After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains

Chapter 99

Jiang Changtian also laughed.

He laughed with tears in his eyes.

It was extremely funny.

He was crawling on the ground like a dog, begging for a meal to keep his wife and child alive. Old Lady Jiang said there is no resentment between mother and son that lasts overnight.

Today, Old Lady Jiang actually shed tears.

Nobody else's blood, even when dried, was worth as much as a single tear of Old Lady Jiang.

Jiang Changtian laughed heartily, "Hahaha!"

He laughed, looking up at the sky.

His laughter was a little manic.

The corners of his deep eyes were red and spread.

He raised his sword.

With one swing, he slashed the bowls and chopsticks in front of him.

Broth splashed everywhere.

"That year, I was weak and incapable, I tried to drown myself in the river, but Xia pulled me out and saved my life. She said she wasn't afraid of death, so what was there to be afraid of? We must live on."

"That year, Old Lady Jiang, I returned my life to you."

"From then on, my life was given by Xia. To repay her for saving my life, I offered myself to her in marriage. What's wrong with that? The whole village witnessed it, I used my life as the betrothal gift, and formally asked to marry her. She is my wife, and in this lifetime, I, Jiang Changtian, swear to take only her as my wife."

Jiang Mianmian was in her Mom's arms, and she saw her Mom shedding tears too, big drops rolling down.

The chopsticks in her Mom's hand were bent.

"Today, I'm not here to play the trick of mother and son reuniting or putting the broken mirror back together. I just want to ask Old Lady Jiang one question: who am I, really? Am I your flesh and blood? Why have you tried to kill me time and again?"

Hardly any of the dishes on the table had been touched.

When Jiang Changtian swung his sword, the broth splashed onto the people around.

Old Lady Jiang's exquisite lotus robe was stained with broth, and even her well-maintained face had broth splattered on it.

Jiang Huaisheng's satin robe not only had broth on it, but also pieces of vegetable hanging off it.

Jiang Wan hid behind her grandmother and luckily avoided getting dirty.

Of course, Jiang Changtian himself was also splashed, but he didn't care. He had good looks, so nobody paid attention to his clothes.

At this moment, Old Lady Jiang calmly wiped the broth off her face, remaining composed.

Aunt Yao stepped forward and stood in front of the Old Lady, angrily scolding, "If the Old Lady really wanted you dead, how could you have lived until today? Young Master, everything the Old Lady has done was for your own good."

Jiang Huaisheng was also very angry, shouting, "What are you making a fuss about? If you're not satisfied, take it up with me."

Everyone was agitated. Even the young lady who had screamed earlier forgot about crying and was excitedly watching the scene unfold.

No matter if they were from ancient times or not, everyone was thrilled.

Although this setting was inappropriate, nobody could stop themselves from watching.

A fight was breaking out.

The youngest son of the Jiang family was so brave.

After being influenced by the rebels, he was going all out.

Pointing his sword at his own mother.

Jiang Changtian recalled the past, one event after another. Who could know that he felt like vomiting when eating meat, that he was afraid of the dark, that he couldn't sleep alone and would stay awake all night waiting for dawn? He had harmed himself before, his body was given by his parents, he didn't understand why his mother disliked him. He had cut open his own skin one slash after another, watching the blood blossom out. He was sick.

He was gravely ill, and had wanted to die countless times.

He held his sword, looking at Jiang Huaisheng, Old Lady Jiang, Jiang Wan, Aunt Yao, and the guards.

Today, he didn't need to explain himself. He needed a resolution.

Looking at Aunt Yao's face full of wrinkles, he had been frightened awake by this face in his dreams countless times.

She seemed like a demon or monster who could devour people.

Aunt Yao glared fiercely at Jiang Changtian, just like every time she had seen this beast in the past.

Although she was just a maid, she had been trained since childhood and was exceptionally strong.

In the past, whenever she grabbed the Young Master, it was like an eagle seizing a chick.

She was used to it.

The Young Master holding a sword was just putting on an act. He wouldn't dare use it. At most, he would slash some bowls and chopsticks.

Because as he held the sword, his expression was more pitiful than anyone else's.

Apparently, the word "pitiful" could also be used to describe a man.

Jiang Wan was taken aback.

Hiding behind her grandmother, she looked at the sword-wielding man and found him alluringly beautiful, unable to think of anyone more handsome.

Aunt Yao stepped forward.

She held her head high, her chest puffed out, using her body to block the sword's point, not afraid at all. With a disdainful look and a booming voice, she shouted, "Young Master, don't persist in your delusions. If you've done wrong, admit it. Quickly apologize to the Old Lady."

"Pfft!"

Countless times in the past, when Aunt Yao stepped forward, Jiang Changtian had retreated in terror.

He had retreated countless times, until there was nowhere left to retreat.

Today, he held a sword.

Behind him were his wife and child.

He had no path to retreat, he could not retreat.

He took a step forward.

The sword also stepped forward.

Aunt Yao's ferocious expression froze, her eyes bulging, unbelievingly looking down at her chest.

A sword had truly pierced it.

Jiang Changtian didn't twist it, he just forcefully stepped forward.

The sword sliced through Aunt Yao's winter clothes somewhat smoothly. Aunt Yao was well-dressed, her maid's clothes were better than what his wife Xia wore. Her outer garment was a padded coat, with silk underneath. It was said that wearing silk as an undergarment could prevent an arrow from causing a fatal wound by wrapping around the arrowhead.

But what if it was pierced by a sword?

Jiang Changtian had only harmed himself before, he had never personally killed anyone else.

At this moment, Aunt Yao's body was rather thick, not so easy to pierce through.

But when he was locked in the dark room, he had envisioned the structure of the human body countless times in his mind.

He didn't mean to kill, he just wanted to die.

He just wanted to figure out how to die quickly and painlessly.

Now he was putting that knowledge to use.

Not letting any bit of knowledge go to waste.

He was using it on Aunt Yao.