Chapter 217: He tried to kill the female lead but was struck by lightning.
"Why don't you call men who have three wives and four concubines dirty, cheap, and unfaithful to their husbands? It's wrong for excellent women to be liked by men. You can't see their excellence, why they are admired. So you are only fit to revolve around men, vying for favor and fighting with concubines in the inner quarters."
Yun Jiaoyue retorted, "How can men be the same as women? Since ancient times, men have been expected to have multiple wives and concubines, while women have been expected to follow the three obediences and four virtues."
"To hell with your mother's 'three obediences and four virtues'! They sound nice, but you're the one who mixes things into the rouge of the Third Prince's concubines to ruin their faces. Have you lived up to those virtues? Have your mother lived up to them? Be strict with others, but lenient with yourself."
Throughout history, men have set the rules, forced women to obey, and even persuaded other women to follow them. Failure to comply was considered unchaste – how pathetic and laughable!
"You can insult me, but you can't insult my mother." Yun Zhaoxue moved her feet slightly, picked up a shard of porcelain, held it, and threw it into the air.
Yun Jiaoyue flinched in fright, and a shard of porcelain left a bloody mark from the corner of her lips to her cheek.
She screamed in terror, "Ah! My face, my face..."
Yun Zhaoxue released Zhao Jiu and walked towards her, clutching a small porcelain bottle in her hand. She squeezed his face, letting the blood flow into the bottle.
"Hiss! What are you all standing there for? Let's do it!"
The guards behind her stepped forward to strike Yun Zhaoxue.
Unbeknownst to them, Zhuiying had already entered the inn through a first-floor window, grabbed a long bench, and slammed it behind them with a loud "Bang!"
The bench broke, and the guard slowly turned around, drawing his sword and thrusting it at him.
Zhuiying grabbed a bench with both hands and started fighting with the guards. They were all elite guards of the Third Prince, and their martial arts were no less than his own, even when fighting two against one.
The three fought their way from the lobby into the house, and then into the backyard...
Yun Jiaoyue's two maids wanted to attack Yun Zhaoxue.
Yun Zhaoxue kicked two of them, "Bang! Bang!"
"Yun Zhaoxue, this is my blood. How dare you take my blood without my consent? Stop it! Stop it!" Yun Jiaoyue's wound was being squeezed by the bottle opening to draw blood. She tried to pry the bottle open, but it was pressed down firmly by Yun Zhaoxue, causing her to burst into tears from the pain.
She's in so much pain! Someone please help her!
Just before her tears fell into the bottle, Yun Zhaoxue moved the porcelain bottle away and used a knife to cut her finger and let it bleed.
"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts so much! Let me go! Taking things without asking is stealing, this is robbery."
"Who is the robber? The blood on your body was nourished by the good medicines and pills in my mother's dowry. I'm being kind by not draining your blood."
When she was a child, Yun Jiaoyue suffered from a strange illness and almost died. She ate antidote pills, Tian Shan snow lotus, and century-old He Shou Wu and century-old Lingzhi as her staple food, which helped her cultivate blood that could cure all poisons.
Yun Jiaoyue clutched the wound on her arm and roared at her relentlessly, "How did you know? You were reborn too, weren't you? But why are you so strong, while I can't do anything? God, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!"
"You green tea b*tch, finally stopped pretending?" Yun Zhaoxue grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"All you ever do is spout off about the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, and the rules for women. Do you even know what the crime of insulting one's stepmother is? If you can't recite it all word for word, I'll strangle you!"
"Uh... let me go."
The Yun family members rushed down from the inn's upper floor, and when they saw the scene at the entrance, they were so frightened that they scrambled down the stairs.
"Moon, Moon, Yun Zhaoxue, let go of my Moon."
"Yun Zhaoxue, you damned bastard, you dared to kill my daughter, I, I'll fight you to the death."
Yun Zhaoxue swept the umbrella in her hand, knocking Wang Shi to the ground. "Get out!"
The hand gripping her neck tightened further. "If you can't recite it, then die!"
He had already tolerated her jumping around in front of him several times, which was her limit.
Yun Jiaoyue's face flushed red and turned blue, her legs kicked wildly as she tried to kick and pry her hands off the ground. "Uh, help, let go, uh uh uh..."
