Chapter 219

Gu Jiu Ling didn't forget to add: "How should the people from the Third Prince's mansion prepare these things?"

Xiao Wei's face turned ashen; he had been forced to this point, and whatever he did was wrong.

He coldly waved his hand; the steward behind him from the Third Prince's mansion hastily ordered a maid to bring over a silver needle.

At this moment Xiao Wei was instead worried that Xiao Yin's side might play tricks; the steward sent the tray holding the silver needles over to Gu Jiu Ling.

Gu Jiu Ling, however, picked up a silver needle to test it—it was non‑poisonous—then looked at Jinzhi and gestured to her.

Jinzhi walked up to Gu Jiu Ling, rolled up her sleeve, revealing a section of snow‑white forearm, but the forearm was also covered in scars, all of them burn scars.

Those around couldn't help but feel a slight pause in their hearts, thinking this woman might be covered in wounds all over.

Looking at the other half of her face, it was simply stunningly beautiful—a pity.

"Jinzhi, bear the pain a little!"

Jinzhi nodded; Gu Jiu Ling picked up the needle and stabbed it into Jinzhi's arm—immediately a bead of blood rolled down and dripped onto the skeleton placed in the box.

Originally they thought the blood bead would roll down the bone, but instead it seeped bit by bit into the bone.

Gu Jiu Ling stabbed a few more times; the later blood beads were much larger, yet they still seeped into the bone without rolling off.

The surrounding spectators suddenly gasped, looking at Jinzhi in disbelief.

Su Wanrou's heart had already risen to her throat; Xiao Wei's gaze at her face turned hostile.

You should know that Su Wanrou's earlier scheme didn't just deceive Xiao Yin; she also deceived him, making him marry her while thinking he was marrying Xiao Yin's valued adopted sister, only to find out it was a fake.

At this moment everyone looked at Su Wanrou; her face was ashen, and she instinctively kept stepping back.

Gu Jiu Ling gave a cold laugh: "Miss Su, please come over for a blood test, how about that?"

"No… no! You're framing me!"

"Gu Jiu Ling! I knew you held a grudge against me and came specially to frame me!"

"I won't bother with someone as despicable as you!"

"After all, I am General An's daughter; you don't even know where you got that impostor, coming here to swagger and deceive—do you think I'll acknowledge you?"

Gu Jiu Ling was actually speechless; she had seen shameless people before, but never someone this shameless.

But Su Wanrou refused to cooperate with the blood test, so the matter reached an impasse.

On the side, Xiao Wei, seeing Su Wanrou's attitude, realized he had most likely been deceived by her; even if he had been deceived, killing her would have to wait for later.

Tonight he absolutely could not let Xiao Yin press him down; he shouted loudly: "Someone! Send the concubine back to the rear courtyard!"

Everyone around stared dumbfounded; this was taking rascality to the extreme.

They had gone this far with the blood test—how could he still deny it like this?

"Trying to leave? Not that easy?" Xiao Yin suddenly rose and chased after Su Wanrou, who kept retreating in preparation to flee, raising his hand as if to grab her collar.

Xiao Wei could no longer restrain himself; he leapt forward, lunging at Xiao Yin, the blade of his sword already drawn, thrusting straight at Xiao Yin's face.

The situation changed abruptly, and a series of gasps rose from the crowd.

"This… this… how did uncle and nephew end up fighting?"

Xiao Yin took advantage of the fact that Xiao Yin had previously been seriously wounded in the Wuzhou gorge, striking repeatedly at Xiao Yin's vital points; unexpectedly Xiao Yin raised his hand, blocked with a single palm, and firmly struck Xiao Wei's arm.

Xiao Wei only felt a huge force suddenly strike—first his arm went numb, then a sharp pain followed.

Although he was a general who had been on the battlefield, the pain made him unable to grip his sword hilt; his precious sword instantly fell to the ground, a wave of fishy sweetness surged up his throat, his vision darkened and he almost collapsed.

He staggered backward repeatedly, and the nearby guards hurried to support him.

At this moment Xiao Yin moved like a ghost, extremely fast; he kicked the guard blocking Su Wanrou, then grabbed her arm.

Su Wanrou screamed; this was the first time Xiao Yin had laid hands on her, and her arm went numb from the grip.

She could faintly sense Xiao Yin's anger, feeling as if he wanted to slap her to death.

She was dragged in a sorry state by Xiao Yin, her arm flung onto the box holding General An's skeleton; she then fell heavily to the ground, not even having time to cry for help before her sleeve slipped off her arm.

Xiao Yin didn't use a silver needle or anything; he simply drew the dagger from his waist and viciously stabbed her snow‑white arm.

Su Wanrou wailed in pain; blood instantly gushed from the wound, and Xiao Yin, gripping her arm, dragged her toward the skeleton.

"Prince! Prince! Use a silver needle to prick! Cutting such a big wound is unfair!" Gu Jiu Ling reminded from the side.

Only then did Xiao Yin calm down.

For six full years he had been deceived by this woman, inside and out made less than human; he wished he could slice her to death.

This time he suppressed his inner fury, pulled Su Wanrou's other arm up, and Gu Jiu Ling directly stabbed a silver needle into it; instantly a bead of blood seeped out and rolled onto the bone.

Without the slightest pause, it rolled down along the bone.

Gu Jiu Ling gave a cold laugh, then repeatedly stabbed her with several needles, each thrust as relentless as Granny Rong's, not sparing any effort—one needle after another, each strike ruthless.

No matter how much blood seeped out, they all merely scraped along the bone and slid off, without any pause.

The contempt in Gu Jiu Ling's eyes grew deeper; to be more convincing, she also stabbed Jinzhi's arm a few times, even dripping onto the spot where Su Wanrou's blood had fallen.

It slowly seeped in, rather than sliding off.

The superiority is instantly clear! Real vs. fake is instantly decided!

Everyone turned their gaze to Su Wanrou and Jinzhi; Xiao Wei, who had just been struck by Xiao Yin, was already astonished beyond measure—just how heaven‑defying had this person's martial arts become?

They had not lacked attempts to probe Xiao Yin before, but only now did they realize they had all severely underestimated him.

Now there is no chance to argue—he, Xiao Wei, has utterly married a counterfeit!

He had originally wanted to use Su Wanrou's hand to harshly humiliate Xiao Yin, ruining his reputation and prestige in Shang Jing, but in the end he himself turned out to be the clown.

Xiao Yin coldly glanced at Su Wanrou, then suddenly lifted his foot and kicked her hard to the ground.

"Poison woman! Poison woman!" Xiao Yin's eyes blazed with fury as he snarled.

Su Wanrou suddenly staggered, vomited a mouthful of blood—he had finally laid hands on her.

She suddenly burst out laughing.

"Yes! I am indeed a poison woman!"

"Hahahaha... What royal relatives and nobles, what heroes and outstanding figures, aren't they just fooled by me, a little girl?"