She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 72: Sister, I Trust You

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Sister, I Trust You

Yan Liushi had written about the eight murders on the Imperial Edict of Conviction, and when Yan Wanqing saw Aunt Song, a chill had settled over her entire being, thankfully Huai Yu was by her side to hold her down.

"If there’s no problem, let her press her fingerprint," Yan An urged from the side.

Yan Wanqing knew all too well that this was but a façade of peace, yet she had no choice but to comply, her heart filling with immense sorrow.

With an expressionless face, she passed it over, and Yan An took it to press Yan Liushi’s fingerprint. He secured the Imperial Edict of Conviction, planning to head to Dali Temple first thing the next morning.

Just then.

Outside, a series of steady and urgent footsteps were heard, as a small, blood-covered figure burst in.

Yan An stepped back in fright.

The figure appeared at the doorway like an apparition, and upon closer inspection, Yan Wanqing realized it was her fifth younger sister.

Yan Hongzhao’s face was pale as a ghost, her eyes bloodshot. She looked around frantically before her gaze settled on Yan Wanqing, her voice hoarse and barely able to shout, "Ah, sister."

Seeing her state, Yan Wanqing’s heart ached, "...Sister is here."

Yan Hongzhao’s gaze fell on the blood behind her, and suddenly her expression changed drastically. She hurried over, looked around in confusion, soul seemingly unmoored. After a while, she approached, "Who... who is it?"

She was asking who the murderer was.

The murderer who had killed her saintly mother.

Yan Liushi saw Yan Hongzhao enter and inquire about the murderer, her expression indifferent, her tone already very calm, "It was me, I killed your birth mother."

"Why?" Yan Hongzhao glared intently at Yan Liushi, tears swiftly pooling in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. Her throat raw with grief, she squeezed out three words.

Yan Liushi, perhaps knowing she wouldn’t live much longer, was quite frank, "Naturally, because I couldn’t stand an aunt born a mere maidservant managing the grand Township Manor, it was irksome, so I killed her."

She stated it as if it was as simple as squashing an ant.

The young girl, upon hearing this, clenched her fists so tightly they crackled, stood rooted to the spot without moving, head bowed, her tears falling drop by drop onto the floor, blossoming into tiny splashes.

Yan Wanqing couldn’t help wanting to go over and hold her, but she had only taken two steps when she heard Yan Hongzhao muttering something.

"No, it wasn’t you who killed her, it wasn’t you..."

The next second her hand went numb, and the sword that had been in her own hand was now seized by Yan Hongzhao.

Yan Wanqing inwardly cursed, realizing the danger.

She saw Yan Hongzhao effortlessly twirl the sword into an elegant flourish, pointed straight at Yan Liushi—no, at Yan Minsheng, cradled in Yan Liushi’s arms!

"Fifth sister!" Yan Wanqing cried out.

Yan An’s eyes also widened in shock.

Eventually, Yan Hongzhao’s sword stopped at Yan Minsheng’s throat. She looked at Yan Liushi’s suddenly anxious face, her own filled with rage, "This is your son’s room, there is blood here, you are protecting him!"

The voice that tore from her throat was harsh and grating, like a crack in the sky split open by thunder, filled with the tension of an impending storm.

Yan Minsheng, the blade pressing against his neck, clearly felt the piercing pain, his body trembling in fear, he could only shriek, "It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me..."

"I told you it was me who killed them! It was all me, what on earth do you still want to do!" Under such circumstances, no one involved could maintain their composure. The calm Yan Liushi had shown was merely a fig leaf beneath the tempest, now with the sword’s tip at her own flesh and blood, that fig leaf was completely swept away.

Yan Hongzhao’s lips tightened, the sword in her hand trembling, "You killed my mother, I will avenge her!"

As she spoke, the sword pushed further into Yan Minsheng’s neck, terrifying Yan Liushi into screaming tears.

Yan An pulled out the Imperial Edict of Conviction from the side, "If you don’t believe me, look at this!"

