C17 South Suppressing King

The air was silent for a moment, and just when Woo San was nearly overwhelmed by the pressure from above, a deep voice spoke again, "What has she been up to lately?"

The "she" in question was undoubtedly the woman who had pawned the jade pendant. Woo San felt as if the sky was falling on him. He hadn't received any orders to investigate her, so he hadn't followed up. Unexpectedly, the Lord was asking about her today.

Gritting his teeth, Woo San bowed even lower. "I have failed, my Lord. Please punish me."

Something flew past his eyes, and Woo San quickly reached out to catch it. It was the green jade pendant, symbolizing the unparalleled power and prestige of its owner.

"Return it to her and find out what she's been doing today."

A black robe swished past, growing more distant. Only when Woo San was alone in the room did he finally exhale and relax. His muscles had been tense with anxiety, and now, as they loosened, he felt a dull ache. But it was better than facing the Lord's intimidating presence.

Carefully tucking the jade pendant away, Woo San stood up and left the room.

...

That evening, the South Suppressing King Mansion was brightly lit.

Bai Liyuv was still examining the newly acquired silver needles when the door was forcefully kicked open. Led by Madam Zhou, several servants stormed in, looking down at her. With a wave of her hand, Madam Zhou commanded, "Escort the Third Miss to the main hall!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two burly women stepped forward. They were the same ones who had blocked her from leaving earlier, now glaring at her with resentment and ready to grab her.

Bai Liyuv clicked her tongue, slammed the table, and coldly fixed her gaze on them, declaring sharply, "Let's see who dares to touch me!"

Her presence was intimidating, her eyes like icy daggers. The women's hands froze mid-air, too scared to move any closer.

Bai Liyuv cast a sidelong glance at the older woman, Madam Zhou, and brushed past the two women, straightening her clothes and lifting her chin slightly. "I'll walk myself," she said coolly.

Madam Zhou's face twitched, and she gave Bai Liyuv a long, hard look before stepping aside. As Bai Liyuv walked past, Madam Zhou followed closely behind, with four other women surrounding her as if she might make a run for it.

They made their way into the main hall, where three people stood. A middle-aged man, still somewhat handsome but with a pale complexion and dark circles under his eyes, looked like someone worn out by a life of excess. Beside him stood a woman in her thirties, dressed in luxurious attire, her hair piled high and adorned with jewels. She was dabbing at the corners of her eyes, her face a picture of sorrow and grievance.

At noon, Bai Mengci, who had hit her head, stood beside the two people, tears still in her eyes. The middle-aged man wore an angry expression, clearly having heard Bai Mengci's complaints.

As Bai Liyuv entered the main hall, the South Suppressing King pointed at her, shouting furiously, "You ungrateful child! Kneel before me! How dare you lay a hand on your sister, and with such cruelty! Do you have any respect for me as your father? How could I have such a heartless daughter?"

"What did you just call me?" Bai Liyuv raised an eyebrow. "Ungrateful child?" She then chuckled, "Doesn't that make you the father of an ungrateful child, an old ingrate? Your precious daughter is a little ingrate, and your wife, an ingrate too."