575. Tang Yuehua

“Sister Xiao Wu, from now on, you're my real sister! Don’t be sad. He’s not worth it.”

“That Tang San guy is seriously disloyal!”

Ma Hongjun grinned shamelessly with a weird laugh.

Xiao Wu felt like puking, but given her current character image, she couldn’t afford to act that way.

Luckily, her bestie was right beside her.

Zhu Zhuqing's claws emerged in her hand as she stared at Ma Hongjun coldly.

“You damned fatso, stop flattering yourself.”
“Xiao Wu doesn’t have a brother like you—unless I carve off a hundred pounds of your fat first!”

“Ah—n-no! Sister, Sister Zhuqing, calm down!”

Ma Hongjun’s face turned pale instantly. He quickly waved his hands and backed away, chuckling nervously.

He still remembered what it was like—

Tang San carving off flesh.

He really didn’t want to go through that kind of pain. His bro had already left him behind.

That was his most important half-pound of meat.

The cost was too high—he couldn’t afford to lose anything else now.

Retreating behind Dai Mubai.

Ma Hongjun peeked out and gave Zhu Zhuqing a thumbs-up.

“Sis, gotta say—you’ve got a sharp eye for people!”

Oscar nodded slightly in agreement.

“Whoosh—”

But Zhu Zhuqing's reply came in the form of a thrown willow-blade knife—

It whooshed right through Ma Hongjun’s hair.

“AAAH—MY DEAR MOTHER!!”

Ma Hongjun shrieked, his legs going limp as he clung tightly to Dai Mubai.

“Get off me, you fat pig!”
Dai Mubai struggled to shake him off.

Ma Hongjun clung to his waist, eyes wide in surprise.

“Huh? Boss Dai… when did your waist get so squishy?”

“Go to hell!!”

Dai Mubai’s three soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple—flashed under his feet as he blasted Ma Hongjun away.

“AUGH!!”

The fat pig's scream brought Qin Ming rushing over.

“Teacher.”

Qin Ming entered the courtyard with a complicated look on his face, tinged with apology.

Flender turned his head toward him.

Forcing a smile:
“Qin Ming’s here, haha—just say what you came to say.”

“…”

Flender knew.

Qin Ming wasn’t here to invite them to breakfast.

Most likely, it was time to ask them to leave.

And indeed, that was the case.


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Top Floor of Moon Pavilion

This was a grand hall, entirely decorated with fragrant agarwood.

The scent filled the entire floor—

Comfortable, tranquil, and elegant.

Not overly luxurious, yet calming to the soul.

The violet mist on the horizon had already faded.

At some point, the top floor of Yue Pavilion had begun to reek—
of urine and blood.

Inside the spacious hall—

Two figures stood silently: one old, one young.

Tang Hao wore a black robe, and by his side clung his half-eunuch son.

Tang San was clutching Tang Hao’s arm, sticking close.

His body hadn’t fully recovered from being shattered.

His pale face twitched from time to time—like a seizure.

One of his legs looked shorter than the other, and his pants were soaked in blood.

He stood with knock-knees, trying not to tug at his… injury.

“Dad..”

“Don’t speak.”

Tang Hao’s hoarse voice rang out, stern and cold.

Tang San trembled all over, his lifeless eyes staring at the wooden door in front of them.

Just who was inside?!
Someone who even his Title Douluo father had waited for… almost half the night.

Finally—




As the first rays of sunlight spilled into Moon Pavilion,
the wooden door slowly opened, revealing the face of a graceful and noble beauty.

Tang San couldn’t help but look surprised.

He couldn’t tell this woman’s actual age at all.

At first glance, she seemed around twenty-seven or twenty-eight…

Yet her eyes looked as though they had seen through everything in the world.

No ordinary woman of that age could have eyes like those.

The silver palace gown she wore fit her perfectly, highlighting her elegance.

In terms of temperament—
as far as Tang San was concerned, no one could compare to this woman.

But… she clearly wasn’t a soul master.
So why did his father wait so long for her?!

As Tang San looked at the beautiful woman,
she also naturally saw them.

Despite the presence of intruders,
she remained calm—every movement graceful and unhurried.

Even the slight furrow of her brows didn’t disrupt her poise.

“Who are you?”

A cold, clear voice rang out across the top floor of Moon Pavilion.

Tang Hao looked at the woman. His cracked lips moved, issuing a hoarse and oddly soft voice:

“When the full moon breaks, an old face faintly returns.”

“…”

The beautiful woman shuddered at those words,
her expression showing an unexpected trace of panic.

Her previously refined aura was completely shattered in that moment.

Tang San didn’t understand.

But the woman’s eyes were now misty with tears, full of disbelief.

“Hao… is it really you? You… how…”

Looking at her,
Tang Hao avoided her gaze, lowered his eyes with a mocking expression,
yet couldn’t stop that soft, almost feminine voice from escaping:

“It’s me.”
“Yuehua. You didn’t recognize me, huh?”

“Hao!”

Tang Yuehua’s lips trembled. She rushed forward, wanting to throw herself into Tang Hao’s arms and sob—

But Tang Hao quickly dodged, the stench of urine wafting as he moved away.

“Hao… why?”

Even someone as elegant as her now cried out in anguish, losing all composure.

Tang San was stunned.

He actually saw a tender expression appear on Tang Hao’s face.

Unbelievable—
that such softness could appear on his face.

“Filthy.”

Tang Hao said dryly, not letting Tang Yuehua get near.

A long silence followed.

Eventually, Tang Yuehua’s sobbing subsided.

She wiped her tears and looked up, her gaze full of pain and sorrow as she stared at Tang Hao.

Even though he’d deliberately dirtied his face,
even without a single whisker on his chin—

How could she not know what that meant?

The once-proud, towering second brother was… no longer a man!

She sniffed the smell of blood.

Turning her head, she noticed the bloody stains on Tang San’s pants and froze.

“Hao, is he… your son? With her?”

Tang Hao nodded silently.

Tears filled Tang Yuehua’s eyes again as she looked toward Tang San—
who also seemed to have been castrated.

She raised her hand, reaching out to touch his face.

Tang San frowned, his face twitching like a duck’s as he flailed and dodged.

“Don’t dodge! That’s your aunt!”

Tang Hao snapped, his voice shrill.

“Huh?!”

Tang San’s eyes widened as he looked from the beautiful woman to his old father.


He couldn’t, for the life of him, imagine them as siblings.

“What… happened to you two?”

Tang Yuehua scanned Tang San from head to toe, her eyes reddening again.

It was too tragic.

Father and son—neither of them were whole men anymore!

“It’s a long story…”

Tang Hao looked defeated, glaring at Tang San with frustration.

If not for this kid being so useless,
why would he have come here to embarrass himself?

To kill the man he once was with his own hands!

“This floor is my private space,”
“No one comes up here unless I allow it.”

“Brother, sit down and tell me everything.”

Tang Yuehua no longer tried to get close. She gracefully sat at the table.

“Dad—ah!!”

Tang Hao forced Tang San down into a chair, making him let out a pained scream.

The smell of blood thickened.

Tang Hao paused, glancing down.

He hadn’t expected Tang San’s wounds were still bleeding.

Tang San’s face twisted in agony.

Tang Yuehua, who had just calmed down, became emotional again—
seeing Tang Hao’s aged, womanly voice…

and Tang San’s twitching, broken expression.

She looked as if she were crying and laughing at the same time, full of heartbreak.

She couldn’t hide the blame in her tone:

“Brother… how did you two end up like this?”