Chapter 20: Beating Her Father, Stabbing Her Grandmother

After Ye Jingchuan gave the order, the guards immediately went to seize Ye Chutang.

“Apologies, Young Miss!”

Ye Chutang didn’t resist at all and allowed the guards to grab her.

Ye Jingchuan knew she was trained in martial arts and thought she would fight back—but to his surprise, she surrendered without a struggle.

“At least you know what’s good for you. Even the strongest fists can’t beat four hands!”

He showed no mercy toward Ye Chutang and turned to Housekeeper Chen.

“Go call all the masters to the front courtyard—including that crazy old woman!”

“Yes, Master.”

Ye Chutang had a gut feeling that this “crazy old woman” wasn’t so simple.

Why had Ye Jingchuan specifically mentioned her?

Could she be connected to the original Ye Chutang?

As she considered the possibilities, a long bench was brought into the courtyard by the guards.

Just then, the estate physician hurried over with a medicine kit in hand.

After examining Ye Jingchuan’s dislocated wrist, the physician breathed a sigh of relief.

“Master, it’s just a dislocation. I can reset it, and it’ll be fine.”

Ye Jingchuan exhaled sharply—thank goodness it wasn’t broken.

Pale-faced, he nodded. “Go ahead.”

“It’ll hurt a bit, Master. Bear with it.”

Before Ye Jingchuan could mentally prepare, there was a loud crack—his wrist had been reset.

Agonizing pain surged through him. He cried out, cold sweat soaking his robes.

Ye Chutang watched as he flexed his wrist and smiled.
“Lord Ye, you’re so delicate. Best not to clap next time.”

Ye Jingchuan’s fury boiled over. “Wretched girl! Someone—slap her!”

“Lord Ye, you’ve already sent out part of the invitations for the family banquet, haven’t you?”

The implication: Dare touch my face, and you’ll regret it.

“So what if I have? A father disciplining his daughter—that’s only right and proper!”

Even if her face wasn’t healed in three days, no one would dare say a word against him!

The guard, seeing Ye Jingchuan hadn’t changed his mind, raised his hand to slap Ye Chutang.

In a flash, she pulled the jade hairpin from Ye Jingchuan’s hair and drove it straight through the guard’s hand.

Blood splattered onto the ground like blossoms of red plum.

Ye Jingchuan’s vision was momentarily obscured by his loosened hair.

Instead of the expected sound of a slap, a strong scent of blood filled his nose.

He brushed his hair aside and saw Ye Chutang holding the bloodstained jade hairpin—his bruised and purpled hand started to tremble.

“You—”

Just as he opened his mouth, Ye Chutang stabbed the hairpin toward his eye.

“Master!”

“Chuan’er!”

“Father!”

The members of the Ye family had just arrived in the courtyard and were terrified by the scene before them—their voices trembling.

Ye Jingchuan’s pupils shrank; his heart skipped a beat.

Logic told him to move, but his body was frozen.

The jade hairpin loomed large before his eyes.

Then, it stopped—pressed right against his eyeball.

The blood on it flung into his eye from inertia—stinging red.

Having escaped death by a hair’s breadth, he collapsed to the ground and gasped violently for air.

Completely disheveled.

Old Madam Ye rushed over with Kong Ru’s support.

Kong Ru helped him up. “Master, are you all right?”

As she spoke, she began wiping the blood from his eye.

Old Madam Ye looked at Ye Chutang, who resembled Tang Wanning by seventy or eighty percent, and couldn’t hide the disgust in her eyes.

“You actually raised a hand against your elders—have you grown tired of living?”

Ye Chutang nodded calmly.
“Yes. So before I die, I won’t be wronged again. If someone provokes me, I bite back.”

“You lunatic!”

“You’re too kind.”

Old Madam Ye was briefly speechless, then looked to Ye Jingchuan, who had recovered.

“Chuan’er, you need to teach this girl a good lesson—or she’ll think she can walk all over us!”

