Chapter 430 Turning Against Each Other

Wu Chaoyang lifted his head and said with complete confidence, "So what if it was me? Who told him to block my way and not let me out, and wouldn't even call a doctor for me? So I had no choice but to kill him and run out myself!"

"You... you..." Meng stumbled, her steps unsteady, and nearly fainted. She pointed at Wu Chaoyang with trembling fingers.

"I was kind enough to take you in and let you study with my brother at the marquis's residence, yet you, at such a young age, are so vicious! I'll make you pay with your life for my brother!"

Meng charged forward like a madwoman, ready to beat Wu Chaoyang, but Chen Huaxiu blocked her way, and the two women quickly became entangled in a brawl.

"You homewrecking slut! How dare you hit my son! I'll tear you apart!"

They pulled each other's hair, pinched, scratched faces, and slapped each other—using every trick in the book, leaving everyone present dumbfounded.

Was this still the elegant and composed mistress of the marquis's residence?

How was Meng any different from a common shrew right now?

Ji Nanchuan couldn't bear to watch any longer and quickly ordered the servants to pull Chen Huaxiu apart, while he himself slapped Meng across the face.

"Meng, wake up! Look at yourself—what have you become? You've made me lose all face!"

Meng's hair was disheveled, her makeup ruined, her clothes covered in dirt and dust, and her face marked with bloody scratches from fingernails.

Crying and sobbing uncontrollably, she roared in anguish, "My lord, my brother was killed by that bitch's son! I only wanted to avenge my brother—what did I do wrong?"

Ji Nanchuan said coldly, "You don't need to seek revenge yourself. Don't you see the Crown Prince and all the officials are still here? How dare you make a scene here?"

"Besides, if you hadn't taken in that little bastard to study at the mansion, would your brother have died?"

"His death is entirely on you. You've got no one to blame but yourself."

Meng stared at Ji Nanchuan in disbelief, feeling a sharp pain stab through her heart like a knife, twisting in agony.

She never thought such words would come from her own husband's lips.

In that moment, she felt a despair and pain she'd never known before.

All along, Meng had known Ji Nanchuan to be cold and heartless, extremely selfish.

But she never expected that even with her own brother dead, he wouldn't speak a single fair word for him—instead, he piled on and blamed her for everything.

Saying she was the one who caused Meng Chao's death.

Meng shook all over from the pain, clutching her chest as tears streamed down her face.

When she looked up again, her eyes were blood-red as she demanded, "My lord, is my brother just going to die for nothing? Are you going to protect that bitch and her bastard son?"

Ji Nanchuan said nothing, but Wu Chaoyang jumped in without hesitation, "You're the bastard! You shameless slut seduced my dad, beat my mom, and even instigated my second sister to kill our whole family. Serves you right that your husband slapped you!"

After saying this, he even stuck his tongue out at Meng, who coughed up a mouthful of blood and crumpled to the ground.

And wouldn't you know it, the blood splattered onto Ji Qingqing's face, and her face went from numb to savage, with hatred burning fiercely in her eyes.

God, she hated them! She hated them so damn much!

A perfectly good betrothal ceremony, wrecked just like that!

She shot a venomous glare at Wu Shijie's family—it was all their fault—their whole family's fault—that she'd ended up like this.

The crowd's gossipy looks, sneering faces, and jeering voices... each one stabbed into Ji Qingqing like a nightmare, leaving her mortified beyond words.

The Crown Prince stared at her with disgust, without saying a single word in her defense.

Ji Qingqing knew she was finished—Luo Jingshen would never marry her now!

Pain flooded her entire body, and a voice deep inside kept whispering in her ear.

"Kill them, kill them—they're the ones who did this to you. Only killing them will make this go away..."

At that moment, as if possessed, Ji Qingqing bent down and grabbed the sword off the ground.

Her eyes locked onto Chen Huaxiu's face as she slowly raised the sword.

Seeing this, Wu Chaoyang quickly put on a sweet act and said, "Second sister, don't be mad at Mom. It's my fault I didn't mess up that worthless girl's face to make you happy."

"Don't worry, back home, I bullied that worthless girl all the time—she's always been terrified of me!"

"In a little while, I'll head to the Prince Ye's residence and kill that worthless girl. That way, nobody can take your stuff away anymore. Then you'll be happy, right, second sister?"

Ji Qingqing's face remained expressionless, but fear crept onto everyone's faces.

Wu Chaoyang had said similar words twice now.

If they'd brushed it off the first time, the second time sent chills down their spines!

Calling her a "worthless girl" over and over, saying he'd kill her again and again!

So this little boy, who looked only seven or eight years old, had been tormenting Ji Yuntang regularly back in the countryside?

Because of long-standing habits, he spoke these words so naturally.

If the youngest was this cruel, then the older ones were even worse—they were all one family, so how good could their character be?

With this thought, the crowd felt even more sympathy for Ji Yuntang!

How had she managed to survive all these years under this family's hands?

They couldn't even bear to imagine it.

With this comparison, Ji Qingqing seemed utterly heinous. Even Qiu Min spat at her.

"Pah! I must have been blind to have been friends with you."

"Who would have thought you were nothing but a fake impersonating the Princess of Ye? The entire marquis's residence has such corrupt values. Thank goodness I never married into this family—otherwise, I'd have been cursed with terrible luck!"

The more she had envied before, the more satisfied she felt now!

Watching Ji Qingqing being dragged down from her pedestal step by step, Qiu Min felt sheer exhilaration throughout her body!

A bastard born to a pair of bastards, and she wanted to be the Crown Princess?

She was simply dreaming!

Ji Qingqing turned a deaf ear to the crowd's mockery. She looked at Wu Chaoyang and gave him a smile.

"Come here."

Wu Chaoyang saw Ji Qingqing smile at him for the first time, and his heart leaped with joy. He quickly broke free from Chen Huaxiu's grip and ran toward Ji Qingqing.

When he was just a step away from her, the sound of a blade slicing through flesh echoed.

After the crowd saw what had happened, they were utterly stunned.

A long sword pierced straight through Wu Chaoyang's chest, and the hilt was still held firmly in Ji Qingqing's hand.

Blood dripped steadily, staining Wu Chaoyang's clothes and Ji Qingqing's hands, but she did not let go. Instead, she pushed the blade even deeper.

She looked at Wu Chaoyang with tender eyes, smearing the blood onto his face, little by little, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

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