Chapter 159: Two Young Children

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More exaggerated gasps rose and fell.

Pairs of eyes stared, bulging like copper bells.

No one in the Wine House could have imagined that the exceedingly mysterious National Master would deign to lower himself, appear at the banquet, and declare his feelings to Ye Qingran on the spot!

"Did Ye Qingran agree?"

"Seems not…"

The crowd: "…"

Could this Ye Qingran have lost her mind?

As the saying goes, there is no wall that doesn't leak. Even a night after the banquet, what happened spread quickly, becoming the talk of every Xiliang commoner.

Everyone was discussing Ye Qingran, mainly pondering what charm she possessed to make the most mysterious and powerful National Master of Donglin Country fall utterly mesmerized!

"No matter how formidable Ye Qingran is, won't she eventually be beneath me for pleasure?"

A sudden voice rang out.

Uh…

Probably because the words were not only loud but also extremely blunt, everyone shut their mouths and cast curious glances at this 'warrior'.

The speaker stepped in from the Wine House doorway, a white robe draped over a plump body, pale complexion, pimples dotting the face, eyes tiny as black beans, a flat nose, thick lips—plainly ugly.

Though the newcomer was ugly, his entourage was impressive. Eight guards surrounded him, each exuding a heavy aura, clearly masters of their craft.

"The young master from Guanglu Fu!"

"You mean it's Zhao Hao?!"

…

Sharp-eyed onlookers recognized the newcomer, and the entire Wine House boiled over. It wasn't that Zhao Hao himself was especially famous, but because not long ago Ye Qingran had kicked his vital organ to pieces, making the already notorious Zhao Hao infamous throughout Xiliang. The scandal spread wildly, known to all.

Now, is this… good?

Investigative gazes turned beneath Zhao Hao, seeing nothing. Yet just from his arrogant demeanor one could guess the outcome.

"It is said that at the Medicine King Pavilion auction, the Zhao Family spent a fortune to acquire a rare spirit plant that healed Zhao Hao's injury."

"That seems to be the case. At that time Ye Qingran deliberately made things difficult for the Zhao Family, turning a plant that would have cost one million gold into a price twenty times higher…"

"The plant is called Huanfeng Herb; it's not expensive itself, but the Zhao Family splashed a fortune for Zhao Hao."

…

The crowd murmured; hearing them discuss him in unflattering terms about that past disgrace, Zhao Hao frowned, clearly displeased.

His guards, seeing this, fawned, "He is the young master of Guanglu Fu; if you dare criticize again, watch me cut out your tongues!"

Everyone fell silent, daring not to speak further.

Although they held little affection for Zhao Hao, his father was a Guanglu Daifu, an official of the court, with kinship ties to the Prime Minister's Residence; ever since antiquity, commoners do not contend with officials, and they could not afford to provoke this Zhao Hao.

In a corner, two tiny figures ordered tea. The little ones, mouths dry and tongues stiff after playing, mimicked the surrounding guests and requested a pot of tea.

Before the tea even reached their throats, they heard someone speak rudely!

The target was their most beloved mother!

Two pairs of tender eyes lifted in succession, flashing with a cold hue.

Ye Qingran is their Reverse Scale; touching it means certain death!

The two are the masked Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen.

After the guards warned everyone, Zhao Hao intended to go upstairs, where a private suite already awaited him with beauties ready for his favor.

Two figures blocked his path.

Zhao Hao looked down and saw two tiny infants. Their chubby faces instantly showed impatience.

"Get out of my way, you two clueless dogs, daring to block my path?"

His voice was already unpleasant, and now his tone turned fierce, causing listeners to frown. Seeing that the others were merely two innocent children, Zhao Hao's attitude made them deeply resentful.

"Uncle, my mother said it's wrong to speak ill of others behind their backs! Didn't your mother teach you?"

Mo Xiaohu lifted her small face, solemn, her soft, cute tone earnest, evoking both pity and affection.

The crowd couldn't help but sigh, how sensible a child!

"I speak ill behind someone's back, so what? What's it to you? If you don't want to die, get lost, don't delay me from playing with beauties!"

Zhao Hao's tone was vulgar, littered with curses; his upbringing compared to the two little kids was worlds apart, like heaven and earth.

Zhao Hao is still the young master of Guanglu Fu, a scion of a prestigious family—such upbringing? Truly disappointing!

"We can step aside, but you must apologize for what you just said!" Fu Qianchen's dark eyes, like his father's, were deep and distant.

His tone bore stubbornness, as if Zhao Hao didn't apologize today, there would be no way forward!

"Apologize?"

Zhao Hao seemed to hear the biggest joke. Making the illustrious Guanglu Fu's eldest son apologize?

A fool's dream!

Zhao Hao, thinking only of the beauties awaiting him upstairs, dismissed the two children, gesturing to his guards: "Take care of these two kids! Capture them, chop them up, and throw them into the mountains for beasts!" His eyes turned icy. Those who offend him have only death ahead!

The crowd couldn't help but feel a hidden dread.

This Zhao Hao is perhaps too arrogant, isn't he?

Under the Son of Heaven, acting so recklessly, disregarding law—does he truly think the world is ruled by his Zhao family?

However, many who saw Fu Qianchen and Mo Xiaohu's attire realized that although they had good bearing, their clothes were plain—not the silk brocades of wealthy families, not splendid embroidered garments—suggesting modest origins. Zhao Hao's arrogance is indeed arrogance, but he is also a bully who fears the strong and preys on the weak; likely he saw the two children had no background, so he dared to brazenly threaten to kill them.

"Uncle, don't be so cruel! If you kill us openly, people will talk. How about this: you fight us; if we lose, you can go up; if you lose, you apologize. How does that sound?"

Mo Xiaohu's tone was light and harmless, yet a flash of cunning crossed her bright eyes, unnoticed by anyone.

The crowd, hearing this, thought the suggestion was good. Though the two little kids might not match Zhao Hao, at least they wouldn't be killed by him.

Zhao Hao furrowed his brows, his mind occupied with the beauty, having no time to play with anything else.

"What's wrong, Uncle? You don't dare anymore? You can't even beat a kid? Are you still a man?"

Seeing Zhao Hao hesitate, Mo Xiaohu employed the provocation tactic.

Upon hearing those words, Zhao Hao's face turned as black as a pot bottom.

Earlier, Ye Qingran kicked and ruined his manhood; during that time, many people looked at him with strange expressions, and some even asked him whether he was still a man.

This incident dealt him a heavy blow, leaving a shadow in his heart; even now that it's healed, it remains a thorn in his heart.

"Since you're seeking death, I'll grant it! I warn you first—I won't hold back; if you die, it's your own fault!"

"You're so fat, you're surely not agile—you might not even touch our hem!" Fu Qianchen snorted; these words directly enraged Zhao Hao, who gritted his teeth and, without another word, lunged at the two children.

Fierce and ruthless!

"Uncle, if you're a man, don't let them help you!"

Mo Xiaohu tapped his foot, dodged Zhao Hao's attack, pointed at the guards behind Zhao Hao, and giggled.