Chapter 131: She Is the Medicine King Gu Gu Master!

Hearing footsteps from outside, Ling Zhengrong set down his tea cup, glanced sideways, and through the lattice wooden wall could vaguely see several figures walking toward the main gate, soon appearing at the doorway.

Ling Zhengrong focused his eyes and saw a woman in white, surrounded by two maids, strolling in slowly.

The woman wore a white robe whiter than snow, her temperament elegant and ethereal, jet‑black hair flowing like three thousand strands, skin as white as jade.

But her face was veiled by white gauze, hazy and indistinct, revealing only delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Those eyebrows and eyes…

At first glance, Ling Zhengrong's brow twitched, and almost instinctively he thought of that person; his pupils constricted sharply, and he was so excited he almost didn't stand up.

But he quickly came to his senses, and a self‑deprecating smile rose in his heart.

That person is the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley! How could she appear at the Prime Minister's Residence of Donglin Country?

He must be overthinking it.

"Qingran, this is Lord Ling of the Ling residence," Ye Yu, naturally not noticing Ling Zhengrong's oddity, said first.

Ye Qingran nodded, and toward Ling Zhengrong she nodded again, "Pleased to meet Lord Ling!"

Ling Zhengrong's gaze fixed on Ye Qingran, slightly surprised.

If he didn't know Ye Qingran was the legitimate daughter of the Ye Residence, his first glance would truly have taken her for the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley.

Their figures were quite similar, and their temperaments somewhat alike, but the Valley Master has always lived a secluded, lofty life, and could have no connection with a miss from the Prime Minister's Residence of this tiny Donglin Country.

"You are Ye Qingran, right?"

Ye Qingran nodded.

"The matter is this: I have come today concerning my grandson Ling Shaoyang," Ling Zhengrong said calmly; his voice, though aged, retained the robust strength of his youth, exuding a militaristic aura of iron‑blooded cold edge.

"I heard you made a bet at the hunting gala: if he loses to you in the Archery Competition, he must become your disciple. Is that true?"

"Indeed, that is the case."

Ye Qingran gave a slight nod, her tone calm and neither humble nor arrogant, which caused the veteran general Ling Zhengrong, who had roamed battlefields for decades, to feel a surge of surprise.

"Since this is indeed the case, may the young lady of the Ye Family grant me a favor?"

"Lord Ling, what favor do you wish me to grant you?"

"Renounce the right to become the master of my grandson Ling Shaoyang. Of course, our residence will compensate for this, so you will not be wronged. As for any requests, feel free to state them; as long as our residence can afford it, we will try to fulfill them."

Ye Qingran gave a faint smile.

"Young lady of the Ye Family, what are you laughing at?"

"I have no issue on my side, but I fear Crown Prince Ling, whose sense of justice is as lofty as the clouds, whose word is as weighty as nine tripods; he could not possibly betray his oath, could he?"

Ling Zhengrong choked, his already dark‑red complexion turning even redder.

Ye Yu glared, "Qingran, why are you speaking to Lord Ling?"

"The young lady of the Ye Family truly understands my Ling Shaoyang," Ling Zhengrong said with a slight shake of his head.

That grandson of his is like a stone in a cesspit—stinky and hard; who knows what he inherited?

"Of course, after all we are both among the three oddities of Xiliang City; people naturally group together."

Ling Zhengrong: "……"

This doesn't seem like something to brag about, does it?

"To be frank, I have already found a master for Ling Shaoyang, but he was unaware before, which caused this situation. So, if the young lady of the Ye Family agrees, I will find a way to appease Ling Shaoyang."

"Oh? I wonder which master Lord Ling found for Ling Shaoyang that he values so highly?"

Ling Zhengrong hadn't intended to elaborate, but thinking that this matter also involved Ye Qingran, who had the right to know, he laid it all out: "She is the Medicine King Gu Gu Master!"

"Medicine King Gu Gu Master?"

Ye Qingran showed no reaction, but Ye Yu was startled enough to stand up.

The great name of the Medicine King Gu Gu Master is known throughout the Central Region.

If one could become a disciple of the Medicine King Gu Gu Master, it would be the utmost honor; wouldn't the future be a smooth ascent to glory?

A calculating glint shone in Ye Yu's eyes.

His second daughter, Ye Huanhuan, is so outstanding; could she leverage Ling Zhengrong's connection and also become a disciple under the Medicine King Gu Gu Master?

Although she is already a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Immortal, having an additional master wouldn't matter, would it?

Then, with Ye Yu's daughter being a person of Yaowang Valley, it would bring great face when spoken of; even His Majesty would have to respect him!

Ling Zhengrong kept his gaze on Ye Qingran; when she mentioned the Medicine King Gu Gu Master, she showed no reaction, only a faint look of understanding, and in his heart he couldn't help but feel a few more points of admiration for this young lady of the Ye Family.

Unperturbed by honor or disgrace, watching the garden's blossoms rise and fall—truly a bit like her mother!

"Since the other party is the Medicine King Gu Gu Master, Qingran, you can't compare with them; give up quickly!" Ye Yu shouted impatiently.

In his view, his eldest daughter was good for nothing; how could she compare with the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley?

Ye Qingran didn't even glance at Ye Yu, treating his words as if he were farting!

"Since Lord Ling is so insistent, I can't refuse this favor, can I..." Ye Qingran said lightly, glancing casually toward the doorway, and continued slowly, "If that's the case, then I will not…"

"I disagree!"

Ye Qingran hadn't finished her sentence when a clear shout from outside cut her off.

As the words fell, Ling Zhengrong's complexion turned especially sour.

A figure rushed from a few steps outside into the front hall.

A few people looked on in surprise, and saw a youth whose posture was like a pine, features exceptionally handsome, yet his face was as cold as frost, exuding a strong aura of killing intent.

He clenched his fist, veins bulging on his forehead, seeming deeply angry.

Behind him, a group of people stood in a theatrical pose, moving in clusters of three or five, strolling toward the front hall.

It turned out to be a group of Xiliang noblewomen led by Ye Huanhuan.

"Impostor!"

Ling Zhengrong slammed the table and rose, shouting an angry curse.

He was already about to succeed, who would have thought that this brat would rush out at the critical moment and cause trouble, really making him furious!

Seeing this, Ye Huanhuan and the others couldn't help but reveal a playful smile.

Indeed, everyone says that Ling Shaoyang's temper is exactly like Ling Zhengrong's when he was young; both of them are extremely stubborn, and now that they have clashed, the inevitable head-breaking bloodshed will not be settled easily.

This will be a very wonderful show!

「Grandfather, I said it already, a gentleman's word is hard to take back; since I have already promised Ye Qingran to take her as my teacher, I should indeed take her as my teacher! Even if the teacher you found for me is the Valley Master of the Yaowang Valley, what of it? If I go back on my word and betray righteousness, even if I go to the Yaowang Valley to cultivate, I fear I will never achieve anything in this life! 」

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.