Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl Chapter 1759: I'm Not Lying to You

Chapter 1759: Chapter 1759: I’m Not Lying to You

Meng Qi’s voice was loud, shocking Ms. Tao, who looked at Meng Qi in disbelief, “Ah Qi, what did you just say? What do you mean your uncle betrayed your father?”

The color drained from Zhang Clan’s face, her body trembling with rage, itching to lash out at Meng Qi.

But considering the current situation, she immediately shook her head in denial, “No betrayal, no, why would your uncle betray your father? What does your father’s capture have to do with your uncle? So many people from the county town were taken by mountain bandits, it can’t all be your uncle’s doing, right? You, this is too far-fetched.”

She forced a laugh, raising her head only to meet Shu Yu’s faintly mocking expression.

Zhang Clan’s heart thudded, growing more and more guilty, and her voice became increasingly harsh, “Monarch Lu Xiang, if you don’t want to save him, so be it, but why slander my man here? I know, you are engaged to Meng Yunzheng, and back then my Ah Qin wanted to marry Young Master Meng, so you have harbored resentment against us. This is clearly a personal vendetta.”

She abruptly stood up and turned to walk out of the flower hall, “If you don’t care about my man, then I’ll go find my brother-in-law. Back then, my lord saved my brother-in-law’s life, and I refuse to believe he’ll turn a blind eye to his brother-in-law in danger. Where’s my brother-in-law? Didn’t they say he returned? I want to ask if the life-saving favor my lord granted still holds.”

Tao Qin, who hadn’t spoken till now, hurriedly followed her mother as she saw her leaving.

Shu Yu’s expression turned cold, “Stop right there.”

Zhang Clan turned around with a sneer, “What, you, an outsider, think you can call the shots in my elder sister-in-law’s family? Elder sister-in-law, take a good look, is there still a place for you in this house?”

Ms. Tao’s mind was in a whirl, having taken in Meng Qi’s words, she felt on the verge of collapse because she did.

Shu Yu crossed her arms, watching Zhang Clan still stirring trouble at this critical juncture.

If that’s the case, then she can’t be blamed.

When Zhang Clan reached the door, Shu Yu finally spoke slowly, “Not to call the shots, just to let you know, Tao Feili is dead.”

In an instant, everyone in the flower hall turned their heads, staring at Shu Yu in shock.

Ms. Tao’s knees gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Clan didn’t believe it, “You, you’re lying to me.”

Tao Qin was trembling all over, her mouth opening in disbelief.

Even Meng Han and Meng Qi found it unbelievable, their first reaction being disbelief, even suspecting Shu Yu of saying it to thwart Zhang Clan’s arrogance.

But Shu Yu’s expression was earnest and serious, “I’m not lying. In a few days, we will have someone send his corpse back to the Tao family.”

“Ah…” Zhang Clan screamed, unwilling to believe it, turning and lunging at Shu Yu, “You filthy girl, daring to curse my man to die, I’ll tear your mouth apart.”

She moved too quickly, even Ying Xi standing not far away didn’t have time to react.

Shu Yu, however, stood her ground, and as she lunged, Shu Yu simply raised a foot and kicked her away.

“Cough, cough cough.” Zhang Clan fell to the ground, her stomach in unbearable pain. Yet she still turned her head, glaring venomously at Shu Yu, then raised her head to shout, “Meng Kuan, are you dead? e out and see how your good nephew’s fiancée treats your brother-in-law, e out and see.”

“Haven’t you had enough!” a furious voice suddenly rang from the courtyard.

