Shen Jinshu's heart skipped a beat. She quickly shook her head and protested, "Brother, no. How could I harm you? I have no motive whatsoever. We're siblings, what good would it do me to harm you?"

“Yes, Yuzhou, perhaps it’s a misunderstanding,” Mother Shen also chimed in, trying to persuade her. She couldn’t believe that the daughter she had raised could be so vicious.

But Liangyue's words were reasonable and well-founded, and her voice sounded somewhat weak.

Recovering from his shock, Shen Yanxi scoffed. Having lived a second life, he had long seen through Shen Jinshu's true colors—a wolf in sheep's clothing who had fooled everyone. "How is that impossible? What wouldn't Shen Jinshu do?"

Shen Yuzhou closed his eyes, slowly pulled away from Shen Jinshu's hand, and ordered in a deep voice, "Chengde, go and bring the person over."

"Brother, you'd rather believe an outsider than me?" Shen Jinshu's heart clenched, and she felt a strange fear when she met Shen Yuzhou's deep, dark eyes.

Her older brother had never looked at her like that before.

"That's hard to say. Sometimes outsiders are more trustworthy than those close to you." Song Zhiyu said meaningfully, glancing casually at Shen Feng and his group. Their smug look made everyone's teeth itch.

Shen Yanxi stood beside Song Zhiyu with a grin, "Sister is right, if you have nothing to hide, what are you afraid of?"

"Fourth Brother..." Shen Jinshu felt betrayed. Song Zhiyu was the one who was targeted by everyone before, but now, the tables have turned and she is in this situation.

Seeing this scene, Shen Feng understood everything. Yu Zhou's crippled legs were inextricably linked to Shen Jinshu and Shen Rushan.

He was furious, but the mistake had already been made, so he had no choice but to accept the humiliation.

"Young Master probably doesn't know yet, but Shen Jinshu crippled your legs because..." Liang Yue's words stopped abruptly. She stared blankly at the long sword piercing her heart, unable to utter the words she wanted to say, and her whole body fell straight backward.

No one expected Shen Feng to make a sudden move, but he calmly loosened his grip on the sword hilt. "If this person can tell one lie, then she can certainly tell countless lies. Keeping her around will only cause more trouble; it's best to get rid of her as soon as possible."

He reached out and patted Shen Feng on the shoulder, saying earnestly, "Yu Zhou, I know you have a knot in your heart. But Shu'er grew up with you, you should know her character. Don't easily believe the words of outsiders and hurt the brother-sister relationship between you."

Shen Yuzhou didn't speak, but just stared quietly at Liang Yue's corpse, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

Song Zhiyu let out a sneer without any attempt to hide it, and took two steps back to distance herself from Shen Yanxi. It seemed that Shen Feng really doted on his son, Shen Rushan.

Although it was a pity that Liangyue didn't say those words, she wasn't in a hurry. Chen the wet nurse hadn't been found yet, and now was not the time to expose Shen Rushan's identity. She could wait.

Shen Feng's face darkened for a moment, but remembering Song Zhiyu's identity as the divine physician Liangyue, he suppressed his anger and said in a commanding tone, "From now on, Yu Zhou's treatment will be in your hands. Also, go and heal Princess Nanyang and have them send your second brother back."

Song Zhiyu straightened his cuffs, having watched the show, and walked out without looking back, not forgetting to leave a sentence, "Whoever wants to deal with it can deal with it, but I'm not willing. Since Lord Shen has such a big face, why not go to the Prince Xian's mansion himself and bring the person back?"

Seeing this, Shen Yanxi quickly followed, but wisely maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

He knew that Song Zhiyu disliked him, and dared not appear in front of her rashly.

"Rebellious daughter!" Shen Feng was furious. If he could persuade the Prince Xian, he wouldn't have had to send Song Zhiyu to his door.

Shen Feng was furious, while Shen Yuzhou, leaning on his cane, limped towards the door, avoiding all the servants who were helping him.

He seemed to be torturing himself; even though his legs were in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, he didn't utter a word and just kept walking on his own.

His crippled legs serve as a constant reminder of how ridiculous the sacrifices he once made were.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the threshold.

In the moment he fainted, several unfamiliar fragments suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Brother, I will definitely heal your legs and help you stand up again."

"Brother, I've finally found a way to cure you. Please wait for me a little longer."

The woman's bright smile made him feel dazed for a moment. In that instant, he seemed to see hope as well, and he couldn't help but smile along with her.

But soon, the scene shifted, and in the cold, snowy night, the woman's desperate pleas for mercy and her questioning sent a shiver down his spine.

"Big brother, I didn't hurt big sister's legs, please let me go."

"Shen Yuzhou, I risked my life to gather herbs and heal you back then, why are you treating me like this? Was saving you wrong?"

"..."

Blood stained the snow-covered ground. Song Zhiyu lay on the snow, barely breathing, covered in blood, her eyes filled with endless despair.

He merely glanced at her coldly, his words seemingly laced with venom, and said, "Drag her away, don't dirty the Marquis's manor."

*

The Marquis of Chengen's Residence.

Song Zhiyu stopped in her tracks, her face showing impatience. "Get lost."

“I just wanted to watch you from afar…” Shen Yanxi’s face stiffened, and he felt a little sad.

Song Zhiyu wasn't buying it. She glanced meaningfully at his scarred hand and said, "I don't like people from the Marquis's mansion, I even despise them. You'd better stay away from me. If you piss me off, I won't hold back."

What bad luck!

Song Zhiyu ignored Shen Yanxi; she had other more important things to do and didn't have time to waste on idle chatter.

Shen Yanxi moved his lips but didn't speak, watching Song Zhiyu walk further and further away, his eyes filled with confusion.

It seems he can no longer get Song Zhiyu's forgiveness; he has completely lost his sister.

They brought this on themselves, and now they have no choice but to suffer the consequences.

Shen Yanxi gave a self-deprecating laugh, then turned his head in a daze, only to see Shen Mingyi standing not far away, seemingly having witnessed the entire scene.

Seeing that Shen Yanxi was about to leave, Shen Mingyi suddenly sneered and said sarcastically, "You fawned over her like a dog, but she didn't appreciate it at all."

"That's still better than some fool who's been completely fooled, and besides, I'm happy to do it." Shen Yanxi stopped in his tracks, not going to tolerate him, and stabbed him mercilessly in the heart.

His third brother was incredibly kind to Shen Jinshu, but in his past life he suffered even more than Shen Jinshu. It's true that evil deeds have their retribution.

Shen Yanxi smiled mockingly, making Shen Mingyi's face turn pale and then red with anger before he left in a good mood.