Su Yuexi, Unrivaled Beauty

Looking toward Su Xuefeng, Luo Tong gave a thumbs-up and said, "Brilliant, Grandfather Su is truly brilliant. After all, this criminal's marriage was bestowed by the Lord of Yun Province; killing him on the spot might invite a great disaster."

The couple sang in harmony, causing everyone present to have a sudden realization.

So, this was Su Xuefeng's plan all along.

Given that criminal's impulsive nature, he certainly wouldn't be able to endure it once Su Yuexi was humiliated on the fighting ring.

When he rushed onto the stage and was beaten to death, it would have nothing to do with the Su Clan.

Moreover, this method of death would make them suffer a hundred times more, enduring seven days of torture while waiting, yet remaining powerless to resist.

Su Xuefeng himself would even gain the reputation of being lenient toward his family.

These voices also made Su Zhenglong and his wife realize just how vicious Su Xuefeng was—he didn't just want to kill, he wanted to break their spirits!

Su Yuexi's small face turned pale, and she subconsciously looked at Sikong Jing.

She knew the couple was right; if she stepped onto the stage, Jing Gege would definitely not be able to hold back.

In the entire hall, only Sikong Jing remained indifferent, sneering inwardly: A bunch of clowns.

Just then, Su Yun stepped out slowly and pointed at Su Yuexi. "Regardless, I still managed to save your lives. You ugly freak, how are you going to thank me?"

Su Yuexi opened her mouth; it was indeed after Su Yun's suggestion that they were temporarily safe.

At least they had seven days—perhaps they could think of a way out?

Slap!

Just as Su Yuexi opened her mouth to say something, a crisp sound echoed across Su Yun's face.

She had been struck hard by a gust of palm wind—naturally, it was Sikong Jing again.

Su Xuefeng's anger, which had been gradually subsiding, was reignited. "Criminal, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

He had indeed considered the marriage bestowed by the Lord of Yun Province, and as the couple said, Su Yuexi's inability to fight would make these seven days the most painful torture, which was why he had made this plan.

But this criminal dared to provoke him further.

Su Yun clutched her face, acting crazed as she pointed at Su Yuexi. "You ugly freak, is this how you thank me?"

Even Su Zhenglong and his wife felt a massive headache; Sikong Jing was simply too prone to causing trouble.

Thud!

Sikong Jing took a heavy step forward and pointed at Su Yun. "I said, no one is allowed to call Yuexi an ugly freak."

As these words fell, Su Yun couldn't help but shriek, "That's the truth! Can't people even speak the truth about an ugly person?"

At the same time, Luo Tong's wife mocked, "Su Zhenglong's criminal son-in-law, ugly is ugly, and facts are facts. Do you think you can stop our mouths?"

"That's right, everyone knows your wife is the ugliest in all of Yun Province."

"This criminal is really something, living in self-deception."

The voices throughout the hall rose continuously, filled with endless mockery. Everyone felt that Sikong Jing was just a normal man; even though he had accepted Su Yuexi, he still couldn't accept her ugliness.

The next instant, Sikong Jing vanished from where he stood... Slap, slap, slap, slap!

A series of crisp sounds rang out, and everyone, including Luo Tong's wife, was struck hard across the face by him.

Sikong Jing's speed was bizarre to the extreme, leaving no room for defense.

In the moment of shock and rage that gripped the hall, he returned to Su Yuexi's side, took her hand, and stared at the crowd.

"These slaps are not just because you spoke ill of Yuexi, but also punishment for humiliating my father-in-law."

When they arrived at the Birthday Banquet, Su Zhenglong had been a tiger fallen in the plains, bullied by dogs, and Sikong Jing had kept every bit of it in his heart.

If Su Xuefeng had been moved by the statue of Yuexi's grandmother, there would naturally be no need for him to act, but since Su Xuefeng remained stubborn and unrepentant, he would certainly vent this frustration for his father-in-law.

"And the fact is, Yuexi is the most beautiful woman in the world."

As his voice fell, Su Yuexi was stunned. Why did Jing Gege say something like that again?

Swish...

The next instant, Su Yuexi felt her veil go light, as it was ripped away by Sikong Jing.

In a flash, a face of stunning, peerless beauty was revealed.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze at that moment. Whether it was Su Xuefeng, whose anger had been reignited, the guests whose faces were burning from the slaps and were preparing to lash out, or Su Zhenglong and his wife—everyone's eyes widened.

One thought crossed every mind: Is this a celestial being?

"Ah!"

Su Yuexi shrieked, frantically covering her face, feeling both shy and flustered. "Jing Gege, give me back my veil!"

She was the only one in the entire hall who didn't realize how beautiful she looked at that moment.

Sikong Jing looked at Su Yuexi tenderly and said softly, "From today on, you don't need to wear a veil anymore. Even if you weren't the most beautiful woman in the world, you would still be the most beautiful in Yun Province."

As he spoke, Sikong Jing pulled away Su Yuexi's hands from her face and gently stroked it. "Your face, it has recovered!"

Hum!

A thunderclap roared in Su Yuexi's mind. She was left only with confusion and disbelief; how could it have recovered so suddenly?

"Yuexi, let Mother see your face quickly."

Before Su Yuexi could react, Mei Xiaofang lunged forward, staring intently at her daughter with tears streaming down her face, then began kissing her cheeks frantically, acting manic and wild as she cried, "It's healed, your face is truly healed."

Su Zhenglong's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he let out a wild, booming laugh.

He pointed at Su Xuefeng, as if venting years of frustration, and declared, "Father, did you see that?"

"Yuexi's face is healed. She is no longer the ugliest person in all of Yun Province City, and she will no longer bring shame to the Su Clan."

Having said that, he gestured imposingly toward the entire crowd, "Did you all see it? Who dares to call my daughter ugly now?"

At this moment, Su Zhenglong felt as if he had received the greatest release of his life, even more excited than if his own injuries had been healed instantly.

From this day forward, his daughter would never have to suffer because of her ugliness again.

His father and the entire Su Clan could no longer use Yuexi's appearance to humiliate her; what could possibly make him happier than this?

The entire venue remained silent; they felt as if they were dreaming. How could such a thing be possible?

Finally, Su Yun's shrill scream pierced the air: "Impossible! This is fake, this face must be fake!"

The restored Su Yuexi was so beautiful that it ignited a fire of jealousy in Su Yun, a rage even greater than what she felt over the death of her elder brother, Su Shan.

Why should a monster that made people vomit at the sight of her be allowed to become this beautiful?

"Jing Gege, my, my face has really recovered?" Su Yuexi murmured to herself, unable to believe it.

Sikong Jing nodded with a smile, suddenly reaching out to draw a broadsword, using the flat of the blade as a mirror to reflect Su Yuexi's face.

In an instant, Su Yuexi saw herself in the reflection of the blade.

She covered her mouth, tears falling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Su Xuefeng's voice rang out: "Beautiful, truly beautiful. It certainly won't bring shame to our Su Clan anymore."

His face held a mixture of shock and confusion, but that shock slowly receded.

Su Zhenglong smiled with satisfaction. The reason his father had never treated his family well was precisely because Yuexi was too ugly and brought him shame.

Now, he finally had no more excuses, right?

"I now order you: you are not to allow Yuexi to share a room with this criminal."

"Once the criminal is dead, Yuexi can go to Yun Province City, find a noble young master to marry, and bring honor to our Su Clan."

Su Xuefeng's aged voice echoed throughout the venue, his tone devoid of any shred of affection.