"Princess, please spare our Princess Consort. If His Highness finds out... please spare the Princess Consort."
The other members of the Yun family also wanted to step forward to stop her, but they were frightened away by the murderous aura emanating from Yun Zhaoxue.
Madam Yun shook her head repeatedly: "What a tragedy! We've been sisters for over ten years, how could it have come to this? What a tragedy!"
Yun Xiuwen wanted to step forward but took two steps back to the right, and slapped his thigh and cried out: "You are sisters, and you are killing each other in front of everyone because of a few words? Why do you have to do that?"
Yun Zhaoxue's cold gaze swept over her, "It is the father's fault if the son is not taught. Look at my mother's dowry, which has allowed her to live a life of luxury and extravagance for more than ten years."
She condoned her insulting my mother. You, as a husband, are unfaithful, heartless, and unjust; you, as a father, are heartless; you instigated your other children to insult our stepmother. The biggest fault lies with you!
As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of purple lightning tore through the dim sky and struck the plaque above Yun Zhaoxue's head, splitting it in two and causing it to fall to the ground.
Immediately following, thunder rumbled, "Boom! Rumble!!!"
The next instant, a torrential downpour began, "Whoosh!"
Upon seeing this, Yun Xiuwen pointed at her and cursed, "You wicked daughter! Your father is so unfilial that even Heaven cannot bear to see it."
He was just criticized by her and felt like kneeling down and crying out to God for justice. He had never said a bad word about his deceased wife, and he even got into a fight with someone because they said she was unfaithful.
It was not that he instigated his other children to insult her, nor that he both loved and hated her.
The moment the lightning struck, Yun Zhaoxue's body stiffened abruptly, as if an electric current was coursing through her meridians. A sharp pain spread throughout her limbs and bones, and her arms went numb and stiff as if out of control. She loosened her grip on Yun Jiaoyue's hand.
Yun Jiaoyue lay on the ground, clutching her neck and coughing violently, "Cough cough cough..."
Wang rushed over and hugged her daughter, patting her chest to help her catch her breath, "Yue'er, Yue'er..."
"Let you be so arrogant and smug. A son should not speak ill of his father. As a child, you have criticized your father. God cannot stand by and watch. God should strike you dead with a bolt of lightning."
Yun Jiaoyue coughed and cried, her whole body trembling violently. "Cough cough, Mother, my face hurts so much. Is my face ruined? I don't want to become ugly. I can't let His Highness dislike me. Revenge! Help me get revenge! Waaaaah..."
She saw Yun Zhaoxue frozen in place as if struck by lightning, and she didn't want to miss this opportunity for revenge.
Yun Zhaoxue pressed her numb and trembling arm, the sharp pain surging through her body, causing her to spasm and curl up. Her abdomen ached as if being stabbed, and she couldn't straighten her back. She slowly squatted down, holding onto the edge of the door.
Could it be because she forcibly killed the female lead?
Did God get angry and strike her with lightning?
Seeing her daughter injured, Wang felt both heartache and anger, so she grabbed a stool and smashed it behind him.
A hidden weapon pierced her arm, and she screamed in pain, "Ah!"
The stool fell and hit Yun Jiaoyue's leg squarely. "Ah!"
Just now, Xiao Xuance asked his guards in the backyard to report on the current situation in the capital and the Xiao family army, and also gave them some instructions.
So we arrived late.
He quickly stood up from his wheelchair and rushed over to catch Yun Zhaoxue's slowly collapsing body.
"Xue'er, where are you hurt? Don't be afraid, I'll take you to find the divine healer first, and then we'll kill them!"
"I'll take you to see Doctor Hua."
Yun Zhaoxue leaned comfortably against him and shook her head slightly, "No need, I'll be fine after a while."
The two walked in the rain on the bluestone path. Yun Zhaoxue held an umbrella, while Xiao Xuance turned slightly to use his broad back to shield himself from the slanting rain.
"Young Master Xiao can stand up again; his leg isn't broken."
"Why are you in a wheelchair if you're not broken? Are you sitting there playing? Or do you want to be lazy and not walk?"
"I also want to sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around."
"Your leg isn't broken."
"My legs hurt; I have rheumatism, and they ache when it rains."
"Stop joking around. Hurry up and bring Master Liao back. Saving him is the priority. If he dies, we'll be in big trouble."
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