She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 68: Blood Rain in the Courtyard, the Inhuman Yan Minsheng

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Blood Rain in the Courtyard, the Inhuman Yan Minsheng

The Sun family employed thunderous methods, and immediately began preparing a dowry for Yan Wanqing, moving items out of the storehouse one by one, which caused Yan Liu’s and the elderly lady’s jealousy to flare up again.

"Mother, does marrying off a daughter require so many dowry items? We’re going to drain our entire family fortune, how will we live after this?" Yan Liu said sourly.

The elderly lady looked at the courtyard filled with boxes and also felt very reluctant to let them go.

"Marrying off one daughter is like this, and we have several more to marry off in the future—won’t we end up eating coarse grains and wild vegetables?"

Both were worried about their future livings when they saw the aunt had sent over two more boxes of items.

"These are all the things I’ve saved over the years. Wanqing is getting married, and her sister doesn’t have much to give, only these," the aunt said, her eyes slightly moist.

Sun knew the real situation and looking at the aunt’s warmth, she said, "Hongzhao is about to reach marriageable age, you’ve given all your saved treasures to Wanqing, what will you do when she marries?"

The aunt blushed when questioned, "We will worry about that later, I can’t manage these things now. Today my sister is happy, and you must not speak further about it."

As she spoke, she had someone place the boxes down. Inside, there weren’t many valuable items, but these were things she had carefully saved over the years, showing just how much the aunt valued Yan Wanqing.

However, this gesture somewhat soured in Yan Liu’s eyes.

She whispered, "An aunt has managed to save so many valuable things, it shows she hasn’t taken little from managing the Township Manor over the years. My sister-in-law really is foolish, fawning over her with gratitude."

Currently, Minsheng was recuperating at home and needed nourishment, but the kitchen kept saying there were no rare delicacies available—how could this be acceptable?

The grand Township Manor was having only chicken soup every day; it’s embarrassing to speak of such in public.

Even in Tiger Hill, their Minsheng used to have wild pheasants every meal.

Having come to the Township Manor, however, the quality of life had actually dropped. Yan Liu attributed this all to the aunt embezzling for herself.

Feeling uneasy, she murmured into the elderly lady’s ear, "If this aunt continues to manage our family, how shall we survive in the future?"

"It’s time to take control back. If Sun doesn’t want to deal with it, I shall handle it myself," the elderly lady declared, leaning on her cane, "After all, it shouldn’t be an aunt ordering around in this house."

Gleam of triumph flashed in Yan Liu’s eyes, and she quickly patted some flattery.

Soon, Minsheng’s life at home would improve.

"Mother will oversee here. I will go check on Minsheng."

Yan Minsheng was severely tortured at Dali Temple. When he was carried back, he was battered and bruised, looking much less plump than before.

As Yan Liu walked into the courtyard, she could only hear a maid’s sharp screams coming from inside the house.

She hesitated on the spot, not immediately pushing the door open.

Once there was no more noise inside, Yan Liu had a servant open the door, and soon two servants dragged the body of a maid out from inside.

Yan Liu covered her nose with a handkerchief as she entered the blood-stained room.

The room was very dim, with windows tightly wrapped in black cloth, blocking out any sunlight.

On the bed in the inner room sat a ragged figure, disheveled, resembling a ghoul.

Even though Yan Liu knew this was her own son, she was still terribly frightened.

"Minsheng, what would you like to eat tonight? Mother will have the kitchen prepare it for you," she said, her tone pleading.

Yan Minsheng was silent.

Yan Liu tried again, "Later, shall Mother find a few more maids for you? Does that sound good?"

This time, Yan Minsheng nodded.

Seeing the blood on the floor, Yan Liu dared not linger, beckoning the servants to quickly clean it up, then covering her chest, she spoke in as gentle a voice as possible, "If one isn’t suitable, we’ll try a few more. After all, there are plenty of maids in the manor; son, don’t worry, Mother will definitely find someone to cure you."

