Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

Jia Yi... would he really dare to lay a hand on Baoyu?

But then I thought, that person's mind is already unclear, what can't he do?

Just as it was about to erupt—

Rumble!!!

A thunderous thud of hooves shook the ground, and amidst the billowing dust, eighteen squads of cavalry, like ghosts, stormed into the arena.

The eighteen riders of Yanyun, clad in armor, their blades unsheathed, already exuded a murderous aura that seemed to slash faces.

They were Jia Yi's shadows, his eyes and ears, and the nails he had driven into the heart of the Jia family.

From the moment he gained power, he lay low silently—preventing someone in the Jia family from plotting a rebellion.

For example, Jia She and Jia Jing, which one of them was a law-abiding citizen?

"Who...are you?"

Grandmother Jia forced herself to remain calm and questioned in a trembling voice.

But the eighteen riders didn't even lift their eyelids, they just stood there with their swords drawn, like Asuras guarding the gates of hell.

Immediately afterwards, the footsteps thundered!

A troop of Tang Dynasty Mo Dao soldiers burst through the door, clad in heavy black armor, their blades gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light. With each step they took, the ground trembled.

They quickly sealed off Rongqing Hall, while another team rushed straight to the gate of the mansion, completely surrounding the Rongguo Mansion.

—This isn't a business meeting; we're here to clear the area!

Grandmother Jia's expression changed drastically, and her fingertips turned cold.

She suddenly realized—Jia Yi was about to make his move.

When the news spread, Jia She, Jia Zheng, and others rushed over.

Jia Zheng's face turned deathly pale, and his heart was trembling.

Baoyu is his only legitimate son! If anything happens to him, the Jia family bloodline will be cut off!

But when they saw the menacing army of Mo Dao soldiers, their steps faltered, and cold sweat streamed down their backs.

"These...these are Brother Yi's soldiers?"

Wang Xifeng stood at the back of the crowd, her legs weak and her voice trembling.

These people didn't seem like living people; they were more like battle spirits that had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Just standing there was enough to suffocate you.

"Um."

Jia Lian swallowed hard. Even though he had seen it once before, he still felt as if his internal organs were frozen.

In this deathly silence—

A figure slowly walked over.

Jia Yi has appeared.

Behind him followed a group of women, all with their heads bowed and eyes lowered, trembling with fear.

His steps were steady, each step resounding, as if he were stepping to the rhythm of a heartbeat.

He walked up to the head seat and, without any hesitation, lifted the corner of his robe and sat down directly.

In the past, someone would have jumped out and scolded him for being rude.

But now, no one dares to move, no one dares to speak out.

The blades of those Mo Dao soldiers were coldly pressed against the back of everyone's neck.

Grandmother Jia, Jia She, and Lady Wang looked up, their pupils suddenly contracting—

The man sitting in the high position exuded an aura of unfathomable power, his eyes sharp as blades; merely sitting there, he made it hard for people to breathe.

That imposing presence... was exactly the same as that of Jia Daishan, the Duke of Rongguo back then!

"Write down the names of all the servants who framed me back then."

Jia Yi spoke, his tone as calm as if he were asking how many bowls of rice he had eaten that day.

But as soon as those words were spoken, the entire room felt a chill.

The air seemed to freeze, some people's teeth chattered, and some people were sweating profusely.

Those lackeys who had participated in framing the original owner and pinning the blame for pushing Baoyu into the pond on him were now trembling with fear, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

The women were so frightened that they trembled and could barely stand.

Jia Yi gently raised his hand and said calmly, "Come here."

They felt as if they had been granted a pardon, stumbling and hiding behind him as if that were their only refuge.

Supported by their maids, the women slowly moved to Jia Yi's side, their steps as light as if they were walking on cotton.

As soon as I stepped behind him, the oppressive heaviness that had been suffocating me instantly dissipated, as if the corner of the sky that had collapsed had finally been lifted up by someone.

"Yi-ge'er, whose servant dares to smear your reputation?"

"What's wrong with everyone today? Have they all gone mad?"

