Chapter 155

After experiencing the death of both parents, experiencing imprisonment and abuse, experiencing wandering and struggling, the resolute young man now had vacant eyes as he stared blankly into the distance.

Jiang Sheng was extremely distressed, she grabbed Fang Heng's hand, hoping to cheer him up, "Third brother, have you forgotten how we got here? You can't be defeated! You still have your parents' vengeance to avenge, you still have the Fang family to take back. You didn't give up after so much framing and pursuit to kill you, how can you be shaken by just a few words?"

"Brother Three, she did it on purpose, knowing that setbacks only make you braver, so she deliberately attacked you this way," Xu Mo spoke uncharacteristically fast, "If you lose, you’ll only fall into her and the Fang family’s plot. Don't let her words get to you."

Wen Zhiyun's eyes were brimming with tears, as if she wanted to say something, but was grabbed by Chang Yan and taken to the edge of the cliff.

Jiang Yi and Jiang Er had already restrained Wang Yuyao, ready to throw her off at any time.

Chang Yan raised his hand to stop them.

He squatted in front of Wang Yuyao, carefully examining this beautiful young lady. Suddenly he opened his mouth, "What are you trying to prove to the Fang family?"

Wang Yuyao was shocked in her heart.

Chang Yan had guessed right on the mark, but it wasn’t the Fang family who proposed dissolving the engagement.

The Fang family hadn't even brought it up yet, but Lady Wang of the Wang family’s main branch was already afraid, knowing Fang Heng was at Hairpin Courtyard. She instigated Wang Yuyao to hurt him with words.

Her exact words were, "Anyway, you're just asking him. Whether he lives or dies is up to him, you didn't kill him yourself, so don't feel guilty."

But how could she not feel guilty?

"In order to gain glory and wealth, in order to keep your engagement, you hurt your childhood cousin," Chang Yan looked calmly at Wang Yuyao. "If something really happened to him, if he died, could you sleep at night?"

If he really died, if he disappeared from this world, and there was no more Fang Heng, no more Young Master Fang.

Those childhood moments would vanish like smoke in memory.

Wang Yuyao swayed unsteadily, seeming afraid. But in a flash she yelled fiercely, "I didn't want to hurt him, I didn't want to, but I have a mother to protect, I also want to live, I just want to live better, what's wrong with that?" "I just want to live well, I also only want to live well!"

She suddenly burst into tears, seeming to vent the distress and oppression in her heart.

But to Chang Yan's ears, it only sounded noisy.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared.

No matter how much injustice and hardship Wang Yuyao suffered, the fact that she hurt Third Brother was undeniable, and Chang Yan would not let her off for any reason.

"I have heartbreak poison here." Wen Zhiyun steeled her heart and took out a packet of still warm powder from her bosom.

Wang Yuyao was frightened and her crying stopped abruptly.

"You can't kill me, I'm from the Wang family, I have a name and status, if you kill me you'll also face the law." Her words were fierce but she was afraid inside.

Wen Zhiyun glanced coldly at her, and took out a small jade bottle from her sleeve. "I have bluestone vitriol, it can rot all flesh."

Although she had only heard Doctor Wu mention it and hadn't seen it herself, just taking it out was enough to scare people.

Seeing Wang Yuyao's increasing tremors, she knew it worked.

Chang Yan's face was cold as he glanced back at Wen Zhiyun, murderous intent brewing.

Wen Zhiyun was startled, and quickly put the bluestone vitriol and heartbreak poison back into her bosom, whispering, "Xiao Wu, we can't kill her."

The reason Lady Wang dared to use words to hurt was precisely because it didn't draw blood, they couldn't even report it to the government.

On the other hand, to kill Wang Yuyao just because of some words was also unreasonable.

"We can make her suffer a fate worse than death," Wen Zhiyun was still trying to persuade, "Xiao Wu, calm down, this is Anshui Prefecture, we are all law-abiding citizens."

In the distant Fengjing, life was cheaper than a dog's, and death came in the blink of an eye.

But here this was Anshui Prefecture, every commoner's name was recorded in the registers, and if something happened the government would investigate, officials would be busy without rest.

Countless county magistrates and prefects used their lives to protect this place, sheltering every commoner. They certainly didn't want to see blood spilt on this land, didn't want to see panic and bleakness marring the festive new year.

Chang Yan gave a cold laugh, and finally the murderous look in his eyes receded.

He spoke softly, even colder than before, "Death can be excused, but living sin is hard to escape."

Having said that, he whispered two sentences into Wen Zhiyun's ear. "Ah, you want that?" Wen Zhiyun said in shock, "That's...that's too cruel."

Chang Yan just looked at her coldly without speaking.

Wen Zhiyun had no choice but to take out five thumb-sized pills from her bosom, murmuring, "Large amounts of safflower added to blood circulation and clot reducing medicine, originally used by women to clear dead fetuses, with one pill maximum per use."

If two pills were consumed, it would cause irreversible damage to a woman's body, making her incapable of conception for life.

Chang Yan took them and pushed all five pills into Wang Yuyao's mouth.

Wang Yuyao also knew these weren't good things. She clutched her throat trying to spit them out, but was struck heavily on the back by Jiang Yi, coughing once before swallowing them all.

"What have you fed me, if you kill me the prefect won't let you off." She shrieked in terror.

Chang Yan was too lazy to pay her any mind. He signaled Jiang Yi to push her off the cliff.

The cliff was low, it wouldn't kill, but it would break her legs.

Everyone who did wrong had to be punished, but the punishment for Lady Wang and daughter was still to come.

With a shriek, the noisy voice finally disappeared.

The two brothers led the little girl worriedly back to Fang Heng.

After Wen Zhiyun's repeated persuasion and Jiang Sheng talking herself hoarse, Fang Heng still had no reaction, seemingly lost in his own memories, or perhaps making some kind of decision.

"Third brother, can you wake up?" Jiang Sheng sat dejectedly on the ground. "I'm so scared without you here."

The siblings had been together for three years already. They relied on each other, went from poverty to eating their fill, and then to having small savings.

They were bullied, calculated against, oppressed.

They had struggled all the way until now, and were just about to go from bitterness to sweetness. Why did they have to suffer such a blow?

The more Jiang Sheng thought about it, the angrier she got. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. She bawled at the top of her lungs.

Chang Yan and Wen Zhiyun instinctively wanted to go persuade her.

But Xu Mo keenly noticed Fang Heng's neck move slightly. He quickly stopped the two younger brothers, and encouraged Jiang Sheng with a look: Louder!

Jiang Sheng didn't care about all that. She thought about first meeting Third Brother, forcing herself to cling to Third Brother's leg, Third Brother foolishly taking her as a sister. She thought about scene after scene with her brother, and her tears flowed like floodgates opening, pouring down.

Finally, just when Jiang Sheng was about to cry her new padded jacket wet, Fang Heng helplessly squatted down to wipe away her tears. "Little crybaby, stop crying."