The girl’s gentle voice flowed like a clear spring.
"Ji Yunya, if you have the guts, kill ." Lu Yuke said with a cold smile.
Yun Ya smiled and glanced at her: "By saying this, it proves you don’t want to die. If you truly want to die, you don’t need to do it; you could bite your tongue and et the King of Hell, completely saying goodbye to this world. But that’s not enough to atone for your sins, and you know there’s a group of people in the underworld waiting to seek revenge on you for their deaths. You’re scared; you don’t even have the courage to die, so how can you shalessly say such things?"
It must be said, Yun Ya’s words hit Lu Yuke right in the heart. She didn’t dare to die; she was even more afraid to face those people in the underworld. But how could she display her weakness in front of her enemy, allowing them to mock and trample her? Even in such dire straits, she must hold her head high and not beco a laughingstock.
"What is there to fear? They owe . I have a clear conscience; I don’t want to die because I want to witness your downfall. Will it be worse than my own ruin? Hahaha," Lu Yuke said, bursting into laughter.
Yun Ya’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, still gentle with a smile, "As long as you’re happy, think whatever you like."
"I ca today to tell you, the family power has fallen into Third Aunt’s hands. First Aunt’s wishes fell through; she took Xingxing to Singapore to visit the eldest daughter, and now Third Aunt is in charge again. However, she’s been put in a tough spot by you. She’s lying in bed pretending to be sick, racking her brain to pass this hot potato back to soone else. I must praise your foresight, leaving the Yan Family a hollow shell. Just how ruthless are you towards the Yan Family? Without the Yan Family, would you have enjoyed such a life of luxury all these years?"
"Pfft, the Yan Family is full of rotten scoundrels. I wish they were all dead. Should I be required to pamper and support them? From the oldest to the youngest, none of them are worth anything..."
"What about Fifth Uncle? He is your biological son; is he not worth anything either?" Yun Ya countered.
At the ntion of Yan Nanfeng, Lu Yuke suddenly changed, murmuring: "Feng’er, how is my Feng’er?"
"I’m soone who stays true to my word. I promised to save Fifth Uncle, so I’ll try my best. I begged my master to save his life. The master is indeed the Divine Doctor; he cured Fifth Uncle with a Golden Core pill. Fifth Uncle’s health is improving day by day, and what did you leave him? A devastated ho, an uncertain future? Lu Yuke, you speak of loving this son, but your actions only push him from one pit into another."
Lu Yuke’s mind was filled with the thought of Yan Nanfeng recovering, incredulous: "Is what you’re saying true?"
Yun Ya curved her lips: "In your current state, what value is there for to lie to you?"
Lu Yuke believed Yun Ya’s words to be true and beca montarily excited, "Feng’er is truly better, but alas, I can no longer be by his side..."
Suddenly, Lu Yuke said: "Can you let see Feng’er, just once."
"Do you think it’s possible?"
Lu Yuke was silent for a mont, then suddenly said: "If you agree to let see Feng’er, I’ll tell you a secret, a secret about treasure."
Yun Ya’s eyes flickered, but the dim light made it hard to be noticed: "Treasure? Haha, do you think I’m a fool?"
Lu Yuke bit her lip and said: "Do you know Harun Prince of the late Qing Dynasty?"
Yun Ya squinted slightly, indeed it was about this.
"Of course I know him, an old prince who indulged in debauchery." Yun Ya mocked.
"Prince Harun held high power and authority, and over many years, he extracted a lot from the populace, amassing wealth that could rival a nation. He built an Imperial Tomb and placed all his treasures there as burial offerings. The treasures inside, even one would be priceless today. Don’t you feel tempted?"
"Money is nothing more than an external possession; it doesn’t co with birth or go with death. As long as it’s enough to spend, it’s fine. Too much greed will incur divine retribution. Besides, regarding such a tall tale, do you think I would believe it? Lu Xiane, do I have a foolish face?"
Seeing her disbelief, Lu Yuke couldn’t help but feel anxious: "It’s true."
"Where did you hear this from?" Yun Ya asked.
Lu Yuke hesitated.
Yun Ya laughed, "Even your fabrication isn’t coherent."
Lu Yuke bit her lip and said: "I overheard it from Mu Ziling, Yan Song’s grandmother."
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