"Kill me with silver wire, then stage it to look like a hanging suicide. You might even leave behind a note, claiming that I’ve suffered from long-term depression and chose to end my life because I couldn’t bear the pressure."
The girl’s tone was eerily calm.
The man’s pupils were filled with shock.
"The eldest daughter of the Yu family, a proud child of heaven, has never been subjected to the slightest grievance since she was born. Anyone she intends to kill won’t see the sun rise the next day. Yet her impatience still surprised me."
One step into the house, and an assassin steps in right after.
Shen You’an didn’t know if he should call Yu Ruohuan ruthless or lawless.
In her eyes, a human life was as easily claimed as reaching out to grab it, completely under her control.
The man’s pupils shrank suddenly.
She actually knew everything.
He abruptly realized that she was lying in wait for him.
Narrowing his eyes, he asked coldly, "Just who are you?"
"Doesn’t your family’s eldest daughter investigate thoroughly before killing people?"
Shen You’an set the towel down and slowly turned around.
For some reason, even though the girl looked gentle and frail, and the difference in power between them should have been vast, he didn’t dare make a move lightly.
Because he suddenly noticed some overlooked details.
During the poisoning attempt, Shen You’an had seen through it effortlessly. She was not only intelligent but also incredibly meticulous and thoughtful.
The two staged "accidents" had been blocked by Liu Runxi, showcasing an inexplicable charisma that inspired loyalty unto death.
A series of narrowly avoided incidents—perhaps none of them were mere coincidence.
The eldest daughter, embarrassed and infuriated, had finally resorted to desperate measures.
It’s undeniable: this was a poorly chosen move, even resembling a desperate jump into chaos.
This is Qingzhou, not Jingzhou. While Mrs. Liu might be mediating the situation, Mr. Liu’s stance remains unknown.
Though Shen You’an lacked power and status, she was a renowned figure at Lanya High School. Tonight, her talent shone during the evening gala, and her reputation only grew stronger. The Lanya Group treasured her dearly—as if she were a rare gem. Killing her could bring endless repercussions.
But the self-righteous eldest daughter wouldn’t listen to these reasons.
The assassination tonight had to succeed; after all, in his career, he’d never failed before.
He had indeed investigated Shen You’an thoroughly. She lived with her uncle, cousin, and distant relatives—a seemingly parentless orphan. A suicide staged as a result of depression ought to have been an impeccable assassination plot.
Yet the calm, composed demeanor of the girl before him told him that the eldest daughter’s scheme had been nothing but a joke.
Whether it was preemptively exposed or mere happenstance, she had to die tonight.
The man’s gaze turned icy and murderous as he tightened the silver wire relentlessly.
Shen You’an raised an eyebrow: "By doing this, you’re enabling evil. Is this what the Azure Dragon Army stands for?"
The man froze momentarily, dazed for a split second. His face quickly turned cold, and his eyes deadlocked onto this delicate yet radiant face before him.
"How do you know that?"
He became acutely aware that the girl was far from ordinary.
"Back when Sang Kunrou established Four Seasons County, the goal was to repel foreign invaders and protect their homeland—not to enable evil and collude with wrongdoers. Do you think you’re living up to Mr. Sang’s legacy or the Hua Clan’s people?"
The girl’s piercing accusations made Jiao Long’s face instantaneously pale.
"No... Sang Kunrou betrayed the nation, he..."
"That’s just the brainwashing the Yu family fed you, and you’ve even come to believe it yourself."
The girl’s tone carried a biting sarcasm.
Jiao Long snapped his head up, his cold eyes fixed on her: "Are you a Sang family descendant? Here to clear Sang Kunrou’s name?"
The Sang family, regardless of gender or age, had been executed back then. Still, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that someone had escaped amidst the chaos. Over the years, the Yu family had encountered no shortage of unrest—even Yu Ruohuan herself had faced a kidnapping when she was young. The perpetrator had claimed to be a Sang family descendant seeking vengeance for the Sang family. Yu Ruohuan had nearly lost her life during that ordeal.
Following that incident, he’d been assigned to stay close to Yu Ruohuan, diligently safeguarding the eldest daughter’s safety ever since.
Like specters, Sang family descendants continued to haunt the Yu family, preventing it from ever resting easy. Be it the eldest daughter, the first wife, the second wife, or the two Mr. Yus—they traveled under the tightest security, always wary of a repeat of the past events.
Over the years, the Yu family had discreetly poured significant effort into tracking down the Sang family descendants. Yet ever since the trails had broken off after that initial incident, there had been no further leads.
The girl in front of him seemed exceedingly suspicious.
She smiled sweetly—under the lamp’s glow, her gentleness sent an uncanny chill down his spine: "Take a guess."
"Then there’s even less chance I’ll let you go."
Shen You’an shook her head and sighed: "Just like your eldest daughter—stubborn as ever."
Jiao Long warily scanned his surroundings.