Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

After hearing this, Song felt her whole body going numb from her scalp all the way to her limbs.

The Lu family? Yue Ran’s aunt’s family?

Zi Yu had clearly written in a letter that the Lu family had never been polite to him at Xilu Academy and they could not even say a word to him.

Why would the Lu family suddenly bring Ziyu back to Beijing when the two groups of people have never gotten along?

Those people with the surname Lu are all bad people. When they get angry, they will even beat the prince.

If Yue Ran asked them to take action against Zi Yu, they would definitely not hesitate.

This damn girl was able to hang Yue Ziyu up and whip him when she was only fourteen years old. Now that she's back from the battlefield, she's only more vicious than before.

Song turned around and grabbed Yue Ran's sleeve, her eyes full of bloodshot:

"Yue Ran, do you still have any humanity left? Zi Yu is your biological brother. He is only seventeen years old. He is still a child!"

Yue Ran's lips were full of sarcasm, and he laughed softly:

"What qualifications do you have to say such things?"

"Yue Zihuan is my father's biological son, so how did he treat Dingbei Palace?"

"He was unkind first, and then I was unjust."

She gently pushed Song aside, brushed her sleeves, and asked again:

"I'll ask you one last time, who do you want to live and who do you want to die?"

Song's whole body was shaking like a leaf in the wind. She broke down and cried out, shouting at the top of her lungs:

"They are all flesh that fell from my body, I want them all alive!"

Yue Ran glanced at Song coldly, then turned and left:

"In that case, I will send both of their heads to accompany you."

These words were like the judgment of the god of death. Song went crazy after hearing them and rushed towards Yue Ran desperately:

"No!"

Yue Ran stepped aside nimbly, and Song missed her chance and bumped her head on the half-foot-high stone threshold, leaving a large skin break on her forehead and blood dripping down her nose.

Song wiped her face. Stimulated by the blood on her hands, she slowly turned her head and whispered in despair:

"What do you want to do? What do you want me to do to let my son go?"

Yue Ran waved her hand, and Yu Qi immediately placed a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil in front of Song.

Song knelt on the ground, her eyes full of panic. She rolled her eyes:

"I didn't read much when I was young, and I'm not very good at writing..."

Yue Ran's patience had run out. She brought the burning incense burner on the family temple table to Song's eyes:

"I'll give you half an incense stick of time. Whether you will be childless in the future or have a son to take care of you in your old age depends on what you can do in this half an incense stick."

Song stared at the incense burner, tears and cold sweat mixed together, and deep despair completely surrounded her.

Late at night, at the ancestral temple of Prince Dingbei.

Several men in black protected a man and climbed over the wall. They looked around for a moment to make sure that no one was around, and then quietly approached Song's room in the ancestral temple.

There was a very light knock on the door.

Almost at the same time, Song's horrified voice came from the room:

"Who?"

The shadow outside the door paused and lowered his voice:

"Mother, it's me."

There were suddenly hurried footsteps in the room and the sound of a stool being kicked over. Soon the door was opened from the inside, revealing Song's pale and miserable face.

She stared blankly at Yue Zihuan outside the door, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

Yue Zihuan's vigilant nerves suddenly relaxed, and he comforted him softly:

"Don't be afraid, mother. Your son will protect you."

Song hurriedly pulled up her sleeves to wipe her tears, and then she saw that there were several men in black behind Yue Zihuan. She quickly grabbed Yue Zihuan's arm:

"Zihuan, who are they?"

Yue Zihuan smiled complacently and pointed to the east:

"It's the one sent to protect my son."

He looked down and saw the chilblains on Song's hands, and anger rose on his face:

"Mother has suffered a lot during this period of time. Let's pack up and leave this damn place immediately!"

He took Song's hand and was about to leave, but Song seemed to be nailed to the ground and did not move:

"Zihuan, what are you talking about? The ancestors of the Dingbei Palace are enshrined in the family temple. How can you be so rude?"

Yue Zihuan narrowed his eyes and looked towards the dim ancestral hall, snorting coldly:

"Ancestor? I call out ancestor, will anyone respond?"

Song stared at her eldest son blankly, as if she was meeting him for the first time.

Over the years, Yue Zihuan was always the most sincere one who went to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors every year.

Since when did my son become different?

"Zihuan, mother cannot leave. Mother's wealth and glory all depend on your father. If I leave, I will never be able to return to the palace."

Song suddenly calmed down, returned to the room, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

Yue Zihuan became anxious upon seeing this, and spoke hurriedly:

"Mother, please wake up. Father doesn't even recognize me as his son. How much affection does he still have for you?"

He entered the house and held Song's hand:

"Listen to me and leave with me. I promise that as long as that person succeeds, I will earn back all your wealth and glory in the future!"

Song looked at Yue Zihuan's face with a complicated expression. She reached out and gently stroked her son's face for a moment, then closed her eyes and shook her head:

"Stop talking, go now. Mother will never leave your father."

Yue Zihuan's eyes became more anxious, but the man in black outside the door spoke gloomily:

"My Lord, the Lord has made it very clear. If the princess is determined not to leave, we will have no choice but to take action!"

In the dark corner of the family temple, the killer's voice was as low as the deepest undercurrent of midnight, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between cold lips.

His tone was flat and restrained, as if he was talking about nothing but the most ordinary thing, but the chill contained in his voice made Song and Yue Zihuan feel a chill on their backs at the same time.

The mother and son looked at each other and saw the unconcealable fear in each other's eyes.

Especially Song, she only realized at this moment that the man in black who came with her son to pick her up was also the one who wanted to kill her and silence her!

Yue Zihuan quickly turned around and begged:

"Please give me a little more time, I will let my mother go with me."

Song looked with cold sweat at the men in black standing still at the door like black pillars. She had lived to the age of forty, and this was the first time she felt death was so close to her.

"I..." The words "I'm willing to go" lingered on her tongue for a long time, but in the end she didn't say them out loud.

Even if she wanted to leave, it was too late now.

A clear voice appeared in the ancestral temple:

"None of you can leave. Now that you are here, you all should stay here!"

When Yue Zihuan heard the voice, his pupils suddenly constricted and he turned back abruptly to look at Song.

But he saw that his mother avoided his sight, which was rare.

"Mother, you?"

Yue Zihuan murmured in disbelief.

In the darkness outside the door, Yue Ran's figure walked towards her step by step. She was dressed in dark clothes and held a sharp sword in her hand.

Countless torches were erected on the high walls surrounding the ancestral temple, and archers with white feather arrows were aiming at Yue Zihuan and others.

Several men in black exchanged sharp glances with each other. They were not prepared to deal with Yue Ran. Instead, they raised the long swords in their hands and rushed straight towards Yue Zihuan and Song.

The screams suddenly pierced the quiet night sky above the ancestral temple.