Chapter 50: 50 Liu Qingmei, you have gone too far! (Seeking follow-up reads!)

"Aunt, let me go! I want to kill him!"

When Ning Mu and Liu Qingmei arrived, Ye Yin was holding a precious sword, being held back tightly by Ye Qingxian. Her eyes were splitting with rage, her little face filled with fury, glaring at a young man opposite her who looked refined and elegant in a white robe.

In front of the residence gate, two groups of people stood in confrontation.

The people from the Liu family gathered around Liu Yutang to protect him tightly, on full alert; a battle seemed ready to break out at any moment.

Liu Yutang himself, however, was much more relaxed and at ease.

He even held a folding fan with gold-thread trim in his hand, waving it calmly and composedly.

What a poseur! This was Ning Mu's first impression after seeing him.

It was the third month of spring, and the weather could definitely not be called hot; furthermore, with his status as a direct-line Young Master of the Liu family, even if he were a complete waste, his Cultivation Points would certainly not be poor.

As long as one's Cultivation Points reach a certain level, one can repel heat and endure cold.

Yet he was using a folding fan to act like a graceful young master; if this wasn't posing, what was? "Ye Yin!"

Liu Qingmei gave a cold shout.

Seeing her mother arrive, the furious Ye Yin suddenly felt extremely aggrieved. Her little mouth pouted, she threw down her sword and ran over, throwing herself into Liu Qingmei's arms like a swallow returning to the forest.

"Mother!"

Burying her head in her mother's embrace, Ye Yin began to cry aggrievedly.

She had clearly done nothing wrong.

Yet now, she was being abandoned in a broken engagement and had to bear the label of committing one of the seven grounds for divorce.

Having always had smooth sailing and being held in the palm of everyone's hand, she felt a tremendous sense of grievance wash over her.

"Alright, what a small matter!"

Liu Qingmei's expression was gloomy, but her tone remained gentle as she comforted her.

Then, she turned her head to look at Qigu Ye Qingxian and said, "Qigu, please take her back."

"Alright." Ye Qingxian nodded, and supporting the aggrieved and pitiful Ye Yin, she left the residence gate.

"Slap!"

In an instant.

A crisp and loud sound of a slap suddenly rang out.

Ye Yin turned her head back with teary eyes.

She saw Liu Yutang's face swelling up rapidly, a bright red palm print standing out strikingly.

"Pfft..."

That appearance, looking like a pig's head, immediately made Ye Yin laugh out loud.

However, she was soon taken away by Ye Qingxian.

As for Liu Yutang, who had received a slap for no apparent reason, he only felt stars dancing before his eyes and a roaring in his ears, standing blankly on the spot, at a loss for what to do.

"Audacious!"

"Liu Qingmei, you have gone too far!"

At this moment, an old man beside Liu Yutang stepped out and glared at Liu Qingmei.

It was an Elder of the Liu family.

"It is you who have gone too far!"

Liu Qingmei did not flinch in the slightest.

The aura of a Grandmaster-level expert pressed down on the group of Liu family members, causing their faces to turn pale one after another, unable to lift their heads.

She pressed forward step by step, her peach-blossom eyes filled with indignation, her beautiful face cold.

"Coming to our door to break an engagement so brazenly, where does that leave my Ye Family?"

"It was just a slap, and the dashing Young Master Liu cannot handle it?"

"The Ye and Liu families are family friends, yet today you kick us while we are down. My daughter is virtuous and kind, gentle and sensible; she has done nothing to wrong your Liu family. Who exactly is the one who has gone too far?"

"This lady knows that you all are merely people who seek advantages and avoid harm. Let this matter end here today. Your Liu family's unbenevolent and unrighteous conduct—this is the perfect time to draw a clear line!"

"But I will tell you all, and the fellow travelers of the Jianghu, it is not your Liu family breaking the engagement, but my Ye Family's daughter who looks down upon your despicable selves!"

"Also, please go back and tell Liu Fulou that the Ye and Liu families will remember this matter!"

"Safe travels, I will not see you out!"

Liu Qingmei was full of presence, and with these words, she completely reversed the situation.