"I don’t believe!" Yan Hongzhao shook her head, turning to Yan Wanqing with a gaze that once sparkled with life, now only held desolation, "...Sister, I believe you."

Yan Wanqing’s brows furrowed tightly, she remained silent.

Huai Yu saw the situation and opened his mouth, "Your sister she—"

Yan Hongzhao, looking ferocious, intensified her tone, "I only want to hear sister say it."

Huai Yu let out a heavy sigh and closed her mouth.

Yan Wanqing clenched the hand under her sleeve, sharp fingernails piercing the palm causing pain, she relied on this pain to numb her own conscience.

She heard her own voice, "...it was the Liu family."

She saw Yan Hongzhao take a deep look at her and then turned back, without even blinking an eye, swiftly raised the sword and brought it down, followed by a scream as Yan Minsheng’s right arm was chopped off directly.

Liu family’s Yan almost shrieked as she tried to cover Yan Minsheng’s severed arm, but it was useless, blood spurted out, quickly soaking through both their clothes.

Yan An’s eyes split with rage, but he knew that starting trouble now was pointless, so he hurriedly called for a doctor.

Yan Minsheng passed out from the pain, his severed arm lying on the ground, fingers still twitching unconsciously.

Yan Hongzhao threw the long sword in her hand fiercely to the ground, then turned and walked towards Yan Wanqing, dropping to her knees directly.

"Please, sister, punish me."

Yan Wanqing looked at her, bowing her head like a puppet, waiting for her own fate to be decided.

To say her heart was being torn apart at this moment would not be an exaggeration.

At the last moment, when the sword fell, Yan Hongzhao actually intended to take Yan Minsheng’s life, but she thought of her own difficulties and instead crippled his arm.

The child who would only come of age next year, whose birth mother was killed today, with nowhere to vent her hatred, still considered the bigger picture.

Yan Wanqing’s nose felt sour, and tears fell like rain.

Just now she hadn’t cried, but at this moment, she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Squatting down, she hugged Yan Hongzhao in front of her, her voice trembling, "...I’m sorry, I’m sorry sister, I’m sorry to you."

Aunt Song, so gentle a person, had only one daughter in Hongzhao, she was even recently considering marriage affairs for her, yet now she was gone...

She didn’t even get to see Hongzhao married off, dying within Township Manor’s abandoned well.

Yan Wanqing felt the world was truly laughable.

Yan Minsheng was sent to see a doctor, Liu family’s Yan was escorted to the manor’s dungeon, Huai Yu stayed to calm the servants, and the sisters were urged by her to go and take a hot bath.

Yan Wanqing spat blood again today, the news of Aunt Song’s death worsened her melancholy, making her feel as if she was walking on clouds.

After being bathed by Cong Ge, she came out already in a daze.

Cong Ge touched her forehead and exclaimed, "Miss, you’re burning up!"

The cold that had improved for a while came back with a vengeance.

Yan Wanqing waved her hand to signal the maids to continue dressing her, "Today, I have to accompany fifth sister." Although Yan Hongzhao was usually cheerful, under today’s circumstances... she absolutely couldn’t leave Yan Hongzhao alone.

She asked Cong Ge to instruct the kitchen to cook a bowl of hot porridge and have it sent to Yan Hongzhao’s courtyard later.

Just as they were about to walk into the courtyard with people, only the thudding sounds of clubs hitting a body were heard; she pushed Cong Ge, who was supporting her, aside and hurried in.

As she reached the courtyard doors, Yan Wanqing swore this was the angriest she had ever been in her life, so full of rage she wanted to kill someone right there!

Yan Hongzhao was tied to a tiger bench, with an unknown cloth stuffed in her mouth. At that moment, two robust servants were alternately beating her with military sticks, mauling her lower body to a bloody mess. The blood mixed with the water on the tiger bench, flowing onto the grass below, leaving dark stains.

And the leader was a decrepit old man, none other than the haughty old lady of the manor! Standing by her side was none other than Yan An!

These two had come to the fifth sister’s courtyard to carry out their own punishment!

"Stop!" Yan Wanqing yelled with fury, shouting at the entrance.

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