On our wedding day, I castrated my fiancée's white moonlight.

Six hours ago.

Tang Miaoyi sat on the edge of the bed, clutching a piece of paper in her hand.

The note had been slipped under her window at some point; it contained only one line of text:

"If you want to know about your parents, come see us."

Below is an address.

Outside Longdu City, in Luming Ravine.

Tang Miaoyi stared at this line of text for a long time!

The candlelight flickered, and her shadow swayed on the wall.

She was only six years old when her parents disappeared!

All I remember is a blurry figure from behind and the words, "My dear Miaoyi, your parents will be back soon!"

It's been more than ten years.

She traveled to every place she could go and entrusted herself to every person she could.

We found nothing.

Tang Miaoyi clenched the note tightly, then loosened it, repeating this several times!

She's not stupid; slipping notes in the middle of the night is clearly suspicious.

But what if?

What if we actually get news of our parents?

She looked out the window. There was no sound from the neighboring courtyard; Ye Fan must still be in seclusion.

'Young Master Ye mustn't find out.'

This was her family matter, and she didn't want to trouble anyone, especially him.

The person who gave her 100,000 spirit stones and told her to "go and buy whatever materials you need."

It was still dark.

Tang Miaoyi changed into a night outfit, carried a long cloth bag on her back, and quietly climbed over the back wall of the Prince's Mansion.

……

Deer Cry Valley.

A withered forest, shrouded in morning mist.

When Tang Miaoyi arrived, the two of them were already waiting there.

One was old, the other thin. Both wore gray robes, with the Tang Clan's unique pouches for concealed weapons hanging from their waists.

"Oh, Miaoyi, little girl." The thin old man smiled insincerely. "It's been twelve years. You've grown so much."

Tang Miaoyi stood ten feet away, not taking another step closer: "Who are you? Where are my parents?"

Another short, stout old man shook his head: "What's the rush? Let's talk first."

"You've been staying at the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion for quite some time now, haven't you? Is that Ye Shitian true?"

Tang Miaoyi's pupils contracted.

The thin old man continued, "We are very concerned about this matter! If Ye Shitian is true, then we naturally have no chance for revenge!"

"If it's fake, we'll go in now and tear that little bastard to shreds!"

"But what if it's fake..."

The short, stout old man chimed in, "Girl, you only need to do one thing. Give that kid named Ye Fan some kind of drug!"

"After it's done, I'll tell you where your parents are!"

Tang Miaoyi's hands hung at her sides, her fingertips slightly cold.

"You want me to poison Young Master Ye?"

"It's not poison, just a medicine that temporarily renders someone unconscious." The thin old man smiled and took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. "You're from the Tang Clan, so you should have this much skill."

Tang Miaoyi looked at the porcelain bottle.

Then I smiled.

"Excuse me."

Her hand reached into the cloth bag behind her back.

"roll."

The thin old man's smile froze.

The short, stout old man frowned: "Girl, do you know who you're talking to? We are the Tang Clan..."

Click—!

A crisp metallic clang.

Tang Miaoyi pulled a long black iron rod from her cloth bag, held it against her shoulder, and pointed the muzzle at the two men.

AK47.

The blueprints drawn by Ye Fan were the first finished product she created herself.

The two old men naturally recognized this item; it was this very thing that killed many members of the Tang Clan outside the Tang Clan!

"you!"

Bang bang bang bang—!

Without saying a word, Tang Miaoyi pulled the trigger!

Flames erupted! Projectiles pierced the air!

The two old men were, after all, sixth-level Martial Grandmasters. They reacted extremely quickly, retreating rapidly and using their internal energy to protect themselves and block most of the projectiles!

The short, stout old man was shocked and furious, while the thin old man's eyes turned cold!

Two words uttered simultaneously from their mouths!

"court death!"

With a flash, his speed suddenly increased!

Tang Miaoyi gritted her teeth, followed the movement of her gun, and fired continuously!

However, the speed of a sixth-level Martial Grandmaster far exceeds the limit that a bullet can catch. The thin old man had already closed to within ten steps in a few flashes!

boom!

He slammed his palm onto the gun barrel!

The AK47 broke in two!

Tang Miaoyi was so shocked that her tiger's mouth was split open, and she was sent flying backward, crashing into a dead tree, blood spilling from her mouth!

"You ungrateful wretch!" The thin old man stepped forward and stomped on Tang Miaoyi's wrist. "I'm only giving you this chance because of your father. Don't be so stubborn."

Tang Miaoyi struggled to lift her head, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained calm: "I said, get out."

A short, stout old man walked over, clutching his shoulder, his face grim: "Since you won't cooperate, then don't blame us."

He took out a black iron nail from his concealed weapon pouch.

It was only an inch long, and the nail was covered with fine barbs.

Tang Miaoyi's pupils suddenly contracted!

Bone-piercing nail!

One of the most insidious torture instruments of the Tang Clan. Once driven into the bone, the barbs will continue to penetrate deeper with the pulsation of blood vessels, causing excruciating pain that is worse than death!

"Recognize it?" The short, stout old man squatted down, his tone sinister. "Your grandfather experienced this not long ago! When the third bone-piercing nail went into his knee, tsk tsk tsk... that feeling, you would never want to know!"

Tang Miaoyi's beautiful eyes were red, and Sisi gritted her teeth!

"You all deserve to die!"

"Come on, girl," the thin old man lifted her right hand and aimed the bone-piercing nail at her wrist bone, "As long as you nod, you won't have to suffer anything."

Tang Miaoyi closed her eyes.

A scene flashed through my mind.

In the hall, Ye Fan pushed a box full of spirit stones in front of her and said with a smile, "Just have someone buy whatever materials you need."

Those eyes were bright and clear.

"Young Master Ye... I'm sorry, I may not be able to help you any further."

She opened her eyes and stared at the two old men: "I, Tang Miaoyi, will never lay a finger on him in my entire life!"

"Kill me if you want!"

The short, stout old man sneered and slammed his wrist down!

"Who dares?"

A calm voice came from the morning mist.

The two old men felt a chill run down their spines and turned around abruptly!

A figure slowly emerged from the mist.

It was Ye Fan!

His gaze swept over the bloodstains at the corner of Tang Miaoyi's mouth, her wrist that was being stepped on, and the bone-piercing nail aimed at her bone!

The warmth in her eyes faded little by little!

"Young Master Ye..." Tang Miaoyi opened her mouth in surprise.

"Put the nail down!"

"Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to let go!"