Chapter 694

After that, Yun Tinglan began to tell Yun Lingsong about what had happened over the past few years, but Yun Lingsong seemed impatient; after a short while he said he still had important matters to attend to and urged Yun Tinglan to go find Ye Qingran.

Yun Lingsong returned to the mansion, and a young man walked toward him.

"Child, I have seen you, Father."

Seeing the distinguished young man before him, Yun Lingsong smiled with satisfaction: "Lei Er."

This young man, named Yun Tinglei, is Yun Lingsong's legitimate eldest son and Yun Tinglan's older brother.

Besides this status, he is also one of the Five Heroes of the Yun Tribe Side-branch.

"Lei Er, guess who I just saw?"

"Child does not know." Yun Tinglei shook his head.

"Lan Er."

"Lan Er?" A hint of bewilderment flickered in Yun Tinglei's eyes, but soon cleared: "Father is saying... Tinglan?"

"That's right!"

Yun Tinglei's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his voice: "But hasn't she already died? Killed in the Central Region by Ye Qingran."

Yun Lingsong squinted, sneering: "Ye Qingran didn't kill her. Otherwise she would have died herself. But Ye Qingran never imagined that, in a moment of soft-heartedness, she would bring about a death‑bringing disaster for herself!"

Yun Tinglei raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by that?"

"Yun Tinglan just told me that Ye Qingran has indeed arrived at Yunzhong City, and Yun Tinglan knows where she is now..."

Yun Tinglei's eyes flashed: "Father, you mean?"

"I told her that my surrender to Miss Yun Lan is only a temporary measure, and that I will help Ye Qingran block Miss Yun Lan from succeeding as Clan Leader."

Yun Tinglei scoffed.

They are Miss Yun Lan's loyal subjects; they submit to her willingly, how could it be a temporary measure?

That sister of his, as always... is stupid!

"Father means Yun Tinglan will take us to meet Ye Qingran?"

"That's right!"

"But Yun Tinglan being stupid doesn't mean Ye Qingran is also stupid, right? What if she's meticulous in her thoughts?"

"So, I had someone tail Yun Tinglan! If she doesn't come, so what? As long as we know where she hides, she can't escape our palm!" Yun Lingsong relaxed, slowly clenching his fingers, looking determined.

Yun Tinglei nodded slowly, then thought of something else, his face showing worry: "Father, if Emperor Sovereign and Ye Qingran are together, that would be tricky."

Yun Lingsong was unconcerned: "Miss Yun Lan said she has already conspired with the Holy Maiden of Wuji Hall, and Emperor Sovereign will return to Western Extremity in the next two days."

"Miss Yun Lan, truly leaves nothing to chance!" Yun Tinglei raised his thumb, praising.

"Then, Father, should we report to Miss Yun Lan?"

"Of course not!"

"Ye Qingran is currently Miss Yun Lan's biggest obstacle; if we help her eliminate such a huge barrier, when Miss Yun Lan becomes Clan Leader, our lineage will surely be able to move into Inner City!"

Yun Lingsong's eyes flashed with a brilliant light, revealing enormous ambition.

The difference between Inner City and the outer city is a single character, yet worlds apart.

Once this residence is moved into Inner City, it will mean their lineage's status within the Yun Tribe becomes pivotal!

"These days, keep a constant watch on Ye Qingran and their every move; remember, do not startle the snake by trampling the grass!"

"Got it!"

After seeing her grandfather, Yun Tinglan felt much lighter.

She knew her father must have his reasons and would never become a lapdog of Yun Lan.

The residence arranged by Fu San was always serene and elegant, befitting the Emperor Sovereign's status.

Yun Tinglan stopped before the main gate, seemed to sense something, turned her head but saw nothing, and then stepped into the Courtyard.

A black silhouette flashed and vanished after she entered the Courtyard...

Yunzhong City

Inner City.

Fudao Zhanqiao Bridge, like a fairyland.

"Third Young Master, Second Miss has sent you the ceremonial attire."

The servant stood at the doorway, hunched, and spoke cautiously.

