Chapter 2: Starting with a bombshell revelation

The old man froze, unable to move.

Small yellow flowers?

This was his childhood nickname, given to him by his great-grandmother.

He was overjoyed and bragged to his father for a long time, saying that his great-grandmother had given him a nickname and that no one else was allowed to call him that except his great-grandmother...

However, this happened hundreds of years ago, and no one in the Shan family knew about it. Shanxi, who had been raised outside the family for more than ten years, was even less likely to know.

"You...you..." The old man's voice trembled, his wide eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Call her Great-Grandma!" Shanxi gave him a disgruntled look.

The old man's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down: "This...this..."

Granddaughter suddenly becomes great-grandmother?

The old man simply couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Shanxi calmly raise her hand and gently wave it. The dragon-beating whip, which was being devoutly worshipped along with the ancestral plaque, fell into her hand with a "whoosh" like lightning.

With a deafening crack, the whip pierced the sky, as if it were tearing a hole in the heavens.

The sound of the whip, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred up a thousand waves throughout the entire Shan family.

Every inch of the land and every house in the Shan family seemed to be struck hard by this powerful force, trembling slightly.

The crowd waiting outside the ancestral hall was also startled by the sound of the whip, and they all widened their eyes and turned their gazes toward the ancestral hall.

“Miss Shanxi is really too ignorant. She has angered the old master and may have to resort to family discipline.”

"That's a dragon-slaying whip! One lash and even the old master would be unable to withstand it, let alone Miss Shanxi."

"Miss Shanxi has gotten herself into big trouble this time!"

Listening to the discussions around them, Shanxi's biological father and the fake daughter guarding outside the ancestral hall smiled smugly.

So what if that fool hid in the ancestral hall?

With just a few words of instigation, the old man became their weapon, allowing them to eliminate Shanxi and escape unscathed—a double win!

However, contrary to what everyone outside thought.

Inside the ancestral hall, the old man knelt down without hesitation with a "thump".

"Great-Grandma!" The old man cried out, reaching for Shanxi's trouser leg as he did so.

"Grandma, I've missed you so much! I miss you so much!" The old man hugged Shanxi's trouser leg and cried his heart out!

The once dignified old patriarch of the Shan family was now weeping like an abandoned stray cat at Shanxi's feet.

"He's already seventy or eighty years old, why is he still crying like a cat?" Shanxi's lips curled into a disgusted smile, but she still took out her embroidered handkerchief to wipe the old man's tears.

The old man smelled the familiar scent on the handkerchief, and his eyes welled up even more. He grinned like a child who had just received candy: "Grandma's handkerchief still smells so good!"

“Little Yellow Flower,” Shanxi suddenly poked the old man’s forehead, raised her eyebrows, and a hint of slyness flashed in the corner of her eyes, “Let me test you—what is the first line of our Shan family’s ancestral precepts?”

Upon hearing this, the old man smiled excitedly: "I know this question well!"

The old man stood ramrod straight and recited in a clear voice: "The ancestral precepts of our virtuous family: What is valued in a father is kindness; what is valued in a son is filial piety..."

"But Little Yellow Flower, have you been kind to Shanxi?" Shanxi asked coldly, her words like a sharp blade piercing straight at him.

The old man was taken aback, and then looked somewhat bewildered: "Grandma, although Shanxi is not talented, our Shan family is large and wealthy, so we will treat her like a young lady and raise her as a child."

"Oh?" Shanxi listened with a calm and composed expression.

She slowly rolled up her sleeves, revealing the original owner's scarred and battered state.

New and old wounds piled up together, and next to the newly formed scabs, another glaring bloodstain appeared, layer upon layer, shocking to the eye.

The old man looked at the new and old wounds, his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, his whole body froze instantly, his eyes filled with shock and heartache.

"How...how could this be?" He stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with disbelief and panic.

His granddaughter was injured like this right under his nose?

"Who! Who did this! How dare they lay a hand on my granddaughter!" The old man was furious, his chest heaving violently!

Although Shanxi is a good-for-nothing, she is still his own granddaughter!

Even tigers don't eat their cubs, let alone his own grandfather who is so fond of his grandchildren!

Just as the old man was furious, a hypocritical pleading voice came from outside the ancestral hall: "Old man, please calm down. Although Shanxi has made a mistake, she is still your own granddaughter. Please be lenient!"

Upon hearing this sound, the original owner's heart involuntarily clenched, as if a needle had pierced deep into his heart, causing a suffocating pain!

Sun-hee then remembered the two people outside.

She lightly flicked away imaginary dust from her chest, a gesture both elegant and composed: "Let's go, let's scare those two utterly hypocritical father and daughter!"

If that son-in-law and the fake heiress were to see the living Shanxi in front of them, they would probably be so frightened that they would lose their souls!

hypocritical?

The old man was somewhat puzzled, but being perceptive, he didn't say much. He simply followed obediently behind Shanxi, like a dutiful little follower.

With a creak, the ancestral hall door slowly opened from the inside.

Standing outside, Shan Mingyuan and Shan Yurou couldn't help but smile, their smiles impossible to suppress.

However, instead of emerging horizontally, Shanxi walked out unharmed.

She moved with light steps and radiant spirits, showing no signs of injury whatsoever, and exuding an indescribable vitality!

How...how is this possible?

Shan Mingyuan and Shan Yurou's pupils shrank suddenly, their eyes filled with disbelief!

"You...you..." Shan Yurou covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes filled with disbelief!

Shan Mingyuan looked sharply at her chest and saw that the clothes that should have been pierced by the arrow were completely intact, without the slightest trace of tear.

Shan Mingyuan staggered and took two steps back!

Could it be that all of this was just a dream?

"You must be very disappointed to see that I'm still alive," Sun-hee said with a slight smile.

These words instantly brought Shan Mingyuan back to reality!

It's not a dream!

Damn it!

It's actually true!

That vile woman, Sun-hee, she's still alive!

"Father!" Shan Yurou's voice trembled as she nervously tugged at Shan Mingyuan's sleeve.

She couldn't understand how Shanxi could still be standing there alive when she should have been dead.

Seeing the profound energy hidden in Shan Mingyuan's sleeve, ready to strike him at any moment, Shanxi's smile grew even wider: "Good father, you can't kill me once, do you want to kill me a second time?"

These words caused an uproar among the surrounding crowd!

What?

The master actually wants to kill the young lady?

As she spoke, Shanxi looked at Shanyurou, a cruel and eerie smile curling at the corner of her lips, and said in a sinister tone, "My dear half-sister, have you missed me?"

These two sentences exploded like a thunderclap, without any warning!

Before Shan Mingyuan could even stop her, Shanxi had already revealed his and Shan Yurou's secret to the public.