Chapter 927: Overturning the Heavenly Net

As soon as the four words "witchcraft curse" were spoken, Yu Yan Chu instantly felt a bit panicked.

"I... I really didn't expect these... I just wanted to learn a bit... it just so happened that I was more familiar with my husband, so I carved it."

This is the truth.

But saying this truth out loud, even she herself began to doubt it.

This wooden carving indeed looks like it's preparing to use witchcraft to harm someone.

At this moment, Yu Yan Chu regretted so much her intestines turned green; why couldn't she have thought a little more when she did it? Now that it's come to this, what should we do?

She was thinking anxiously, but the more she panicked, the blanker her mind became, unable to come up with any excuse.

She hadn't expected the witchcraft curse, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know its power.

It's something that a little evidence can destroy a family and exterminate a clan.

Although she is the Elder Princess of Da Yu, here her title is useless; at most it just sounds nice when spoken.

Chen Wuji absolutely won't care about her status.

"Why would you think of carving this?" Chen Wuji asked sternly.

Yu Yan Chu was so anxious she was about to cry, "I just thought it was fun, then... I carved it. After coming back from the mountains I really had nothing to do, so I looked for something to do."

"Come inside with me!" Chen Wuji said in a low voice.

Yu Yan Chu pressed her lips tightly, her expression full of panic; even though she had once been the Elder Princess, Chen Wuji's towering, mountain-like aura pressed her so she didn't dare lift her head.

Hua Yin, who roughly understood what had happened, also became extremely anxious; after hesitating, she rushed forward and grabbed Chen Wuji's right leg, "Master, please calm your anger; the Princess will certainly not harm you. I beg you to give the Princess a chance. I can testify that the Princess is merely curious and wants to learn, with no other intention."

"The gatekeeper of this manor carves excellent woodwork; the Princess liked it, so she learned it, with no other meaning."

"Go boil water; I'll find out exactly what's going on." Chen Wuji said solemnly.

"Master..." Hua Yin pleaded.

"Let go!"

A deep shout rang out, startling Hua Yin into immediately releasing her grip.

Chen Wuji strode toward the rear courtyard and casually pushed open a room.

He didn't even know which room he lived in, but the rear courtyard was definitely where he and his family stayed; any room was fine as long as it had a bed.

The room was tidy, simple and clean, with a vase of flowers on the windowsill altar, looking quite pleasing to the eye.

"Whose room is this?" Chen Wuji asked.

"Husband, why ask when you already know? This... is mine." Yu Yan Chu muttered.

Chen Wuji glanced back, "I just got back; how would I know?"

"Oh, it's mine."

Chen Wuji never expected it to be such a coincidence; he just happened to walk into Yu Yan Chu's room.

He sat on the chair beside the altar, took the feather duster in hand, and said coldly, "Think carefully about your excuse; for each wrong sentence, you'll lose a piece of clothing and receive three strikes."

"What piece of clothing?" Yu Yan Chu stared blankly, not reacting at first, until she saw the feather duster in Chen Wuji's hand and suddenly realized what he meant.

If you speak wrongly, you get hit and also lose a piece of clothing.

If you make many mistakes, the feather duster will surely strike straight at the flesh.

What the heck……

As a noble, pampered Elder Princess, Yu Yan Chu had never endured such a scene; instantly she felt a surge of anger.

But thinking of Chen Wuji's status and then her own situation, that anger flared like a flame in the rain, instantly doused, so she dared not show any reaction.

The anger faded, leaving only endless shame.

Furious, Yu Yan Chu grit her teeth; this unreasonable man, if he wants to hit, just hit—why also make her undress? Does he have some perverse fetish?

"Speak." Chen Wuji lightly tapped the feather duster in his palm, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint smile.

Yet that faint smile, paired with his cold eyes and mountain-like aura, looked devoid of warmth, instead hinting at a touch of cruelty.

Yu Yan Chu stammered, "It's just as Hua Yin said earlier: the gatekeeper of this manor carves superb woodwork; seeing it sparked my interest, so I wanted to learn it myself."

"No, take it off!"

Yu Yan Chu's eyes widened in anger, she shouted, "That's exactly how it is; you can't falsely accuse me, I can't just make things up when I know nothing."

"Take it off!"

Yu Yan Chu glared hatefully at Chen Wuji, removed her ornate outer robe, turned her back to him, and said, "Go ahead and hit!"

"I'll note it down first; after I hear everything, I'll settle the score."

"No, you..." Yu Yan Chu, overwhelmed to the point of near withdrawal, truly didn't know what else to say, and indeed could not prove her innocence.

She also roughly knew about those past witchcraft curses; the evidence was simple enough to make one's hair stand on end.

"Why would you think of carving a wooden figure of me?" Chen Wuji asked again, the corner of his mouth teasing.

Yu Yan Chu turned around, struck a nonchalant pose, and said, "That gatekeeper said I'd just started, so I could try carving what I'm most familiar with. I thought around and couldn't think of anything else; it seemed my husband is what I remember most clearly now, so I carved him."

"You say I'm what you remember most clearly? Take it off; such a flimsy excuse—do you even believe it yourself?" Chen Wuji had never actually doubted Yu Yan Chu; he was just teasing her.

"It's recent; lately I really do remember you most clearly!" Yu Yan Chu hesitated while taking off her clothes, resentfully saying, "From maiden to married woman, it's all because of you—I will certainly remember your appearance clearly. What's wrong with that?"

"There is a problem; hurry up!"

"Whatever, just hit me; beat me to death, I won't explain anymore, I'm too exhausted." Yu Yan Chu suddenly gave up, her heaving chest—capable of making noses bleed—thrust forward as she shouted hoarsely, "The fact is exactly as it is; what else could I explain?"

Chen Wuji rested the feather duster on Yu Yan Chu's chest—so alluring that a glance made one unable to restrain oneself—and gently flicked it twice, "Your spirit is quite big, aren't you, not afraid of death?"

"I'm scared! But if you don't believe me, what can I do?" Yu Yan Chu's body trembled slightly, yet her spirit did not wane but grew; that stubborn vigor surged up all at once.

In temperament, she shares many similarities with Qin Zhanhong and Lu Wanwan.

It's unclear whether this is due to martial training, but they all possess a hint of hardness and softness combined.

When soft, they are like water; when hard, they also have the aura to overturn others' skulls.

Chen Wuji suddenly reached out, pulling Yu Yan Chu into his embrace in one motion, "You still glare at me; glare again and let me see—simply put, you've overturned the heavenly order, you've defied me!"

Ah... you hit, just hit, why are you pulling me there, ah...