Inside the Sanquan mansion, a middle-aged man in a navy blue dress came slowly.
Correct facial features, brows furrowed, very handsome, the whole person seems to be calm and majestic.
This person is the suzerain of Sanquan Sect—Ye Tiankuang.
"Father... Father, help me..." Ye Qingling, who fell on the ground and kept moaning in pain, saw the savior, stretched out his small hand, and grabbed that Ye Tian frantically.
Ye Tiankuang's face darkened, and his sharp eyes squinted at the followers who followed closely behind him.
The entourage understood, and immediately stepped forward, holding Ye Qingling on one left and one on the right, and carried it into the mansion.
"Fourth Sister! Fourth Sister! What, what's going on?" Suddenly, a scream sounded.
Then I saw a woman in a long crimson dress walking out of the mansion. She combed her cumbersome hair, and her beaded steps were shaking and clanging, making her gentle little face even more elegant and dignified.
Her gaze fell on Ye Qingling who was carried away by her followers.
"Father, what happened to the fourth sister? Why was she injured so badly?" She walked over quickly.
"I also want to ask, what's going on!" Ye Tiankuang shot Ye Qingluo with his cold and sharp eyes.
But when his eyes touched Ye Qingluo, his surprise was fleeting, and he was amazed at Ye Qingluo's change.
Soon, he suppressed all his emotions, his eyes were cold, and he shouted sharply: "Sinister! Get over here!"
Ye Qingluo folded his arms around his chest, with an expression of watching a play, and ignored Ye Tiankuang's call at all.
In his memory, Ye Tiankuang hated her extremely.
It can be said that Ye Qingluo's miserable days before were caused by Ye Tiankuang.
For a father who doesn't regard himself as a daughter, Ye Qingluo doesn't like it either.
Anyway, she has always been just one person.
"Naughty girl!" Seeing Ye Qingluo just looking at him with a mocking smile on his face, Ye Tiankuang's face darkened, he gathered a mysterious energy, concentrated it in his palm, and slashed towards Ye Qingluo.
This palm is enough to kill the former Ye Qingluo!
Ye Qingluo moved his feet, walked strangely, and changed positions in an instant, avoiding the palm wind.
She narrowed her charming eyes, and a bloodthirsty cold light stained her eyes red: "My lord father, I am a wicked girl, so what are you... what?"
Everyone was stunned.
This... Is this Ye Qingluo
How could that cowardly little trash who didn't even dare to say a word have such a frightening expression
To be glanced at by those charming eyes is like falling into an extremely cold place.
"You don't even look at who you are, you... how dare you do anything to Ling'er!" Followed by the second wife of the Ye family, Ye Qingqian and Ye Qingling's mother.
Seeing Ye Qingling covered in blood and being carried away by her attendants in a coma, she trembled with anger, wishing to rush up and tear Ye Qingluo into pieces.
"Talk about your identity with me? Okay, I'll talk about your identity with you! A mere concubine with a low status dares to join forces with her servants to commit the following crimes and humiliate the concubine in public..."
Ye Qingluo then hooked her lips, revealing a sneer of enchantment.
"As the Young Sect Master of the Sanquan Sect, I naturally have to discipline the behavior of the fourth sister for the Sanquan Sect, so as to prevent outsiders from reading our Sanquan Sect's jokes!"
"You...you..." The second lady clenched her teeth tightly, and was about to step forward to teach Ye Qingluo a lesson.
But Ye Qingqian grabbed her by the wrist: "Mother, this may be a misunderstanding, don't hurt the harmony of the whole family."
"Misunderstanding? Your younger sister is lying..." The second lady's entire face was distorted, she gritted her teeth and pointed in the direction of the mansion.
From the corner of the eye, under the guidance of my daughter, when I caught a glimpse of a black skirt, all the voices were choked in my throat.
In the next second, he changed into an extremely aggrieved expression and sobbed softly.