Chapter 194: Younger Brother Yun Feng

Ye Qingran wants to say that she accidentally slept with the other party, and now the other party hates her to the bone; whenever the other party mentions that night's female lecherous thief, they wish to tear her to pieces.

She marries into Guoshi Fu, which is no different than a lamb walking into a tiger's mouth; if she were ever exposed, she wouldn't stand a chance.

Moreover, the National Master's identity is mysterious; besides his role as Donglin Grand Preceptor, he has other identities that she still doesn't know. In plain terms, the National Master is a more complex person than he appears.

She, however, simply does not like such complicated people.

But even though she thinks so, Ye Qingran would never say it. Her relationship with Wuhen hasn't yet reached the level of intimate, all‑talking.

"The National Master is too outstanding; I'm not worthy of him! Moreover, I crave freedom; once I finish the matters at hand, I'll travel the four seas. I enjoy food, drink, and fun, lacking ambition—how could I be the National Master's suitable partner?"

She says it half‑truth, half‑lie.

Wuhen silently clenches his back teeth. "This woman still wants to slip away while he's off guard?"

"Travel the four seas?"

"Fine!"

If he hadn't learned this news in advance, would she one day vanish without a trace, leaving him still in the dark?

Even if he is confident that under the heavens there is no one he cannot find, this woman has always been as cunning as a fox; if she deliberately hides from him, he truly lacks confidence that he could pull her out of the vast sea of people!

"Ye Qingran, I really have underestimated you!"

Ye Qingran stared blankly at the inexplicably ill‑tempered person before her, not knowing how she had offended him.

Is it her illusion? She increasingly feels that Wuhen and the National Master share many similarities.

At least, neither has a good temper!

They ate the meal in silence, neither speaking; occasional glances ended without result under Wuhen's indifferent demeanor.

After the meal, Ye Qingran poured Wuhen a cup of tea, "You're not from Xiliang City; staying forever in a wine house inn isn't ideal. I have a courtyard in the south of the city; you can stay there for a while."

Ye Qingran swore, she truly was doing it because Wuhen helped her, wanting to repay some favor. She really didn't think too much.

But hearing that, Wuhen took it differently.

Wuhen's motion to receive the tea paused. His gaze at Ye Qingran gradually darkened.

This woman actually still wants to support him? She even arranged a place for him to live?

Wuhen was literally undergoing a torment like ice and fire.

On one hand, he feels angry that Ye Qingran is secretly supporting him behind the National Master's back; on the other hand, he feels a faint excitement that the person being supported is himself.

After a while, he shook his head, "No need, I have a place to stay."

Wuhen gave another address.

Ye Qingran said nothing more. Wuhen seemed not short of money, so having a place in Xiliang City wasn't surprising.

"Alright. If I need your help, I'll send someone to that place to find you."

"Mm."

After drinking the tea, Ye Qingran stood up and took her leave.

Along the way, her mood wasn't as light as she expected.

Clearly Wuhen has already promised to help her; she thinks that before long the National Master will be completely disheartened, and she will be utterly free.

She should be happy, right!

But why does she always feel something is off?

Ye Qingran knit her brows, pondering endlessly along the way.

Qin Feng, dressed in a faded dark‑blue martial outfit, stood before the Medicine King Pavilion with an expectant expression.

He was tall and slender, his facial features firm, though he looked pale and thin.

Compared with last time, he was even more gaunt and haggard.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never look down on a youth in poverty."

This sentence deeply inspired him.

At that time, Ye Qingran told him that if he wanted to cure the Spiritual Root Poison, he should come to the Medicine King Pavilion to find her. Though he secretly hoped, he didn't dare to trust her outright. Moreover, he still had some matters unfinished, so he delayed for several months.

Hope—everything is still in time…

Qin Feng had just lifted a foot when a massive force knocked him aside.

"You smelly raggedy kid, scram fast—this Medicine King Pavilion is your kind of place?"

A sharp voice came from behind Qin Feng; he frowned, and the next instant another massive force kicked him aside.

Looking up, Qin Feng saw a flamboyantly dressed, strikingly beautiful girl surrounded by a group of muscular, exaggeratedly built guards, her expression proud as she walked toward the Medicine King Pavilion.

"What are you looking at?!"

The girl glared at Qin Feng, being willful and arrogant.

This commotion attracted the attention of many patrons inside the Medicine King Pavilion; many instantly recognized the girl's identity.

"Ugh, Thirteenth Princess!"

"Getting into trouble with the Thirteenth Princess, this kid is really unlucky."

"Now there's a good show!"

…

The crowd murmured.

Qin Feng, facing Dongfang Ling'er, involuntarily clenched his fist at his side.

"It's her again!"

"Apologize to this princess, and I'll spare your life!"

"Sorry." He forced himself to endure the humiliation.

"Sorry? Does sorry do anything? This princess's eyes have been stained by scum like you—how will you make amends?"

"How could that be reasonable!"

Qin Feng was furious, his body trembling uncontrollably.

What, you're not convinced?

Dongfang Ling'er crossed her arms, seeing Qin Feng lift his head, she blinked slightly, thought of something, and her smile turned colder: "Oh, it's you!"

Last time on Xuanwu Street, it was because of this beggar that she made Ye Qingran kneel in public, losing all face!

Slap~

Dongfang Ling'er said nothing, raised her hand and slapped Qin Feng. The force was so great that instantly half his face turned red and swollen.

Who allowed you to look at me with that gaze?

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, wishing he could perish together with Dongfang Ling'er.

But now he's just a cripple, not even worthy of perishing together!

Dongfang Ling'er sneered: "Are you angry? Do you want to kill me? Too bad you lack the ability! You lowly commoners aren't even fit to compare to a dog raised by this princess! Lowly slave, remember to be reborn well in your next life!"

Move your gaze away!

Qin Feng remained unmoved, his eyes dark as the abyss, like a lone wolf.

Dongfang Ling'er, unable to contain her anger, raised her hand and delivered two more slaps.

Qin Feng stood firm, unmoving like a statue.

Dongfang Ling'er gritted her teeth: "Fine, I don't believe I can't subdue you today!"

She stretched out both hands, raising them to rain crackling slaps onto Qin Feng's face.

For a moment, the crisp sounds echoed through the first floor of the Medicine King Pavilion.

Everyone secretly trembled, never having seen such a stubborn person, possessing a noble spirit akin to 'one who can be killed but not humiliated'.

Even if the bodily pain were as fierce as a tidal wave, it still paled in comparison to the inner humiliation.

He, Qin Feng, would rather die standing than live kneeling!

After Dongfang Ling'er grew tired from striking, Qin Feng continued to stare straight at her, making her feel creeped out.

Dongfang Ling'er waved her hand: "Beat him to death!"

A group of people, hearing the sound, rushed to surround Qin Feng.

……

Leaving Qin Ge, Ye Qingran, passing by the Medicine King Pavilion, sensed the commotion ahead.

Go see what happened.

Leng Yue returned quickly, her expression not good: "Miss, it's Qin Feng! He's provoked Dongfang Ling'er again!"

Qin Feng?

Ye Qingran had a moment of surprise, seeming unfamiliar with that name, but soon recalled it.

That young man, who shared similar experiences with her past-life younger brother Yun Feng…