Chapter 8: Chapter 254: Not Even His Own Younger Sister Will Be Spared!

“One million, one million taels of gold?”

Hearing this astronomical figure, Situ Qingyun’s tongue tied itself in knots!

Heavens, where was he supposed to find that much gold! The last time he bid for a Marrow Cleansing Pill, he couldn't even produce one hundred thousand taels of gold, allowing Xuanyuan Zhi to walk away with the pill for nothing.

And now, one million taels of gold?

Good heavens! Even if he sold himself, he wouldn't be able to make that kind of money!

“Divine Doctor, Divine Doctor, I really, truly do not have that much gold! How about you show some mercy, Divine Doctor, and give me a discount? How about one million taels of silver!” Situ Qingyun’s arms hung weakly at his sides, his face contorted in agony!

“One million taels of silver? Hmph, who do you think our Young Master is? That amount of money isn't even enough to brush off a beggar! If you have the money, bring it out immediately; if you don't, get lost!” Qing Yao had been utterly fed up with him, so she raised a foot and kicked him flying!

“Ouch, my butt!” Situ Qingyun landed hard on his backside, kicking up a cloud of hazy dust.

Situ Xiyue’s cold, moon-like gaze swept over him indifferently before she turned away without mercy: “Someone, close the door!”

“Young Master Yuhe, Young Master Yuhe!” Situ Qingyun struggled to crawl forward, kowtowing frantically, “Young Master Yuhe, please give me one more chance! Aside from this one million taels of gold, I am willing to give you anything else you desire!”

“Anything I desire, you are willing to give me?”

Unexpectedly, Young Master Yuhe halted his footsteps.

“Willing! As long as it is something I possess, I am willing to give you anything!” Situ Qingyun said with abnormal madness.

“Fine, you said it. Then I want—” Young Master Yuhe turned around, his vermilion lips parting to utter an answer that Situ Qingyun could not have conceived of even if he racked his brains.

“I want the Situ Estate.”

“Ah—” Situ Qingyun froze on the spot, stunned like a wooden chicken. With his limited intelligence and pitifully meager imagination, how could he have ever guessed that the ethereal, immortal-like Young Master Yuhe would be interested in the Situ Estate?

“What, are you unwilling to agree? Hmph, then forget it!”

Situ Xiyue deliberately dropped those words and turned to leave. Sure enough, she heard Situ Qingyun’s response from behind her.

“I am willing! Is it just the Situ Estate? As long as Young Master Yuhe likes it, even if it takes ten of them, I am willing!”

“If that is truly the case, then Er Mao, go fetch the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. We shall draw up a contract on the spot!” Situ Xiyue calmly commanded Er Mao, who was standing to the side.

Er Mao dashed inside and quickly directed the servants to carry out a long table made of yellow pearwood, upon which was spread priceless Snow Wave paper. Situ Xiyue walked up to it, dipped a large purple wolf-hair brush into fragrant ink, swiftly wrote out a contract, and then signed her name upon it.

“Mr. Situ, please.” Qing Yao grabbed the kneeling Situ Qingyun by the collar and hauled him to the table.

“But, but my arm is broken, I can't write. How about, how about waiting until Young Master Yuhe gives me the antidote? Once my arm is healed, I will—”

“Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you can't use your hand to write, can't you bite the brush and write? Hurry up!”

Qing Yao shoved the brush into Situ Qingyun’s mouth, forcing him to grip it with his teeth, then pressed down hard on his head, forcing him to write his name on the contract!

“Done! Young Master, it's finished!” Qing Yao grabbed Situ Qingyun’s broken hand and, ignoring his agonized cries, pressed a bright red handprint onto the paper!

Situ Xiyue glanced indifferently at the contract, then looked at the suppressed rage in Situ Qingyun’s eyes, feeling a secret surge of satisfaction in her heart.

*Haha, Situ Qingyun, did you not expect this? This day has finally come!*

*I said long ago, whoever owes me, I will collect it back a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times over! Don't think this is the end; for you and me, this is only the beginning.*

After putting the contract away, Situ Xiyue took out a vial of Black Jade Bone-Knitting Ointment and a Disguise Pill, tossing them at Situ Qingyun’s feet.

“Mr. Situ, according to the contract, you must all move out of the Situ Estate in two hours. However, I can perform a daily act of kindness, so I shall grant you an extension until tomorrow morning.”

“If I come to inspect tomorrow morning and find even a single trace of the Situ family's belongings, I can break the Young Master's arm once, and then I can do it a second time.”

“This Disguise Pill can be considered a gift to Mr. Situ. Seeing as you are so sincere, I am actually willing to make Mr. Situ a 'friend'!”

Having finished speaking, Young Master Yuhe ordered the door to be closed, locking Situ Qingyun outside.

A flash of sinister ruthlessness crossed Situ Qingyun’s face. He swallowed the Black Jade Bone-Knitting Ointment, and his arm gradually regained its mobility; along with it, his ambition and hatred also returned!

*Young Master Yuhe!*

*No matter who you are, I, Situ Qingyun, will remember today's humiliation!*

“Miss, I really don't understand. Why would you give that scum a Disguise Pill for nothing!”

Inside Young Master Yuhe’s bedroom, Qing Yao asked indignantly.

Situ Xiyue removed the butterfly mask from her face and smiled calmly and elegantly: “You are wrong. That Disguise Pill wasn't given to him for nothing. Think about it, why would Situ Qingyun want to buy a Disguise Pill? Who does he want to disguise himself as, and what does he intend to do?”

“This... oh, Miss, my brain is dull, stop teasing me and just tell me!” Qing Yao stamped her foot.

“Fine, actually, I don't know either. But, I figured since we're idle anyway, if we're so bored, we might as well sell the Disguise Pill to Situ Qingyun. Later, we'll secretly follow him to see what happens, and then we'll know what kind of scheme he's plotting, won't we?” Situ Xiyue shrugged, speaking with utter ease.

Qing Yao was utterly speechless!

The two of them quickly changed their clothes, took a Disguise Pill at random to change their appearances, and then secretly followed Situ Qingyun to the Situ Estate.

Strangely, after returning to the estate, Situ Qingyun did not go to his own room. Instead, he dismissed all the servants and walked toward the desolate backyard alone.

The backyard had been abandoned for over a decade because of ghost rumors. Situ Qingyun was walking that way all by himself, acting quite sneakily.

Hmm, there is definitely something wrong!

It seemed that her casual action this time had yielded such an unexpected result. Well, she had originally intended to kill Situ Qingyun quickly. She hadn't expected that keeping him alive could add so much joy to her life. For that sake, she decided to spare him for now, treating him as a pet she was raising!

Situ Xiyue’s long-standing gloom suddenly lifted; she even felt a bit of admiration for herself.

Meanwhile, Situ Qingyun entered the courtyard and ordered the guards to close the gate, forbidding anyone from entering.

From inside the house, Situ Chuyue’s shouting could be heard: “Do you even know how to do your job? Do you even have eyes? How dare you splash such hot tea on me? I think you're tired of living!”