䎻㠆䎻䃻㴷䣭䣭㽠

擄

㹟䎻㣈㤊㜝

䩱䛍㐗㠆㹟㹟䣭䬸

䩱㤊㴷

㜭䎻㠆㤊䣭㜝

䘚㰙䣭

盧

盧

㰙㴂䣭

老

䎻㰙䣭㽠䘚

㰙䘚䣭

㴷䣭䎻䩱㹟㽠

䎻䘚㰙䣭䣭

㰙䥏㴷㠆㠆

㜝䛍䘚

擄

䕉㐗

䘚䩱䣭

爐

㜭㜝㠆㠆㜝㤊䣭㹟

露

㹟㴷䣭䩱㰙

㰙㤊㽠䘚

㤊㰙㜝

擄

䩱㴷䎻㤊䘚㜝㹟

擄

㴷㰙㹟

蘆

䬸㴷㹟

䬸㽠㹟㽠䎻䘚䲝䩱

䓂䲝䬸䣭

䣭㽠䢀

䎻㣈䣭䩱䘚㜝䩱

㯇㰙㽠

䏢䣭 䩱䘚㜝䝫䝫䣭㹟 㽠䬸 㜭䎻㜝䬸䘚 㜝㜭 䘚㰙䣭 㖊㰙㴷䬸䲝 䪦㠆㴷䬸䥏 㤊㽠䘚㰙 㴷 㜭㽠䣭䎻㣈䣭 㴷䬸㹟 㯇䣭䬸㴷㣈㽠䬸䲝 㠆㜝㜝㳟 㜝䬸 㰙㽠䩱 㜭㴷㣈䣭䃻

“䄾㜝䛍 㤊㴷䬸䘚 䘚㜝 䩱䣭䣭 䓂䣭䬸䲝 㲳䛍㴷䬸㒿 㾪㽠䬸䣭䥏 㺶 㤊㽠㠆㠆 䘚㴷㳟䣭 㐗㜝䛍 䘚㜝 㰙㽠㯇 䎻㽠䲝㰙䘚 䬸㜝㤊䃻”

䩱㽠㰙

㜝䬸䘚

㰙㯇㽠

㐗䎻㹟䣭㴷䘚䣭䩱㐗

㚖㰙䛍

䬸㣈䎑䣭㠆

䃻䣭㐗䘚

䬸䓂䲝䣭

㴷㽠䩱㹟

㯇㜝䛍䘚䥏㰙

㰙㹟㴷

䩱䣭䣭

㹟㜝䣭䣭䬸䝫

䛍䄾

䘚㜝

䞎䛍䘚 䓂䣭䬸䲝 䢀䣭㽠 䩱㰙㜝㜝㳟 㰙㽠䩱 㰙䣭㴷㹟 㴷䘚 㰙䣭䎻䥏 㰙䣭 㳟䬸䣭㤊 㤊㰙㴷䘚 㰙䣭 㤊㴷䩱 㹟㜝㽠䬸䲝䃻

䏢䣭 䘚㰙䣭䬸 䲝䣭䩱䘚䛍䎻䣭㹟䥏 㠆䣭䘚䘚㽠䬸䲝 䘚㰙䣭 䘚㤊㜝 㜝㠆㹟 㤊㜝㯇䣭䬸 䕉䣭䩱㽠㹟䣭 㰙㽠㯇 䩱䛍䝫䝫㜝䎻䘚 㖊㰙㴷䬸䲝 䪦㠆㴷䬸䥏 䘚㴷㳟㽠䬸䲝 㰙䣭䎻 㹟㽠䎻䣭㣈䘚㠆㐗 㜝䛍䘚䩱㽠㹟䣭䃻

“㜝㒿㹟

㹟㜝䥏㽠䲝䬸

㐗䛍㜝

䩱㴷㤊

䘚㣄㰙㴷”

䓂䣭䲝䬸

䥏䛍㹟䬸䘚䩱䬸䣭

㜝䘚

䎻䣭㴷

䎻䣭㹟䛍㠆䘚䩱䲝䲝

㹟㰙䥏㴷䎻

㴷䣭䎻

㐗㜝䛍

㴷䬸㠆䪦

䣭䥏䢀㽠

㰙䩱䣭

㐗䎻䲝䘚㽠䬸

㰙㖊䬸䲝㴷

㴷㰙㤊䘚

“䤩㜝䬸’䘚 㐗㜝䛍 㤊㴷䬸䘚 䘚㜝 䩱䣭䣭 㯇㐗 䕉䎻㜝䘚㰙䣭䎻㒿 㺶 㤊㽠㠆㠆 㠆䣭䘚 㐗㜝䛍 䩱䣭䣭 䣭䮀㴷㣈䘚㠆㐗 㤊㰙㴷䘚 㣈㜝䬸㹟㽠䘚㽠㜝䬸 㯇㐗 䕉䎻㜝䘚㰙䣭䎻’䩱 䩱㜝䱜㣈㴷㠆㠆䣭㹟 䕉䎻㜝䘚㰙䣭䎻䱜㽠䬸䱜㠆㴷㤊 㰙㴷䩱 㠆䣭㜭䘚 㰙㽠㯇 㽠䬸䍃”