Ye Jingchuan, utterly humiliated, was now filled with hatred toward Ye Chutang.

“Someone—beat her with the rod!”

Just as he spoke, a filthy, foul-smelling woman with disheveled hair flung herself across the bench in the courtyard.

“Spank… spank the bottom…”

Ye Jingchuan stared at the grimy, stinking Jin Zhi with pure disgust.

“Grab that crazy woman! Let her watch the Young Miss be punished!”

Hearing this, Ye Chutang was now certain this “crazy woman” had a deep connection with her past self.

More than that, Ye Jingchuan seemed to have a hidden agenda with her.

Making her watch the punishment—it was clearly a test to see if she was truly mad or faking it.

When the guards reached out to grab Jin Zhi, she jumped up and smiled brightly at Ye Chutang.

“Miss, this maid is hungry… I want food.”

She only took a few steps before the guards yanked her back by her tangled, filthy hair.

“One more word and I’ll smash your mouth in!”

From that line alone, Ye Chutang could tell the “crazy woman” had been living a miserable life—frequently abused.

And the “Miss” she referred to was most likely Tang Wanning.

Suppressing her urge to intervene, Ye Chutang watched the guards closing in and suddenly snatched the gold hairpin from Old Madam Ye’s head, pressing it to the artery in her neck.

Old Madam Ye screamed, “You little—!”

Before she could finish, a sharp pain at her neck silenced her.

Everyone stared in shock at the blood at the old madam’s throat. They were now convinced—Ye Chutang had gone completely mad.

She had struck her father and stabbed her grandmother.

Such acts against one’s elders were enough to land her in prison for life!

Ye Jingchuan was trembling with rage.
“Ye Chutang, what the hell do you want?”

Ye Chutang replied with a question of her own.
“Lord Ye, are you still going to slap me? Beat me with a rod?”

“As long as you let go of your grandmother, I’ll spare you.”

“Then have everyone step outside into the courtyard. Let’s have a little chat.”

Kong Ru, worried something might happen to Ye Jingchuan, objected immediately.

“Master, she’s a madwoman. We can’t agree to this!”

Ye Chutang cast a chilling look at Kong Ru.
“Since Lady Ye and Lord Ye are such a loving couple, then why don’t you both stay behind?”

Her tone was cold as ice—as if suggesting they die together and become ghost spouses.

Kong Ru gulped, instantly regretting speaking up.

Ye Jingchuan knew Ye Chutang wouldn’t kill him—otherwise she would’ve done it already.

“Everyone, out!”

He wanted to see just what this unfilial girl had to say.

The Ye family members, guards, and physician all filed out.

Kong Ru was about to leave as well, but Ye Chutang stopped her.

“Lady Ye, where are you running off to?”

“The master told me to go.”

Though that was true, Ye Jingchuan was clearly unhappy she tried to leave.

“Stay.”

Soon, only four people remained in the main hall.

Ye Chutang didn’t close the doors—everyone could still see what was happening inside.

She let go of Old Madam Ye and sat down in a chair, clearly tired of standing.

Ye Jingchuan had just helped his freed mother up and was about to sneak her away when Ye Chutang tossed the gold hairpin.

It brushed past their faces and embedded itself in the wooden door behind them.

“Don’t move again—unless you want to leave here on a stretcher. Sit.”

The three of them went quiet and obediently sat around the table.

Ye Chutang poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip to wet her throat, then looked at Ye Jingchuan.

“Thanks to you, Eunuch De already knows I’m breathtakingly beautiful.

Thanks to me, he also knows you want to protect Ye Anling by making me a substitute bride.

That eunuch has quite the lust for beauty—you sure knew how to curry favor.

But if, three days from now, I fail to please him… what do you think he’ll do to you?”

Ye Jingchuan knew De Gonggong’s vengeful nature all too well.

He followed her lead and replied,
“At best, I’ll be demoted. At worst, the Ye family will be destroyed.”

Ye Chutang had expected this ending and smiled faintly.

“Now, do you still dare to lay a finger on me?”