Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 222 Double Kill
She had sharpened this hairpin countless times, until it was incredibly sharp. Whenever she thought of what Yu had done and said, she couldn't control the surging murderous intent in her heart, and at those moments, she would sharpen this hairpin.

Fortunately, this hairpin was not only quite heavy, but also, after being sharpened so many times, it hadn't dulled; instead, it had become even sharper. This allowed it to strike decisively at this crucial moment, piercing deeply into the black, foul-smelling heart of the man surnamed Yu.

"You're still as disgusting as ever. Are you trying to absolve yourself of your feelings by saying all this? You might fool the children with this little trick, but you can't fool me! As your bedmate, I've heard this nonsense countless times, you probably can't even remember it yourself, but I remember it all clearly!"

"This is how you tricked me into handing over the manuscript; this is how you made me abandon my pursuit of knowledge and become a cook; this is how you caused the death of my child. And now you're going to distort the truth in front of the whole world? You, surnamed Yu, I think you shouldn't be a teacher, you should be a strategist who orchestrates alliances. Your silver tongue has misled countless people. Ha, I was foolish to believe you back then, but I won't be foolish forever. I can disregard my literary reputation and my writings. But I cannot disregard my daughter, my granddaughter!"

"See this hairpin? I've been working on it for twenty years. For twenty years, not a single moment has gone by that I didn't want you dead. Wasn't your lifelong wish to be famous throughout the world? Today I'll give you that. Don't worry, after today you will definitely be famous throughout the world! The kind that will be infamous for eternity!"

"puff!"

Yu Daru wanted to speak, but once the hairpin was pulled out, he couldn't utter a single word. He was extremely weak, and large gushes of blood gushed from his chest. Yu Daru had been wearing a pure white robe today, perhaps to show that he was of impeccable character, but at this moment, the robe only made the bloodstains on his body more noticeable.

The crowd below, who had been hoping for a resolution to the debate, were stunned by this sudden turn of events. After a moment, they finally regained their senses, and screams erupted one after another.

The crowd, who had only come to watch the spectacle, never expected to witness a wife murdering her husband. The scene was gruesome and bloody, causing many to flee in terror. Jiu Que, though surrounded by the throng, stood firm like a pillar of strength. Instead of fleeing with the crowd, she tried to move towards the platform.

The crowd below was in such a panic, let alone Yu Dalang, who had witnessed the scene up close. He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, constantly pushing himself back with his hands, afraid that his mother, who had just killed his father, would notice him. After all, he had been quite involved in his sister and niece's affairs these past few days. Moreover, he had also abandoned his mother's work in the past.

Yu Dalang never understood why his mother, a woman, could write such excellent articles. Not only was she a master of calligraphy and painting, but she was also incredibly skilled in political essays and poetry. Why weren't these talents passed down to him? They all went to his younger sister. His sister was a woman; she didn't need to be an official, didn't need to be famous. She only needed to stay in the mansion, raise children, and serve her husband and in-laws. But fate seemed to love playing tricks on people. He, the eldest son, was mediocre, while his sister was incredibly learned. Was this fair? And his mother clearly favored his sister. Why? They were both her children!

At this moment, Li Chengyuan also noticed her son. She took a few quick steps, and the hairpin she had sharpened into a dagger plunged into Yu Dalang's abdomen.

Was it painful? Of course it was painful, after all, this was a child she had carried for ten months and given birth to. But she had no choice but to do this. Her son was like a leech, clinging tightly to his sister, niece, children, grandchildren, and wife, constantly sucking their blood to survive. What was even more hateful was that he didn't think there was anything wrong with this way of life, and even took pride in it.

"The thing I regret most in my life is being misled by your father's sweet talk and handing you over to your grandparents to raise. Look at what they've raised you into! Selfish and greedy! You covet what doesn't belong to you, and when you can't get it, you turn around and bite them. You're just like your father!"

"Mother, Mother, I don't want to die! I'm your son, your only son in this life! Can't you spare my life? Please save me! I'm bleeding, my stomach hurts so much..."

"It's supposed to hurt." Li Chengyuan grabbed Yu Dalang's hair, pulling so hard that his scalp ached and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Your sister suffered ten times more than you did when she died! You were right there, why didn't you stop it? Instead, you added fuel to the fire! Did you hate her that much? She was your own sister! You two were born of the same mother, both from my womb, what deep-seated hatred could drive you to kill her? If Lüyun hadn't told me, I almost wouldn't have believed my ears. My daughter was driven to her death by her own father and brother. How utterly desolate she must have felt when she drank that bowl of poison..."

Yu Dalang was hit in the stomach, but being younger than Yu Daru, he could withstand it. He broke free from Li Chengyuan's grasp and crawled backward, leaving a trail of blood in his wake, which looked quite horrifying.

He was now pleading for help from anyone who could save his life. The closest person to him was naturally his niece, Yu Chuyang.

He desperately stretched out his hand, trying to grasp at any hope of survival, but he was disappointed, for he met Li Chuyang's eyes filled with hatred. Yu Dalang couldn't help but recall that a few days ago, when his father was about to strangle Chuyang, he was right there beside him, and even helped. However, neither of them had expected that Chuyang, a little girl, would know martial arts and, moreover, turn the tables and defeat two grown men single-handedly.

But at this moment, Yu Dalang couldn't care less about anything else.

"Chuyang, save me! I'm your uncle! Don't you remember? When you were little, I took you out to play and bought you windmills and candied hawthorns..."

"Of course I remember."

Yu Dalang suddenly had hope.

Yu Chuyang looked down at his nominal uncle's ugly struggle and found it laughable. Even now, he was still trying to defend himself and even tried to soften her heart with fabricated kinship.

Sigh, people like that never regret anything.

"So I still remember that you took me out to play back then, just to trick me into handing over the articles I had written. A candied hawthorn in exchange for a poem was a perfect deal for you, wasn't it?"

(End of this chapter)