Chapter 270 Don’t mess with me again, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!
Lan Xiyue's eyes instantly froze into frost, as cold as winter ice. "You're just a maid, and you think you can threaten me? And you want me to commit suicide? Lan Zhenrong, are you crazy?"
Lan Zhenrong heard this and sneered, "Oh? Doesn't Yue'er dote on your maidservant? I want to see if you can really watch her die in front of you?"
Chu Xia heard this, tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked up and said, "Even if I die, I'm not afraid. Miss, please go away! In the next life, I will still be your maid."
"An Yi!"
A black shadow flashed out from the darkness, and An Yi quickly tapped the guard's acupoint and rescued Chu Xia.
This scene made Lan Zhenrong's face turn ugly in an instant.
Lan Xiyue looked at Lan Zhenrong with a sarcastic smile on her face: "My dear father, what can you use to threaten me now?"
Lan Zhenrong stepped back, his voice trembling slightly: "You...you don't do anything rash! I...I am your father after all!"
Lan Xiyue chuckled, her voice full of sarcasm: "What? Are you scared? Unfortunately, it's too late."
Lan Xiyue's voice suddenly turned icy as she changed the subject: "An Yi, beat him up! Beat him hard! Just leave him with a breath."
"Lan! Xi! Yue! How dare you..."
Before Lan Zhenrong could finish his words, An Yi quickly stepped forward and punched him hard in the face.
"Ah... Lan Xi..."
Without waiting for Lan Zhenrong to finish, An Yi punched him again and again, leaving Lan Zhenrong with no chance to fight back.
Chu Xia ran to Lan Xiyue, looked at her with tears in her eyes, and cried in her voice: "Miss~"
Lan Xiyue took out a handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped Chu Xia's tears: "Are you scared?"
Chu Xia shook her head, tears streaming down her face again: "Miss, I feel sorry for you, wuuuu..." How could the master do this? The young lady is his biological daughter. How could the master want the young lady to die?
Lan Xiyue said softly, "Don't cry. What's there to cry about? Do you blame me for what I said just now?"
Chu Xia shook her head again, her voice firm: "No, even if I die, I am willing."
Lan Xiyue rubbed her head, her tone carrying a hint of warmth: "Okay, stop calling me a slave. Remember, no matter what danger you encounter, I will not ignore you."
Lan Zhenrong's wailing alarmed the people in the mansion.
The old lady, Aunt Hong, Lan Jiaoyun and others hurried over upon hearing the noise.
As soon as Concubine Hong stepped through the threshold, she saw Lan Zhenrong being pinned down by (An Yi), with fists and kicks raging. She was horrified and cried out, "Stop, stop! This is outrageous! How dare you hit the master?"
She walked quickly forward and tried to pull it, but was blocked by a figure.
Aunt Hong's eyes widened as she stared at Lan Xiyue in front of her. Her voice trembled, "Miss, this person is yours? You still won't let him stop. Aren't you afraid of being criticized and accused of being unfilial?"
Lan Xiyue's lips curled up into a sneer, a smile so cold that it made people feel chilled.
"Heh!" She uttered a word lightly, and then slapped Aunt Hong hard in the face with her backhand.
Aunt Hong covered her face with her hands, her eyes full of astonishment and confusion, as if all her thoughts had been taken away by the slap, leaving only confusion and daze.
Seeing this, Lan Jiaoyun hurried forward to support Concubine Hong, a flicker of anger in her eyes. "Concubine Hong, are you okay?" She glared at Lan Xiyue, her tone full of questioning. "My Concubine Hong is pregnant, and you actually hit her. Lan Xiyue, are you afraid that my Concubine Hong will give birth to a son and compete with my eldest brother for the Marquis's inheritance?"
Lan Xiyue glanced at Lan Jiaoyun coldly, her gaze like an icicle, piercing her heart. "Idiot!" She parted her red lips and spat out two words, her tone filled with disdain and mockery.
"Stop! Stop it now, Zhenrong~" The old lady slammed her cane on the ground, her voice filled with anxiety and helplessness.
She looked at Lan Xiyue, her eyes full of pleading: "Yue'er, that's your father, please make him stop!"
Lan Xiyue glanced at the old lady indifferently. "Father? Grandmother, I'm afraid you don't know. My good father just made me drink poisoned tea. After I found out, he sent people to kill me. Now, it's just a mere beating. He deserves it!"
Upon hearing this, the old lady's body swayed and she almost fell. She froze in place, and after a moment, she reacted and said in a trembling voice, "There must be some misunderstanding. Ask him to stop first. Let's sit down and have a good talk."
"Talk? What's there to talk about?" Lan Xiyue looked at Lan Zhenrong, who was dying on the ground, and waved her hand, "An Yi, stop!"
An Yi stopped, stood up and walked to the side.
Aunt Hong ran over, squatted down, supported Lan Zhenrong, and choked with sobs, "Master~ Oh, Lan Xiyue, you are so cruel, letting someone beat the master like this."
The old lady's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as she stared straight at Lan Xiyue.
"He is your father. Even if he was wrong, how can a child hit his father?" The old lady's words were sonorous and her tone was full of unquestionable majesty.
Lan Xiyue smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm and indifference hidden in her smile. She shrugged nonchalantly, "Old Madam, you saw it with your own eyes. I didn't hit him. It was the secret guards who hit him. It has nothing to do with me.
Furthermore, if this matter were to get out, the world would know how Lan Zhenrong couldn't tolerate the legitimate daughter born to his late wife, even going so far as to poison her tea, and after being discovered, he sent guards to kill her, only to be beaten to a pulp by the legitimate daughter's secret guards, leaving her powerless to fight back..."
When the old lady heard this, her chest heaved violently, and she pointed at Lan Xiyue with trembling fingers, unable to utter a word for a long time.
The old nanny beside her hurried forward, gently patted the old lady on the back, and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Old lady, calm down and don't get yourself hurt by anger."
Lan Xiyue's tone grew increasingly cold, as if devoid of any emotion. "From today on, I sever all ties with the Marquis' Mansion. If you wish to continue living in peace, don't provoke me again. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
After saying that, Lan Xiyue turned around and strode away, and Chu Xia hurriedly followed.
The old lady leaned on her cane, muttering, "What a sin, what a sin..." Then, "What are you still standing there for? Go get a doctor!"
The nanny retreated immediately, not daring to delay even a little.
Aunt Hong and Lan Jiaoyun supported the bruised and swollen Lan Zhenrong on both sides and staggered towards the room.
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