Chapter 742: Which Scallion Do You Think You Are?

Yun Batian is also mentally exhausted.

In a moment of inattention, his daughter's granddaughter was already abducted by another man.

"Why did your father do this?"

Ye Qingran shook her head, "I don't know either; after all, I've never met him."

Yun Batian and his son were both startled, "Isn't your father a person from the Central Region? How could you have never met him?"

They had just learned of Ye Qingran's existence; they only knew she came from the Central Region and knew nothing else. Of course they could investigate further, but there was no need.

"At first I also thought my biological father was Prime Minister Ye Yu of Donglin Country, but later I learned Ye Yu was just a tool, and my real father is someone else."

"Damn it!" Yun Batian gritted his teeth in hatred.

"This son‑in‑law is a total scumbag! He can even abandon his wife and child. When we catch him, we'll give him a lesson he'll never forget!"

"Father, the immediate priority is to revive sister; the rest can wait." Yun Zhongyue reminded.

Yun Zhongge nodded in agreement.

Yun Batian restrained his anger, sent a strand of Mysterious Force into Yun Ling's body, attempting to discern the mysterious power within her.

However, soon he furrowed his brows.

Clearly, even to him, that power was not to be taken lightly.

Yet for his daughter, how could he easily give up?

Soon his complexion turned pale, and a massive force rebounded on him, shaking his whole body; he staggered back a few steps before regaining his footing.

Blood and Qi surged in his chest.

"Pfft~"

In the end Yun Batian couldn't hold it and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Qingran didn't intervene because she knew Yun Batian wouldn't be satisfied without trying. The moment he was rebounded, she darted over and stabilized his injuries.

"Gave up?" Ye Qingran said lightly, "Forgot to tell you, Fu Hanxiu is also powerless."

Yun Batian stared blankly at Ye Qingran.

Fu Hanxiu's strength surpasses his; if even he cannot handle that mysterious power, one can imagine how strong the one who wove that force must be.

Who exactly is that man?

Yun Batian's expression inevitably grew solemn.

If he were an ordinary person, he might still be able to seek justice for his daughter, but if the opponent is stronger than the Emperor Sovereign of the Summit of the Deer Hunt, he is powerless.

"You needn't worry; although I've never met my father, I think he's not the villain you imagine. He may have his own reasons."

"Hmph. He deceived me out of my daughter, fathered a child, then abandoned you, letting you suffer so much, and hasn't shown up for years? What reasons could he have?"

Yun Batian said he couldn't understand nor forgive.

Ye Qingran touched her nose.

Yun Batian's words aren't wrong; she can't refute anything. Sometimes she herself thinks this father is truly scummy.

"Father, father, this is as far as I can help! Grandfather was right; it's time for you to come out and give us an answer!" Ye Qingran thought silently.

After discussion, Yun Ling didn't return to that space; instead Yun Batian placed her in a secret base of the Yun Tribe.

The place had excellent conditions: abundant spiritual energy, comfortable temperature, a fine spot for cultivation.

Ye Qingran didn't object. After all, Yun Ling, being of the Yun Tribe, returning now is like a leaf returning to its root.

If she has consciousness, she would make the same choice, right?

A carriage stopped at the Neicheng gate.

"Does nobody have eyes? Can't you see it's my lady's carriage?"

A maid's smug, sharp voice came from the carriage.

The gate guards' expressions changed, "But Miss Qin Zheng?"

"Hmm."

A careless voice sounded from inside, and at the same time a jade arm extended, holding a token.

The guards instantly recognized the token as one bestowed by the Clan Leader upon Miss Qin Zheng.

Miss Qin Zheng is the Clan Leader's great‑grandniece; although she doesn't bear the Qin surname nor is she of the Yun Tribe, she is the Clan Leader's benefactor's descendant, and he dotes on her.

"Miss Qin Zheng's return is truly timely."

"One is the Clan Leader's direct great‑grandniece, the other is the Clan Leader's adopted great‑grandniece; I wonder which the Clan Leader will favor?"

"Now there's a good show to watch, right?"

Xiaohu Xiaocheng lay side by side on the railing at the highest point of the arched Zhanqiao Bridge, gazing at the breathtaking scenery afar.

"Wow, this place is really great!"

"The Summit of the Deer Hunt is also beautiful; you'll see when you return!"

Xiao Chen looked at the distant scenery, sunlight shining on his delicate features.

In his mind, the vast, colorful scenery of the Summit of the Deer Hunt flashed. Before he thought it was just ordinary, but now, if his mother and Xiao Hu were there, everything seemed different.

"So the scenery is secondary; what's important is who you watch it with."

Xiao Hu chuckled, "Xiao Chen, being with me, does the scenery seem even better?"

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, thinking how self‑absorbed Xiao Hu truly was.

But what he said wasn't wrong.

"You said it."

"Hehe, I knew it!"

At this moment, a figure, surrounded by several maidens, walked toward the bridge.

The leading woman wore brocade finery, her makeup exquisite, chin slightly raised, arrogant as a peacock.

"Where did that wild child come from, and why doesn't he/she give way to Miss Qin Zheng when he/she sees us?"

The maid beside her, upon seeing that there was actually someone on Zhanqiao Bridge, immediately shouted displeased, "Where did that wild child come from, and why doesn't he/she give way to Miss Qin Zheng when he/she sees us?"

Xiaohu Xiaocheng's mood was ruined just like that.

Turning back to look, Zhanqiao Bridge was clearly wide enough to hold ten people shoulder to shoulder.

"The road is this wide—how fat must you be to not be able to pass?"

Xiao Chen gave the other a glance and spoke coldly.

"You've got some nerve! Do you know who we are?"

"Of course I know, didn't you just say it?" Xiao Hu stared at the maid, who was bluffing like a fox borrowing a tiger's might, as if she were a fool.

"You know, so why don't you move aside?"

"Why should I move aside? Is this your house?"

"My lady is the Clan Leader's granddaughter; the whole Yun Tribe is hers!"

The Clan Leader's granddaughter?

Xiaohu Xiaocheng exchanged a glance, each seeing surprise in the other's eyes.

"Didn't Great-Grandfather only have one granddaughter, his daughter? Where did this one come from?"

"I don't know."

Xiao Chen spread her hands.

"As far as I know, the Clan Leader has only one granddaughter, named Ye Qingran. Who do you think you are?"