Chapter 432: These Lines Aren’t in the Script, Right?
Yan Rouwan spoke these words while gently linking her arm with Young Master Sang, her eyes even emanating a hint of tea aroma.
Young Master Sang also sighed in relief.
Since Tang Yubbing had already arrived, it meant Master Yu Xia was backstage waiting to join the performance at any moment.
In truth, Yu Xia’s role was the key in this play.
The rest was just to enhance the script.
Seeing Yan Rouwan and Tang Yubbing diving into their roles, Young Master Sang wore a content smile.
Great!
Compared to the other side getting lost in their act, it was definitely reassuring to have Sister Yan and Sister Yubbing being mature and steady.
Tang Yubbing noticed Yan Rouwan leaning on Young Master Sang and seemed even angrier, biting her silver teeth as she retorted:
“You little vixen, don’t you feel the slightest shame?”
“Oh? I’m with Young Master Sang because of my own merits. During your work-filled days, it was me and my cat who kept Young Master Sang company. What’s there to feel ashamed of?”
Young Master Sang: “Mm-hmm.”
“You, you still speak so confidently?”
“How? Isn’t what I said true? When he was toiling day and night, what were you doing? Adding more tasks for him?”
Young Master Sang: “Mm-hmm… Hmm?”
“Hah? When Young Master Sang was all alone and miserable in the Demon Cult, wasn’t it I who took him in at the Punishment Department? You think a prisoner from the Water Moon Sect deserves credit?”
“When we were at the Water Moon Sect, I often looked after lonely him. Wasn’t that earlier than you?”
Young Master Sang: “W-well…”
“I owe Young Master Sang my gratitude for recognizing my worth. He has promised me lifelong devotion; we’ve shared a long affection. How can you compare with me?”
“And so? I’ve been by Young Master Sang’s side day and night, and my jade pendant was a heartfelt token he gave me. Do you have one?”
Young Master Sang: “N-no, the script doesn’t have these lines—”
“Yan Rouwan! Don’t think that just because Young Master Sang is protecting you, I won’t dare to do anything! Don’t forget, I’m your superior!”
“Ha, a mere position in the Heavenly Punishment Department? Who cares? If it weren’t for Young Master Sang, I wouldn’t even have an interest in staying with your company.”
Without realizing it, Tang Yubbing and Yan Rouwan leaned closer, their eyes sparking with intensity.
Meanwhile, Young Master Sang stood there dumbfounded for a long time, ultimately covering his face in anguish.
…No way.
Are you two really getting involved?
Whose harem catches fire on the same day?
Dragon Huan beside him glanced over in confusion: “Zhe Er, what are they talking about?”
“…A play,” Young Master Sang explained, covered in sweat. “It’s a rehearsal for our theater performance; they’re just practicing ahead.”
But inside, he was already crying out in despair.
Aunt Yu? Where are you? Save me!
Seemingly sensing Young Master Sang’s distress, a voice suddenly kicked the door open.
“Where’s that little brat Sang?”
This time, it was a physical kick to the door.
The entire yard gate flew open, a powerful and imposing aura erupting as Master Yu Xia stepped in, adorned in luxurious fur and elegant attire, radiating a mix of arrogance and severity.
This left everyone in the yard startled, even Tang Yubbing biting her lip and re-entering character.
“…Mother?”
As soon as Yu Xia entered, her gaze swept across the gathered crowd.
Finally, it slowly settled on Young Master Sang.
“It’s this little brat who ran off with my precious daughter?”
“Aunt! Let me explain—”
Young Master Sang rushed forward in a panic, desperate to clarify, but inside he was already overwhelmed with tears of gratitude.
…Aunt Yu!
If this household is without you, it’ll fall apart!
If you were a moment later, the Sang residence would be torn to shreds tonight!
Yu Xia lazily cast a glance at Young Master Sang. Her eyes overflowed with blatant arrogance and derision.
“Explain? What do I need from you?”
