"Do you think I'll believe you?" Jiang Yuetong turned to look at him, her gaze as cold and unfeeling as if she were looking at a dead man.

The island lord trembled uncontrollably with fear, lowering his head and daring not to look at her: "I... I can swear!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong looked down on him.

The island lord, it turns out, is such a cowardly and timid person.

Thinking about it carefully, it shouldn't be like this. How could someone who can manage such a large place all by himself do this?

Jiang Yuetong stared at him, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

She lowered her eyes and said in a calm voice, "Actually, I'm not looking for Youyin Island, but for you!"

The island owner was stunned for a moment: "What?!"

After he realized what was happening, he thought he had misheard. He looked up at Jiang Yuetong in disbelief and stammered, "You want me to... do what?!"

Jiang Yuetong raised an eyebrow and looked at him with amusement.

"Island Lord, you truly have a short memory. You've even forgotten the feud between us. I once said I would come to find you. Have you forgotten me so quickly?"

Upon hearing this, the island owner was dumbfounded.

After he figured it out, he gritted his teeth and said with a face full of resentment, "No wonder that guy suddenly went into seclusion. It turns out he got himself into trouble and was just waiting for me to jump into the pit."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong's eyes revealed a hint of relief. Sure enough, he really wasn't the island lord of Youyin Island.

But she pretended not to understand and asked with a straight face, "What do you mean by that?"

The fake island lord hesitated for a moment, and then the Heart Eater standing behind him pressed his finger on the wound on his back.

"Ah!" the fake island owner cried out in pain.

He immediately cried and begged for mercy: "Grandma, spare me! I'll tell you everything!"

Jiang Yuetong raised her chin slightly before Shi Xin withdrew her hand.

The fake island lord was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten up. He bent over and rested for a while, thinking bitterly: Since my elder brother is heartless, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

“My elder brother, Ouyang Yi, is the real island lord. However, he suddenly went into seclusion three years ago. I… I was bewitched and listened to the slander of my subordinates, imitating my elder brother and pretending to be the island lord.”

At this point, Ouyang Cheng burst into tears.

"I will never do it again. Please just ignore me and let me go, Grandma."

Although Ouyang Yi and I are biological brothers, we have absolutely no affection for each other. I'd rather he were dead, so please don't drag me into his affairs.

Jiang Yuetong: "..."

Li Qingrong, standing to the side, was somewhat skeptical of his words and frowned as she questioned, "Then why bring so many people into the castle? What are you planning to do?"

Ouyang Cheng shook his head and quickly explained, "I just felt a little unhappy because I saw that they all admired Ouyang Yi and followed his lead."

After Ouyang Yi went into seclusion, they decided to use his identity to ruin his reputation. So they ordered their subordinates to capture some women and send them over every month. As for the villagers…”

Ouyang Cheng hesitated, his face contorted in a pained expression.

Jiang Yuetong turned her head and looked at her coldly.

He reluctantly continued, "At first, I only wanted to lock them up, but I didn't order anyone to kill them."

They resisted, and were accidentally killed by my subordinates in the process. But it has nothing to do with me; I knew nothing about it!

"You!" Li Qingrong came up and kicked him twice.

Ouyang Cheng didn't dare to resist and endured several kicks from her before he could only lower his head and beg for mercy.

"I really didn't mean it, please let me go, heroine!"

Just as he finished speaking, a small stone flew from a distance.

It hit him squarely on the head, and Ouyang Cheng's eyes widened before he collapsed.

Sweating profusely, Lu Shi'an strode over, his trembling finger pointing at the unconscious person lying on the ground.