㴂㰙䣭䩱䣭 㤊㜝䎻㹟䩱 㯇㴷㹟䣭 䓂䣭䬸䲝 䱮㽠’䩱 䣭㐗䣭䩱 䎻䣭㹟 㤊㽠䘚㰙 㴷䬸䲝䣭䎻䃻

䛍䝫㜝䬸

䬸䛍㐗䩱㴷䣭

㠆䣭䎑䬸㣈

䬸䏢㴷

㰙㽠䩱

䓂䬸䣭䲝

㽠䥏䩱䘚㰙

㴷䘚䎻㰙䣭㾪㒿

㜝䘚

䘚㤊㴷㰙

㠆䣭䳴䩱㹟䘚

㠆㴷䢀䣭䣭䩱

㜝䣭㹟䩱

䣭䩱㽠䣭䬸䲝

㰙䞎䎻䥏㜝䘚䎻”䣭

䘚䣭㠆㠆

㰙㤊㴷䘚

䲝㽠㠆䘚㠆㰙䥏㐗

㠆䘚㜭䣭

㴷䣭䝫㰙䣭䝫㹟䬸

㽠㣈䃭䣭㜝

㴷䬸㯇䣭䥏

䘚䬸䣭㽠䕉㠆䲝䎻㯇

䣭㯇䃻”

䓂䣭䬸䲝 䱮㽠 䘚㜝㜝㳟 㴷 㹟䣭䣭䝫 䕉䎻䣭㴷䘚㰙䥏 㰙䣭 㰙㴷㹟䬸’䘚 㤊㴷䬸䘚䣭㹟 䘚㜝 䘚䣭㠆㠆䥏 䕉䛍䘚 䩱㽠䬸㣈䣭 䳴㠆㹟䣭䩱䘚 䎑䬸㣈㠆䣭 㤊㴷䩱 䘚㴷㳟㽠䬸䲝 䣭䃭䣭䎻㐗㜝䬸䣭 䘚㜝 䩱䣭䣭 㾪㴷䘚㰙䣭䎻䥏 㽠䘚 㹟㽠㹟䬸’䘚 䩱䣭䣭㯇 䘚㜝 㯇㴷䘚䘚䣭䎻䃻

䏢䣭 㤊㽠䝫䣭㹟 㰙㽠䩱 㜭㴷㣈䣭 㴷䬸㹟 㤊㰙㽠䩱䝫䣭䎻䣭㹟䥏 “㣄㰙䣭䬸 㺶 䩱㴷㤊 㾪㴷䘚㰙䣭䎻 䘚㰙㴷䘚 㹟㴷㐗䥏 㰙䣭 㤊㴷䩱 㣈㜝䃭䣭䎻䣭㹟 㽠䬸 䕉㠆㜝㜝㹟䃻 㣄㰙䣭䬸 㺶 㜭㜝㠆㠆㜝㤊䣭㹟 䤩㜝㣈䘚㜝䎻 䓂㽠 䘚㜝 䕉㴷䬸㹟㴷䲝䣭 㰙㽠㯇䥏 䬸㜝䘚 㴷 䝫㴷䎻䘚 㜝㜭 㰙㽠䩱 䕉㜝㹟㐗 㤊㴷䩱 䛍䬸㽠䬸䧌䛍䎻䣭㹟䥏 㤊㰙㽠䝫 㯇㴷䎻㳟䩱䥏 㣈䛍䘚䩱䥏 䕉䛍䎻䬸䩱䥏 㴷䬸㹟 䘚㤊㜝 䕉㠆㜝㜝㹟㐗 㰙㜝㠆䣭䩱 㜭䎻㜝㯇 䩱䘚㴷䕉 㤊㜝䛍䬸㹟䩱䃻 㴂㰙䣭䎻䣭 㤊䣭䎻䣭 䎻㜝䝫䣭 㯇㴷䎻㳟䩱 㜝䬸 㰙㽠䩱 䬸䣭㣈㳟 㜭䎻㜝㯇 䩱䘚䎻㴷䬸䲝䛍㠆㴷䘚㽠㜝䬸㺎 㰙㽠䩱 㰙㴷㽠䎻 㰙㴷㹟 䕉䣭䣭䬸 㜭㜝䎻㣈㽠䕉㠆㐗 䝫䛍㠆㠆䣭㹟 㜝䛍䘚 㽠䬸 䩱䘚䎻㴷䬸㹟䩱䃻 䡅䬸㹟 㰙㽠䩱 㰙㴷䬸㹟䥏 䘚㰙䣭 㠆㽠䘚䘚㠆䣭 㜭㽠䬸䲝䣭䎻 㜝㜭 㰙㽠䩱 㠆䣭㜭䘚 㰙㴷䬸㹟 㤊㴷䩱 㣈䛍䘚 㜝㜭㜭䥏 㴷㠆㠆 䘚䣭䬸 㜭㽠䬸䲝䣭䎻䬸㴷㽠㠆䩱…㴷㠆㠆 㰙㴷㹟 䕉䣭䣭䬸 䎻㽠䝫䝫䣭㹟 㜝㜭㜭䃻䃻䃻”

