Chapter 417: You're really pitiful!

Nan Yin Zhou

A manor

Princess, Yun Zhi's life token has already shattered.

The subordinate hurried over and reported to Yun Lan.

He presented the white life token broken into two pieces.

Yun Lan's eyes lit up, and the corner of her mouth curled into a cold, sharp arc.

Ye Qingran, did you strike against Yun Zhi?

Things were progressing somewhat smoothly, but she was momentarily unaccustomed to it.

That's right. Following the princess's orders, my subordinate has intensified Yun Zhi's inner demons; she will surely fight to the death, and Ye Qingran will not remain indifferent while Yun Zhi tries to kill her child.

Yun Lan rose to her feet, a faint smile spreading across her face.

What about Ye Qingran? Is she dead?

The subordinate hesitated for a moment.

Yun Lan's expression changed. 'Not dead?'

The subordinate shook his head.

However, it's said she is gravely injured and has little time left! Even if the Sect Master of the Divine Medicine Sect came in person, it would be of no avail.

Yun Lan furrowed her brows slightly, regarding this news with skepticism.

However, upon further thought, it's not impossible.

As the princess, I still need to personally go to Xiliang City and see Ye Qingran dead with my own eyes before I can rest easy.

Having said that, she turned and walked indoors.

Returning once more to the Ye Residence, Ye Huanhuan came back like a queen.

Seated in the chief position, she looked down upon the Ye Residence servants kneeling all over the ground, her face full of triumphant cold smiles.

She, Ye Huanhuan, has returned!

Ye Qingran, did you see that?

The one who laughs last is me, Ye Huanhuan!

From now on, no one can drive me out of here!

No one!

And you, in the final stretch of your life, will watch me bask in glory, ultimately dying with resentment.

Thinking of Ye Qingran, Ye Huanhuan sprang up, saying, 'Come on, let's go see my good sister. It's been a while—I have plenty to say to her!'

The many servants of the Ye Residence, upon hearing this, all showed fearful expressions.

Ye Qingran is now seriously injured, and Ye Huanhuan's return at this time will surely not spare her!

Ye Huanhuan's lackey, acting with the might of a fox borrowing a tiger's vigor, kicked open the door of Ting Yu Xuan and strode in arrogantly, head held high.

The maid named Xiao Lu, originally a servant of the Zhao family, after Ye Huanhuan's return, seeing her methods, eagerly volunteered and became her personal maid.

My young lady has arrived; why aren't you coming out to greet her quickly!

Xiao Lu shouted loudly, full of vigor.

Ye Huanhuan's lips curled into a half-smile as she glanced at Xiao Lu, with no intention of stopping her.

Her gaze swept over Ting Yu Xuan. After not coming for a while, the scenery of Ting Yu Xuan has become even more elegant; undoubtedly it is the finest courtyard in the entire Ye Residence, even among the many manors of Xiliang City.

Such a fine place, to let a dying person live here—it's truly a waste!

Ye Huanhuan said softly.

Xiao Lu heard it and hurriedly flattered, 'Exactly. Ye Qingran has monopolized Ting Yu Xuan for so long—it's truly a waste of heavenly treasures! But, miss, from now on this place will be yours!'

Ye Huanhuan gave no response, her smile only deepening.

Seeing that no one paid her any heed, Xiao Lu raised her voice again, but this time her attitude was much worse.

The people of Ting Yu Xuan, why aren't you coming out quickly to kneel and welcome!

Does Ye Qingran really think she's still the former Ye Qingran?

She's almost dead!

What is there to be proud of?

After a while, the door slowly opened.

Which dog is barking wildly?

I don't know, but it's certainly not a good dog!

A voice came from the room: Han Xing Leng Yue.

Xiao Lu heard it and her face darkened.

You two have a lot of nerve! Do you know who I am?

We know—you're just that dog!

Leng Yue spoke bluntly.

Miss! Xiao Lu said with a sinister look, 'You see, they're so arrogant, they don't even put you in their eyes!'

Are you Han Xing Leng Yue?

Ye Huanhuan's gaze swept over the two of them.

Ye Huanhuan, do you still dare to come back?

Han Xing Leng Yue's eyes toward Ye Huanhuan revealed undisguised killing intent.

Truly, heaven has a path you refuse to take, hell has no gate you break into!

Why wouldn't I dare to return?" Ye Huanhuan smiled faintly, "You must not think I'm still the former Ye Huanhuan, right?"

Ye Huanhuan spoke, then the smile on her face suddenly vanished, her aura abruptly sank, and a vast aura burst forth from her, filled with a dark scent.

Xiao Lu was horrified to the extreme.

"How strong!"

Xiao Lu looked at Ye Huanhuan, eyes full of admiration.

She knew her judgment of people was never wrong; Ye Huanhuan vanished in such a short time yet already possessed such extraordinary power—truly baffling. Moreover, the mysterious force behind her from Nan Yin Zhou guarantees a promising future!

Xiao Lu became even more resolute, determined to follow Ye Huanhuan.

"Cough… Xing Er, outside… cough, who is it?"

A weak voice came from the room, interspersed with coughs, sounding as thin as a wisp of breath, as if it could fade away at any moment.

Ye Huanhuan's eyes flashed with a sudden spark.

She leapt over Han Xing Leng Yue, heading into the room, eager to see Ye Qingran's wretched, miserable state!

"You cannot enter!"

Han Xing Leng Yue blocked the doorway.

"They're just two dogs, yet they dare block Ye Huanhuan's path?"

With a wave of her hand, the two were flung by a massive force, crashing into the wall.

Ye Huanhuan moved unimpeded, and Xiao Lu followed smugly behind.

Before even stepping into the room, a whiff of medicine drifted to the nose.

"It seems Ye Qingran is truly beyond help!"

Xiao Lu thought silently, growing increasingly contemptuous of Ye Qingran in her heart.

What of the Emperor Sovereign's woman at the summit of the hunt? At the critical moment, not even a trace of the Emperor Sovereign is visible!

Indeed, Ye Qingran, you are merely a discarded pawn!

Ye Huanhuan entered the room; the bed curtain was open, and at a glance she could see the half‑reclining figure on the bed, skin wax‑yellow, thinner than a wilted yellow flower.

Those eyes, once always bright, now show not a single glimmer, like a pool of dead water, lifeless, on the brink of death.

Ye Huanhuan felt great joy.

At this moment, seeing Ye Qingran so wretched with her own eyes, she felt relieved!

The smile at the corner of her mouth deepened.

"Ye Qingran, who would have thought you'd meet this day!"

Ye Huanhuan stood at the bedside, looking down from above at the gaunt, withered figure on the bed.

Ye Qingran seemed to have expended great effort just to recognize the person.

A flash of excitement crossed her eyes, and her whole body trembled slightly.

"Ye Huanhuan, it's you… you actually returned!"

The hatred in the words was unmistakable.

"Yes, I'm back! Ye Qingran, you never saw this coming!"

Seeing Ye Qingran's excited demeanor, she felt an indescribable thrill.

"Ye Qingran, didn't you intend to kill me? I'm right before you now, yet you are powerless! How pitiful you are!"