Ye Qingxue grabbed the old woman's arm and slammed her to the ground with a "bang".

He lashed out with his whip, grabbing the other old women one after another, then pulling them back and throwing them heavily to the ground.

The sounds of thuds echoed in her ears as the old woman watched her servants being thrown to the ground, utterly dumbfounded.

Ye Qingxue cracked her whip and said coldly, "This is my father's home, and it is also my home. I have more right to live here than any of you. No one can drive me away!"

Her gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on the old woman's face, meeting her eyes without fear.

"My second uncle not only seized my father's belongings, but also his concubine. Aunt Liu was my father's legitimate concubine, and she was not to be bought or sold! Cutting off my second uncle's arm was just the beginning; he should be torn to pieces!"

The old woman's anger raged like a storm, growing ever stronger until she could no longer contain herself: "Your father? Ha, he's been dead for nine years! It's his honor that someone is using his things! You're just a helpless orphan, yet you dare to act so arrogantly here?"

Ye Qingxue bit her lip hard, drawing blood instantly. It was true that Ye Xiaowei was the old lady's son, but her father was also her son!

How could a mother say such outrageous things!

The glory of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion was won by my father, and the luxurious life that everyone in the mansion enjoys today was also won by my father. But just because my father is dead, they treat him so disrespectfully.

The one leading the charge was none other than the father's biological mother!

My biological mother!

Ye Qingxue felt indignant and angry for her father. With tears of blood in her eyes, she slowly took two steps back, ignoring the pain of her broken bones, and raised her whip high at the people in front of her!

Kill them!