My Silly, Sweet Wife

"So, because he was at the scene, it means he did it?" Zhao Kaifeng snorted coldly, "There were so many people at the scene. Why say it was Zhao Yi? Don’t the others have any suspicion?"

"You..." Nolan Bao was at a loss for words, stuttered a couple of times, and could only look at his big brother.

Nolan Hu also didn’t expect Zhao Kaifeng to be so sharp-tongued and laughed heartily, "You’re right, we can’t prove Yu’er’s death was done by Zhao Yi right now, but we can’t prove it wasn’t him either. So, until the truth is revealed, he cannot leave here!"

"Yes, big brother is right!" Nolan Bao clapped his head, feeling that Nolan Hu made sense, "You want to take Zhao Yi away? Hmph, come on, if you dare to grab him, see if I won’t slaughter you!"

"You’re talking nonsense, hand him over quickly, otherwise, once big brother comes personally, it won’t be a friendly negotiation!" Zhao Ke shouted while hiding behind Zhao Kaifeng, appearing imposing but not daring to step forward.

Zhao Kaifeng frowned, "Really not letting him go?"

"Hehe, please leave!" Nolan Hu made a gesture of invitation, "I don’t want to strain relations with your Zhao Family too much; if you insist on taking him, this is the Nolan Family, and the consequences are yours to bear!"

"You, you... You’re simply too much!" Zhao Ke didn’t expect them not to let him go and wanted to argue further but was stopped by Zhao Kaifeng, "Fine, if that’s the case, we will meet again!"

After speaking, he pulled Zhao Kaifeng and turned to leave.

"What are you doing, you coward? We didn’t bring Yi’er back, big brother will definitely punish us!" Once they left the Nolan Family, Zhao Ke shook off Zhao Kaifeng’s hand, aggrieved.

Zhao Kaifeng gave Zhao Ke a glance, "Alright, if you want to, then go bring Yi’er back yourself now."

"I, I..." Zhao Ke stammered, clearly not daring to forcibly seize him.

"Let’s go back and report the situation to big brother; this matter requires his decision!" Zhao Kaifeng sighed, saying no more, and turned to head back to the Zhao Family.

Afraid of being plotted against by the Nolan Family, Zhao Ke didn’t dare slack and quickly followed behind Zhao Kaifeng.

Back at the Zhao Family, Zhao Wencheng, hearing their words, smashed the stone table in front of him to pieces with a slap, "Alright, they actually dare bully our Zhao Family, it seems, without teaching the Nolan Family a lesson, they really think our Zhao Family is easy to bully!"

"Exactly, big brother, you didn’t see the look of the Nolan Family, they are simply overbearing, I think they didn’t even put you in their eyes." Zhao Ke added exaggeratedly.

Zhao Wencheng snorted coldly, ignoring Zhao Ke’s words, instead waving his hand to signal them to leave.

Though not knowing what Zhao Wencheng planned to do, Zhao Ke and Zhao Kaifeng both said no more, parted, and exited.

"Hmph, Nolan Family, I think you’re living recklessly!" Zhao Wencheng looked grim, turning towards the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall.

There, the Zhao Family’s ancestors were enshrined.

Seven coffins were inside the hall, representing seven generations of the Zhao Family having passed.

The one closest inside the hall was a stone coffin.

The stone coffin looked the oldest but was incredibly dense in material; one glance showed it wasn’t ordinary.

After closing the hall’s doors, Zhao Wencheng gazed at those seven coffins, slowly knelt down, and bowed his head towards them.

"Our Zhao Family has been in Taihe Town for seven generations, the ninth is already coming forth. Back then, we came because we were pursued by enemies. Those enemies chased us because our Zhao Family possesses a formidable Cultivation Technique, the Devouring Blood Scripture."

At this point, Zhao Wencheng lifted his head, eyes showing a fervent fire, "Ancestral lineage, you’ve always taught me not to reveal or cultivate this technique, but now the Nolan Family bullies us, should we stand by idly? Do we permit their bullying?"

"No, definitely not possible!"

Zhao Wencheng stood up indignantly, "You are lying here, detached from Zhao Family affairs, but as the current Family Head, I cannot ignore Zhao Family matters!"

He spoke, stomping his foot hard, breaking the brick beneath his kneeling mat.

There, revealed was a rusted box.

Cupping the box with both hands, Zhao Wencheng opened it, inside lay a quiet parchment.

The parchment was already yellowed, stained with many blood marks, appearing quite aged.

Taking the parchment out, Zhao Wencheng’s face showed a blood-thirsty fanaticism, lifting it high, "Today, I intend to cultivate the Devouring Blood Technique, using your blood to aid me, after achieving mastery, I’ll elevate our Zhao Family to new heights. Then, you will surely be proud! Your sacrifices will be worth it!"

"Haha, haha, after today, I will become the most terrifying existence in Taihe Town, a nightmare to everyone!"

While speaking, Zhao Wencheng reached out, then suddenly waved his hand.

A gust of wind howled by.

The seven coffins seemed to be struck by something, shaking violently, even the lids seemed unable to stay on.

Within seconds, as the coffins trembled more intensely, each lid flew open, clattering to the ground.

Outside, Zhao Ke saw Zhao Wencheng approach the ancestral hall, intending to join him in worship, but saw him close the doors.