Strength

Ever since Li Yang forcefully seized control of the Ye Family, it had completely degenerated into a place where he could indulge himself as he pleased. Ye Family Matriarch Liu Ruoli was filled with sorrow and unwillingness, but under Li Yang's control, she could only force a smile and let him toy with her as he pleased.

Every morning, sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice onto the luxurious bed. Li Yang would lazily stretch, and Liu Ruoli, who lay beside him, would immediately rise and quietly prepare his washing supplies. Her eyes were filled with helplessness and submission. Though her movements were practiced, they carried a numbness. After Li Yang finished washing, Liu Ruoli would carefully choose his clothes for the day. Every piece was priceless, all treasured possessions from the Ye Family's former glory. She would gently help Li Yang dress. Whenever their eyes met, Liu Ruoli would quickly lower her head, not daring to meet his lustful gaze.

Chen Yue and Ziyan were the same, spending all day around Li Yang and doing everything they could to please him. Chen Yue would carefully pick the freshest flowers from the garden and brew Li Yang a cup of fragrant flower tea. Her fingers were slender and her movements gentle. The focused expression she wore while making the tea existed solely to win a smile from Li Yang. Ziyan, meanwhile, would offer Li Yang a seductive dance at night. As she swayed in her gauzy robes, her eyes remained fixed on Li Yang, trying to catch even the slightest hint of satisfaction from his expression.

Li Yang was intoxicated by this extravagant life, wantonly squandering the Ye Family's wealth. He often held lavish banquets in the main hall, with delicacies filling the long tables and fine wine being drunk