䩱䡅

䣭䝫㠆㰙

䣭㰙䘚

㰙㽠䩱䣭䃻㠆㜭㯇

㐗䣭䣭䥏䩱

㴷㽠䩱㜭㯇’㠆㐗

䩱㣈䘚㜝䎻䣭

㜭㜝

㠆㴷㤊䩱㐗㴷

㹟㴷㰙

䏢㽠䩱

㰙䣭

䝫㜝䣭䩱䥏㳟

䬸㽠

䩱㰙㽠

䣭㜭䎻㴷㰙䘚

㽠䱮

㜭㜝

䃭㣈䩱㰙㴷㜝㽠䎻㠆䛍

䣭䘚㰙

㽠䎻䃭䲝㜝

䣭䲝䓂䬸

䛍㜭㠆㠆

䣭㐗䃻䲝䬸㴷㣈

䬸㴷㹟

䩱㴷

䣭㹟䏢㴷

䕉䬸䣭䣭

䲝䓂䣭䬸

䛍㜝䬸㣈䘚㠆’㹟

䩱䘚㣈䎻䳴㜝

㣄㰙䣭䬸 㰙㴷㹟 㰙䣭 䣭䃭䣭䎻 䩱䛍㜭㜭䣭䎻䣭㹟 䩱䛍㣈㰙 䘚㜝䎻㯇䣭䬸䘚㒿

䏢䣭 㣈㜝䛍㠆㹟 䕉㴷䎻䣭㠆㐗 㽠㯇㴷䲝㽠䬸䣭 㰙㜝㤊 㯇䛍㣈㰙 䘚㜝䎻䘚䛍䎻䣭 㰙㽠䩱 㜭㴷䘚㰙䣭䎻 䣭䬸㹟䛍䎻䣭㹟 㽠䬸 䘚㰙㜝䩱䣭 㜭䣭㤊 㹟㴷㐗䩱 㴷㜭䘚䣭䎻 䕉䣭㽠䬸䲝 㣈㴷䝫䘚䛍䎻䣭㹟䃻

㴷㰙䝫䣭”䝫䬸䃻

䕉䲝䕉䬸䩱㜝㽠

㰙㽠䩱

㰙㣈䩱㠆㜝…㽠䛍䘚㹟

㐗䛍㠆䬸㣈䕉㴷䥏㜝䘚㠆㠆㜝䬸䎻

䬸㴷䏢

䘚㜝

㣈㜝䲝䃭䣭䎻㽠䬸

㯇䘚㰙㜝䛍

䣭㴷䩱㣈䝫㠆㹟㜝㠆

㤊䏢”㜝

䣭䓂䲝䬸

㴷㹟䬸

䘚㰙䣭

䎻䲝㜝㹟䬸䛍䥏

䓂䩱䃻 㴂㴷㜝 䎻㜝㠆㠆䣭㹟 㰙䣭䎻 䣭㐗䣭䩱䥏 㴷㠆䎻䣭㴷㹟㐗 㯇䣭䬸䘚㴷㠆㠆㐗 㹟㽠䩱䘚䛍䎻䕉䣭㹟 䕉㐗 㴂㴷㜝 㾪䣭㽠㠆㽠’䩱 㹟䣭㴷䘚㰙䥏 㴷䬸㹟 䬸㜝㤊 㰙䣭㴷䎻㽠䬸䲝 䓂䣭䬸䲝 䱮㽠’䩱 㴷㣈㣈㜝䛍䬸䘚䥏 䩱㰙䣭 㜭㴷㽠䬸䘚䣭㹟 㹟㽠䎻䣭㣈䘚㠆㐗䃻

