Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 48 - Brother-in-law is Mine

Song Zhen was a bit dazed. To this day, he still didn't understand how things had developed to this point. For some inexplicable reason, he was about to lose a leg.

He didn't even suspect that someone had set a trap to harm him. He only thought that those ruffians and scoundrels had taken his money but hadn't followed his request to find prostitutes at the Red Sleeve Pavilion. Instead, they were preparing to kidnap a girl from a good family to save money, and ended up accidentally targeting Song Yan, which led to the current misunderstanding.

The only strange thing for Song Zhen was, did he give those people a bank note? How come he remembered it was silver? But he had never paid much mind to things like money. When he was short, he would just take it from his mother's money box. Therefore, Song Zhen couldn't determine for a moment what exactly he had given. His mind was in a state of chaos.

He just felt that since everyone said it was a bank note, then it probably was.

“Father, you cannot do this. Although Fifth Brother was in the wrong for sending assassins to attack Ninth Brother first, Ninth Brother is unharmed. Why must Fifth Brother lose this leg?" Song Yun hurriedly stood up to persuade him.

Song Zhen was moved in his heart. He hadn't expected that while his father was so enraged, his seventh brother would still stand up and speak for him. They were truly blood brothers.

It's just that he didn't notice that these words from Song Yun had actually confirmed his crime of hiring assassins to kill.

"Father, Seventh Brother is right. Fifth Brother wanted to kill me; it must be that I did something to make Fifth Brother unhappy."

Song Yan also sighed.

"This is my fault. Fifth Brother should not be punished for this."

Their words were more eloquent than the last, but every sentence was an insidious attack. Every sentence pinned the crime of hiring assassins firmly onto Song Zhen's head, never to be removed. After hearing it so many times, even Song Zhen himself began to doubt whether he had really taken a bank note to hire assassins to kill Song Yan.

The two of them seemed to be making excuses for Song Zhen, but it was no different from adding fuel to the fire. Song Hongtao's expression grew even grimmer:

"Men!"

With a stern shout, two household guards immediately burst in from outside the door and strode towards Song Zhen.

Only at this moment did Song Zhen finally have the real feeling that he was about to be punished by his father. For the first time, he panicked and hurriedly shouted:

"Mother, save me!"

That Yang Miaoqing also finally reacted. Ignoring her highly swollen cheek, she struggled to her feet.

"Insolence! Insolence! Stop for me! Who dares to harm my son!"

But ever since the last incident with Zhang Xiaoshan, Song Hongtao, with Butler Wang's assistance, had already begun to clean up the disobedient troublemakers around him. Right now, these household guards only listened to the commands of Wang Qingshan and Song Hongtao. Even with Yang Miaoqing roaring over there, the two household guards turned a deaf ear.

Seeing the household guards constantly approaching, Yang Miaoqing flew into a rage.

"This is rebellion! Utter rebellion!"

"Men! Men! Where is Yang Hua!"

In the Duke Song's mansion, Yang Hua was an extremely special existence.

It was said that this person was originally just a house slave of the Yang family. Because he showed good talent in martial arts, he was cultivated by the Yang family. From a young age, he was Yang Miaoqing's personal guard. After Yang Miaoqing married into the Duke Song's mansion, his household registration was also transferred.

In the Duke's mansion, besides Yang Miaoqing, Yang Hua would not listen to anyone's commands, not even Song Hongtao's.

This person was a genuine Seventh-Rank martial artist. In terms of strength, besides Song Hongtao's personal guard, Song Dashan, no one in the Duke's mansion could match him. This was also the greatest support for Yang Miaoqing's willfulness in the Duke's mansion.

Once, Yang Miaoqing had even wanted to order Yang Hua to kill Song Yan... However, to have a Seventh-Rank martial artist kill a child was somewhat humiliating. For a martial artist of this level, even if she held his indenture contract, she still had to carefully consider his feelings, and ultimately gave up the idea.

The moment her voice fell, the expressions of Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, who were guarding the door, instantly changed drastically. They clearly sensed a violent, savage aura, like that of a fierce tiger, rapidly approaching.

The next instant, a figure appeared a dozen or so zhang away. With a single step, he was already in front of the two men as if he had teleported.

Swish.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu fiercely drew the bright silver steel sabers from their waists and chopped forward in unison.

Only at this moment did they finally see Yang Hua's appearance. They saw that this person was thin and tall, with handsome and elegant features. Seeing the steel sabers coming straight for his face, Yang Hua's fists suddenly shot out, as fast as lightning, with a force of a thousand jun.

Peng!

Peng!

The peaks of his fists collided with the saber blades. Sparks faintly flickered, and a sound like clashing metal could actually be heard.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu only felt a colossal force travel up from their saber blades. Accompanied by a loud bang, the two men's bodies were sent flying backward like cannonballs, smashing heavily against the main gate behind them. Splintered wood flew out in all directions.

The next instant, that Yang Hua had already bypassed Zhang Long and Zhao Hu's obstruction. With another two pengs, his fists had already imprinted on the chests of the two household guards.

The strength of those two household guards was far inferior to Zhang Long and Zhao Hu's, only at the First-Rank martial artist realm. They were completely unable to resist the fierce and colossal force. Their bodies were instantly mangled by the impact, their bones broken and flesh pulped. Thick blood flowed from the corners of their mouths. It was clear they wouldn't live.

Yang Hua's appearance seemed to give Yang Miaoqing her backing again. She shouted sternly:

"Kill Song Yan for me!"

"This person stole the matriarch's money and slandered his legitimate mother. He deserves to be executed!"

How could the enraged Yang Miaoqing care about so much? For her, all the humiliation she had suffered today was thanks to Song Yan. If Song Yan hadn't come to their door, how would she have been fiercely slapped a dozen times by Song Hongtao?

