injury, he is just like the Regent King, carved from the same mold. 。She paused here, her voice trailing off. After a long silence, she continued, "Master, if he's avenging you...""Don't mention it,"...This night, the fourth sister was so amazing, she held a pen in one hand and a hammer in the other!

This can't be right! Where did she come up with such a huge hammer I didn't see her carrying any weapons when we were having tea just now

No one knew that when passing by a plum garden near the outer city, Ye Wenyan casually plucked two sprigs of late-blooming plums and tucked them into his sleeve.

To blossom and nourish all things, to flower and propel myriad laws, this is the ultimate skill of the last head of the Xuanmai Ye Family.

Currently, it's just a matter of drawing a pen and then a big hammer, which is incredibly easy.

As people watched Ye Wen's hammer smash into the wall of Su Wangfu, one hole after another appeared, and with two more swings, a large section collapsed. They thought to themselves that this day was truly eventful! If every day could be this exciting, the atmosphere in Lin'an's inner city would surely be more lively.

Ye Er's old master was completely stunned by this scene, and Second Madam Xiao was utterly dumbfounded. The only thought in her heart was: Although Ye Wen didn't die tonight, his brain must be broken, right

Although Ye Si, the former fourth sister of the night, was spoiled by the old general and arrogant enough to kick people on the street, she had never been heard to defy a prince, let alone the sixth prince.

Ye Wenyan had been fond of the Sixth Prince since she was young, something known to everyone in Lin'an City. When she saw him, her face would blush, and when she was near him, she wouldn't dare to look up. Although she was usually harsh on others, there were even a few times when she heard that the Sixth Prince frequented pleasure districts, so she went looking for trouble and scolded the courtesans.

No matter how much Ye Wuyan might cause trouble, he had never brought it to the Duke of Su's mansion before, and he had never, in front of the Sixth Prince, shown even a sliver of domineering attitude.

So, something was off about today. The more Xiao looked at Ye Wen, the more she felt uneasy. It wasn't just that he seemed mentally unstable, there was a possibility he was possessed. Yes, possessed! Otherwise, why did she feel like this girl emanated an aura of evil from head to toe

The wall crumbled, and the onlookers almost couldn't help but cheer for her. But seeing that the Sixth Prince was right there, they held back their applause.

Even the Sixth Prince, Quan Qinglu, was stunned. It wasn't until this moment that he realized what was happening. He immediately rushed forward, grabbing Ye Wenyan's wrist with all his might. An intense hatred, capable of killing a man, erupted in an instant— "Ye Wenyan! You're looking for death!"

Ye Wen's actions stopped. She glanced at her wrist, which was being held, and suddenly smiled. It was a sinister smile, one that sent chills down your spine.

"Don't touch me, you're just my sister-in-law! You haven't earned the right. Get away from me, or I'll smash your face with this hammer so badly that even your mother won't recognize you!"

When the conversation ended, the Sixth Prince felt an icy chill in the wrist he was holding. It was as if he wasn't holding a person, but an ice pillar, so cold that his fingers stiffened.

Ye Wenyan leaned forward half a step, getting closer to him, his voice dropping even lower.

She: "Quan Qinglu, I'm telling you, we haven't settled our accounts yet. Today, Granny is settling the household accounts first. As for our business, I'll have a proper reckoning with you later." At this point, her voice suddenly rose, "Please step back, Your Highness Sixth! Don't hurt yourself!"

With a bang! Another hammer blow, and the wall facing the street came crashing down with a whoosh.

Quan Qinglu took a few steps back under the protection of his guards, staring blankly at his frostbitten hand. Suddenly, he realized a terrible truth—the coldness he felt in Ye Wen's wrist just now wasn't an illusion. It was more than just cold, it was like the frigid touch of arctic ice. He had only held onto it for a short while, and his hand had already developed frostbite.

"Your Highness, shall we take down Fourth Sister Ye tonight" the guard asked.

Quan Qinglu slowly shook his head, his gaze shifting from his frostbitten hand to the silver bell hanging from Ye Wen's waist.

He has never been a good-tempered person. As the empress's own son, he is the most likely heir to the throne. Who would dare touch his mansion walls besides his father and mother

But Ye Wen was moving now, and he was trembling with fear.

His biological parents were from the Northern Qi Dynasty, that much was true. But there was this one person who stood above them all.

That was the Emperor of Northern Qi, the last Venerable in this world who possessed spiritual power, a fairy who could break through the shackles of the earth and live for hundreds of years.

From the moment he was born, he had only met the Emperor twice. The first time was on his birthday. As the eldest son, the Emperor bestowed him with a glance.

It was two years ago when his father fell seriously ill. The Emperor personally held a silver bell and pulled his father back from the gates of hell.

It was this kind of silver bell, he remembered clearly, exactly the same as the one hanging at Ye Wen's waist right now!

Although he didn't believe for a second that Ye Wen could be related to the Emperor, this silver bell might just be something the young lady wore as an ornament. Even if it was identical, it must have been a coincidence.

But the very existence of the Emperor was too daunting for ordinary people. Even if it were just a replica, he wouldn't dare take even the slightest risk.

Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, the Sixth Prince watched as Ye Wenyan smashed a wall and then went on to batter the gate of the manor, leaving it in shambles before finally stopping.

Here was a woman who had just finished such a massive civil engineering project, yet now she appeared calm and composed, as if nothing had happened. If not for the hammer still in her hand, people would almost think that feat of strength wasn't hers at all.

With a clang, the sledgehammer hit the ground. Ye Wen, dragging this large hammer, walked towards Madam Xiao, the second wife.

Xiao's scalp went numb. She felt that the person walking towards her was not her familiar Ye Wenyan, but a ghost crawling out of hell. They say ghosts wear red, don't they Wasn't that just like what Ye Wenyan was wearing now

It was already dark, and the gossipy people, each carrying a lantern, came to watch the play.

When Xiao glanced at Ye Wen's face by candlelight, she felt that his face was ashen against the backdrop of his scarlet wedding robes, nearly pale like a corpse.

Her forehead was starting to sweat, what on earth was going onunny day, and the sun has been shining brightly since noon. 。The new mistress's arrival at the residence is set for the wu shi hour, a time chosen by Night Scene after consulting with a master astrolo...