Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1557: Chapter 1557: Heartbroken Beyond Measure

Yun Mengyao’s eyes were red and swollen, and she said harshly:

"Who else but the Liang Family?"

"I’m going to the Liang Family now, whether it was them or not, I’ll destroy them anyway."

Yun Mengyao said as she stood up quickly, looking at Qin Yi:

"Help me."

Qin Yi didn’t say anything more, just nodded slightly.

Yun Mengyao was his friend, and he would definitely not let her be wronged.

Qin Yi was always this way, siding with friends rather than reasoning.

In this world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, who talks reason? Whoever has the stronger fist is the one who is right.

Everyone present showed disdainful expressions.

It’s not that they looked down on Yun Mengyao, but destroying the Liang Family was simply wishful thinking.

They could see that Yun Mengyao had made some progress in her cultivation since returning, but it was far from enough to destroy two families.

Besides, this guy named Qin Yi, there was no sense of aura flowing from him. Although somewhat mysterious, judging by his age, he was in his twenties.

A young man in his twenties—how high could his cultivation be?

Seeing Qin Yi dare to nod, at best it’s ignorance facing no fear, at worst it’s fearless ignorance.

Yun Tianli frowned and said, "Yaoyao, don’t be reckless! Do you really intend to start a complete war between the Feather Clan and the Liang Family?"

"After your father passed away, the Feather Clan’s influence and business plummeted."

"In contrast, the Liang Family’s business is thriving, recruiting many experts. Right now, our Feather Clan simply can’t compete with the Liang Family."

Yun Mengyao raised her head, full of cold laughter:

"You all fear the Liang Family, but I don’t. What is a small Liang Family worth?"

She and Qin Yi had come this far together, slaughtering sects and flattening forces—haven’t they dealt with enough?

Even the Sword Sect, the overlord of Southern Middle State, was crippled by Qin Yi. A mere Liang Family couldn’t be stronger than the Sword Sect.

"Young people really don’t know what they’re doing. Just because your cultivation has improved, don’t think you can dismiss the Liang Family."

"Indeed, nowadays the Liang Family’s influence and business surpass our Feather Clan, even the Golden Winged Roc Clan gives them deference."

"Do you think you’re still the Holy Daughter of our Feather Clan, able to do whatever you want? I’m telling you, if you cause trouble for the Liang Family now, you’ll drag the Feather Clan into an abyss."

On both sides, the elders of the Feather Clan began to angrily reprimand.

Qin Yi’s mouth curled slightly; these Feather Clan people were quite timid.

Yun Mengyao’s pretty face was filled with wrath, her eyes icy cold:

"Speaking of the Holy Daughter, I’d like to ask, according to Feather Clan rules, the Holy Daughter doesn’t die, and no one else can be appointed. Why was I replaced without my knowledge?"

A Feather Clan elder stood up, pointing at Yun Mengyao and said:

"You have the nerve to speak. You disappeared for four or five years, your father fell, and the Feather Clan’s influence plummeted. If we hadn’t arranged for Luocai to marry into the Golden Winged Roc Clan, the Feather Clan would have long been devoured by the Liang Family."

Yun Mengyao’s pretty face changed sharply, staring at the other and said:

"What did you just say? You said Luocai married into the Golden Winged Roc Clan, but to whom did she marry?"

The elder who stood to rebut Yun Mengyao also lowered his head.

Yun Tianli sighed slightly and said with a face full of guilt:

"Yaoyao, I’m truly sorry! You weren’t here; for the sake of the Feather Clan, I had to betroth Yun Cai to Jin Wuji."

To Yun Mengyao, this news was like a bolt from the blue; she was utterly stunned.

After years away, everything had changed beyond recognition upon her return.

Her parents were brutally murdered, and now her fiancé had married another woman; this was too cruel for her.

Yun Mengyao’s body shook a few times, her face deathly pale without a trace of blood.

Yun Tianli said solemnly:

"Yaoyao, I hope you can understand. Without good relations with the Golden Winged Roc Clan, the Feather Clan would be finished. Only the Golden Winged Roc Clan can protect us now; what I did was for the good of the Feather Clan."

Yun Mengyao’s body swayed, nearly collapsing.

Yin Qianqian hurriedly held her, then looked at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi shook his head helplessly; Yun Mengyao had suffered too much shock.

He stood up, speaking indifferently:

"Let’s end it for today. She’s a bit tired; let her rest first, and we can talk later."

Yun Tianli nodded.

"Yun Lin, escort your sister back to rest and arrange accommodations for these guests."

"Yes!"

Yun Lin responded.

Yin Qianqian supported Yun Mengyao, "Let’s go. You’re too tired, go back and take a nap, we’ll discuss when you’re rested."

Yun Mengyao let Yin Qianqian assist her, followed by Yun Lin as they staggered out of the main hall.

"Brother, I want to pay my respects to my parents."

Yun Lin said with some concern:

"Why don’t you rest first, then go when you’re better!"

Yun Mengyao gently shook her head: "I’m fine, take me there."

Unable to defy her, Yun Lin nodded.

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The Feather Clan Holy Temple!

The spiritual tablets of the clan leaders and sages of the Feather Clan are enshrined here, watched over by dedicated personnel.

"Qin Yi, wait here for me. I’ll go in alone."

Yun Mengyao’s face was so pale it was pitiable, her voice entirely devoid of its former vigor.

Qin Yi nodded slightly:

"Remember, you have me for everything."

Yun Mengyao nodded slightly, turned, and entered the Holy Temple.

Qin Yi and the others waited at the door.

With acute hearing, Qin Yi and the others sensed the sobbing coming from the Holy Temple.

Yin Qianqian looked at Qin Yi, asking, "Shall I go in and check on her?"

Qin Yi slowly shook his head, "Let her cry! With her parents slain and her fiancé marrying another, the shock she’s suffered is too great; venting through tears might be better."

Yun Lin looked at Qin Yi and the others, hesitating.

Finally, he spoke:

"Where has Yaoyao been all these years?"

Qin Yi glanced at him, said indifferently, "My hometown."

"Where is your hometown?"

"A very distant place." Qin Yi paused, sighed, "Maybe, I should have let her stay in my hometown."

"She should have returned sooner," Yun Lin said.

Qin Yi frowned, "She tried her hardest; to come back this quickly, she went through a lot."

"But it’s still late for her to come back."

Qin Yi remained silent; Yun Lin had no idea what Yun Mengyao had gone through, saying more was pointless.

Unfamiliar with Qin Yi, Yun Lin didn’t press further as Qin Yi showed no inclination to continue conversing.

An hour passed as Qin Yi and the others waited outside, yet Yun Mengyao did not emerge.

"I’ll go in and see."

Worried, Qin Yi planned to go in and check.

Yun Lin stepped forward, stretched out his hand to stop Qin Yi, saying, "This is sacred ground; outsiders may not enter."

Qin Yi frowned; with his temperament, Yun Lin would have been slapped and sent flying.

But Yun Lin was Yun Mengyao’s family, so Qin Yi couldn’t act; he said solemnly:

"Then go and check."

Yun Lin nodded and turned to enter the Holy Temple.

Soon after, Yun Lin came out carrying Yun Mengyao.

"What happened?" Qin Yi advanced two steps upon seeing Yun Mengyao’s eyes tightly shut.

Yun Lin shook his head, "She fainted from excessive grief."

Only then did Qin Yi relax, raising his hand and then lowering it; now was not the time to wake her, better to let her sleep well.