Chapter 225: and translation of title

Ye Huanhuan, when that gust of wind blew, already felt an ominous premonition, but it was already too late.

The cloak was blown away by the wind, exposing her bald head where not a single blade of grass could grow!

Under the moonlight lamps, crystal clear and translucent, like a braised egg!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, frozen on the spot, eyes wide open, as if they had suffered a considerable visual shock!

A cool sensation on her head told her that her modesty cloth was gone! Ye Huanhuan at that moment felt as if struck by lightning, her pupils shrinking to a point, her body stiffening like stone.

How could this happen?

Her cloak, incredibly, was blown away by the wind!

No…

After a while, the Yuhua Yuan erupted with bursts of laughter and discussion.

"When did Ye Huanhuan shave her head bald? Could she be planning to become a nun?"

"Hahaha, this bald head is enough to make me laugh for a lifetime!"

"Emma, this is too ridiculous!"

……

Perhaps because expectations for Ye Huanhuan were too high, seeing her suddenly turn bald, the huge contrast looked especially hilarious.

Feeling the mocking gazes from all directions, Ye Huanhuan broke out in big beads of cold sweat on her forehead, both angry and ashamed, utterly unable to face herself, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Zhao Shi's heart gave a jolt.

She had originally hoped to deceive everyone with the cloak and veil, to get through tonight.

Zhao Shi could keenly sense that those who had just flattered them were now laughing, each more gleeful at their misfortune than the last!

Ye Yu was greatly startled, as if seeing a ghost, he exclaimed: "What is going on?!"

Zhao Shi gritted her teeth and said resentfully: "It's all because of Ye Qingran!"

Ye Yu clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, he hated Ye Qingran intensely. If it weren't for her, Ye Huanhuan wouldn't have embarrassed herself, and the Ye Residence wouldn't have been dragged into disgrace!

Dongfang Qingxuan, Ye Huanhuan's future husband, even stood up in shock, his eyes showing increasing disdain and contempt. As the Crown Princess of the Donglin Crown Prince, how could she be bald?

Feeling the contempt in the Crown Prince's eyes, Ye Huanhuan almost wished to die.

But at this moment, someone still watching the spectacle loudly jeered: "Hahaha, who normally wears a cloak for no reason? I just said, Ye Huanhuan, you're just an ugly freak, and you still refuse to admit it!"

Xia Zhimeng's face was filled with an exaggerated smile.

Seeing Ye Huanhuan lose face, she felt it was incredibly satisfying!

She had long been tired of Ye Huanhuan's hypocrisy and pretense, especially after learning that this lowly person had once dug up her sister Ye Qingran's Spiritual Root; she wished Ye Huanhuan would just die!

Ling Shaoyang had no grudge against Ye Huanhuan before, but after learning of the grudge between his master and her, he became hostile toward her. Thus, the usually quiet Ling Shaoyang couldn't help but sneer: "Are you trying to compete with tonight's moon?"

The crowd pondered that remark, then their mouths twitched.

Ye Huanhuan's smooth, round bald head, when viewed from afar, oddly resembled the jade disk in the sky.

"Hahaha, Crown Prince Ling is truly amazing!"

From the crowd came a burst of laughter.

Lord Ling's drinking motion paused; seeing his grandson earnestly telling a joke, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth several times.

"My grandson, since you took on a good master, you've become more and more talented!"

Several disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect never expected that the junior sister they last saw with waist‑long hair would, after a time apart, become bald.

Ling Qingwu's brows knit tightly, a flash of contempt crossing her eyes.

What is Ye Huanhuan doing? This appearance isn't she disgracing the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect?

Ye Qingran admired Ye Huanhuan's bald look for a moment, blinking several times, recalling how the two little ones had said they shaved Ye Huanhuan's head; before she hadn't thought much of it, but now seeing their handiwork firsthand, what could she say?

Anyway, it's pretty hard on the eyes!

Especially since she was used to Ye Huanhuan's flowing long hair, it's now even harder to look directly at her current appearance!

"Erza, you two are really talented!"

Ye Huanhuan trembled all over, closed her eyes, embarrassed to the point of almost fainting. But then she suddenly realized that if she could draw this Imperial-level Sword, she could turn the tide!

Thus her gaze darkened, shifting from embarrassment to resolve.

However, this time she had learned her lesson; to avoid a repeat of what just happened, she covered her veil with one hand.

The veil was her last piece of modesty cloth!

Fu San twitched the corner of his mouth beside her.

Ye Huanhuan truly is disabled in body but steadfast in will. Even at this point, she still firmly believes she can draw that sword?

Having offended the Empress, don't you have any sense of your limits?

Just as Ye Huanhuan was about to exert force, Xia Zhimeng's mocking voice came again: "Ye Huanhuan, be careful, lest another gust of wind blow away your veil!"

Earlier, everyone's attention had been on Ye Huanhuan's head; hearing Xia Zhimeng's words, they only then noticed she was still wearing a veil.

Could it be that Ye Huanhuan not only lost her hair, but her appearance is ruined as well?

Ye Huanhuan was so angry she wanted to kill Xia Zhimeng!

However, at this moment she cannot be distracted. She must draw the Imperial-level Sword and then astonish everyone!

Clang~

A metallic scraping sound came, and everyone's expressions tightened.

Countless gazes fixed on the Imperial-level Sword; at the junction of sheath and hilt, a sliver of silver light leaked out—that was the light reflected from the blade!

Could it be…

Ye Huanhuan's heart surged with joy.

She, she did it!

She, Ye Huanhuan, really did it!

She drew the Imperial-level Sword, and from then on, she would leap to become one of the core disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, rising swiftly and being highly revered!

"No way…" Xia Zhimeng murmured softly.

It can't be as she thinks!

Anyone could see the ecstatic grin on Ye Huanhuan's face, and with that bald head, it became even more comical.

"Could it be that Ye Huanhuan is actually going to pull this sword out?"

"It seems so! Never expected that, in the end, Ye Huanhuan would be the one to pull it out!"

……

The mockery on everyone's faces turned into solemnity.

Fu San's expression was calm; upon closer look, one could still see the contempt in his eyes.

An ugly woman with a vicious mind still dares to think she can draw the Imperial-level Sword?

Foolish dreaming!

After the ecstatic surge in Ye Huanhuan's heart, they suddenly increased force with their hand, attempting to fully draw the sword.

But…

When they exerted force to pull it out, they were shocked to find that the sword, which had already become loose, was actually… completely still!

It seemed as if it were stuck to the Sword Sheath!

"No, that's impossible!"

Ye Huanhuan felt a sudden thump in their heart, a wave of despair rose, but they couldn't easily accept it. So they increased their force again and tried once more!

After repeating this attempt several times, the sword remained as steady as Mount Tai, and the onlookers also noticed the oddity.

"It seems the earlier scene was an illusion. Ye Huanhuan simply cannot pull it out!"

"Hah, I thought they could pull it out, what a pointless excitement!"

"All that fuss, and it was all in vain, and they even exposed their bald head; Ye Huanhuan really took a big loss!"

……

Various sounds filled Ye Huanhuan's ears, and their complexion instantly turned ashen. Suddenly clenching their teeth, they exerted their utmost force!

Suddenly, a massive force rebounded from the sword, catching Ye Huanhuan off guard; they were violently flung away, landing sprawled on the ground with a heavy thud.

They had been shielding the veil on their face with one hand, but the massive force came so abruptly that they couldn't react; when they fell to the ground, the veil also flew away!

That multicolored, uneven face was instantly laid bare before everyone's eyes!