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

Chapter 186 Si Jingnian's Statue: A Yama (King of Hell)

After leaving the hospital, Shen Qingyao dragged her slightly heavy steps and slowly walked towards the Marshal's Mansion.

When the familiar gates of the mansion came into view, an indescribable sense of belonging arose spontaneously.

It was as if this was her true home, a haven where she could rest peacefully and escape the hustle and bustle of the world.

Just then, a figure rushed out of the mansion.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zou Daya.

She walked briskly toward Shen Qingyao with a big smile on her face and great enthusiasm.

Before Shen Qingyao could react, Zou Daya had already taken the suitcase from her hands and asked with concern:

"Young Marshal's wife, you're finally back! Are you tired from the journey? Please come in and rest."

As he spoke, he pulled Shen Qingyao toward the mansion.

Upon entering the living room, Zou Daya bustled around, pouring tea for Shen Qingyao and gently massaging her shoulders. This series of actions made Shen Qingyao feel flattered and momentarily stunned, her face showing a blank expression.

However, this doubt did not last long.

Soon, Zou Daya poured out all the reasons for her attentiveness.

"Young Marshal's wife, you have no idea how worried we've all been while you were gone! Especially since the Young Marshal said that if you really leave the Young Marshal's Mansion, we won't need so many servants anymore. At that time, many people will be driven away, and some may even be resold, and I'm one of them!"

As Zou Daya spoke, she secretly glanced at Shen Qingyao's face, looking exactly like she was tattlering on someone.

Then she continued:

"Young Marshal's wife, tell me, why is the young marshal so heartless? He always has a stern face, as if someone owes him eight hundred strings of cash."

"We've all been gossiping about it behind your backs, thinking the young marshal is too cold-blooded and ruthless! Unlike you, who are so gentle and kind, always treating us servants with courtesy and never hitting or scolding us. So, you're the best!"

In the end, Zou Daya's tone was filled with dependence on Shen Qingyao and dissatisfaction and accusation against the young marshal Si Jingnian.

Shen Qingyao had just swallowed the tea when she heard these words, and her throat suddenly spasmed, almost spitting out all the tea she had just drunk.

Her eyes widened, her face filled with astonishment, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

At the same time, an image involuntarily surfaced in her mind:

If Si Jingnian were here right now, hearing these servants speak of him in this way, what kind of expression would his usually cold and aloof face show?

Thinking of this, Shen Qingyao couldn't help but find it a little funny, but at the same time, a sense of curiosity also welled up in her heart.

"Perhaps... you're right! Si Jingnian is a living, breathing Yama, the King of Hell!"

Shen Qingyao nodded slightly, indicating her agreement with what Zou Daya said.

These words were like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, instantly igniting a flame deep within Zou Daya's heart.

Suddenly, her previously dull eyes lit up with a bright light, and she was as excited as if she had suddenly found her people and met a kindred spirit.

"Young Marshal's wife, you've finally noticed! Our young marshal is incredibly ruthless. According to the old folks in the manor, he used to be a gentle and reasonable person. But since I entered this manor, I've never seen him be gentle or reasonable even for a second."

As Zou Daya spoke, she curled her lip in disdain, her face full of contempt and dissatisfaction.

However, when she changed the subject and turned to look at Shen Qingyao again, her eyes suddenly became bright and sparkling, like stars twinkling in the night sky, filled with anticipation and joy.

"But you, the young marshal's wife, are beautiful, have a pleasant voice, and a kind personality. Most importantly, you treat us servants very well. If my indenture wasn't in your hands, I would have followed you wherever you went. It would be better than constantly worrying about being resold."

From Zou Daya's resentful words, it was clear that she was truly terrified by Si Jingnian this time.

Perhaps without Shen Qingyao's knowledge, Si Jingnian actually came up with the idea of ​​driving her and all the other servants out or selling them off.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand why Zou Daya's resentment towards Si Jingnian is so deep now.

If it weren't for Si Jingnian's status as the head of the family, Zou Daya would probably have already grabbed that incredibly sharp cleaver without hesitation and charged straight at Si Jingnian, ready to fight him to the death.

"Alright, alright, look at how scared you all are. I'm back safe and sound! I think Si Jingnian was just saying that to scare you, so don't overthink it! Don't worry, as long as I'm here, he will never betray any of you!"

Shen Qingyao's gentle words of comfort were like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, softly falling on Zou Daya, who was filled with sorrow.

Gradually, Zou Daya's restless heart began to calm down, and even the heavy resentment in her heart seemed to lessen considerably.

"I knew you were the best, Young Marshal's wife!"

A bright smile, like spring flowers, bloomed on Zou Daya's round face, and her eyes sparkled like twinkling stars in the night sky.

She looked at Shen Qingyao with great excitement, her cheerful and loud voice echoing throughout the courtyard like a booming bell.

Upon hearing Zou Daya's praise, Shen Qingyao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

The straightforward and innocent woman in front of her gradually dissipated much of the pent-up frustration in her heart.

Since returning from her hospital stay, Shen Qingyao has been able to clearly feel the changes in her body—the intense killing intent and violent emotions that once lingered in her chest have now become much gentler, no longer as unrestrained and arrogant as before.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingyao couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. It must be because she had successfully angered that hateful God of Bliss in her sea of ​​consciousness last time, which is why he still doesn't want to pay attention to her.

This saves a lot of trouble; at least there's no need to constantly worry that the God of Bliss will suddenly appear to cause trouble and make his so-called presence known.

However, although the God of Bliss will not cause trouble for the time being, Shen Qingyao knows in her heart that this peace is unlikely to last long.

After all, the God of Bliss still lurks within her body, like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.

Therefore, she must find a solution to the problem as soon as possible and completely eliminate this hidden danger.

After careful consideration, Shen Qingyao decided to return to Taiqing Temple in Lingzhou City at a suitable time to seek help from her master, Xia Ran.

Xia Ran was a highly skilled person in the Taoist temple, proficient in various esoteric arts and exorcism methods.

Perhaps only by relying on her master's profound skills and unique methods could she hope to expel the Bliss God hidden deep within her body.

Only in this way can she truly live a peaceful and stable life, without having to worry about the God of Bliss's counterattack every day.