Moreover, as long as she pinned all the dirty water onto Song Yan's head, Zhen'er would no longer have to bear the crime of murder.

At this moment, she no longer cared what kind of consequences it would cause. She only wanted Song Yan's life.

Song Hongtao and Yang Siyao's expressions both changed drastically, but the two had no time to stop it. The moment Yang Miaoqing's voice fell, Yang Hua instantly shot towards Song Yan.

Seeing Yang Hua approach, Song Yan's expression was still calm and unperturbed. This person's strength was clearly far beyond what he could match, yet he seemed to have not the slightest bit of fear.

Swish.

Just then, a streak of cold light flashed like a meteor.

As if wanting to cleave through all the surrounding airflow, the edge of the blade shone with a cold light like an icy spring.

Yang Hua's pupils had already contracted to the size of a needle by the time the sword tip was seven inches from his throat.

In that instant, a master's instincts erupted wildly. He tried to lean back, to put distance between his neck and the sword's edge, but by the time his pupils had converted that chilling cold light into a neural signal and transmitted it to his brain, the muscles in the back of his neck were like a frozen snake, unable to even transmit the slightest tremor to his shoulder blades.

He could even clearly count the ice-crack-like forging patterns on the spine of the sword.

Sss-rip.

The sound of the sword blade tearing through his windpipe filled his ears, like Xuan paper being ripped.

Yang Hua's eyes widened. His mouth opened, but he could only make gurgling sounds, his lips continuously spitting out mouthfuls of bloody foam. His neck, like a rusty machine, creaked as it turned to the side, as if wanting to see who exactly had killed him. However, halfway through the turn, he finally lost all strength. His head, as if it had lost all support, lolled to the side on his shoulder.

I am a Seventh-Rank martial artist... This was the last thought in Yang Hua's mind before his consciousness completely disappeared.

The sword's spine holds a three-inch frost, its edge cuts a central path through an autumn face; the blade's hum is like clouds parting the moon, a single streak of clear light imprinted on the throat!

Pfft!

With a light flick of her slender jade fingers, the neck was torn open, and a perfectly good head flew up.

The headless corpse also fell limply to the ground, twitching neurologically. The blood was still gushing from the neck, and in a short time, there was a pool of scarlet blood.

This scene stunned everyone.

That was a master strong enough to roam the Jianghu freely! Since when was a Seventh-Rank martial artist so fragile?

The head fell to the ground and rolled, happening to roll right in front of Yang Miaoqing, instantly drawing a scream.

Only at this moment did the crowd finally notice that a figure had appeared in the study at some unknown time. It was a slender woman, her skin like bright snow, her black hair like a waterfall. A white robe, as if she were a fairy who had walked out of a painting. The dots of plum blossoms staining her skirt and the traces of scarlet blood on her fair face gave her an indescribable demonic strangeness.

Her sword's edge hung down, and beads of blood dripped from its tip.

Her body stood protectively in front of Song Yan, her gaze ice-cold.

"Brother-in-law is mine... brother-in-law."

"Who dares to harm him?"

Wherever her gaze fell, even Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

This person, who else could it be but Luo Tianyi?

Although they had long known that Luo Tianyi liked to brandish swords and spears, who could have thought that her strength was actually so terrifying? A Seventh-Rank martial artist was actually beheaded in the blink of an eye?

Especially that cold gaze; wherever it swept, it was as if a sword's edge had grazed the skin, and a layer of goosebumps immediately rose.

Behind Luo Tianyi, Song Yan let out a small breath. Ever since the three assassins had fled and Zhao Hu had stated they wouldn't live for long, he already knew that besides Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, the guards protecting him in the open, there must be an even stronger master following in secret.

He just hadn't expected this person to be his little sister-in-law.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, but... standing behind his little sister-in-law, it was really so secure.

But his little sister-in-law's words had given him a fright. Luckily she added the two words 'brother-in-law,' otherwise he almost would have thought his little sister-in-law was interested in him.

Song Hongtao also let out a heavy breath. In that brief instant, his whole body had been soaked in sweat. He shot a murderous glance at Yang Miaoqing and shouted sternly again.

"Men!"

This time, no one blocked them. Two household guards rushed in, one on the left and one on the right, directly restraining Song Zhen and forcefully pressing his body to the ground.

Yang Miaoqing screamed but was held back by several other people, completely unable to get close.

Song Zhen was still roaring, his tall body struggling desperately. But having overindulged on a daily basis, he was no match for these household guards and couldn't struggle free. Another person already had a court staff in his hand.

"Yan'er, this evil spawn wanted to kill you. Why don't you be the one to do it? How about it?" Song Hongtao suddenly spoke.

Song Yan silently nodded, walked over, and took the court staff.

Luo Tianyi did not stop him. The meaning was obvious: I don't care what Song Yan does, but whoever wants to make a move on Song Yan has to get past me first.

Her main theme was a double standard, and being protective of her own!

At this moment, Song Zhen was still struggling desperately. He propped himself up with his hands, his elbows bent, forcefully holding up his upper body. A pair of bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Song Yan.

"Bastard, if you dare to hurt me, I won't let you get away with it..."

Song Yan let out a slow breath.

"Sorry, Fifth Brother. It's Father's command, I can't very well disobey it. After I break your leg, I will apologize to you properly."

Song Zhen's eyes widened. Damn it, do I want your apology? Can't this guy understand human speech?

However, he no longer had the chance to say more. With a Thwack, the court staff smashed down.

It's just that Song Yan's aim was really a bit poor. The court staff, which should have been aimed at a leg, instead went straight for Song Zhen's bent elbow, which was supporting his upper body.

Crack!