In this world, what mother could not love her own daughter? To have an engagement broken, such humiliation and grievance—a mother naturally must reclaim it!

"..."

"Fine, fine, fine! This old man would like to see what your Ye Family relies on..."

The Elder behind Liu Yutang was furious and about to open his mouth to mock her.

But Liu Qingmei merely glanced at him indifferently, then turned around directly, ordering, "Close the gates and refuse guests. If any base, despicable, unbenevolent, or unrighteous person comes knocking, beat them out directly!"

"Yes!"

A group of Cangjian Villa Disciples, their momentum like a rainbow, eyes glaring with rage, shouted their agreement one after another. They stepped forward, directly blocking Liu Yutang, the old man, and the many Liu family members outside, glaring at them like tigers watching their prey.

Their Junior Sister had always been the apple of their eyes.

They treated her as if they were afraid she would melt in their mouths or shatter if held in their palms.

And now? To be betrothed to the Liu family was to do them a favor, yet they dared to come to the door to break the engagement? This was intolerable!

Did they really think that because the Villa Master was defeated by the Demon Sect enchantress and lay unconscious in bed, Cangjian Villa had no one left?

Facing the formidable Liu Qingmei and the group of Cangjian Villa Disciples, Liu Yutang, who had been slapped until his face was as swollen as a pig's head, could only swallow his anger viciously and slink away with his people.

Liu Qingmei's Grandmaster power, unleashed in anger—even though she had held back, it was not something he could easily withstand.

This injury would likely not heal for a month or two.

The surface wounds are secondary.

The key is the internal energy that has invaded and penetrated inside! ……

Liu Qingmei went to comfort her daughter.

Everyone else also dispersed.

Ning Mu walked toward Qiyun Tower, and halfway there, he ran into the sisters Chunzhi and Xia Chan, who were carefully holding a pile of jars and pots in their arms.

Seeing Ning Mu, the sisters' faces lit up with joy.

"Young Master, these things..."

Xia Chan asked.

The Young Master had instructed them to take some Perfume and wine and deliver them to the First Madam for her to sample.

"No need for now, take them back."

Ning Mu waved his hand.

At this moment, how could Liu Qingmei have the heart to pay attention to these things?

He also didn't know if Ye Yin would be overly heartbroken because of this matter.

"Young Master is teasing us!"

Xia Chan gave a coquettish huff.

"Heh, you dare to blame the Young Master? Watch how I, your Young Master, tease you!"

Ning Mu laughed immediately, pinched the slender nape of the shy Xia Chan, and walked toward Qiyun Tower.

"Chunzhi, go notify Xiaoxiu; I, your Young Master, have a lot of fire in me right now!"

"Yes..." Chunzhi's pretty face turned red instantly, and she responded with charming eyes before quickly turning and trotting toward Qiyun Tower.

She dared not linger too long.

Otherwise, like her younger sister, she would be teased by the Young Master outside where servants might pass by at any time; how embarrassing that would be! The Young Master has a lot of fire.

Could it be that from the First Madam...

Hiss...

Dare not think, dare not think!

Chunzhi's little head was suddenly filled with wild thoughts, and her pace quickened significantly.

When they returned to Qiyun Tower.

Ning Xiaoxiu was already waiting inside the door on the first floor.

Covered by a layer of transparent light gauze, her knees on the ground, her enchanting and moving, graceful body was faintly visible under the veil, adding a touch of amorous atmosphere.

"Master~ Mmph..."

Ning Xiaoxiu, who had just wanted to speak, had her mouth directly blocked.

Who planted the banana tree before the window, its shade filling the courtyard.

Shade filling the courtyard.

Leaf by leaf, heart by heart, unfurling with lingering sentiment.

Heartbroken on the pillow, listening to the midnight rain, dripping and drizzling.

Dripping and drizzling.

Saddening the northerner, unaccustomed to rising to listen. (— Li Qingzhao)

One hour later.

Ning Mu sat on the grand armchair in the second-floor study, his elbows propped on his chin, with the data Chunzhi had handed him laid out on the desk.

It recorded in detail how many bottles of which scents of Perfume had been produced, as well as how much wine.

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(End of this chapter)