Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 14 - It's Normal to Feel Dizzy

"Tianshu, can I kill someone?"

An abrupt question.

The voice was cold, indifferent, and calm.

As if it were a casual chat between friends.

Luo Tianshu's scalp went inexplicably numb. He lowered his voice: "Who offended you?"

This brother-in-law was truly unconventional. Where was there ever a live-in son-in-law who wanted to kill someone on his first day?

"If it's a young master from some family, I'll help you take care of him, but killing him directly won't do. There are some people that even the Luo family can't touch casually. It could lead to trouble."

Song Yan smiled slightly and shook his head:

"How could that be? I've been imprisoned in the Duke's mansion's backyard for years. Even if I wanted to have a conflict with a young master, I wouldn't have the chance. It's just an old servant woman who has signed an indenture contract."

Luo Tianshu patted his chest: "Then it doesn't matter."

Luo Tianshu's attitude revealed a cold reality: in this world, the lives of many people didn't really count as lives. Officials, nobles, and the children of titled families couldn't be killed casually, but a servant who had signed an indenture contract, if they died, they died.

As for Yang Guifang being the person arranged by Song Hongtao to monitor him? In this era that advocated for filial piety, when avenging the insult to one's mother, who would dare to say half a word against it?

Luo Tianshu was a little curious: "May I ask why?"

"When I was three years old, that old hag slapped my birth mother," Song Yan said slowly.

"In that case, then kill her. But isn't today unsuitable? Seeing blood on the wedding day is inauspicious."

"That's where you're wrong. One must see blood on the wedding day. Not seeing blood would be the real trouble... When it's your wedding day, Tianshu, do you hope to see blood or not see blood?"

Luo Tianshu was unable to help laughing:

"Naturally, one would hope to see blood. But this blood is not that blood. How can they be lumped together?"

Look at this 'car' he's 'driving'. Song Yan had reason to suspect that Luo Tianshu was also an 'old driver'. He laughed and said: "Even if the place it flows from is different, blood is blood. There's no difference."

Luo Tianshu also looked at Song Yan with new eyes. To be so shameless and lewd after being imprisoned in the Duke's mansion's backyard for years, just how filthy was this guy's character?

Simply a beast in fine clothes... he could give him a run for his money.

Perhaps it was the mutual appreciation between bastards, but he suddenly felt much closer to him.

"Do you need me to arrange for someone to take care of it?"

"No need. I want to do it myself."

After these many twists and turns, by the time the feast began, it was already past the Hour of Wu(11 am to 1 pm).

Accompanied by the three Luo brothers, Song Yan went from table to table toasting. Although it was all yellow wine and the alcohol content was not high, and he had the Luo brothers to block for him, he couldn't stand up against the sheer number of guests, and each was more enthusiastic than the last.

After a full round of toasting, Song Yan was also dizzy, his head buzzing as if it were constantly expanding.

By the time the many guests were seen off, night had already fallen.

Song Yan swayed and wobbled towards the bedroom. Seeing this, Yang Guifang glanced at the other three old servant women and immediately followed behind.

Red candles were lit in the room. It was very quiet.

The red brocade quilt covered the bed. The image he had imagined—of the bride sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her veil to be lifted—ultimately did not appear.

However, the jade Ruyi scepter for lifting the veil and the gourd that had been split open for drinking the nuptial wine were all present.

The large room exuded a bit of a chill.

Klang!

The door was kicked open without any courtesy.

Seeing Song Yan's drunken appearance, Yang Guifang was seething with anger and reprimanded him sternly:

"Song Yan, how dare you! I reminded you several times today, yet you turned a blind eye? The Duke's mansion was humiliated today, all because of you."

"Just you wait to bear the First Mistress's wrath."

So unreasonable. Was it he who forced Song Zhen to switch the marriage? Was it he who forced Yang Shi to fake the dowry?

Song Yan slowly raised his head. His eyes were cloudy, but a hint of coldness shone from their depths:

"Yang Guifang!"

Yang Guifang was stunned for a moment, then her anger intensified. Well now, he wasn't even calling her Mama Yang anymore, he actually dared to call her by her full name? He's just a good-for-nothing from the Duke's mansion. Who on earth gave him such guts? Or did this idiot really think that by marrying into the Luo family, the Song family could no longer control him?

Song Yan silently looked at Yang Guifang. He had endured for more than ten years. He really didn't want to endure it any longer.

He let out a soft breath, smelling of alcohol. Song Yan slowly spoke:

"Do you still remember, when I was three years old, you slapped my mother, and also slapped me, leaving me unable to hear for three months."

Yang Guifang frowned, as if she hadn't expected Song Yan to bring this up.

A three-year-old child's mind isn't fully developed. That bitch Mei Xue must have told him. That bitch can't even rest in peace after death.

