"Uncle, where are you going? Come out, everyone."

Mo Zichen walked out from behind the screen, and then the door of another room connected to the bedroom was opened. People who had been discussing matters in the ancestral hall earlier came out one by one, and there were even some ancestors from other branches.

"You! You! How are you alright?"

"Uncle is still very surprised! It's alright, it's just that my nephew is very lucky. Even though Uncle tried to poison me multiple times and spent money to hire assassins, my nephew was still safe and sound. In fact, the poison was cured and my tuberculosis was cured. Isn't that infuriating?"

Mo Yu coughed up a mouthful of blood...

"You! When the manor lord sent us, we didn't believe it. We never expected you to be so treacherous and ambitious, daring to even kill the manor lord."

An elderly man, who looked to be nearly a hundred years old and had gray hair, scolded Mo Yu with a look of disappointment and frustration.

"Hahaha... I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing. For so many years, I've toiled tirelessly for Beiming Manor. What aspect of your lives, from food and clothing to daily necessities, didn't you all take advantage of his misfortune? Now you dare to criticize me? You have no right to! Since you all know, what harm is there in telling you? I not only poisoned him, but I also killed his parents and my second brother's wife. When they died, it was a truly tragic scene, with them constantly calling out 'Chen'er, Chen'er.' Mo Zichen, if I didn't lack the Beiming Decree, would I have allowed you to live until today, to humiliate me like this?"

Mo Zichen clenched his fist tightly, then relaxed it after a moment, as if he had let it go.

"Everyone has heard it, right? Mo Yu harmed his direct descendants. According to the clan rules, he should be punished accordingly. I don't need to say anything more."

"We have no objection to let the manor lord do as he pleases."

"Hmph! Mo Zichen, you think you can get rid of me? Dream on! So what if you weren't poisoned? Today I will kill you. Beiming Manor will be mine! Attack!"

Before he could finish speaking, the guards beside Mo Yu fell to the ground one after another. His pupils suddenly contracted violently, and he kicked the fallen guards with trembling hands.

"Get up right now!"

"Don't waste your energy. If you can wake up Jing Zhan with his sleeping potion, you'll be wasting your reputation as a divine doctor. Qianfeng, take Mo Yu away and lock him in the dungeon. No one is allowed to visit him."

"Yes, Master."

"Master, what about us? What about that sleeping potion from earlier?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd raised the question: "After seeing the people lying on the ground, who had fallen silently, will the manor owner use this as an excuse to settle scores with them?" Everyone panicked instantly.

"The tea you just drank is the antidote."

These people have demonstrated selfishness to the fullest extent.

"Thank you all for coming to witness today. I can forgive what you all did before, but I'm afraid I can't return the money that Mo Yu embezzled. After all, he is addicted to gambling and has lost everything. Beiming Manor is now empty."

Upon hearing this, everyone realized that this was exactly the same operation as Mo Yu's. They wondered if this time they would lose both their money and their army, and end up losing even more money.

"Rest assured, everyone. I am not a greedy person like Mo Yu. However, the monthly salary from now on will be less than when my father was alive. How about 50% of the previous monthly salary? Of course, the annual bonus will not be less for everyone. It will also be 50% of what my father did when he was alive. What do you all think?"

Something is better than nothing, at least it's much more than what Mo Yu gave when he was in charge. "Thank you for your consideration, Master."

"Since there are no objections, and it's getting late, and there aren't any rooms available in the manor, I won't keep you any longer. Please head back now."

Such a large estate, and you say there isn't a single room? Besides, it's so late, why don't you offer them a place to stay for the night?

"Master, we take our leave!"

Although Mo Yu was addicted to gambling, that was a 70% return, which he couldn't possibly lose even if he gambled his whole life. It was just that Mo Zichen didn't want to give it to them.

Beiming Manor belongs to Yan An, how can we let those people benefit from it! For so many years, they have followed Mo Yu's lead without question, it's time for them to pay the price.

After these people left, Peng Liang said, "Deal with these people."

"Master, I have been locked in the dungeon by Mo Yu."

"I'll go see him."

"Master, he's right here."

"Uncle, you said you killed my parents and poisoned me. How can I possibly appease the hatred in my heart?"

Looking at Mo Zichen in front of him, Mo Yu became more and more afraid. Countless terrifying speculations swirled in his mind, making him feel utterly hopeless.

"Zichen, Zichen, I beg you, please let me go, please, I beg you."

Mo Yu tried to hug Mo Zichen and beg him to let her go, but her limbs were bound by iron chains and she could not move.

"Let you go? When you killed my parents, did you spare them because they shared the same blood as you? When you poisoned me, did you ever show any mercy because I was your nephew?"

Mo Zichen sneered, grabbed Mo Yu, and glared at him angrily. Mo Zichen in front of him felt like a stranger, and Mo Yu felt his heart turn to ashes in an instant.

"Then I'll trouble you, Master, to give me a quick death." He no longer asked Mo Zichen to let him go; he only asked Mo Zichen to give him a quick death.

"Do you think you have the right to choose how you die?" Mo Zichen gripped Mo Yu's neck tightly, his eyes flashing with provocation.

Mo Zichen took the dagger handed to him by Qianfeng, gently pulled it out, and displayed it brightly in front of Mo Yu.

"What...what are you going to do? Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Mo Yu trembled with fear, her legs shaking. She stared at Mo Zichen with a look of deep terror in her eyes, her hands clenching into fists involuntarily, while she gasped for breath.

"What am I going to do? Of course, I'm going to sever your tendons in your hands and feet. If you run away one day, where do you think I'll find you!"

Mo Zichen silently sank into the endless darkness, his blue eyes flashing with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Ah!" Over the years, he had been pricked countless times by acupuncture, which made him very familiar with the location. With a swift movement of his hand, Mo Zichen cut the needle, and blood gushed out from Mo Yu's body.

"Take good care of him! Don't let him die too easily!"

"Yes, Master."

Qianfeng took out the poison Su Jingzhan had given him before he left. "Seven-day Laughter is good. After being poisoned, one laughs madly for seven days and dies. Isn't that too simple? Let me look for more."

"Even fleeting beauty is not bad."

"This one is pretty good too!"

Mo Yu held all those bottles and jars in her hands, unsure which one to use.

These words made Mo Yu tremble uncontrollably. His eyes widened, his heart pounded, his mind went blank, and he kept shaking his head, "No! No!"

"You don't want it? You have to have it whether you want it or not!"