Chapter 1233: Evil people have their own trials and tribulations
"The marriage is just a formality."
Leng Qingshuang said softly.
She cared about this marriage in her heart, but she couldn't ignore the situation of Chu Yue and Zhan Zhan College, so she insisted on the idea that doing more is worse than doing less.
"Even if it's just a formality, it has to come to an end."
Chu Yue patted Leng Qingshuang's shoulder in a comforting manner, then dragged her sword and walked straight towards Mrs. Yan.
When passing by Empress Dowager Rong, Empress Dowager Rong held her crutches and whispered: "This person does not have the demeanor of a housewife, but is like a shrew in the market. I can't handle it. The third master is so famous that he might be intimidated."
Shrew, it’s better for Third Master to go."
The corners of Chu Yue's mouth twitched slightly, the wind was messy, and a row of black lines fell on her face.
For a moment, I didn't know whether the Queen Mother Rong was praising her or hurting her.
I have to say that this man has become a spirit as he gets older.
Empress Dowager Rong smiled kindly at Chu Yue, but in Chu Yue's eyes, she was just an old fox who was exactly the same as Emperor Shenwu.
Chu Yue shrugged and walked to Mrs. Yan.
The soldiers of the Yan family swarmed out, their swords and swords pointing at Chu Yue.
Chu Yue curled her lips and said in a loud voice: "Is this the way the Yan Mansion, the head of the most famous family in the North, treats guests? Does the King of the North know that his Yan Mansion wants to destroy the competition between the ten major colleges? This is how he treats distinguished guests from far away.
rude?"
Mrs. Yan frowned and waved again, and the soldiers returned behind her.
"What are you talking about? Aren't you guys so arrogant that you gathered people to make trouble in front of the Yan Mansion? Do you still want to beat me up?" Mrs. Yan sneered.
"The competition is about to begin. The Martial God Temple and other major heavenly forces are about to arrive. The whole city of your mansion is mourning and throwing paper. Is this a special way for your mansion to welcome guests from afar?"
Chu Yue smiled jokingly and looked at Mrs. Yan leisurely, with a dark color sliding across her eyes.
What puzzled her was that Yan's youngest son was killed, but Yan's family did not go find the murderer immediately, but held a funeral here!
In this case, there are only three possibilities.
One is that the Yan family knew that the murderer was Yan Hongyuan, but for some reason they did not dare to disclose it to the public.
Secondly, the two Yan family members were so sad that they lost their minds and decided to hold a funeral in the city to see their beloved son off.
As for the third one...
That is being instigated by others.
As for Yan's funeral, all kinds of bad luck were obviously coming towards Leng Qingshuang's wedding.
There is also Mrs. Yan who behaves in a rude manner, and even a serious person would not be able to explain her rationale.
Chu Yue half-squinted her sharp and cold eyes, and clenched the hand holding the handle of the knife slightly.
To deal with someone like Mrs. Yan, I'm afraid I have to fight violence with violence. Evil people will be punished by evil people.
She is the evil person.
"The mourning cry is for my son, so don't make excuses!"
Mrs. Yan looked slightly stunned.
"As far as I know, during funerals in the north, big families mourn for seven days and then the whole city mourns. Your son has not yet mourned for seven days. And the major forces are about to arrive in the next two days. People can't help but suspect that you are mourning for
The Temple of Martial Arts sings for the Jiuzhou Shrine and the royal family of Tianfu!"
Chu Yue's words were loud and clear, like the sound of swords and drums passing through Mrs. Yan's eardrums. The contents of her words were all the sins of the Yan family, which made Mrs. Yan's face turn pale.
"Now, I just want to know whether your Yan family acted like this on your own initiative or on the instructions of the King of the North!!"
Every word in his words is a trap that kills people without spilling blood.
If Mrs. Yan accidentally falls into the trap, it will drag down the entire Yan family.
Queen Mother Rong enjoyed it as much as if she were watching a play, and she admired Chu Yue even more in her heart.
Just say it, she, a dignified and kind old man, cannot do this to a shrew.
Mrs. Yan was a smart person. She knew she couldn't answer Chu Yue's question. She glanced at Chu Yue's knife, then raised her chin and pointed at her neck: "You deliberately framed the Yan family. To put it bluntly, you just want to prevent my son from going to the funeral."
It’s just that you have no conscience, but you still dare to bring a knife to my Yan family, do you want to kill someone? Come on, kill me.”
"Mrs. Yan's request is really special. Since Mrs. Yan is tired of living, I will reluctantly agree."
Chu Yue smiled brightly, her eyes suddenly turned fierce, and she drew her sword quickly and fiercely, like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss or a fierce tiger emerging from the mountain,
The blade of the blade was like a violent storm, slashing straight towards Mrs. Yan's delicate neck.
Strike as cleanly as an executioner, showing no mercy!