Hearing this, Yan Minsheng suddenly began sobbing loudly, his voice hoarse and shrill—unpleasant, as if a spike was hammering at one’s temples, making it unbearable.

Yan Liu was so frightened by him that she scrambled out of the room.

Only once the door was shut and she stood under the sunlight did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She covered the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, unable to resist crying for a while longer.

Who could have thought that just a few days at Dali Temple would render her son impotent, and now how could he carry on the family lineage?

In the Capital City, they had consulted numerous doctors, all of whom said it was incurable, and Yan Minsheng had developed a particular fondness for tormenting women.

In just a few days, five or six maidservants had already died.

When the first one was found, Mrs. Liu of Yan was very panicked and had the body thrown into the deserted well in the backyard, followed quickly by the second, third, and all the way up to the sixth just now.

By now, she was no longer panicked, Township Manor was a large and influential family, and a few dead maidservants did not matter.

Still, this was not a proper solution, and she needed to find more women to bring back to vent her son’s frustrations.

Mrs. Liu of Yan thought this way, but she did not have much money on hand.

"I hope the old lady hurries and takes over control of the household affairs." That way she would have enough money to carry out this matter.

Currently, Yan An was not at home, just when she and her son needed him most, he was out getting into mischief somewhere.

"Women, I want women, bring me women!" Once again, Yan Minsheng’s ghostly voice echoed from the room, scaring Mrs. Liu of Yan half to death, yet she did not hesitate and flicked her eyes at a servant, soon seeing two servants dragging a woman with cloth wrapped around her mouth into the room next door.

Shortly thereafter, the room erupted with shrieks.

Mrs. Liu of Yan wiped the sweat from her forehead and hastily exited the courtyard.

Yet, coincidentally, she ran into Aunt Song who was returning.

Upon seeing Mrs. Liu of Yan, Aunt Song instinctively stepped back; she still remembered the last time she had been beaten.

Mrs. Liu of Yan had no desire to speak another word to Aunt Song, just then, a shadow suddenly darted from the backyard—it was the maid who had just been dragged away.

Although she was quickly discovered and a timely servant covered her mouth and dragged her back into the yard, Aunt Song had seen everything clearly.

Aunt Song stood frozen in place.

"What is this?" she frowned.

Mrs. Liu of Yan quickly stepped in front of her to block her view and lowered her voice sharply, "It’s none of your business, get lost now!"

But Aunt Song, unusually unbowed, said sternly, "That’s a maid of the household, what are you doing to her?"

As she spoke, she tried to pass by to see.

Mrs. Liu of Yan saw that Aunt Song only had one maid with her and there were no other people around. Today, Yan Wanqing and the Young Marquis were out, and it was likely that Mrs. Sun had taken Yan Zizhuo to the Sun Family; the capable girl usually by Aunt Song’s side was also nowhere to be seen.

A sinister smile appeared in her eyes.

Wasn’t this just delivering herself to be silenced?

If Aunt Song died, then the control of Township Manor would definitely return more smoothly to the old lady’s hands.

Once in the old lady’s hands, knowing her character, she would most likely entrust it to her to manage.

Mrs. Liu of Yan, thinking this, squeezed out a tear: "I had no other choice. Minsheng has become what he is now, and I, as his mother, am in torment. Sister, you come from a prestigious family; could you please help me persuade my son?"

Aunt Song was already anxious about what had been done to the maid and hearing the incessant, indistinct noises from the yard, she stepped and walked into the yard.

Mrs. Liu of Yan watched her back with a sneer and seeing her and the maid enter Yan Minsheng’s room, she gestured for a servant to shut the door.

Realizing something was wrong, Aunt Song quickly turned and banged on the door.

"What are you doing! Open the door!"

The maid next to her, terror-stricken, began to forcefully throw herself against the door, and just then, a shadow loomed over them from behind.

They saw a man covered in blood, holding a knife, standing behind them.

"Aah—" Shrill screams pierced the air!

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