"Good fellow, I'm afraid that the princess and the madam have taken action again."
"Original owner, original owner, you are simply cheating me. Why did you offend that old woman?"
Chen Yang thought happily and muttered to himself.
The next second there was an angry shout.
"Be bold!"
"Madam, is it that you, a mere scoundrel, can speak your mind?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the room door exploded open, and an eighty-year-old woman walked in angrily.
"Um?"
"Mama Liu!"
Chen Yang kept his face pale, took a step back, and revealed the other party's identity.
This Aunt Liu occupies a large part of the memory of the original owner.
She was the old man who came with the princess when she married the King of Zhenbei.
Although she is not a close maid, she is still the kind who has children in the family and has served the princess's family for generations.
Aunt Liu was responsible for most of the harsh treatment the original owner received in the palace.
The moment he saw Aunt Liu, Chen Yang couldn't control his emotions, and he burst into anger.
"That Hongyu girl is really useless. She actually allowed you, a mere bastard, to master the ways of the underworld right under her nose."
"Fortunately, I'm here, otherwise the eldest lady would have been so angry."
The old woman walked towards Chen Yang step by step, with a sinister smile on her face.
Chen Yang, however, had no intention of being attracted by her at all. He just shook his head and sighed:
"I thought she was some kind of beautiful lady who could add beauty to her red sleeves, but I never thought she was such an old hater like you."
"I'm just curious about a question: how do you think of yourself as a girl and still talk so coquettishly?"
Chen Yang covered his nose with his hands, as if he smelled something foul.
What he was talking about was naturally the appearance and tone of the human-skinned girl who charmed all living beings.
The old woman's face darkened and she smiled evilly: "Young master, you have a tough mouth. Let me peel off your skin with my own hands and see if you can still be tough."
"Just you?" Chen Yang sneered and sneered.
The old woman laughed, stretched out her fingers like dry branches, and shook them at Chen Yang: "Young Master, if you want to frighten me, you still have some trouble."
"The Yin Shen's strike from the Silver Needle has already exceeded your limit. I'm afraid that now you have a splitting headache and your soul has collapsed. You can only sit back and wait for death. It's just a false threat. I'm right."
Chen Yang's expression changed, and his originally pale face became less and less like a living person.
The old woman laughed and stepped forward, stretched her hands into claws, and grabbed Chen Yang's forehead.
As soon as she stretched out her claws, there was a sinister wind surrounding each of her fingers. The normally normal nails were instantly dyed as dark as ink, exuding a nauseating stench, and they were clawed towards the top of Chen Yang's head.
Visible to the naked eye, during this short process, each of the old woman's nails was extending and bending rapidly, like a devil's claws spreading its teeth.
Then--
The old woman saw the paleness on Chen Yang's face fade away and turned rosy again, and saw a sneer on his face.
"wrong!"
As soon as this idea came to mind, the old woman felt a pain in her heart. A silver needle pierced her vest and out of her chest, bringing out a handful of her heart's blood, and with a "chi" sound, it spread all over the room.
"No..., it's impossible..."
The old woman shook her head, with a look of disbelief on her face.
She was clearly sure that Chen Yang's Yin Shen had collapsed, and she clearly saw the silver needle falling powerlessly, but why did she kill her with a powerful and unparalleled blow without any sound...