Chapter 29 Qingbao angrily confronts her uncle
"Holy crap, are you serious?" Si Ye jumped back a step in fright.
When Si Ye saw Qingbao pull out her scribbled drawing of a turtle, his eyes widened immediately, and he rushed forward to massage his little darling's legs.
"My little ancestor, if you can really get the King of Hell to come up here, I'll be your little brother from now on, and you'll be my only sister!"
Si Ye is flexible and adaptable; he's done things like massaging people's legs and serving them many times.
He's nothing like his aloof older brother and stubborn younger brother.
snort.
They'll realize how good Qingbao is later.
Qingbao glanced at him and said disdainfully, "You have to wait in line to call me 'sister' too."
The three ancestors of the Su family were even ranked ahead of the second maternal uncle.
"Then, do you think I'm qualified to wait in line?" Si Ye's eyes were bright, clear, and foolish.
"Not yet, but it'll be fine once we go down. Second Uncle, do you want to go down? If so, I can give you a back door."
Qingbao said with a serious expression.
The second uncle turned pale with fright and jumped back, saying, "No need, no need."
Qingbao's serious little face is incredibly cute, but the words she says can be terrifying.
He had never seen the King of Hell, but the living King of Hell was right in front of him.
Qingbao muttered, "Why don't any of you want to go down? It's so much fun down there. I used to try to die with my eyes closed."
Si Ye: ……
"Then what?"
"Huh? It's alive again, you didn't expect that, did you?"
Si Ye's pupils contracted, and he covered his face, letting out a shriek like a groundhog: "Ah!!"
"What are you yelling about? You're over twenty years old, can't you be a little more mature?" A cold voice came from behind.
Si Ye looked up and saw Si Han staring at him and Qing Bao with a cold expression.
Si Han was still clutching his lower abdomen, indicating that he had been hit quite hard.
"Big brother, mind your own business. Don't look at my Qingbao with those dead fish eyes of yours. You can't afford to mess with her!"
Si Ye looked unconvinced and continued to feed Qing Bao the grapes after peeling them.
Qingbao chewed and chewed, her little face puffed up, and Siye reached out to catch the grape seeds she spat out.
Si Han felt ashamed of his behavior, calling him "useless."
"Did I make you look good?" Si Ye retorted.
That's just how he is—neither good at literature nor martial arts, stuck in the middle among his brothers, a useless nobody.
But being able to curry favor with powerful figures is also a skill of his.
Why does the older brother look down on him?
Si Han didn't bother to talk to him, and instead turned his gaze to the altar.
He opened his mouth and said:
"This is Master Wufeng, whose Taoist magic is very powerful. If he discovers you are a jinx when he performs his ritual, our Si family will definitely not show you any mercy. If you know what's good for you, leave the Si family as soon as possible and don't try to curry favor with us. I will not acknowledge you as my niece."
These words were spoken to Qingbao.
Qingbao frowned. "Climb up to you? Who are you? Are you some kind of powerful person? Are you bigger than the King of Hell?"
"How dare you talk like that? I'm your uncle!" Si Han blurted out, then, after thinking for a moment, he added,
“Even if I don’t acknowledge your niece, I am still your elder. Children should act like children.”
Qingbao spat out the grape seeds, "You're nothing."
He became arrogant after becoming an official, thinking himself the most successful person in the entire family.
Little did they know that when their mother was first brought back by the Si family, the embroidery on her handkerchief was seen by the Minister's wife, who liked it very much.
When Si Shilang realized that there was still a vacant minor official position in the Ministry of Revenue, he forced Si He to embroider another peony painting to give to the Minister's wife in order to secure an official position for Si Han.
For three whole months, Si He stayed up all night embroidering, and by the end, her eyes were ruined and her hands were covered with needle marks and holes.
With this beginning, many noble ladies in the capital took a fancy to the embroidery and came to ask the Si family for some.
Sihe embroidered day and night, and in the end, even the wedding dress her adoptive mother embroidered for her and all the embroidery she had ever made were forced to be given away.
A box of hard work, and nothing was left.
In the end, however, they supported an ungrateful wretch.
Qingbao felt sorry for her mother.
I despise Si Han even more for someone who climbed to power by stepping on his mother, yet acts all high and mighty, and even curses his mother after putting down his bowl.
On the contrary, it was the second uncle, who was the least successful in the family.
Compared to his failure to repay loans and their situation, Zhao Zhao found her second uncle much more agreeable.
"As expected of a daughter raised by a village woman, she can utter vulgar words so easily. I'll see how she begs for mercy in a moment."
A storm raged in Si Han's eyes, but being aloof, he could only purse his lips tightly and remain expressionless.
He had already etched a grudge against Qingbao into his heart.
Sooner or later he will deal with her himself.
“Even if your mother flew away, I wouldn’t beg for mercy,” Qingbao said calmly.
"You!" Si Han was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed.
How could there be such a child?!
Si Ye said, "My dear Qingbao, we can't talk about your grandma like that."
Qingbao: "Your mother flew away too."
Si Ye: ……
What? My mom flew twice?
He sighed, "Alright, then fly. It'll be hard on you flying a little longer, Mother. You can come down after your son begs the King of Hell for mercy."
Qingbao: "You're so filial."
She couldn't bear to let her mother fly away.
Si Han tried to close his eyes and turned his head toward the altar.
I can't watch Qingbao anymore.
I can't watch anymore!
Hold on.
Otherwise, what kind of behavior would it be for an adult to hit a child!
Over at the altar.
Master Wufeng held up a peach wood sword, with two young disciples beside him, while the Si family members looked at him with concern.
As the peach wood sword was raised and then lowered, a slight amount of spiritual energy leaked out.
Daoist Wufeng shouted, "You beast, get out of the Si family at once!"
The swirling black mist in the room, which was being attacked by the leaked spiritual energy, became enraged.
It drifted out of the room and locked its target on Daoist Wufeng.
“Look, the evil spirit has really come out. Mother-in-law, you see, I told you that Master Wufeng was capable.”
Mrs. Si wept with joy and urged the old lady to look up at the roof.
Madam Si nodded, "I see them, I see them, why don't you quickly tell Daoist Wufeng to subdue them?"
"Master Wufeng, please quickly remove the evil spirit!" Madam Si said.
Looking at the scene before him, Si Han curled his lips into a cold smile. "Qingbao, did you see that? This is the magic to rid the people of evil. If you don't leave, he'll come after you after he's dealt with the evil spirits."
A wicked star, everyone has the right to kill him!
Qingbao didn't even glance at him. "You're being long-winded!"
“Qingbao, this Taoist priest seems to have some skills,” Si Ye said from the side. “If he can really save our third brother, then everyone will be happy.”
Qingbao stroked the tip of the judge's pen with her little hand, and a faint red light flickered.
She said calmly, "He can't be subdued."
How did you know?
Qingbao didn't answer; instead, she stared solemnly at the pile of resentment.
Such intense resentment could not have been formed without the deaths of several hundred people.
Their desire for revenge was so strong that even if Yama (the King of Hell) sent out all the ferry boats in the underworld, they still couldn't be carried away.
Not to mention a mere Taoist priest.
The only way to make them disappear from the world is—
Hand over the murderer!
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