Disagreements Torture the B*stard

"You call me cruel today, but if your little plot succeeds, I will suffer. I fear everything the Yue family has will be taken away by you, and yet you still act like a saint in front of me? Get out of my sight. You haven't mastered that ploy as well as your mother."

 Mrs. Yue sneered downwards at Yue Pengcheng, who was sprawled on the ground and groaning in pain, unable to lift himself off the floor. "You ask me for proof?" she said sarcastically. "Fine. I'll set everything straight today.

 "Just so you know, I had no intention to say this. I didn't want to mention what happened to the Yue family thirty years ago, but since the Helans have forced this upon us, I have to do it. This man does look a lot like Yue Pengcheng, but why am I so sure this is a fake even after all these years? It's because…Yue Pengcheng had died long ago!"

 Mrs. Yue's voice was soft, but it sent tremors throughout the area, sending shockwaves down everyone's spines.