Song Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed his ear, as if recalling the scene from that day:

"It hurt a lot..."

The plain voice wasn't mixed with much emotion, but Yang Guifang's body trembled inexplicably.

This damn bastard was acting a little off.

But what followed was even greater anger. For a good-for-nothing whom she could hit or curse whenever she pleased to actually make her feel afraid—this made Yang Guifang fly into a rage:

"So what if I hit you? You and that bitch Mei Xue deserved to be hit..."

As if to suppress the fear in her heart, Yang Guifang raised her right hand and swung it towards Song Yan's left cheek, just as she always had. Song Hongtao probably only told them to come and monitor him, and didn't tell them the detailed inside story. Otherwise, this old servant woman probably wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

As the slap flew out, Yang Guifang felt a sense of relief all over her body. The familiar feeling was back.

Not only did this old lady hit you when you were little, I'll hit you just the same now. What can a good-for-nothing like you do about it?

She was overjoyed. Seeing her palm about to hit Song Yan's face, just at that moment, Yang Guifang only felt a cold gleam flash before her eyes. Her expression froze in an instant. She could clearly feel that something had left her hand.

Before she even felt the pain, her throat moved continuously, swallowing the saliva that was rapidly building up. Her neck, as if a rusty mechanism, creaked as it lifted bit by bit to look at her right hand.

Her right hand had become bare. The four fingers, excluding the thumb, had all disappeared.

The four severed fingers were lying on the ground, still twitching neurologically.

Blood finally spurted from the wound, and the pain finally reached Yang Guifang's brain...

"Ah..."

A shrill scream erupted. The ten fingers are connected to the heart. Even Yang Guifang couldn't bear such pain. Her entire body began to convulse violently.

"Little bastard, you... you dare…”

The remaining three old servant women were also scared silly, frozen on the spot, motionless.

Song Yan, however, was playing with the dagger. As expected of something given by Luo Tianshu, it was extremely sharp. When cutting through the finger bones, it was like cutting tofu; he didn't feel the slightest resistance.

It must be steel refined a hundred times.

His indifferent gaze swept over Yang Guifang:

"The poison that harmed my mother, you were the one who administered it, right?"

Yang Guifang's face was already deathly pale, her body twitching neurologically. Her gaze towards Song Yan was full of venomous hatred. She didn't understand, it was just a trip from the Duke's mansion to the Luo family, how could it cause such a great change in a person?

Song Yan was unmoved, approaching Yang Guifang step by step. Watching the beads of blood drip from the tip of the dagger, a deep fear flashed in Yang Guifang's eyes. She finally panicked, screaming desperately like a madwoman, her body continuously retreating:

"You... you can't kill me! I am the First Mistress's wet nurse, you can't kill me..."

"So, you're afraid of death too..."

"All these years, you helped Yang Shi kill one child after another... boys, girls, and kill their mothers. I thought someone like you wouldn't be afraid of death..."

Song Yan tilted his head, seeming a bit perplexed by Yang Guifang's reaction. For someone who killed regularly to act so wretchedly was truly disappointing.

In Yang Guifang's terrified gaze, Song Yan's fingers grew larger and larger before her eyes. In the end, Song Yan was a man, and besides, Yang Guifang had her four fingers cut off from the start, so she didn't have much strength to resist. She was easily grabbed by the hair by Song Yan, who forcefully yanked her head back, completely exposing her neck.

As if knowing what would happen next, Yang Guifang's eyes looked as if they would split from their sockets. She desperately opened her mouth, but Song Yan's movements were faster. His right hand quickly swiped across Yang Guifang's neck.

Ssshhk!

The windpipe and throat were cut open.

The words that had reached her lips turned into strange gurgling sounds.

A spray of fresh blood shot out, splashing onto Song Yan's bright red wedding robes, splashing onto the three old servant women opposite him. It wasn't until this moment that the bodies of these three old servant women trembled violently, and they finally reacted. The next second:

"Murder!"

"Murder!"

"Murder!"

The three screams sounded almost simultaneously. Why does that sound so much like Sarilang...

I'm not the one buying melons.

The three old servant women simultaneously turned and frantically beat on the door behind them, wanting to flee. But when they finally managed to pull the door open, waiting outside were five or six household guards dressed in black. They directly restrained the three old servant women, even gagging their mouths.

Behind them all was Luo Tianshu, quietly watching everything.

The desire to survive made Yang Guifang's body twitch desperately, like an ugly loach writhing in Song Yan's arms.

Her open mouth sprayed out strange, bloody foam.

Indescribable sounds were still pouring from her oral cavity.

He was too repressed. He wanted to release, to vent... Of course, he would not lose his reason because of this. He would control his catharsis within a reasonable range.

Song Yan raised his free left hand and covered Yang Guifang's mouth:

"Shhh..."

"Take a deep breath. It's normal to feel dizzy.”