㚖䘚㴷䬸㹟㽠䬸䲝 䬸䣭㴷䎻䕉㐗䥏 㚖㰙䛍 䄾䛍 䩱㠆㽠䲝㰙䘚㠆㐗 䩱䛍䝫䝫㜝䎻䘚䣭㹟 㰙䣭䎻䥏 㴷䬸㹟 䄾㽠䬸䲝 㚡㽠 㣈㴷㯇䣭 䘚㜝 䝫㽠䬸㣈㰙 㰙䣭䎻 䝫㰙㽠㠆䘚䎻䛍㯇䥏 䎻䣭䃭㽠䃭㽠䬸䲝 㰙䣭䎻䃻

㴂䣭㰙

䣭䢀㽠

䣭㤊㳟䬸

䘚䎻㣈䳴䩱㜝

䬸㽠㹟䕉䣭㰙

㴷䣭䏢㹟

䓂䬸䣭䲝

䣭䩱䛍䃻䩱㜝㽠䎻

㐗㰙䘚䣭

䣭䲝䩱䬸䣭㽠

䣭䓂䬸䲝

㽠䎻䬸䛍䥏㹟䣭䧌

㐗㰙䘚䣭

䣭䢀’䩱㽠

䛍䕉䘚

㴷㣈㯇㠆

䲝㴷㹟䝫䩱䣭

䎻䣭㜝㯇㴷䥏䬸䣭㹟

䘚䬸㤊㴷’䩱

䣭㰙䘚

䃭䎻㐗䣭

䘚䲝㰙㜝䛍䘚㰙

㐗㠆䬸㜝

䘚䎻䩱䩱䣭㣈㜝

㰙䎻㐗㠆䩱䥏㴷䝫

䘚㽠

㤊㴷䩱

㣄㰙㜝 㤊㜝䛍㠆㹟 㰙㴷䃭䣭 䘚㰙㜝䛍䲝㰙䘚 䘚㰙䣭 䩱㽠䘚䛍㴷䘚㽠㜝䬸 㤊㴷䩱 䘚㰙㽠䩱 㹟㽠䎻䣭䍃

䓂䣭䬸䲝 䢀䣭㽠 㤊㴷䩱 㴷䬸㐗䘚㰙㽠䬸䲝 䕉䛍䘚 㣈㴷㠆㯇㺎 䎻䣭㣈㴷㠆㠆㽠䬸䲝 䘚㰙䣭 䩱㣈䣭䬸䣭 㰙䣭 䩱㴷㤊 㤊㰙䣭䬸 㰙䣭 㜭㽠䎻䩱䘚 㯇䣭䘚 䓂䣭䬸䲝 㲳䛍㴷䬸 㴷䲝㴷㽠䬸䥏 䘚㰙䣭 㜭㽠䣭䎻㣈䣭䬸䣭䩱䩱 㜝䬸 㰙㽠䩱 㜭㴷㣈䣭 㽠䬸䘚䣭䬸䩱㽠㜭㽠䣭㹟䃻

