Chapter 514: Going mad? Killing many people!

Shisan Niang, upon hearing this, immediately jumped up again, crying as she ran over and hugged Que'er.

Que'er couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried, and she stamped her foot in anger: 'Don't hinder this servant—I still have to protect my young lady!!!'

Shisan Niang, choking with sobs, said: 'I, I'll give you money!'

'I'll give you all a lot of money.'

'Waaah, don't abandon me.'

Hardly had she finished speaking when the noisy clamor from the front courtyard grew louder and louder.

Li Qingluo smelled a stronger stench of blood already drifting over on the damp air.

Shisan Niang was so frightened she was about to faint.

Li Qingluo, seeing her state, said coldly: 'But we need to go back to the front courtyard—are you sure you still want to follow us?'

Shisan Niang exclaimed in shock: 'Are you crazy?'

'I already told you, the people in my father's courtyard have all gone mad. The front courtyard is surely in an uproar now—waaah… I barely managed to run over here, and you actually want to go back? Are you seeking death?'

Li Qingluo: 'Then please go wait by yourself in the purification room!'

Having said that, Li Qingluo gave her no chance to argue, pulling Que'er along as she left.

How could Shisan Niang dare to stay alone?

Her maids had all been cut down.

She didn't want to go back to her death, but she feared waiting alone to die even more.

'I, I… I'll go with you.'

Anyway, she had made up her mind: today she would cling tightly to this maid named Que'er, hoping at least to save her own life.

Que'er rolled her eyes: 'Whose house is this, anyway?'

These two outsiders are even more eager than she, a daughter of the Jiang family!

Li Qingluo also sighed helplessly and shook her head; she could only hurry with Que'er, bringing Shisan Niang back running.

Along the way, bloodstains were everywhere.

Several corpses lay beside the road.

However, the Jiang family is so large that, logically, there should be plenty of guards and household retainers; suppressing such chaos shouldn't be difficult.

Yet the noise only kept growing louder.

The difficult one ought to be Shisan Niang's father.

If he were the eldest son of the old lady, even if he had gone mad and was hacking people everywhere, the Jiang family's servants would really find it hard to lay heavy hands on him.

Sure enough, it was just as Li Qingluo had expected.

When they rushed back to the banquet hall just now, everywhere was a sea of red, with wails filling the air.

Several slaves who seemed to have gone mad, wielding swords and knives, their eyes blood-red, hacked at anyone indiscriminately.

On the ground lay severed limbs and broken arms…

But just as Li Qingluo arrived, those slaves had basically all been struck down on the spot; only a man resembling an elder still brandished his sword, wounding people everywhere.

'It's my father—waaah…' Shisan Niang cried out.

'Sir, sir—please stop, sir!'

'Father——'

On the other side, a woman dressed in extremely splendid attire, leading three children, stood there crying even louder than Shisan Niang.

Yet everyone in the courtyard watched as that elder, sword in hand, killed another maid; even the guards nearby were eager to give it a try, but no one really dared to rush forward and subdue him.

Li Qingluo looked at this utterly bizarre scene of the Jiang family, and doubts welled up in her heart.

The guests' faces were filled with shock.

The Jiang family members hesitated, undecided.

Even among the dead and wounded in this courtyard, not all were servants; some were guest masters as well.

Even so, the Old Lady Jiang merely wore a look of grief and terror, long delaying any decisive action.

'Still not taking him down!'

Until a voice rang out in rebuke.

Only then did the guards and servants rush forward, pressing Shisan Niang's father firmly to the ground.

The one who came was none other than the Jiang family's eldest master, and also the current head of the Jiang family, Minister Jiang.

He was the eldest son of the old lady, while Shisan Niang's father was her third son.

Now, seeing her youngest son pressed to the ground, the old lady's face was full of anguish: 'Don't hurt him!!'

But when Third Master Jiang went berserk, his eyes blood-red, he hardly looked human anymore.

Several people saw they could barely hold him down, so Minister Jiang stepped forward quickly, grabbed a stick, and dealt a heavy blow to his head.

'Kill him—let it be payment for the lives of these innocents!'

'Hurry up and drag him away!'

Third Master Jiang finally lost consciousness completely.

He was first trussed up tightly, then taken away.

Yet, with so many guests' eyes still fixed on the scene, everywhere the wounded remained wounded and the dead remained dead.

All those who came today were prominent families of Nan'an.

And how should this be explained?

Even Minister Jiang's legs were going weak at this moment.

The sky of the Jiang family has collapsed.

The Ministry of Punishments, the Grand Court, and the Nan'an Prefecture Office all quickly rushed to the Jiang family.

Jiang Old Lady still wanted to defend her youngest son.

But seeing the blood all around, she couldn't say another word.

All the families were wailing, demanding they pay with their lives and give an explanation.

But the Jiang family themselves didn't even know what the situation was.

Jiang Old Lady's birthday banquet had thus become a bloody crime scene.

She couldn't bear the blow, and it was said that she collapsed from severe illness that night.

Duan Rongshi quickly made his way through the crowd to find Li Qingluo.

"Where did you just go?"

Seeing that her clothes were still stained with quite a bit of blood, his expression instantly tightened.

"Are you hurt?"

Duan Rongshi took Li Qingluo's hand and quickly examined her up and down.

Li Qingluo hurried to soothe him: "Ah Shi, I'm fine."

"It's just someone else's blood on me."

"I'm fine."

Moreover, with her current skills, ordinary people couldn't hurt her.

Li Qingluo didn't care that there were still many people around; she tightly gripped Duan Rongshi's hand and gave him a once-over.

After confirming they were both unharmed, the concern in their eyes finally eased.

Beside them, Thirteenth Lady suddenly spoke: "Is... this your husband?"

Li Qingluo turned her head to look at her.

She noticed that the woman's gaze fixed on Duan Rongshi was overly eager.

By a woman's intuition, a flicker of displeasure rose in Li Qingluo's heart.

She gave a slight nod, "If there's nothing wrong, Thirteenth Lady, could you release my maid?"

Only then did Thirteenth Lady curl her lip and push Que'er away.

"What's the big deal? I'll just give it back to you."

"Sir, may I ask your surname and name? Are you from Glory and Joy County?"

Li Qingluo and Duan Rongshi quickly exchanged a glance.

"Glory and Joy County?"

This was originally the place they had assumed for their false identities; how could Thirteenth Lady have coincidentally guessed it?

Duan Rongshi stared coldly, not even glancing at Jiang Thirteenth Lady.

Instead, he took Li Qingluo's hand and said, "My love, let's go home."

After the two left, Thirteenth Lady's gaze lingered obsessively on Duan Rongshi's retreating figure.

Her eyes filled with endless desolation and sorrow: "Is it you... Wu Lang?"