Chapter 441 Jiang Yi is mighty

Zhou Fu shuddered all over, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Yes... yes, yes! Fifth Young Madam... please, please come this way! Please come this way!" He almost rolled and crawled sideways to lead the way, his voice trembling.

The servants who had gathered at the door, waiting to see the bride make a fool of herself, were now even more silent. They shrank their necks, burying their heads in their chests, not daring to breathe, and kept away from her.

"Let's go." Jiang Yi looked at the Fifth Young Master with a smile on his face.

The Fifth Young Master looked embarrassed and whispered, "I'm really sorry for putting you in such a difficult position."

"I'm sorry for wronging you." Jiang Yi said, "I don't know how you've endured it all these years. Don't worry, it won't happen again. I'm here."

Yun Ting, who had just been arguing with someone like a fighting cock, was now laughing uncontrollably and whispering with Xiao Yan.

"My dear husband, now I've found a backer, hahahaha..."

He felt that these two people were a perfect match.

When everyone went to the main hall, they found that nothing was arranged.

There was no red-carpeted incense table, no hanging wedding characters, no burning red candles, no fruits or snacks symbolizing good luck and good fortune… nothing at all! Only a bare bluestone floor, reflecting the cold sunlight.

The eldest lady was wearing an elegant crimson brocade robe with a pattern of longevity and good fortune, and her hair was adorned with pearls and jade. A hint of sarcasm appeared on her well-maintained face.

She just stood at the entrance of the main hall, followed by servants who were watching the fun.

The Fifth Young Master also saw the dazzling emptiness. His body shook almost imperceptibly, his face turned pale as paper in an instant, and the knuckles of his clenched fists made a slight "crackling" sound.

The last bit of composure he had managed to maintain was crumbling in the face of this blatant humiliation.

He was used to such embarrassment, but he caused Jiang Yi to be humiliated.

Jiang Yi was such a proud person.

Jiang Yi hooked his hand under his sleeve and said softly, "Sir, why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?"

She can deal with all these monsters in the backyard.

The man she likes is of high character, talented, and has a global vision.

He has his battlefield.

This backyard is not worthy.

"Tsk! A wedding hall? Fifth brother, oh no, now he's from the fourth house... the fifth young master," a dandy from a side branch glanced at Zhou Xiaoyao and spoke in a drunken drawl. His voice was not loud, but loud enough for people nearby to hear clearly, "Fourth house? Hey! The grass in that yard is taller than a person, and there's not even anyone to sweep the floor. What's that wedding hall? You want to get married? Look, there's a spacious space over there. Just kowtow to the heavens! Hahaha..."

Several of his friends around him also let out low, malicious laughter.

"No problem."

Jiang Yi spoke, his voice was not loud, and even had a strange calmness.

She jerked the wrist holding the dagger, and the dagger, shining with cold light, flew out of her hand with a sharp sound that broke through the air.

“Duk-!”

With a dull and heart-pounding sound, the dagger was nailed into the bluestone slab half a foot away from the eldest lady's feet with incredible precision.

The sword body sank deep into the crevice of the stone, leaving only the hilt with lotus pattern trembling endlessly and emitting a low humming sound.

The sword tip was only a millimeter away from the eldest lady's pair of cloud-head shoes.

"Ah——!" The calm fake smile on the eldest lady's face collapsed in an instant. She let out a short and sharp scream and her body suddenly leaned back. If her trusted nanny next to her had not been quick to catch her, she would have almost fallen off the chair.

The entire courtyard fell into dead silence again, even worse than just now at the side door.

Even the sound of breathing seemed to disappear, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Jiang Yi.

How dare she... How dare she draw her sword against her stepmother in public?!

Jiang Yi sneered, "If anyone dares to act like a jerk in front of me, don't blame me for drawing my sword on her! Come on, go! Kick the door of the warehouse open!"

"Yes!" Her maid didn't hesitate at all. She rolled up her sleeves and called a few strong women from the Jiang family who were also furious, and rushed over aggressively.

The servants of Zhou Mansion wanted to stop them, but they were glared at by those strong women. Then they saw Jiang Yi's cold eyes and immediately shrank back in fear.

"Go and clean up the courtyard of the fourth room for me. If you need anything, take it from the warehouse." Jiang Yi said coldly.

Isn’t it just that there is no wedding hall?

It doesn’t matter, just do it yourself and you will have enough food and clothing.

Yun Ting really enjoyed this kind of excitement. The guards who had gone out to escort the Jiang family's bride also rushed in, "Hurry, hurry, your girl is going to be bullied."

Like bandits, the crowd carried out the eight-immortal table, armchair, and table from the warehouse... and also turned out the big red palace lantern.

Jiang Yi seemed to think it was not enough.

Her gaze fell sharply on a large rosewood carved screen.

The screen is inlaid with precious jade and carved with intricate landscape patterns. It is exactly what Mrs. Zhou treasures most and what she often shows off to guests!

She strode over, and in the eyes of the eldest lady who suddenly became terrified, and as everyone gasped, she bent down and grabbed the edge of the heavy and luxurious rosewood screen with both hands.

"You...you dare!" Mrs. Zhou finally found her voice, which became sharp and out of tune, filled with heart-wrenching fear.

Jiang Yi turned a deaf ear.

She exerted strength from her waist and back, and with a low shout, she lifted the huge screen above her head.

Then, under the focus of countless horrified gazes, she turned around abruptly and slammed the newly set mahogany eight-immortals table in the middle of the open space!

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang that shook the earth!

Under the absolute force, the precious red sandalwood was shattered into pieces like a fragile dead branch, with fragments, jade chips, and broken carved wood pieces flying everywhere!

Amidst the smoke and dust, Jiang Yi bent down and quickly picked up the two largest and relatively flat rosewood boards from the pile of expensive ruins.

She walked towards the open space again, holding a plank in each hand, and walked to the center of the makeshift "wedding hall." She placed two planks side by side in front of the mahogany table, which served as an incense table.

Then she pulled out the dagger that was nailed to the lady's feet.

Jiang Yi held the sword with both hands, took a deep breath, and faced the largest rosewood board in his left hand with his wrist flying, and the sword moved like a dragon.

The sharp tip of the sword penetrated deeply into the hard and precious rosewood, and wood chips flew like snowflakes.

A huge "囍" character with rough strokes and strong force that penetrated the back of the wood suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Good, good handwriting." The people she brought praised it.

Jiang Yi's wrist did not stop, and the tip of the sword turned, and on another piece of rosewood board, he carved an equally huge and majestic "囍" character!

"Now, there is a happy hall." Her voice was clear and calm, yet it carried a sharpness that could cut through everything.

When the eldest lady saw this, her eyes went dark and she fainted.