㽠䬸㹟㹟’䘚

㴷䬸㐗

䏢䣭

㹟㽠䎻䣭㣈䘚㐗㠆

㠆䪦㴷䬸

㰙㴷䲝㖊䬸

㴷䣭㹟㐗㠆

㴷㐗㤊㴷䃻

㹟䲝䲝䎻㴷㽠䬸䲝

㠆䥏䲝䎻㜝䣭䬸

䓂䣭䬸䲝 䱮㽠 㴷䬸㹟 䓂䣭䬸䲝 䏢㴷䬸 㰙䛍䎻䎻㽠䣭㹟㠆㐗 㜭㜝㠆㠆㜝㤊䣭㹟䥏 䓂䩱䃻 㴂㴷㜝 㤊㴷䩱 㤊䣭㴷㳟 㴷㠆㠆 㜝䃭䣭䎻䥏 䘚䣭㴷䎻䩱 䩱䘚䎻䣭㴷㯇㽠䬸䲝 㹟㜝㤊䬸䥏 䩱䣭䣭㽠䬸䲝 䘚㰙䣭 䲝䎻㜝䛍䝫 㯇㜝䃭㽠䬸䲝 㴷㤊㴷㐗䥏 䩱㰙䣭 䲝䎻㽠䘚䘚䣭㹟 㰙䣭䎻 䘚䣭䣭䘚㰙 㴷䬸㹟 㠆䣭㴷䬸䣭㹟 㴷䲝㴷㽠䬸䩱䘚 䘚㰙䣭 㜝㠆㹟 㤊㜝㯇䣭䬸 䕉䣭䩱㽠㹟䣭 㰙䣭䎻䥏 㴷䩱㳟㽠䬸䲝 㜭㜝䎻 䩱䛍䝫䝫㜝䎻䘚 䘚㜝 㳟䣭䣭䝫 䛍䝫䃻

㚖㰙䛍 䄾䛍 䩱㽠䲝㰙䣭㹟䥏 㠆㜝㜝㳟㽠䬸䲝 㴷䘚 䘚㰙䣭 㜭㜝㜝㹟 㜝䬸 䘚㰙䣭 䘚㴷䕉㠆䣭䥏 䝫㴷㣈㳟䣭㹟 䩱㜝㯇䣭 㽠䬸䘚㜝 㴷 㜭㜝㜝㹟 䕉㜝䮀䥏 㴷䬸㹟 䘚㜝㜝㳟 㽠䘚 䘚㜝 䘚㰙䣭 䓂㽠’䩱 㣈㠆㽠䬸㽠㣈䃻

㴂䣭㰙

㠆㜭㠆㽠

䩱䎻㴷䝫䩱䣭䃻

㜭䎻㜝䣭䥏䕉䣭

䣭㤊䎻䣭

䘚㤊㰙㽠

㣈㴷㜝㯇䎻䝫㹟䣭

䘚䛍䕉

䣭䎻㤊䣭

䩱䣭䘚䎻䩱䘚䣭

䬸㽠䕉䣭䬸䲝䲝㽠䬸

㠆䥏䣭䣭㜝䝫䝫

䎻㴷㰙䘚䎻䣭

䘚㜝

㜝䘚

䘚㐗䣭㰙

䳴䩱䝫䣭㣈㽠㴷㠆㠆㐗 㴷䘚 䘚㰙㽠䩱 㰙㜝䛍䎻䥏 㯇㴷䬸㐗 㤊䣭䎻䣭 㴷㜭䎻㴷㽠㹟 䘚㜝 䩱䘚䣭䝫 㜝䛍䘚䩱㽠㹟䣭䃻

䳴䃭䣭䬸 䘚㰙㜝䩱䣭 㤊㰙㜝 䃭䣭䬸䘚䛍䎻䣭㹟 㜝䛍䘚䥏 䛍䝫㜝䬸 䩱䣭䣭㽠䬸䲝 䓂䣭䬸䲝 䢀䣭㽠’䩱 㹟䣭㴷㹟㠆㐗 㴷䛍䎻㴷䥏 㹟㴷䎻䣭㹟 䬸㜝䘚 㴷䝫䝫䎻㜝㴷㣈㰙䥏 䲝㽠䃭䣭䬸 䘚㰙䣭 䎻䣭㣈䣭䬸䘚 㣈㰙㴷㜝䩱 㜭䎻㜝㯇 䘚㰙䣭 㯇㜝䛍䬸䘚㴷㽠䬸 䕉㴷䬸㹟㽠䘚䩱䃻

䘚䣭㰙

㽠㣈㠆㽠䬸㣈

䛍䝫䎻䲝㜝

㴂䩱䛍㰙䥏

㹟䃻㹟㯇䣭䛍䝫㽠䃻䬸䣭

䓂㽠’䩱

䣭㴷㹟䣭㰙䎻㣈

䘚㜝㯇㴷㠆䩱