Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!

Chapter 1032 - 511: Chess Piece or Chessmaster (2)

Another explosive piece of news.

This reminded everyone of the accusations Amos made at Old Madam Yu’s funeral, where he said Yu Yisen and his wife were secretly imprisoned by the Yu family. At that time, not many people believed it, but it turned out to be true!

A couple who are crippled, blind, and childless no longer pose a threat to the Yu family, so why imprison them for over twenty years? What does that even mean?

Yu Ruohuan rushed up to cover Wei Zhuhua’s mouth: "Shut up, stop talking."

Wei Zhuhua grabbed Yu Ruohuan’s arm, calmly looking into her eyes: "Huanhuan, I’m saving you."

Yu Ruohuan, gravely ill, was already weak and couldn’t resist Wei Zhuhua. She could only stare at Yu Ruohuan with reddened eyes: "Is it not enough for you to ruin me? Do you have to destroy the Yu family too? You madwoman."

Wei Zhuhua brushed away her hand and said to Wei Lai beside her: "Watch the young lady."

Wei Lai waved his hand, and the bodyguards lurking in the shadows came forward, holding Yu Ruohuan down and taking her away from the center of the storm.

The next moment, Xiang Chenyu’s gun was pointed at Yu Fusheng’s head.

Yu Fusheng stared fiercely at Wei Zhuhua, his eyes wishing to tear her apart.

"Do you know what you’re doing?"

Wei Zhuhua fearlessly returned his gaze: "I know exactly what I’m doing and will never regret it. Yu Fusheng, everyone has to pay for their actions. Why should my daughter bear the sins you and your grandmother committed? Neither of you can escape."

Wei Zhuhua was a fervent believer in Buddhism and its karmic principles, convinced that Huanhuan’s terminal illness was retribution for the Yu family’s sins.

If she could correct the wrongs, seek justice for the wronged, and bring the guilty to account, she believed everything would return to its rightful state. The gods would have mercy, and her daughter’s burden would lighten.

Thinking of this, she straightened her back, her expression even more resolute.

Yu Fusheng’s face turned ashen, wishing he could strangle Wei Zhuhua immediately. However, Xiang Chenyu’s gun pressed against his head prevented him from acting rashly.

"Wei Zhuhua, you are indeed mad, spouting nonsense. My grandmother and I are innocent, and I won’t allow you to slander us this way."

Wei Zhuhua sneered: "Slander? Yu Fusheng, do you dare swear on the heavens that Sang Ziming’s death wasn’t related to your grandmother? That Yu Fuli’s death wasn’t your doing? That Yu Yisen’s couple wasn’t harmed and imprisoned by your conspiracy?"

Yu Fusheng fixed his dark gaze on her, silently refusing to answer.

Wei Zhuhua declared loudly: "I dare swear on the heavens that if even one of my accusations against you and your grandmother is false, let me be struck by lightning and die a miserable death."

Everyone gasped; to take such a heavy oath must mean her words were true.

Wei Zhuhua continued: "What you did to Sang Ziming’s branch is not all. You and your grandmother hold countless lives in your hands; you know your sins best. Go explain to the police and start anew."

Sang Ziming and Yu Fuli were just the tip of the iceberg, yet they most reflected the cruelty of the grandmother and grandson. Beyond that, their wickedness was indescribable. After her mother-in-law was tormented to death, Wei Zhuhua kept a lookout to avoid the same fate and secretly collected evidence of the duo’s crimes.

She never intended to use this evidence initially; it was a means of self-protection. But when Huanhuan began to resemble the old lady more and more, she sensed something was wrong.

It wasn’t until Huanhuan fell terminally ill that she finally woke up.

Xiang Chenyu said coldly: "Mr. Yu, you can’t escape. Come with us."

Yu Fusheng’s cold eyes swept across Wei Zhuhua’s face as he said deliberately: "My wife has a mental illness. Her accusations are meaningless and cannot be used as evidence."

Xiang Chenyu cursed inwardly, thinking how shameless one must be to fabricate such lies to evade punishment.

Wei Zhuhua sneered: "Yu Fusheng, you’re even more despicable than I thought. A man should own up to his actions."

Before Yu Fusheng could respond, Mei Qingdai couldn’t hold back: "Elder sister-in-law, today is my son’s full moon banquet. If you don’t want to offer blessings, fine, but how can you ruin this? In the past, my brother said you had a mental illness, and I didn’t believe it. Now it seems you are indeed very sick."

Mei Qingdai never imagined that her elder sister-in-law, who meticulously prepared for the full moon banquet, would ruin it herself. She was furious and resentful.

She thought the elder sister-in-law was jealous because she gave birth to the Yu family’s eldest grandson and couldn’t bear to see it, so she decided to ruin everything in a fit of anger.

Though she had previously been grateful for her sister-in-law’s care for her and her child, and her efforts for the banquet, it now seemed all had been a conspiracy. She was determined to ruin everything from the start.

This madwoman!

With the Yu family destroyed, what would happen to her and her son? She had finally given birth to the Yu family’s heir and couldn’t afford to lose the riches and honor that were within reach.

Therefore, she had to align with her brother, nailing Wei Zhuhua as insane.

Wei Zhuhua glanced at Mei Qingdai and suddenly laughed.

The laugh, for some reason, made Mei Qingdai’s skin crawl. She instinctively held her child tighter.

"Elder sister-in-law, stop causing trouble. What good does ruining the Yu family do you? You can still save everything if you apologize to my brother."

"Moreover, you say Grandmother killed Sang Ziming and that my brother killed Yu Fuli. Do you have any evidence? They’ve been dead for so many years; the grass on their graves has grown many cycles. Elder sister-in-law, you aren’t even their descendant. Why advocate for them? Remember, you’re the Yu family’s matriarch. Seeking justice for them should be done by their descendants. Elder sister-in-law, don’t do anything foolish."

Sang Ziming had no descendants; his branch was wiped out, so what was her elder sister-in-law doing? Advocating for people dead for decades, only to hurt herself—how foolish. So her brother’s claim of her mental illness was spot on.

Wei Zhuhua glanced at Mei Qingdai, her eyes landing on the baby in her arms. The infant, unaware of the world’s perils, slept quietly in his mother’s embrace.

Wei Zhuhua suddenly felt a deep sense of irony.

"Who says Sang Ziming has no descendants?"

Yu Fusheng’s pupils constricted sharply, his hands clenched into fists, and he stared intently at Wei Zhuhua.

Mei Qingdai was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Elder sister-in-law, guess you really are not right in the head. How many years has Yu Fuli been dead?"

Helian Yu narrowed her eyes, her gaze passing through the railings to the stage below. A girl quietly sat at a table, as the others gossiped and watched the drama, she remained detached as if she were an outsider.

Helian Yu knew very well that today’s grand banquet’s true focus wasn’t the baby celebrating his full moon, nor the falling out of Yu Fusheng and his wife, but that seemingly detached and silent girl.

This entire scheme was laid out for her; she was the true protagonist about to take the stage.

But was she merely an important piece in this chess game, or was she the strategist behind it all?

Helian Yu glanced at Liu Runxi.

The young man, with his indifferent demeanor, finally showed a trace of anxiety, worried about the fate awaiting the girl.

Helian Yu curled her lips; her extremely clever son probably also understood this game of chess at this moment.