The Battle of the Noble Ladies (Book 1)

Chapter 100 - Deep Hatred

Zhou Weizhao sat at the head, his expression calm as he glanced at the mess outside, then turned his gaze to Song Chuyi, who had just entered.

In the afternoon, Song Chuyi had mentioned that every family has its own difficulties, and she had a stepmother.

But he hadn't expected this stepmother to be so dangerous. No wonder Song Chuyi was overly cautious; anyone with such a stepmother would be on high alert.

Because of Miss Chen's push, Song Chuyi hadn't had time to tidy herself up, so she looked a bit disheveled. However, her face remained calm and her eyes cold, as if she was completely unaffected.

"Your Highness, does the deal we discussed still stand?" she asked after a moment of silence, looking at Zhou Weizhao.

Zhou Weizhao could easily deny it, given that she had no power or influence compared to him, and she had already shared her plan to gain his trust.

If Zhou Weizhao reneged now, she would have no recourse. At least, that's what everyone would think—a young lady from a noble family in the capital, what trouble could she possibly cause?

Ye Jingchuan frowned as he looked between Zhou Weizhao and Song Chuyi, feeling dissatisfied.

"When did you make a deal with him?" he asked Song Chuyi angrily. "Do you know he's a fox?!"

But then he felt a bit stunned, realizing that although Zhou Weizhao was difficult to deal with, Song Chuyi was also quite cunning.

Zhou Weizhao rolled up his sleeve and coughed, seeing Ye Jingchuan fall silent at the right moment, then turned to Song Chuyi. "Of course, it stands. Have you decided what you need my help with?"

"Can I handle those people?" Song Chuyi tilted her head towards the granary, her expression indifferent.

Ye Jingchuan waved his hand dismissively, looking at her with some disdain. "No matter how capable you are, you're still a girl. Those people are seasoned ruffians who don't care about their lives. Do you know that? If they say something nasty, how will you face it?"

Despite his frivolous appearance and seemingly self-centered attitude, Ye Jingchuan was a good person with a kind heart.

Nanny Xu also thought Ye Jingchuan made sense and hesitantly whispered to Song Chuyi, "Miss, Young Master Ye is right... Those people have filthy mouths. If they say something offensive..."

Song Chuyi continued to look at Zhou Weizhao at the head of the room.

Zhou Weizhao then nodded with a slight smile.

Ye Jingchuan, somewhat anxious and frustrated, said, "Do you know she's a girl?! Have you been in the Taoist temple for too long? Oh, I forgot, you have been in the temple for so long that you can't even tell the difference between men and women!"

Song Chuyi swiftly stood up and, halfway to the door, turned back to Zhou Weizhao. "Can I borrow a few of the young Taoist priests beside you?"

Lanterns were hung all around the granary, making it as bright as day in contrast to the dark night outside.

As soon as Song Chuyi had the cloths removed from the prisoners' mouths, they began to spew foul language.

One particularly rotund man, with a round head and a malicious look, spat several times while leering at Song Chuyi.

"So, after all this effort, the one we're supposed to kill is just a little girl," he sneered, his face full of smugness and disdain. "She probably hasn't even grown all her hair yet, and it takes so many of us to deal with her."

Qingtao and Hongyu's faces turned red with anger, and they hurried to cover Song Chuyi's ears.

Song Chuyi gently brushed their hands away, ignoring the insults and mockery. She suddenly pointed at the round-headed man and calmly instructed the young Taoist priest beside her, "Go, break his arms and legs."

The young priest looked at her in surprise, but seeing her resolute expression, he hesitated only briefly before kicking the man's knee, then swiftly breaking his leg.

The entire process was so quick that it happened in the blink of an eye.

The round-headed man's screams filled the room. He looked at the still-expressionless girl in front of him with terror, dragging his broken leg as he tried to retreat.

"His arms!" Song Chuyi glanced at the young priest, her voice unnervingly calm. "Break them!"

True to her word, the young priest broke the man's arms without hesitation.

The room was filled with the man's screams.

Once the young priest had finished, Song Chuyi stepped forward, her face cold, and stared at the now-terrified group.

"Who is the leader?" she asked, her voice icy. "Who is the leader?"

A frightened man pointed at the skinny man who had been cursing the loudest.

Song Chuyi let out a cold snort and leisurely looked at him. "Do you want to live or not?"

Although she still showed little expression, to this group of people, she was undoubtedly a deadly demon. The man stared at her, cautiously shrinking back, hesitating as he asked, "What happens if I want to live? And if I don't?"

"I already know who sent you. I just need your testimony. If you want to live, cooperate with me. If you don't... I don't mind killing you all like Tatar soldiers!" For the first time since her rebirth, Song Chuyi spoke in such a vicious tone, shocking everyone in the room.

Although they had indeed come for her life, they hadn't succeeded. Why did this young girl seem to have such a deep-seated hatred for them?

The leader swallowed hard, feeling his hands start to tremble.

After all, they were only in it for the money. Losing their lives for it wasn't worth it...

Song Chuyi signaled to Qingtao and Hongyu with a nod, and they immediately understood, bringing out the prepared paper and pen.

"I won't let you go for now," Song Chuyi said, watching the man write furiously. She looked over the group again. "When you testify against the person who sent you, then I'll release you."

Everyone shook their heads. "How do we know you'll keep your word..."

Song Chuyi suddenly threw a cup at them, the clear sound of it shattering silencing everyone instantly.

"If you don't believe me, die now!" Song Chuyi had no patience for those who had nearly killed her. She sneered, "If you don't want to write, die like that man!"