"For her succession ceremony, what I wear isn't that important, right?"

After a while, a playful voice came from inside, very seductive.

The servant looked at the strikingly charismatic woman before him, trembling all over.

Hearing the words inside, a fleeting dark glint passed through Yun Lan's eyes; she smiled lightly and said: "Third Brother, you are my real older brother; my sister is succeeding as Clan Leader, so what you wear is irrelevant. Moreover, this clothing was sewn by my sister herself."

As Yun Lan finished speaking, the tightly shut door swung open, nearly slapping Yun Lan's face.

Yun Lan's expression darkened.

Through the open door, a white sheer curtain hung in the room, faintly revealing silhouettes inside: a man propped his head, lying sideways on a soft couch, surrounded by beauties like clouds—some feeding fruit, some beating their legs, some dancing, some playing the piano.

The beauties, each scantily clad, made the whole scene exude sensual allure.

The servants lowered their heads, daring not to look inside.

The man inside was Yun Zhongyue, the third son of the Clan Leader of the Yun Tribe.

"Sister, what's so great about being Clan Leader? Why not learn from me, your brother, a life of pleasure and freedom, okay?"

Yun Zhongyue suddenly stood, grabbed, and a beauty was pulled into his arms.

A hint of disgust flashed in Yun Lan's eyes, but her face remained dignified as she smiled: "Third Brother, please stop saying that. Everyone has their own aspirations. If you enjoy this lifestyle, when my sister ascends to Clan Leader, I will grant you a life of carefree wandering for the rest of your days, okay?"

Having said that, Yun Lan turned and left.

"Boring, little stool, let's ride to Wanhuafloor; Young Master misses Like a Flower maiden."

The man stood up, lifted the gauze curtain, and revealed his clear appearance.

His tall and slender posture was upright and dignified; his clothes hung loosely, exposing large patches of skin, fair as jade, yet with distinct texture.

The man's face was as if carved by knife and axe, exquisitely refined, the curve at the corners of his mouth both wicked and alluring.

This is undoubtedly a monstrously handsome man.

The small stool waiting outside the gauze curtain shouted to the outside: 'Third Young Master is going to Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion; hurry up and get ready!'

Ye Qingran and Fu Hanxiu, accompanied by Yun Lu, walked along the main street of the Outer City.

A waft of floral scent drifted by; looking up, they saw petals floating in the air, and suddenly the scene became lively.

'It's the Third Young Master!'

'The Third Young Master has come to our Outer City again; is he going to see Miss Like a Flower again?'

'Need I say more? But the Third Young Master is truly as unrestrained and flirtatious as ever!'

'Third Young Master?' Ye Qingran heard the title and involuntarily murmured.

Yun Lu lowered his voice and said: 'The Third Young Master they speak of is none other than your third uncle, Yun Zhongyue.'

Ye Qingran nodded.

As for her third uncle, she had heard of him before.

The current Clan Leader, Yun Batian, had three sons: the eldest had gone to Western Extremity Shengyu, the second was a cultivation maniac, the third was a good-for-nothing who doted on the gentle countryside, indulging in flirtatious pleasure.

Yun Zhongyue was precisely that third uncle.

The procession had already approached.

Dozens of guards and maidservants scattered flowers and plucked pipas; those who didn't know thought it was some emperor's procession.

The central sedan chair, borne by thirty-two chair bearers, was as large as a house, with gauze curtains draped all around; from outside, one could faintly see a dozen figures inside, utterly indulgent and flirtatious.

Ye Qingran's mouth twitched.

She knew her third uncle was flirtatious, but she hadn't expected him to be so playful.

He simply embodied the term 'foppish young noble' to the utmost.

Ye Qingran and her companions stepped aside to let the extravagant procession pass.

'No wonder he's my uncle; going to a brothel, he wishes everyone would know.'

Ye Qingran laughed and teased.

Fu Hanxiu gave her a speechless glance, wondering why she felt no shame but rather pride.

I don't know whether Ye Qingran's teasing was heard by Yun Zhongyue, but his voice came from the sedan chair: 'Stop!'