“You’re just a lowly commoner; how can you possibly be worthy of our Tang family’s young lady? A frog wishing to eat swan meat, what a foolish dream!”
“No,” Young Master Sang stepped forward, earnestly attempting to persuade, “Sister Yubbing and I truly love each other—”
“Get lost!”
Yu Xia shouted sharply, waving her sleeve, sending Young Master Sang flying, blood spewing from his mouth.
“Young Master Sang!”
“Zhe Er!”
“Zhe Er!”
The moment Young Master Sang was thrown out, both Yan Rouwan and Tang Yubbing dashed over, shielding him, while Dragon Huan worriedly picked him up.
“Zhe Er…” Dragon Huan stared at Young Master Sang, pale-faced and bloodless lips, suddenly panicking.
“Y-you wait, mother will find a doctor for you—”
“No need, mother,” Young Master Sang gently grasped her hand, forcing a bitter smile, “I… I’m fine.”
Dragon Huan’s grip tightened.
“This lady,” she slowly stood, glaring at Yu Xia with a hint of resentment, “why did you hurt my Zhe Er without reason?”
“Ha, reason?” Yu Xia looked at her with disdain and contempt, “Does our Tang family need a reason to take a life?”
“Don’t you know our Tang family is immensely powerful? As such a noble family, how could we allow such a lowly commoner to enter?”
“You! You can’t talk about Zhe Er like that!”
Dragon Huan gritted her silver teeth in anger.
“Commoners are commoners. Today, even if I kill him in front of you, so what?”
Yu Xia let out a cold laugh, stepping forward.
“Mother! Spare Young Master Sang!” Tang Yubbing pleaded, her face filled with anguish, “I’ll return with you, I promise.”
“Humph,” Yu Xia replied indifferently, “You think after touching a woman from the Tang family, you can live to leave?”
“If you want to lay a hand on Young Master Sang, you’ll have to step over my corpse!” Yan Rouwan declared resolutely.
“Ha, you wish to martyr yourself for that man? Be my guest.”
She slowly raised her hand, and just then, Tang Yubbing and Yan Rouwan spat blood, being sent flying.
Dragon Huan watched the powerful and unreasonable woman in front of her, clutching Young Master Sang tightly, her lips pressed together in a thin line.
“What do you want? You are not allowed to hurt my Zhe Er!”
“Our Tang family has our own rules.”
Yu Xia calmly stated: “For anyone who has ill intentions towards a Tang family woman, we break their limbs and throw them off a cliff, letting them fend for themselves.”
Dragon Huan’s pupils slightly contracted.
“If you don’t want to see your child die alongside you, then step aside.”
Ignoring Yu Xia’s threats, Dragon Huan still held on tightly to Young Master Sang, her petite figure acting as a fragile shield, delicate yet stubbornly protecting him.
Yu Xia snorted coldly and lightly raised her hand.
Young Master Sang was suddenly thrown away from Dragon Huan’s embrace.
“Zhe Er!”
Dragon Huan still clung tightly to Young Master Sang, refusing to let go, and was thrown into the air alongside him.
“Look at your mother-son bond. Then go down and continue being mother and son!”
Yu Xia suddenly swung her hand, sending Young Master Sang and Dragon Huan flying like cannonballs.
They soared over mountains and forest until they began to plummet from a cliff.
The powerful force made it impossible for Dragon Huan, even biting her lip, to hold onto Young Master Sang.
As she watched Young Master Sang slowly falling from her sight, time seemed to slow down for Dragon Huan in that moment.
The scenery before her coincided with a memory. The last time, the panicked little girl had been just like this.
Sitting on the ground, watching the little Sheep Demon she didn’t even know the name of fall into the abyss.
The fear, despair, and pleading on that face was engraved deeply in Dragon Huan’s mind.
As the figure gradually merged with Young Master Sang, who was slowly falling.
“NO!!”
In the next moment, a dragon’s roar echoed throughout the valley.
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