The Reborn Aristocrat’s Daughter
Chapter 281 Who is the Assassin of Old Deng (1)_1

Chapter 281: Chapter 281 Who is the Assassin of Old Deng (1)_1

And Situ Muli’s answer silenced Situ Xin for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the material in Zhou Anbang’s hands was indeed real.

When Situ Xin finally left, she kept the materials she had gotten from Zhou Anbang about his side of things. Holding the few pages of evidence that implicated the highest leader in a murder-for-hire scheme in her hands, Situ Xin said, "After making a copy of these, give the original to the higher-ups. As for this, I think I better keep it myself." Situ Xin decided to keep this matter a secret for now. "Don’t mention this to anyone from The Dark Division, let’s just leave it at that for now. But still, tell Xiang Yang and the others to monitor that person’s movements closely after Zhou Anbang’s matter is settled."

To tell the truth, Situ Xin was very dissatisfied with the highest leader after seeing the information. But that person wasn’t someone you could just make a move against whenever you wanted, so, for the time being, Situ Xin chose to conceal the matter.

However, Situ Xin knew the ambition in the highest leader’s heart and feared his next moves, so she decided to keep a close eye on the dangerous individual, which gave her a greater sense of security.

Just as Situ Xin was zoning out in her seat, a figure suddenly burst into the classroom from outside. Before anyone could react, the figure charged straight to Murong Wanyu’s seat.

"Murong Wanyu, I’m going to strangle you. It was all because of you, all because of your family, that our family was driven out by grandfather and lost everything."

Murong Wanyu was terrified by the crazed hatred in Murong Mengyao’s eyes; she sat frozen, staring fixedly at Murong Mengyao, forgetting to dodge the hand reaching for her throat.

When Situ Xin snapped back to reality, what she saw was a disheveled person yelling and reaching out to choke Murong Wanyu. At a casual glance, no one would have recognized the usually meticulous, haughty Murong Mengyao.

It was too late for Situ Xin to reach for the Silver Needle in her space at that moment, so she grabbed an eraser from the desk and threw it at the acupoint on Murong Mengyao’s hand.

"Ouch!" Just as Murong Mengyao’s hand was about to touch Murong Wanyu’s neck, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist and suddenly couldn’t exert any strength.

Murong Wanyu was completely petrified by the scene. Even when Murong Mengyao was holding her other hand and crying out, Murong Wanyu couldn’t snap out of it.

The classmates, initially stunned by Murong Mengyao’s actions, only came to their senses when they heard her cry out in pain. Suddenly, the classroom erupted into chaos.

"Is that Murong Mengyao?"

"Looks like her, but didn’t Murong Mengyao always carry herself like a spoiled heiress, always holding her head high? What happened to her today, looking like this?"

Once the classmates regained their composure, they started whispering and discussing among themselves.

Murong Mengyao, enduring the focused pain in her wrist, shouted at the other students in the class, "All of you shut up."

At this time, the students in the class paid no attention to Murong Mengyao’s words. Everyone continued to say what they were saying as before.

Even some who had always looked down on Murong Mengyao cast contemptuous glances at her, "Who do you think you are? Why should we listen to you?"

Situ Xin’s brow furrowed upon hearing the noisy classroom. Xiao Muli, who took note of every bit of Situ Xin’s behavior, knew she disliked the clamor as soon as he saw her furrowed brows.

With a cold face, Xiao Muli stood up and said to the whole class, "What’s all the noise about." Xiao Muli’s voice wasn’t loud, but as soon as he spoke, the entire class immediately fell silent. After all, despite Xiao Muli’s usual cold demeanor and silence, the students were somewhat afraid of the prince-like figure.

"Excuse me, is Murong Wanyu in this class?" Murong Ansheng appeared at the door right after the class quieted down.

"Brother, why are you here?" Murong Wanyu, hearing her brother’s voice, snapped back to reality. Turning her head and seeing it was indeed her brother, she hurriedly stood up, pushed Murong Mengyao aside, and ran to her brother.

"Oh, Grandfather called and asked the whole family to come back. So, Dad sent me to pick you up," Murong Ansheng said, noticing the unusual atmosphere in Murong Wanyu’s class and asking, "Wanyu, what happened in your class?" Murong Wanyu had just calmed down, but the question from her brother reminded her of Murong Mengyao’s frantic look earlier, and her tears came flooding out. This left Murong Ansheng, who rarely saw his sister cry, flustered.

"Sister, why are you crying? Tell me what happened, and I want to see who dares to bully my sister," Murong Ansheng said, glancing into the classroom, believing that the bully was someone from his sister’s class.

Murong Mengyao, seeing Murong Wanyu talking with Murong Ansheng at the classroom door, felt her anger rush to her head. Disregarding the pain in her hand, she ran toward them, ready to scold them on the spot.

"Enough, don’t act like a shrew, throwing our family’s face everywhere. Grandfather asked me to bring you home," said Murong Mengyao’s brother, Murong Anche. Unlike Murong Mengyao, Murong Anche was more secretive and polite towards his second uncle’s family as well.

"Brother." If there was anyone in the entire Murong Family that Murong Mengyao feared besides Old Master Murong, it was her brother. Thus, quieted by Murong Anche’s words, she calmed down.

"Let’s go, Grandfather is waiting for us at home," said Murong Anche, not entertaining Murong Mengyao any further, uttering these words before directly leaving.

Once Murong Wanyu and the others had left, the class returned to normal. Situ Xin, watching their departing figures, pondered for a moment, then took out her phone and stepped out of the classroom to make a call to Xia Yujie.

At the Murong Family residence.

Xia Yujie and Liu Yuxiang, along with a host of subordinates, sat haughtily on the sofa facing Old Master Murong. Murong Tao and Murong Chen were sitting next to Old Master Murong.