Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 92 My mother gives it to you (ask for monthly ticket at the beginning of the month)

The blood flowed on the ground and gathered together, as if the corridor was painted with a layer of bright red paint. As he walked along, Song Yan could clearly feel the stickiness under his feet.

A little disgusting.

But in comparison, the fear twisted on Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen's faces made him feel even more happy. Every time his foot landed, their bodies trembled.

There was no trace of blood on his pale face.

The trembling body shook like a sieve.

Two pairs of eyes looked at the approaching Song Yan, as if they were looking at a ghost that was seeking revenge. No one knew how he would torture himself.

Thinking about what he had done to Song Yan before, he would not let them go easily... Damn it, if he could do it again, he would kill him at all costs. As long as this bastard died, they would never end up in this situation.

If Song Yan rushed over and broke their necks, it might have been a relief for Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen. However, Song Yan's slow pace gave them a few more breaths of life. However, for the two of them, this was definitely not a good thing. With every step they took, death was a step closer, and with every breath, the fear in their hearts was magnified.

Mentally, it was an inhumane torture.

In a short period of time, the fear in their chests reached an unimaginable level. Finally, they could no longer hold on:

"Song Yan, you, what do you want to do? You can't kill me. I am your biological mother and he is your brother. Do you want to bear the stigma of killing your mother and brother?" Yang Miaoqing screamed loudly. Since ancient times, the Central Plains dynasty has advocated filial piety. She tried to use filial piety to force Song Yan so as to gain a chance to survive.

Even though she was terrified to the extreme, Yang Miaoqing still stretched out her arms to protect Song Zhen.

"Legitimate mother?" Song Yan smiled. His expression had returned to normal, and the previous brutality was no longer visible on his face. "Brother? Do I have any blood relationship with him?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are all..." Yang Miaoqing opened her mouth subconsciously.

"Huh..." Song Yan exhaled: "Yang Miaoqing, you are still the legitimate daughter of the Yang family. Why can't you maintain a little dignity? What's the point of continuing to pretend now?"

"Tell me, should I call him Song Zhen or Yang Zhen?" Song Yan said, then shook his head: "No, no, his father is called Yang Zhen, and father and son cannot have the same name."

Song Zhen was still confused.

He seemed unclear about what exactly this meant.

Yang Miaoqing's pupils suddenly shrank. She had been pleading, but inexplicably calmed down. Her gaze towards Song Yan became hollow and deep. "How did you know? Besides you, who else knows?"

"Song Hongtao."

"Song Hongtao... he actually knew. No wonder his attitude towards Zhen'er changed so drastically. So this is how it is..."

The tiny sound seemed like a whisper.

A bit of neurotic madness.

Yang Miaoqing's mouth curled up, but tears rolled down her eyes. Could this be her retribution?

At first, she enjoyed the pleasure of fooling Song Hongtao and putting a hat on that stupid man, but now she has to bear the consequences of the pleasure twice as much.

She finally understood why her well-planned plan turned out like this.

Lost.

Yang Miaoqing gave a helpless smile. She had always considered herself the legitimate daughter of the Yang family and considered herself intelligent, but she had never expected that she would suffer such a crushing defeat this time.

"If you kill us, the Yang family will not let you go."

Song Yan spread his hands and said, "Don't slander someone's innocence out of thin air. What does the killing of the Japanese pirates have to do with me?"

Yang Miaoqing chuckled. "Yes, it's normal for a few people to die when the Japanese pirates attack Ningping County tonight," she thought. "But in her plan, it was Song Yan and Luo Yuheng who were going to die, but now it was she who was going to die."

"As for the Yang family..."

"I once promised someone that I would wipe out the entire Yang family's household registration book... Um, household registration book, you may not understand, but it means to wipe out the entire Yang family."

"I know this is a bit presumptuous, but I have to give it a try. What if it works?"

Song Yan smiled, still maintaining his calm demeanor.

If Yang Miaoqing had heard this before, she might have laughed at him. What kind of existence is the Yang family? How dare any random person come out and say he wants to wipe out the entire Yang family?

Simply stupid!
But at this moment, Yang Miaoqing couldn't laugh anymore.

Compared to the Yang family, Song Yan may still be very weak now.

