The soul-transmigrating princess was neglected, and the twins beat up their father

Just when Ye Chuxue was slightly stunned, those maids who were as ferocious as hungry wolves had already opened their claws and pounced towards Ye Chuxue.

Ye Chuxue reacted quickly. She flipped her right hand, and several silver needles flashing with cold light appeared in her hand. Then, without hesitation, she attacked, and the silver needles pierced the arms of the maids like lightning.

In an instant, the hands that the maids had extended to Ye Chuxue seemed to have lost all their strength, and fell limply. They looked at Ye Chuxue in horror, as if they had seen a demon from hell.

Ye Xinrou, who had been watching the fight from the side, widened her eyes at this moment. Her eye sockets turned red with anger and unwillingness, like a hideous devil crawling out of the blazing hellfire.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, "You useless bastards! With so many people, you can't even catch a mere bitch like her. What's the point of keeping you? Hurry and get some more help!"

Before she finished speaking, Ye Xinrou was already furious. She staggered but rushed towards Ye Chuxue with great momentum.

However, how could Ye Chuxue just sit there and wait for death? She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a sneer full of sarcasm. At the same time, her body flashed, and with astonishing speed, she reached out and grabbed Ye Xinrou, pulling her into her arms and holding her tightly.

Then, Ye Chuxue took out another silver needle with her left hand and placed it firmly against Ye Xinrou's fair and delicate neck. Her eyes widened as she roared, "Don't move! If anyone dares to take another step forward, don't blame me for being ruthless and making Ye Xinrou bleed to death!"

But even so, Ye Xinrou, who was held hostage in Ye Chuxue's arms, showed no fear at all. Instead, she continued to shout arrogantly, "Ye Chuxue, you ignorant bitch! Let me go right now, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Ye Chuxue's eyes were as cold as ice. The silver needle in her hand, gleaming with a cold light, pierced Ye Xinrou's neck fiercely. Her voice sounded as if it came from the Netherworld, chilling to the bone: "Shut up! Say one more word, and I'll send you to see the King of Hell right now."

As the silver needle entered her body, Ye Xinrou felt her neck become extremely stiff in an instant, as if it was being pressed down by a huge and heavy block of ice.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain spread rapidly from the back of her neck, as if tens of millions of ants were gnawing frantically at her blood. The pain was so intense that Ye Xinrou could not bear it at all. She could not help but frown tightly and open her mouth to scream loudly.

Seeing this, Chang's face instantly turned pale, her face filled with unconcealable worry. Her eyes widened as she cried out anxiously, "Quickly release Rou'er! I'm only asking for a bowl of my own blood to save your grandmother. Besides, our Prime Minister's Mansion has worked so hard to raise you. Now it's time for you to fulfill your filial duty. Is this even too much to ask?"

However, in response to Chang's words, Ye Chuxue sneered disdainfully. She scoffed, "Oh? So the Prime Minister's wife wants my blood to save the old lady? This so-called 'filial piety' is truly moving!"

"In that case, Madam, why don't you donate your blood? Wouldn't that further demonstrate your filial piety? Or, you could let Ye Xinrou donate her blood. Wouldn't it be wonderful to leave this great opportunity of filial piety to you two, mother and daughter?"

As she spoke, the silver needle in Ye Chuxue's hand began to move slowly and casually across Ye Xinrou's delicate face.

"You bastard, as the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, you should be the first to fulfill filial piety. Besides, the genius doctor said that only blood from people under the age of 20 is effective! Rouer has been weak and sickly recently. If she gets sick, she will be passed on to your grandmother. Can you bear this responsibility?" Chang glared at her.

Ye Chuxue raised her eyebrows: "Oh? If something happens to me, can your Prime Minister's Mansion bear the responsibility?"

Chang laughed heartily, as if she had heard something funny. "Haha, you volunteered to save your grandmother. Even if something happened to you, we can only say that you are filial. Who would blame the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Ye Chuxue sneered, "Haha, that's right. Sister Xinrou is willing to donate blood to save grandma. Her filial piety is commendable!"

Ye Chuxue watched coldly, thinking in her heart: I just wanted Ye Xinrou to bleed a little, but you insisted on taking her blood, so don't blame me for being rude.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Chuxue swiftly stretched out her hands and ripped Ye Xinrou's clothes off. Without hesitation, she pulled out several slender silver needles from her bosom and stabbed them accurately and swiftly into Ye Xinrou's heart. Each needle hit the designated spot with unerring precision.

As everyone stared in astonishment, Ye Chuxue gently pulled out the silver needles. In an instant, a shocking scene appeared—streams of blood, as thin as thread, spurted out in a parabolic shape, like water columns from a fountain.

Ye Xinrou was already stunned by the series of events that had unfolded before her eyes. Her once beautiful eyes were now as wide as bells, filled with terror and disbelief.

She just stared at the streams of blood gushing out from her heart, her body so stiff that she couldn't move, and she couldn't even let out a scream.

However, Ye Chuxue appeared calm and composed. She slowly raised her head and shouted to the people around her, "What are you all doing standing there? Hurry up and get a bowl to catch the blood. Otherwise, once the blood dries up, your Second Young Lady will suffer even more!"

Mrs. Chang, who was watching this scene, turned pale as a sheet. She stared at Ye Xinrou in horror, her lips trembling as she screamed, "Ye Chuxue, you ignorant bitch! How dare you treat Rou'er like this? If anything happens to Rou'er, I'll make you pay with your life!"

Hearing Chang's screams, Ye Xinrou finally snapped out of her utter terror. Her face was equally filled with panic, and she too began to scream frantically, "Hurry, someone! Bring me a bowl to collect my blood! If my blood is lost in vain, I will never forgive you! And Ye Chuxue, you dare to hurt me like this? Just wait and see! From now on, I will never reconcile with you until death!"

Chang found an incredible surge of courage, her expression instantly becoming fierce and ferocious, like a completely different person. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the old lady's heavy cane, then smashed it hard against Ye Chuxue's head with all her might.

Meanwhile, Ye Chuxue hadn't anticipated Chang's sudden, frantic move, and couldn't dodge in time. With a dull thud, the cane struck Ye Chuxue squarely on the head.

After suffering such a heavy blow, Ye Chuxue didn't even have time to groan before he felt his eyes go dark and his whole body fell straight back.