Chapter 160: Annihilation of the Clan

If Miss Liu cannot provide a reasonable explanation today, do not blame Chu for lacking manners! Chu Junhan stepped forward relentlessly, pressing the young girl before him to lower her head even further.

Suddenly, the girl lifted her head abruptly, her eyes brimming with tears, a mix of exasperation and heartbreak in her expression, Do you love her?

What? Chu Junhan looked at the tearful figure in front of him in sheer bewilderment, looking completely baffled. Whether I like her or not is your justification for resorting to such malicious means?

I am malicious? Liu Yaner stared back at the young man, in whose eyes she could see only anger, devoid of a single trace of emotion. She merely sneered with sarcasm, Even if I am malicious, what right does General Chu have to lecture me?

No... The young man placed his hands on his hips, speechless. She is my person. You hurt her, and you mean to say I, the General, cannot even inquire about it?

She is not your person; she belongs to the Jiuling Trading House. Liu Yaner’s gaze was resolute. The very first time she crossed paths with Shuangjiang, she had already sent people to investigate her background.

She was now all the more certain that Chu Junhan harbored feelings for this girl named Shuangjiang; otherwise, he would not make such a fuss against her over an irrelevant person, thereby destroying the last straw of support she had left in Pingzhou.

Knowing she is a person of my Jiuling Trading House, Miss Liu still dared to harm her. You truly hold no regard for my Lord Jiuling.

Just as Chu Junhan was left entirely at a loss for words, a youth dressed in white descended from the sky. Not a single trace of emotion could be read on his face as his gaze locked straight onto Liu Yaner.

Wei Ziyuan? Chu Junhan narrowed her eyes, filled with displeasure. Where was he when she needed him earlier? He just had to show up to save the day... No, could this be a trap they set up together?!

Having been tricked by youths too many times, she had grown jumpy, and she cast a wary glance at the newcomer.

Upon seeing the descending youth, Liu Yaner was startled for a moment before sneering coldly, Merely a lowly merchant, what is there for this young lady not to dare? As for this young master, who are you? How dare you trespass into my Liu Manor! Men, take him down!

Following the young girl's command, not a single household servant around them made a move; each of them simply stood in place, staring at her.

Are you all deaf? I told you to take him down! Liu Yaner pointed angrily at the servants, sweeping her finger in a circle, yet the servants remained utterly motionless!

Miss Liu, they do not seem to be listening to you! The young man in white looked at Liu Yaner with playful amusement. With that, he flicked his fingers in a gesture and commanded, Kneel!

At your service, Young Master! In unison, the surrounding servants all dropped to their knees, their voices ringing out in perfect harmony.

Everyone present, save for the dying Shuangjiang, wore an expression of profound shock. This felt like a scene straight out of a massive cult gathering... What on earth was going on?

A servant approached the white-clad youth, bowing deeply at the waist, Reporting to Young Master, your subordinates have already cleared out the Prime Minister's residence. There are no survivors!

What? An annihilation of the household? An execution in broad daylight?

Chu Junhan could not help but glance sideways at the young man, a chill running straight down her spine. This... this Jiuling Trading House truly permeated everywhere!

Whether out of terror or sheer disbelief, Liu Yaner felt her legs turn to jelly, and she collapsed heavily to the ground.

The servants before her were all people who had served in the Prime Minister's residence for over a decade, people who had spent day and night by her side for more than ten years. Yet, because of a single snap of the young man's fingers, they had just annihilated her entire family!

No... You are lying! The fallen girl widened her eyes, glaring furiously at the white-clad youth as she shook her head vehemently.

The youth in white walked up to her, gently hooked her chin upward, and flashed a mesmerizing yet chilling smile. His voice, however, sounded as though it had risen from the nether realms of purgatory, Remember this: the only reason I am sparing your life today is because of your name, Yaner. If you ever dare to touch anyone of mine again, I will make you wish you were dead.

Having said that, the young man scooped up Shuangjiang and walked out. The servants followed closely behind, leaving behind three stunned onlookers.