When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

"what--"

A Luan suddenly let out a scream.

Blood was splattered everywhere in the house, but she didn't feel any pain.

Looking at the source of the blood, it turned out that Mu Yuntao's head and body had been separated. His head still maintained an expression of fear, and he died with his eyes open.

A wisp of soul floated out of Mu Yuntao's body, but was instantly locked tightly by Jiang Song's spiritual power and could not escape.

She gathered a ball of lightning and fire, and instantly devoured the soul, leaving not even a trace of ash.

The few remaining bastards in the house had already collapsed on the ground with fear, their faces pale and they didn't even have the strength to cry or scream.

Last time, Jiang Song thought that Mu Yuntao and she had just had a small quarrel, and she only destroyed his offspring but did not take his life.

But this time, Mu Yuntao not only wanted to force Jiang Shu to marry him, he also had the idea of ​​taking away her essence, which was worse than that of an animal.

How could Jiang Song spare his life?

Kill people and destroy their souls!

A villain like Mu Yuntao deserves to die. He doesn't even deserve the right to reincarnate!

After Jiang Song dealt with Mu Yuntao, he did not stay in the house for long.

Her soul transformed into a stream of light and rushed towards the Marquis of Anding's Mansion.

Jiang Song seemed to have sensed something, his heart was beating like a drum, and an ominous premonition lingered in his mind.

It was late at night in the Marquis of Anding's Mansion, but the lights in Jiang Buli's study were still brightly lit.

"My Lord, I beg you, don't send Shu'er to the Mu family, she will die!"

Qiao Wanyu knelt in the middle of the study, crying and sobbing.

Her forehead was broken, and blood was running down her cheek and dripping onto the bluestone floor, leaving behind shocking bloodstains.

Jiang Buli sat behind the desk with a cold look in his eyes, not moved at all.

He was holding an account book in his hand, seemingly concentrating on the numbers on it, and turning a deaf ear to Qiao Wanyu's pleas.

"My Lord, please give Shu'er a chance to live, considering how devotedly I have served you for so many years!"

Qiao Wanyu's voice was hoarse, and despair was spreading in her heart.

Jiang Buli finally raised his head and swept his eyes across Qiao Wanyu like a knife.

"Wanyu, you've always been obedient, so why are you so inconsiderate today? Shu'er's marriage into the Mu family is a blessing she's earned through many lifetimes. How dare you stand in her way?"

"Besides, Shu'er's marriage is for the future of the Jiang family, for the prosperity of the entire family. The Mu family is a prominent family, and this marriage will only benefit the Jiang family."

"My Lord, do you know what kind of person Mu Yuntao is?"

"He is cruel and merciless, and extremely licentious. If Shu'er were to marry him, who knows how she would be tortured! I beg you, please let Shu'er go!"

Qiao Wanyu cried and screamed, clutching her clothes tightly with both hands, trying to awaken Jiang Buli's conscience.

Jiang Buli frowned, his face as gloomy as water.

He stood up, slowly walked to Qiao Wanyu, squatted down, looked at her and said, "Wanyu, the Mu family will be here soon, why don't you go and spend more time with Shu'er?"

When Qiao Wanyu heard this, she was struck by lightning. She stood there in a daze, tears silently streaming down her face.

A huge feeling of powerlessness enveloped her tightly. She knew that no matter how much she begged, she could not change Jiang Buli's decision.

She slowly stood up and walked towards the door with heavy steps.

Qiao Wanyu came to the courtyard where she lived and walked into Jiang Shu's room.

A red wedding dress was quietly spread on the bed, as bright red as fire and extremely dazzling.

Jiang Shu sat in front of the bronze mirror, her face showing no joy of becoming a bride, only deep despair and helplessness.

"Mom..." Seeing Qiao Wanyu come in, Jiang Shu called softly, her eyes instantly red.

Qiao Wanyu walked to Jiang Shu and gently stroked her hair. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall.

"Shu'er, my dear child, it's your mother who is sorry for you."

Jiang Shu shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mom, this is not your fault. It's my bad luck."

"Shu'er, mother will take you to a very warm place where you will never be hurt again."

A hint of determination flashed in Qiao Wanyu's eyes. She had already made a decisive and sad decision in her heart.

She took out a packet of powder from her sleeve. It was a highly toxic substance that she had prepared long ago. It was colorless and odorless, enough to kill a person silently in their sleep.

"Mom, I want to see my third sister, just this once, okay?" Jiang Shu suddenly raised her head, with a pleading glint in her eyes.

"Shu'er, your third sister can't save us mother and daughter, so we shouldn't implicate her anymore." Qiao Wanyu's heart tightened and she quickly advised.

"Mother will always be with you and will never let you be alone. Wherever you are, mother will be there."

The Jiang family deliberately chose to marry Jiang Shu off on the day of Fengwu College's entrance exam, simply to make Jiang Song uneasy and fail the exam.

Fortunately, the child is different from her mother and will not do stupid things that she knows are wrong.

When Jiang Shu heard this, the light in her eyes dimmed and tears rolled down her cheeks again.

She knew that her request was too extravagant. Her third sister was currently writing furiously in the examination room, working hard for her future. How could she appear here?

Well, it’s better not to let her know about this misfortune, so as not to distract her and make her sad.

Qiao Wanyu carefully poured the powder into Jiang Shu's teacup, then stirred it gently until the powder was completely dissolved and the tea became clear again.

"Shu'er, come and have a glass of water. Mother will chat with you." Qiao Wanyu suppressed the grief in her heart and handed the teacup to Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu took the teacup and looked at the tea inside with empty eyes, as if she had already foreseen her own ending.

Rather than suffering from Mu Yuntao's torture, it is better to leave quietly, perhaps retaining a trace of dignity.

Qiao Wanyu and Jiang Shu smiled at each other and raised the teacups in their hands, as if they were performing a silent farewell ceremony.

"Shu'er, come, let's have a toast."

"Don't be a mother's child in your next life. Find a good family and live a happy life."

Qiao Wanyu's voice was choked with sobs, and she looked at Jiang Shu reluctantly.

Jiang Shu shook her head fiercely, and her tears fell into the teacup, blending with the tea. It was impossible to tell whether it was tea or tears.

"Mom, if there is an afterlife, I hope I can still be your child. But then, I hope we can live a simple and happy life."

The two men clinked their glasses and raised their teacups to drink.

"Wow!"

A snow-white figure broke in through the window, bringing with it a gust of wind that knocked the teacup out of Jiang Shu's hand, splashing tea everywhere.

The carpet was instantly soaked with tea, and the deadly powder failed to work.

"Xuetuan!" Qiao Wanyu exclaimed in surprise. She recognized the snow-white figure that broke in through the window. It was Xuetuan, the puppy raised by Jiang Song.

Jiang Shu was also stunned. She shifted her gaze from the teacup on the ground to Xuetuan. "Xuetuan, why are you here?!"

"Wang Wang!"

Xuetuan seemed to understand human language. It wagged its tail and barked at the two of them a few times, appearing extremely anxious.

"Mom, Xuetuan saved us, and it wants us to live." Jiang Shu reacted, and a glimmer of life flashed in her eyes.