Chapter 260 The Final Blow (Part Two)

"Wait a moment."

Sang Yuwan suppressed her panic and urgently called out to the servants.

The servant stopped, turned around, and looked at her nervously.

Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and she said coldly, "Let her in."

The servant replied respectfully, "Yes."

Mingzhan was somewhat puzzled. "Wan'er, do you know who she is?"

Sang Yuwan shook her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowing. "I don't know."

Mingzhan said worriedly, "At this time, it's better to avoid trouble. Besides, Shen Yilin is still in Jiangcheng. We need to be careful about everything."

Sang Yuwan gave a cold smile. "I'd like to have him come, but I'm afraid he doesn't have the guts."

Ming Zhan frowned deeply, his brow furrowed with worry. "Wan'er, Shen Yilin is a stubborn and ruthless man. We must be careful."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and nodded silently.

The servants quickly led a thin, haggard middle-aged woman to the mourning hall.

Her eyes were slightly sunken, and dark circles were faintly visible. Her hair, which was tied up, was streaked with gray, making her appear exceptionally thin and aged.

When Sang Yuwan saw her, her pupils contracted, and she sneered, "She's got some nerve."

Mingzhan's expression froze. "You know her?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes were dark and deep, and her low voice sounded like it was filled with ice, "Shen Yilin's birth mother."

Ming Zhan's brow twitched, and alarm bells immediately went off in his mind. He instantly stood in front of Sang Yuwan.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on Sang Yuwan's lips, a smile that held a hint of mockery and indifference.

Ming Zhan stared intently at the woman who entered, his gaze as cold and sharp as a blade.

He gestured to the servant beside him with his eyes.

A servant came over.

He whispered in his ear, "Have all the bodyguards come here."

The servants understood and left quietly.

Sang Yuwan walked out from behind Ming Zhan at a leisurely pace and stood side by side with him.

Mingzhan subconsciously reached out, wanting to pull her back behind him, "Wan'er, go and see Aunt Lan."

Sang Yuwan's gaze fell on the woman. Her deep, indifferent eyes were like the surface of a frozen lake in winter, calm and still, yet exuding an undeniable chill.

After a few seconds of silence, she slowly spoke.

"Second brother, she came to see me."

Mingzhan straightened his back. "I know. Wan'er, whatever her purpose is, don't pay any attention to her. Go quickly."

Since Bo Xingzhi's death, Shen Yilin has tried to kill Sang Yuwan several times.

He had to be on guard.

When they were little, he promised her that he would protect her and not let her get hurt in any way.

However, he has not done it yet.

On the contrary, Rong Zhi saved Sang Yuwan many times.

This time, Ming Zhan didn't want to rely on others.

Because this is the Ming family's residence.

As the heir of the Ming family, I have the responsibility and obligation to protect every member of the Ming family.

The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in an invisible atmosphere of tension, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Sang Yuwan stood still, her face showing no sign of panic or helplessness. "Second Brother, it's time for me to settle things with Shen Yilin."

Mingzhan's heart was in his throat, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Wan'er, be good."

Sang Yuwan watched as the woman lit incense and bowed three times respectfully before Ming Xiao's memorial tablet.

She smiled and said, "Second Brother, don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Mingzhan became increasingly uneasy.

At that moment, the bodyguards came in.

Hearing the sharp footsteps, the middle-aged woman involuntarily shivered. She took two deep breaths, pressed her lips tightly together, and slowly placed the incense sticks into the incense burner.

The wisps of smoke curled up like thin gauze dancing in the air, rising slowly and gathering into white clumps.

Mingzhan looked at her, almost holding his breath.

He gave his servants a meaningful look.

Several bodyguards instantly surrounded the woman.

The woman twisted her fingers, turned to the side, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I have something to say to Mrs. Bo."

Upon hearing this, Ming Zhan frowned deeply and asked coldly, "What do you want with her?"

The bodyguard was tall and imposing, blocking the woman's view. Her body trembled slightly, as if she were being invaded by an invisible chill.

She loosened her tightly pursed lips, revealing chapped lips covered in bloody teeth marks.

"I want to apologize to Madam Bo in person. Could you please make way?"

The bodyguard remained expressionless and motionless.

Ming Zhan's chest heaved, his tone growing increasingly sharp, "This is the mourning hall for the eldest young master of the Ming family. Allowing you to come in to pay your respects is already a great honor."

He paused, then said coldly, "Show them out."

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, one on each side, ready to attack her.

The woman's voice trembled violently, "Don't touch me, I have a bomb on me."

Ming Zhan was greatly shocked, and his first reaction was to leave with Sang Yuwan.

"Mrs. Bo, please don't move." The woman anticipated their reaction and spoke urgently in a hoarse voice.

Sang Yuwan didn't flinch or hesitate at all, a faint sneer curling at the corner of her lips, "Shen Yilin is really a piece of trash."

The woman fell silent for a moment.

The bodyguards, their faces expressionless, had chilling eyes and were all on edge.

The next second, a bodyguard ripped off her black coat.

Sure enough, a black mini bomb, about the size of a walkie-talkie, was hanging on the woman's back.

If it weren't for the flashing red warning light, no one would have noticed it at all.