Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Xiang Yu’s revenge

Yee Ming’s hands trembled as she clutched the tablet, her knuckles white against the sleek, cold surface. The image on the screen was a dagger to her heart, each pixel a betrayal.

The man’s face, with its unmistakable resemblance to Die Liang, stared back at her with smiling eyes. Her husband had broken the one rule she had set, the one boundary she had drawn in their unconventional marriage.

Her fury was a storm, brewing and churning within her, threatening to spill over. But she was no ordinary woman. She was the matriarch of the Die clan, and her responsibilities extended beyond her personal grievances.

Yee Ming took a deep breath, forcing the tempest within her to calm. She could not afford to let her emotions dictate her actions. The clan’s honour was at stake, and she would not allow the Dragon Head to use this scandal as a pretext to establish his power. She had to protect Die Liang, not out of love, but out of duty to her family and their legacy.

The Dragon Head’s voice was smooth, almost soothing, as he spoke. "Well, I don’t want to escalate things and cause bloodshed. All I want is for your patriarch to accept punishment with no resistance, and I will be on my merry way."

Yee Ming’s eyes narrowed her anger now a cold, hard resolve. She handed the tablet back to the man beside her, her movements deliberate and controlled. "Like I thought... Ming Ming is the most loyal," Han Jing (The Dragon Head) continued, a sly smile playing on his lips. "As for your husband, I wouldn’t say the same."

She snorted, a sound of derision and defiance. "Loyalty is a complex thing," she replied, her voice steady. "It is not just about fidelity, but about understanding one’s place and duty. Die Liang will face his punishment, but it will be by my hand, not yours."

Han Jing’s eyes were cold and unyielding as he shifted his gaze towards Die Liang. "Since you are the head of the clan, you should make the final decision," he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Either you accept your punishment like you should or... someone else will take the punishment for you."

He pressed play on the video, and Die Liang’s heart sank as the screen flickered to life. His illegitimate son appeared, tied up, his face bruised and swollen, tears streaming down his cheeks. The man’s pitiful cries echoed through the room, his voice hoarse from begging for his life. Snot mingled with blood on his lips, painting a picture of utter despair.

Die Liang’s rage ignited like wildfire. "Han Jing, you bastard!" he roared, his voice shaking with fury. He lunged forward, his fists clenched, aiming to strike the Dragon Head. But before he could reach him, Han Xin stepped in, his movements swift and precise. With a powerful kick to Die Liang’s chest, Han Xin sent him flying backwards. Di Liang crashed into the coffee table, the impact knocking the wind out of him.