Chapter 249

On the vast square, a fair-skinned figure ran wildly around the Xuanwu Platform.

"Ye Qingran, the humiliation I suffered today will be repaid a thousand, ten thousand times!"

Ye Huanhuan ran while muttering venomously.

Everything she suffered was all thanks to Ye Qingran! If not for her, Ye Huanhuan would still be the Crown Princess of Donglin Country, looked up to by all.

It was Ye Qingran who took everything from her!

Even when she made up her mind to streak naked, she had already figured it out: as long as she could get everything she wanted, what did chastity and reputation matter?

As long as she is strong enough, wouldn't everyone still have to act according to her mood?

Ye Qingran watched that naked figure, hearing the mockery and commentary from around, her face showing no ripple.

From the moment Ye Huanhuan, on the Break Soul Abyss, had her belly ripped open and her child taken out, her fate was sealed. This is her punishment, but certainly not the final ending.

Ye Huanhuan, what you have to repay is far worse!

Although Ling Qingwu did not streak herself, Ye Huanhuan, a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Immortal, streaking in public was likewise a different kind of insult to her!

When have the noble disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect ever suffered such treatment?

But Ye Qingran not only humiliated them verbally in public, she also made the Xuan Yuan disciples streak; today's grudge, she will surely repay a hundredfold!

Ling Qingwu struggled to rise from the ground, leading the remaining few Xuan Yuan Sword Sect disciples in a sorry retreat, not even bothering with Ye Huanhuan.

The crowd watched those several ashen silhouettes depart, sighing endlessly.

Is this still just a moment ago those lofty, overbearing Xuan Yuan disciples?

In contrast, Ye Qingran radiated youthful splendor, her sharpness blazing like ten thousand zhang...

The crowd faintly felt that Ye Qingran's era had arrived...

Feng Yi was taken by Ye Qingran to Ting Yu Xuan.

The two children saw a stranger come to their home and were both full of curiosity.

"Xiao Chen, Xiao Hu, this is Feng Yi; would you like to call him Brother Yi?"

Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen stood, heads tilted up, looking at this brother as tall as a mountain, their big eyes blinking. Before Feng Yi, they seemed pitifully small.

Surely this is brother, but why does he feel about the same height as Father Lord (National Master Uncle)?

"Brother Yi, you're so tall, about the same height as National Master Uncle!" Mo Xiaohu had to lift his head to see Feng Yi's face clearly.

Fu Qianchen furrowed his brow, suddenly wondering, "Brother Yi? Could you also be Mother's child?"

Pfft~

Han Xing Leng Yue burst out laughing.

Ye Qingran gave Fu Qianchen an annoyed glare.

Is she really that old?

Feng Yi looked at the handsome, soft little ones before him, his gaze softening, "Master Ancestor, are these your children?"

Ye Qingran nodded.

Feng Yi actually doesn't much like children; during his training, the kids he saw were always crying and whining, which he found noisy. But he is protective of his own and loves the house and its crows—since he likes the Master Ancestor, he naturally likes the Master Ancestor's children.

Thus, Feng Yi squatted down, gave a rare smile, and said, "Hello. I am your brother."

The two children each took one side, hugging Feng Yi's sturdy arms, and shouted in unison, "Brother Yi, hello!"

Their youthful faces close at hand were delicate and lovely, they even smelled nice; most importantly, they were not noisy at all, and Feng Yi's initial fondness born of loving the house and its crows turned into genuine liking.

Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen were actually not the type to easily play with strangers, but Feng Yi's utter purity and childlike mindset instead sped up the harmonizing of their relationship.

Thus, the child‑at‑heart Feng Yi soon played together with the two children.

Han Xing, watching from the side, couldn't help but remark, "Feng Yi really is like a child."

Yes, a heart that retains childlikeness is quite good.

"The Way of the Sword values a pure Dao heart; Ah Yi's sword has come this far largely because of his nature." However, such a nature, while beneficial in cultivation, becomes a trouble in these complicated worldly affairs.

All we hope is that he can find balance within it.

Guoshi Fu

Hearing that a handsome man had come to Ting Yu Xuan, Fu Hanxiu, filled with a sense of crisis, hurried over.

On the way, Fu San advised Fu Hanxiu, saying that Feng Yi was merely the disciple's son of Ye Qingran.

Fu Hanxiu disagreed: "I've seen many like this; using such a strange identity makes it easy for people to let their guard down!"

Fu San's mouth twitched.

Are you talking about yourself?

The two met in the courtyard.

At that moment, Feng Yi was playing 'lift high' with Fu Qianchen, while Mo Xiaohu clapped from the side.

Fu Hanxiu pushed the door open and met a pair of utterly pure and clear eyes.

His wild, fierce aura, his face chiseled like a knife and axe, and the harmonious atmosphere of him blending with the children…

Fu Hanxiu couldn't help but become wary.

As he sized up Feng Yi, Feng Yi was also sizing him up.

A man with a demon god's physique, an emperor's aura, peerless handsomeness, and unrivaled charm.

He stared, then furrowed his brows and asked, "Who are you?"

Fu Qianchen, seeing his father lord arrive, looked up and laughed, "Brother Yi, this is my father lord!"

Fu Hanxiu, seeing Fu Qianchen so close to Feng Yi, felt a pang of jealousy and beckoned, "Xiao Chen, come to Father!"

Fu Qianchen was reluctant, yet dared not defy his father lord's wish, so he got down from Feng Yi.

Feng Yi pointed at Fu Qianchen and said, "You are Xiao Chen's father?"

Fu Hanxiu gave a cold, aloof nod.

In his heart, however, he was thinking that Feng Yi, in terms of appearance, demeanor, or voice, was not much inferior to him; he was a formidable opponent!

Looks like he'll need to pay more attention from now on!

But…

Uncle, hello!

At the cry of 'Uncle,' the ever-composed Fu Hanxiu, who never lost his cool in changing circumstances, gaped.

Uncle?

Being called 'Uncle' by a man about his height left him momentarily unable to adjust.

Fu San, who had come along, burst out laughing.

I had thought he was a love rival, but it turns out he's just a junior!

After a moment, Fu Hanxiu, with no trace of anger left, curled his lips and said cheerfully, 'Hello!'

Could it be that he overthought it?

Could it really be that he's merely Ye Qingran's little grand-disciple?

The news of Ye Huanhuan's naked run spread throughout Xiliang City.

Jeers and insults rang in her ears nonstop; Ye Huanhuan went from initial anger to numbness, and an evil scheme gradually took shape in her heart. She revealed a venomous, snake-like smile, donned her cloak, left the Ye Residence, boarded a carriage, and after many twists and turns arrived at Prince Yu's Mansion.

Prince Yu's Mansion is the residence of the Fourth Prince, Dongfang Yu.

Ye Huanhuan sat in the side hall; not long after, a plump figure, limping, walked in.

The Fourth Prince, Dongfang Yu, is nearly thirty, middle-aged and portly, with thinning hair, not tall, and walks with a slight limp; one of his eyes was blinded by an eagle during a hunt, leaving him disabled.

Thus, this Fourth Prince is the ugliest of all the princes.

It is likely that constant scorn and contempt have caused this Fourth Prince to develop some psychological twistedness; like Zhao Hao, he enjoys toying with beauties, his mood is unpredictable, and he from time to time takes out his anger on others by killing.