Jia Zheng looked completely bewildered, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

He actually believed it back then—believed that his precious Jia Baoyu was truly pushed into the water by Jia Yi.

But Jia She's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Back then, they thought Jia Yi was just a fool. When the incident happened, they didn't even investigate and just convicted him on the spot.

Upon closer examination now, it's riddled with flaws!

Since moving to the east wing, Jia Yi has barely stepped out of the door.

How did they get the audacity to go to the pond and push someone into the water?

Absurd! Utterly absurd!

"OK!"

Jia She slammed his fist on the table, the sound so loud it shook the roof beams.

"Those audacious servants dared to frame my own son!"

The words were harsh, but no one could tell whether the anger was genuine or not.

At this moment, Grandmother Jia stepped forward, trembling, leaning on her cane, her voice tinged with pleading:

"Brother Yi, so many years have passed... You've actually benefited from this misfortune, being granted a marquisate and enjoying immense prestige."

"Just to give Grandma some face, let's let this go, okay?"

Of course she knew that Jia Yi wasn't the one who did it back then.

What kind of dignity is it for the Rongguo Mansion, a noble family, to raise a foolish young master?

It would be better to take this opportunity to kick them out, out of sight, out of mind.

"Your face?"

Jia Yi sneered, rolled his eyes, and gave him a disdainful look.

"Not even enough to stand on."

[Ding! The host has angered Grandmother Jia, successfully provoking an NPC. Reward: Guan Yu's exclusive divine weapon—Green Dragon Crescent Blade x1!]

The air froze instantly.

Grandmother Jia's face turned ashen, and her lips twitched as if she had been slapped in public—and the sound was deafening.

"Son, I remember now!"

Jia She suddenly slapped his forehead, quickly pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve, and scribbled down several names in a flourish, "These servants were present back then!"

Jia Yi glanced at it indifferently and waved his hand.

The guards behind him immediately obeyed the order and stepped forward with swift and decisive movements, like eagles swooping down on rabbits.

The wet nurse kneeling on the ground turned ashen-faced.

If she doesn't shift the blame to Jia Yi, Madam Wang won't let her off the hook!

Shift the blame to Jia Yi? This newly appointed marquis is going to make her wish she were dead!

With no way forward or backward, she collapsed to the ground, her undergarments soaked with cold sweat.

"Grandma, and Second Aunt."

Jia Yi's eyes sharpened, a cold glint flashing within them. "You guys write too."

"Jia Yi! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Madam Wang shook her head violently, her voice trembling, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Just as Grandmother Jia was about to speak up to mediate—

"Smack!!!"

A crisp sound rang out throughout the venue!

The Tang Dynasty Mo Dao team member beside Jia Yi stepped forward, his arm like a whip, and slapped Madam Wang so hard that she fell to the ground, half of her face swelling up instantly and her gums bleeding.

"presumptuous!"

"How dare you, a lowly woman, address the Marquis by his name?"

Jia Yi nodded in satisfaction.

Well done!

This mother and son have finally learned their lesson.

"Yi-ge'er, she's your..."

Grandmother Jia was about to speak urgently, but Jia Yi coldly interrupted her—

"What is she?"

He curled his lips into a sneer: "She's just the wife of a fifth-rank official."

In short, it was like two knives, stabbing into the hearts of Jia Zheng and Lady Wang.

[Ding! Host has precisely targeted Jia Zheng and Lady Wang, inflicting maximum emotional damage. Received a Deluxe Supply Pack x10 – each containing a case of chilled cola! Ten cases total!]

Jia Yi glanced at the system reward, his eyes filled with even more disdain.

He wouldn't even bother to glance at those two good-for-nothings if it weren't for avenging the original owner of this body.

Purely consumable, utterly worthless!

Jia She almost burst out laughing.

That silly son of mine said something that really hit home today; it really resonated with me!

The servants around them secretly glanced at the distraught Jia Zheng and his wife.

A single thought popped into their minds:

The Rongguo Mansion is about to undergo a major upheaval!