Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 133 - 100 Yeying’s Interrogation

Chapter 133: Chapter 100 Yeying’s Interrogation

Even a clay Buddha has three points of anger.

Many events that transpired these days had already left Jiang Shouzhong in a foul mood.

The Zhang Family was harmed by a demon, Zhenxuan Mountain attempted to snatch the Taoist River Map, the lady from Silver Moon Tower tested him, the Zhou siblings provoked him for no reason, he was now targeted by Xichu Pavilion, and there were also the nine trials of the Water Moon Dream Mirror awaiting him in the future... Even though he had encountered many opportunities during this period, Jiang Shouzhong always felt a pent-up frustration within, which was far from pleasant.

Now, even the sword manual he had obtained with great difficulty had been given to someone else. Although it was willingly given, it inevitably left him feeling dejected.

Yet, here was another idiot with water in his brain threatening him.

The problem was, he hadn’t done anything at all.

It was purely absurd.

Even with Jiang Shouzhong’s usually calm nature, he couldn’t help but get heated at this moment, even wondering if his face just invited trouble, leading everyone to pick a quarrel with him.

Bang!

Having already thrown a punch, Jiang Shouzhong didn’t bother to think too much and promptly followed up with another.

The Eight Extremes Sky-Burning Fist’s manual states, "Strike with your fist like the wind that severs the cicadas of autumn, the most taboo is to be hesitant and indecisive. Face your enemy without doubt, make instant decisions without second thoughts, any hesitation must not linger."

In simple terms, that is: "Let your fists do the talking!"

Yang Zhongyou, having been struck in the abdomen again, suddenly shot upward as if he had grown taller, his body lifting off the ground as if floating in the air before crashing down heavily to the floor.

Yang Zhongyou was curled up, unable to even squeeze a cry of pain from his throat, his ears buzzing as if thousands of bees were buzzing chaotically.

Strictly speaking, Yang Zhongyou was also a minor Xuan master level cultivator, and though his advancement was forced by medicines, he could have managed a few exchanges in a fair fight with Jiang Shouzhong.

The problem was, in his eyes, Jiang Shouzhong was merely a third-ranked Martial Artist, so he wasn’t prepared at all, nor did he deign to be.

Who would have thought that Jiang Shouzhong, this brash sixth brother, would not fight with martial honor and instead ambush him with the strength of a minor Xuan master.

A sense of relief washed over Jiang Shouzhong as the frustration left his heart, leaving him feeling refreshed.

As for what consequences might follow from beating someone up, he wasn’t too worried. If the other party had a significant background and was intent on causing trouble, he could always turn to Ran Qingchen. Living off a woman wasn’t shameful, especially since he had given her such a valuable gift.

Just as he was mulling over this, Yang Zhongyou, who had finally caught his breath, glared with bloodshot eyes, stood up, and in a flash drew his long sword aiming at Jiang Shouzhong. His eyes, full of furious rage like thunder, "You have some nerve! Do you know who I am? Today, I will—"

"Yang Zhongyou!!"

Suddenly, a voice laden with fury rang out.

It was Ran Qingchen’s figure appearing at the end of the hallway. After Jiang Shouzhong left, she suddenly remembered something her grandmother had told her to say to him but forgot, so she chased after him.

And then she witnessed this infuriating scene.

She thought Yang Zhongyou had left but didn’t expect him to be hiding here seeking revenge against Jiang Mo.

Seeing the beloved goddess appear, Yang Zhongyou’s momentum shrank by half. Trying to suppress his anger, he said, "Lord Ran, you’re just in time. This brat openly assaulted me and also verbally assaulted you! He insulted you!"

However, before Yang Zhongyou could finish speaking, the woman who was originally several meters away suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghostly apparition, reaching him instantly and striking with a swift slap. Yang Zhongyou spurted blood, and like a kite with its string cut, he flew straight into a pillar in the courtyard, kicking up dust.

Ran Qingchen’s beautiful eyes were ice-cold, "Yang Zhongyou, do you really think I, Ran Qingchen, wouldn’t dare to break ties with the Yang Family? If it weren’t for the sake of your father being a dear friend of my late father, why would I have endured you until now!"

If the opponent had only said the first half, Ran Qingchen might have believed some of it, but to deliberately fabricate that Jiang Mo insulted her, that was ludicrous.

Yang Zhongyou’s entire head was buzzing.

He had been beaten, and not only was he unable to get justice, but was it his fault instead?

Realizing Ran Qingchen might have misunderstood, Yang Zhongyou struggled to his feet, each breath drawing out fresh blood mixed with coughs. Pointing at Jiang Shouzhong in grief and indignation, "Lord Ran, it was indeed him who punched me twice just now, there’s blood on the ground, I wouldn’t lie to you."

Casting a glance at the blood on the floor, Ran Qingchen’s eyes narrowed.

A third-ranked Martial Artist punching a minor Xuan master until he bled? Unless he used the Seven Kills Blade, it was unlikely that not only blood would be drawn with a punch, but even his clothing wouldn’t be touched.

But this blood... was it Jiang Mo’s?

Yet Jiang Mo didn’t seem to be injured at all.

As Ran Qingchen pondered in confusion, the mentally unhinged Yang Zhongyou turned and glared furiously at Jiang Shouzhong, "Are you even a man!? If you are a man, admit you hit me! Otherwise, I’ll send you to the Ministry of Justice’s prison, and let them interrogate you!"

However, as soon as these words were uttered, Ran Qingchen’s expression changed.

Wasn’t that a threat?

In an instant, she felt extreme aversion toward Yang Zhongyou.

How could Yang, such a forthright man, have a son who was so despicable and shameless!

Just because he was scolded by her, he vented his anger on someone uninvolved; such pettiness did not deserve to practice swordsmanship, nor could it promise any future prospects!

Ran Qingchen’s voice was as cold as winter snow, "Yang Zhongyou, do you think I can’t see that you are threatening him? Do you think just because your father is an official at the court, you can bully others at will? For the sake of Uncle Yang, I will kindly advise you once more: do not pride yourself on your heritage and look down on others, for the principle of heavenly retribution holds true, and those who do evil will ultimately suffer!"

Yang Zhongyou: "?"

He opened his mouth but was speechless for a long while, feeling a surge of sorrow.

It felt like all the grievances and frustrations he had suffered since birth could not compare to the piercing torment of this moment.

"Let me remind you once more!"

Ran Qingchen said coldly to Yang Zhongyou, "Jiang Mo is an appointed member internal to the academy, involved in a special case. If you dare to retaliate against him and jeopardize important matters, I will certainly report this incident to the court!"