Any random nobody dared to jump out and say they were going to annihilate the entire Yang family?

Simply foolish!

But at this moment, Yang Miaoqing could no longer laugh.

Compared to the Yang family, the current Song Yan was perhaps still very weak.

However, his young body carried the soul of a devil. He was calm, cruel, cunning, and despicable. No one knew what kind of things he was capable of doing.

For some reason, Yang Miaoqing had a premonition. This youth would probably become the Yang family's most terrifying enemy.

"Oh right, you really didn't need to collude with the Wokou." Song Yan let out a breath and told Yang Miaoqing a piece of good news.

"I heard that someone from the Ministry of Punishments has already pulled some strings. Song Zhen's charge of intentional homicide has been changed to manslaughter. Considering that Song Zhen is disabled, the death penalty has also been changed to an acquittal."

"The Ministry of Punishments has already sent out the official document. It probably won't be more than a few days before it reaches Ningping."

"That is to say, Fifth Brother only needs to stay in jail for a few more days before he can be free."

"But then you had to go and stir up the Wokou. And Fifth Brother died tragically at the hands of the Wokou. What a mess you've made."

As soon as these words were spoken, both Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen's bodies shook.

Especially Song Zhen, his face twitched and contorted in a bizarre way. His gaze towards Yang Miaoqing was full of venomous resentment.

If not for this stupid woman, how would I have ended up dead?

Song Zhen's venomous gaze made Yang Miaoqing tremble all over. Her face looked as if it were about to cry:

Don't look at me like that!

Don't look at me like that!

At this moment, Yang Miaoqing had almost completely collapsed. Everything she had planned had almost all turned into knives stabbing at herself, and had even reaped her son's life.

All hope, all perseverance, all vanished like smoke and scattered like clouds at this instant.

That kind of pain was even more unbearable than the bloody hole Yang Siyao had stabbed in her waist.

Ah ah... hehe... gurgle gurgle...

Only strange, indescribable sounds were left in her throat, appearing as if she were mad.

These were words that attacked the heart.

What was harmed was not the physical body, but the soul and the will.

Seeing that the spirits of both had been more or less destroyed, it was time to send them on their way. After all, he had other things to do and not much time to waste on these two.

He grabbed Yang Miaoqing's hair, and with a faint snapping sound, Yang Miaoqing's body was thrown by Song Yan, smashing against the wall beside them with a thump.

Of course, Song Yan had control over his strength. Although a few of Yang Miaoqing's bones were probably broken, she wouldn't die.

After all, he had promised Yang Miaoqing that he would kill Song Zhen in front of her.

Looking at Song Yan's calm face, Song Zhen was terrified to the extreme. His body, like a worm, wriggled slowly on the ground, continuously retreating, trying to put distance between himself and Song Yan.

But behind him was the wall. There was nowhere to retreat.

The extreme fear was like a giant claw, clutching Song Zhen's heart. At this moment, the dignity of a Duke's legitimate son was all bullshit; none of it was as important as his own life.

He desperately wriggled his body and with great difficulty, knelt on the ground. Even though it pulled at the wounds on his leg, causing his face to twitch, he had no intention of stopping. His head smashed heavily on the ground:

"Ninth Brother, spare me."

"It was all my fault before. I apologize to you."

"As long as you spare me this once, I'll give you whatever you want."

"Do you want money? I have a lot of money. I know where all my mother's bank notes are hidden. I'll give you all the secret codes. That's hundreds of thousands of taels."

Thud, thud, thud…

He was really using force. After a few hits, traces of blood were already seeping from his forehead. Song Zhen could clearly feel Song Yan's shadow falling over him. He grew even more panicked:

"Don't want money? Women! Do you want women?"

"Yang Siyao is yours! I still have many handmaidens by my side. They are very good at serving people. They're yours, all yours!"

"My mother! My mother is yours too! She's the legitimate daughter of the Yang family, and she's not bad looking... Don't you want to taste what the legitimate daughter of the Yang family is like?"

Song Zhen had risked it all. As long as he could live, he would give up anything.

Yang Miaoqing at the side was dumbfounded. She looked at her son in disbelief, as if she had never expected her son to be able to say such things.

But these words, in Song Yan's ears, only made him feel disgusted. He curled his lip with some revulsion, grabbed Song Zhen's hair, and with a woosh, slammed him against the wall beside them.

THUD!

His head smashed heavily against the wall. Faintly, one could even hear the sound of his skull cracking.

Song Zhen's voice was instantly stuck in his throat. His eyes became a bit unfocused, losing all concentration.

Dark red blood began to seep from the corners of his eyes, his nostrils, and the corners of his mouth.

WHUMP!

WHUMP!

WHUMP!

Song Zhen's head was smashed against it again and again. The wall plaster began to fall off, and red marks, rotten scalp, and black hair stuck to it.

Woosh.

Another forceful slam.

Boom.

Right before Yang Miaoqing's eyes, Song Zhen's head was like a watermelon ripened in June.

It shattered.

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