However, his young body carries the soul of a devil. He is calm, cruel, cunning and despicable. No one knows what he will do.

Inexplicably, Yang Miaoqing had a premonition that this young man might become the Yang family's most terrifying enemy.

"Oh, by the way, there's really no need for you to collude with the Japanese pirates." Song Yan sighed and told Yang Miaoqing the good news: "I heard that someone at the Ministry of Justice has already made an effort to change Song Zhen's intentional homicide sentence to manslaughter. Considering Song Zhen's disability, the death sentence has also been changed to not guilty." "The Ministry of Justice has already issued the document, and it should be transmitted back to Ningping in a few days."

"That means Fifth Brother only needs to stay in jail for a few more days before he can be free."

"Then there was a disturbance by Japanese pirates, and my fifth brother was tragically killed by them. What do you think caused this incident?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen were both shocked.

Especially Song Zhen, his face was twitching and twisting in a weird way, and his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Yang Miaoqing. If it weren't for this stupid woman, why would he die?
Song Zhen's resentful gaze made Yang Miaoqing tremble all over, with an expression on her face that looked like she was about to cry:
Don't look at me like that!
Don't look at me like that!

At this moment, Yang Miaoqing almost collapsed completely. Almost everything she had planned turned into a knife stabbing herself, and also took her son's life.

All hope and persistence vanished in an instant.

The pain was even more unbearable than the bloody hole in the waist that Yang Siyao had stabbed.

Ahhh… hehe… gurgle gurgle…

There was only a strange and indescribable sound left in his throat, as if he was crazy.

This is truly heart-piercing words.

It is not the body that is hurt, but the soul and will.

Seeing that both of them were almost mentally broken, it was time to send them on their way. After all, he had other things to do and didn't have much time to waste on them.

Grabbing Yang Miaoqing's hair, Song Yan threw Yang Miaoqing's body out with a faint crackling sound, and her body hit the wall next to her with a bang.

Of course, Song Yan's move was very measured. Although Yang Miaoqing's bones were probably broken, she wouldn't die. After all, he had promised Yang Miaoqing that he would kill Song Zhen in front of her.

Looking at Song Yan's calm face, Song Zhen was terrified to the extreme. His body crawled slowly on the ground like a worm, and he kept retreating, trying to distance himself from Song Yan.

But behind him was a wall, with no way to retreat.

The extremely intense fear was like a huge claw, gripping Song Zhen's heart. At this moment, the dignity of being the legitimate son of a duke was all bullshit and was not as important as his life.

He struggled to wriggle his body, kneeling on the ground with difficulty. Even though the wound on his leg caused his face to twitch, he had no intention of stopping. His head slammed heavily on the ground.
"Ninth brother, please spare me."

"I was wrong before. I apologize."

"Just spare me this time, and I'll give you whatever you want."

"Do you want money? I'm very rich. I know where my mother's banknotes are hidden. I'll give you the code. It's worth hundreds of thousands of taels."

bang, bang, bang...

This was really hard, and after a few strokes, traces of blood oozed out of the forehead. Song Zhen could clearly feel Song Yan's shadow falling on him, and he became even more panicked:
"No money? Woman, woman, do you want it?"

"Yang Siyao is given to you. I have many maids around me. They are all very good at serving people. I give them to you. All of them are yours."

"My mother, my mother is also given to you. She is the legitimate daughter of the Yang family and she is not bad looking... Don't you want to taste what it's like to be the legitimate daughter of the Yang family?"

Song Zhen was determined to give it his all. He would give anything as long as he could survive.

Yang Miaoqing on the side was stunned. She looked at her son in disbelief, as if she didn't expect her son to say such words.

But these words only made Song Yan feel sick. He curled his lips in disgust, grabbed Song Zhen's hair, and rushed to the side with a whoosh.

boom.

His head hit the wall so hard that he could even faintly hear the sound of his skull cracking.

Song Zhen's voice was suddenly stuck in his throat, and his eyes became a little dazed and unfocused.

Bright red blood began to seep out from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Song Zhen's head hit the wall again and again, and the wall began to peel off, leaving red marks, rotten scalp, and black hair stuck to it.

call!
Another effort.

boom.

Right in front of Yang Miaoqing, Song Zhen's head looked like a ripe watermelon in June.

Broken.

(End of this chapter)