Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

Chapter 81 . . .

Shen Yanming was eager to call out to Liu Shuyi, but after thinking about it, he held back, though there was a hint of resentment in his eyes at her lack of ambition.

Liu Shuyi slowly walked up to Shen Yuanyuan, and under Shen Yuanyuan's expectant gaze, she raised her hand and slapped Shen Yuanyuan across the face.

Shen Yuanyuan covered her face in astonishment as she looked at Liu Shuyi, tears streaming down her face.

"Mom...you hit me because of Shen Qingyao?"

Shen Yuanyuan could not accept that Liu Shuyi's attitude towards her had changed to this point. Her heart felt like it was stuffed with cotton, both suffocating and resentful.

“I told you, don’t call me Mom anymore. I’m not your mom. Your mom is Cui Jingru.”

Liu Shuyi looked at Shen Yuanyuan with disgust in her eyes, her hands clenched tightly into fists.

Hearing these words again, Shen Yuanyuan felt a pang of pain in her heart, and her tears fell even more fiercely.

Seeing this, Shen Yanming, who was full of worry, breathed a sigh of relief but also glanced at Shen Yuanyuan with mixed feelings.

He once thought that Shen Yuanyuan was innocent, and even thought that she was really as kind and gentle as she appeared.

After Shen Qingyao returned, she repeatedly framed and slandered Shen Qingyao. Based on his 'understanding' and trust in Shen Yuanyuan, he never doubted Shen Yuanyuan.

He had never spent time with Shen Qingyao, so he didn't know her true personality or temperament, nor did he know what kind of upbringing or education she received.

In addition, Shen Qingyao never acted coquettishly towards him like Shen Yuanyuan did, nor did she say sweet words. He naturally felt that Shen Qingyao was difficult to get along with and had a bad temper.

He even had the idea that Shen Qingyao was an intruder, believing that her arrival had disrupted the harmony of their family and stolen Shen Yuanyuan's things.

So many times, even when he could have gone deeper into the truth, he simply ignored the doubts and stood firmly on Shen Yuanyuan's side.

He despicably wanted to protect Shen Yuanyuan and drive away Shen Qingyao, the intruder.

For this reason, he hurt his own younger sister, Shen Qingyao, many times, breaking her heart.

Thinking of this, Shen Yanming's complicated gaze fell on Shen Qingyao, and endless guilt and self-blame surfaced in his eyes.

Shen Yanting also noticed Shen Yanming's reaction and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Didn't he also hurt his own sister, Shen Qingyao, because of Shen Yuanyuan?

Given Shen Qingyao's personality, she probably will never forgive them in this lifetime.

Shen Yanting clearly realized that he seemed unable to gain Shen Qingyao's forgiveness, and as a result, he became listless.

"Little sister..."

Shen Yanming opened his mouth as if to say something to Shen Qingyao, but found that she didn't even give him a glance before turning around and leaving.

"The ghosts have been eliminated, so I won't stay in this ominous place any longer. I'll take my leave now."

Shen Qingyao spoke sarcastically, completely ignoring the chaotic state of the Shen family.

Si Jingnian followed behind Shen Qingyao with a doting smile, his gaze following her light steps.

As Shen Yuanyuan watched Shen Qingyao's retreating figure, her intense resentment nearly drove her mad.

Liu Shuyi watched Shen Qingyao walk away, her eyes filled with reluctance and sadness.

At the entrance of the Shen family's main gate, Shen Wenzhong was sitting on the steps, shouting and clapping his hands incessantly.

He would cry and laugh intermittently, then crouch in a corner trembling with fear; it was clear he had gone mad.

Shen Qingyao glanced at him indifferently, paid him no further attention, and walked around him out of the Shen family gate.

For someone like that, going insane is even a form of forgiveness.

If it weren't for divine punishment, she would have made him truly experience what despair is.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Shen Qingyao felt a sharp pain all over her body, causing her to momentarily lose her focus.

"Ayao, what's wrong?"

Noticing Shen Qingyao's absent-mindedness, Si Jingnian hurriedly asked with concern.

Shen Qingyao's thoughts were pulled back to reality by Si Jingnian's voice. The pain in her body had disappeared, as if it had just been an illusion.

"It's okay, let's go."

Shen Qingyao shook her head, no longer daring to harbor murderous thoughts, and could only forcibly suppress all her hatred.

Seeing that Shen Qingyao didn't want to talk, Si Jingnian didn't ask any more questions. He considerately opened the car door and waited for Shen Qingyao to get in.

Shen Qingyao did not refuse Si Jingnian's kindness and sat in the passenger seat without hesitation.

After this experience, Shen Qingyao felt that her relationship with Si Jingnian had become somewhat different.

But Shen Qingyao couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

……

Emerging from the funeral parlor, Shen Qingyao carried a large bag containing various talismans, cinnabar, compasses, measuring cups, porcelain vases, and more...

This time, someone found Shen Qingyao through Si Jingnian and needed her to go to the ancient tomb again.

Shen Qingyao knew very well that those who could find her through Si Jingnian were basically government officials.

Although she didn't quite understand what they were going to do in the ancient tomb, she knew that ancient tombs were usually extremely dangerous.

Before going down into the tomb, Shen Qingyao had to make thorough preparations.

It is said that she was not the only Taoist priest who went down into the tomb this time; there were also people from various forces.

But according to Si Jingnian, each cultivator was basically sought out by different people. As for the various open and covert struggles, Si Jingnian didn't need to say anything for her to guess.

This time, Si Jingnian will also bring people with him to go down into the tomb; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed.

Even official archaeology, though it's called archaeology in a nice way, is ultimately digging up other people's graves, which is a bad deed.

Moreover, with such a grand setup, the owner of this ancient tomb must be someone extraordinary, and the traps and dangers within are easily imaginable.

Just as Shen Qingyao was lost in thought, several men silently blocked her path, while others surrounded her from behind.

Even the slow-witted Shen Qingyao sensed something was wrong and, suppressing her thoughts, looked at the group of men warily.

"Hey beautiful, what are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought. Why don't you come and have some fun with us brothers? You'll forget all your worries."

A man who appeared to be the leader walked out, stroking his chin, his eyes leering at Shen Qingyao from head to toe.

Shen Qingyao's face turned cold, and she looked at him with a chilling gaze.

It was obvious that this group of people came straight for her; it was clear they were acting under someone's orders.

A flash of malice crossed Shen Qingyao's eyes as she thought of the possible mastermind behind this group.

"I'm wondering, didn't the person who ordered you to surround me tell you who I am?"

Shen Qingyao stared intently at the man's face, and when she saw his expression change slightly, she became even more certain of who was behind it all.

"I don't know what you're talking about. We just think you're good-looking and want to be friends with you, and also have the older brothers take care of you."

As the man spoke, he reached out to touch Shen Qingyao's face, and a murderous glint flashed in Shen Qingyao's eyes upon seeing this.

"If you dare touch me, you can forget about getting anything back."

Shen Qingyao's voice was icy and full of killing intent. The leading man was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter. The other men followed suit and laughed along with her.

Seeing that the group did not believe her, Shen Qingyao made hand seals and chanted a spell. Soon, everyone realized that something was wrong.