Chapter 377: I Want

The Yan Clan's branch miss, face full of anger, directly alighted from the large red sedan and walked in step by step.

"Miss, you cannot come down."

"Miss, we haven't arrived yet."

The maids tried to persuade her one by one, but Yan Jiao Jiao directly drove away the maids beside her, her face full of anger.

The large red veil was also removed from her, and she gripped it directly in her hand.

"Xie Feng, you come out for me."

"Xie Feng, what does your Xie Clan mean?"

"Xie Feng! Get out, young lady!"

Yan Jiao Jiao scolded while walking in from outside the gate; when she saw the situation in the courtyard, looking at the men and women, old and young, her brows furrowed and she said, "Who are you?"

"What are you doing in my home?"

"On my Yan Jiao Jiao's wedding day, you dare to cause trouble and move my husband?"

"Someone, hit them!"

Yan Jiao Jiao's domineering attitude directly opened the eyes of the Zhuang Clan people; though they, too, are one of the Jiangnan Four Great Clans, they never imagined the Yan Clan would have such confidence.

"Hit?"

"I dare anyone to move!" Feng Che walked over, looking at Yan Jiao Jiao's arrogant and spoiled demeanor; the Yan Clan's upbringing is truly not something to be respected.

Yan Jiao Jiao snorted, looking at the feeble and sick, and said, "Quite arrogant!"

"In this Jiangnan, no one can rival the Yan Clan's arrogance!"

"Hit!"

She waved her hand, and the Yan Clan's guards all rushed forward, but the Zhuang Clan's guards also came forward.

The Imperial Forest Army in the palace had been guarding the house, because the Princess Consort was inside that house; Fang Zi Leng looked on coldly, then made a gesture, and a squad of them quickly stepped forward, showing no mercy.

When the unarmed strong men faced each other, it was just a brawl; but when they faced the martial Imperial Forest Army, it was like sending them to be slaughtered.

In just a few breaths, the people Yan Jiao Jiao brought lay on the ground, each with swollen faces and bruises, and some had already lost all movement.

Yan Jiao Jiao stepped back and said, "Trash!"

"You're causing trouble on my turf, but do you know the Yan Clan?"

At that moment, a round of applause came from inside the house, and the tightly closed door was also opened.

When Jiang Yunchu came out, her complexion was as white as jade; in the sunlight, her skin looked so delicate it seemed to glow.

Her slender waist, which could be encircled by one hand, swayed gently as she walked.

"What a grand presence."

Jiang Yunchu smiled, the applause gradually faded, she walked up to Yan Jiao Jiao's front, grabbed her chin, and lifted her up.

Looking at that face full of sharp malice, the hand waving with claws, she lightly flung it aside, then, as if disgusted, patted her own hand.

"Well, that's an eye-opener."

Yan Jiao Jiao gritted her teeth, looking at Jiang Yunchu's face, hating her so much her teeth itched.

In this Xie Clan, no one is allowed to be better-looking than her; everyone should be like Qiu Ju, covered in scars and with a ruined face.

This person in front of her is the same!

"Who are you!"

Yan Jiao Jiao gave a cold snort, then adjusted her large red robe; her ostentatious posture was disgusting.

At that moment, Bai Zhi stepped forward and delivered two resounding slaps—'pa-pa'—to Yan Jiao Jiao's face without mercy.

"Is my master someone you can question?"

"What are you?"

That icy face seemed to be looking at something dirty.

"Don't use your dirty eyes to look at my master, or I'll gouge them out." Bai Zhi said, and in the midst of speaking she drew her dagger; the sharp blade flashed coldly in the sunlight.

Yan Jiao Jiao gave a cold snort, looked at Xie Feng, and said, "Trash!"

But……

Who exactly are these people? Why did they come to the Xie Clan on her wedding day? Could it be……

Are they people from the Zhuang Clan?

"I see, you are from the Zhuang Clan?" Yan Jiao Jiao suddenly spoke.

She gave a contemptuous smile, "Zhuang Clan people, no wonder you have such a grand entourage—are you here to fetch your clan's ugly woman back home?"

"You don't even look at your own virtue, trying to steal a person from me, Yan Jiao Jiao."

Originally, Jiang Yunchu hadn't intended to do anything to Yan Jiao Jiao; in her heart, such problems were entirely the Xie Clan's fault.

She was willing to take action against the Xie Clan, but the Yan Clan would depend on the circumstances.

But……

Seeing Yan Jiao Jiao's spoiled and arrogant face, she gave a light smile, that smile carrying a coldness that didn't reach her eyes.

The Yan Clan……

It seems the Yan Clan also put effort into this matter.

Then……

Then let them all not live!

At that moment, the violent factor inside her body began to slowly awaken, involuntarily throbbing.

"Releasing one person from the Yan Clan back always requires someone to leak news." Jiang Yunchu waved her hand.

As for the Yan Clan, she wanted to see whether they were human or ghost.

At that moment, Xie Feng woke up; he had just been in a coma and still didn't know what had happened, but when he saw Yan Jiao Jiao, his eyes lit up.

JiaoJiao, you finally came.

I'm about to be beaten to death by them; you have to help me beat them to death.

Xie Feng truly is a pretty boy; when he looks at Yan JiaoJiao, he doesn't care about the people around him at all.

Yan JiaoJiao walked up to Xie Feng, looking down at him, and said, "Xie Feng, do you think I, Yan JiaoJiao, would want a good-for-nothing?"

Xie Feng panicked, "JiaoJiao, this is all because of you."

It's you who let me kill that dead woman, only then can I marry you and bring you into the family.

JiaoJiao, it's you who made me do this; you can't abandon me.

The Zhuang Clan has already offended him to death; now he only has one path: to tightly cling to the Yan Family's thigh, otherwise he wouldn't know how he'd die.

The Zhuang Clan will definitely kill him; they definitely will.

The commotion outside has nothing to do with the house; that shabby house has nothing but a wooden plank bed and a stool, let alone servants, not even a table.

This is Kang Qiuju's room; earlier everyone was anxious to save people, so they didn't notice these things, but now……

Looking at Kang Qiuju's appearance, everyone gritted their teeth.

Mother, Qiuju can't stay in the Xie Family any longer.

At this moment, Kang Baihe, fearing to trigger something, firmly lifted her head to look at her mother.

If the family doesn't want her, I want her; I will take her to Feng City.

Since ancient times, women who divorce have bad reputations; returning to one's natal home affects the marriage prospects of other girls in the family; her family's Xixi is still young, but Zi Wei and Zhi Chun are not young, and it will affect their marriage discussions.

Zhuang Miao kept holding Kang Qiuju's hand, eyes fixed, fearing that in the blink of an eye her daughter would disappear.

I want.

My daughter, marrying off is my daughter, and divorce is also my daughter.

It's the mother who didn't teach you well; it's the mother who is blind, letting Qiuju marry into the Xie Family—all the mother's fault; what fault does Qiuju have?

Zhuang Miao shed tears while looking at her daughter.