Chapter 745: You Can

"Qin Zheng, are you speaking without using your brain? They're only six years old—how could they have poisoned you?"

"Before you lie, can you first check if it's logical?"

"I think you embarrassed yourself yesterday, and today you just want someone to vent on?"

Qin Zheng was about to die of anger.

"Clearly they poisoned her, made her look bad, how does it become her fault?"

"You two lowborn scum, die!"

Qin Zheng didn't bother to argue, she struck with a killing move.

She is the Yun Tribe's Clan Leader's granddaughter; her grandfather is a lifesaving benefactor and friend of Yun Batian, so even if she kills two insignificant people, she will definitely not be punished.

"How dare you, you even dare to touch my son?"

A cold, ice‑like voice rang from behind Qin Zheng, and in the next instant, not only were all her attacks nullified, but a massive force flipped her onto the ground, sprawled in a helpless heap with her butt sticking up.

Pfft~

Seeing Qin Zheng in that state, the people around couldn't help covering their mouths and snickering.

Qin Zheng's notorious reputation is known throughout the Yun Tribe; apart from Miss Yun Qing, who gets along with her, almost no one is close to her.

Because she always boasts that her grandfather is the Clan Leader's benefactor, she becomes complacent and looks down on others, so everyone despises her.

Seeing her get taught a lesson today, everyone felt immensely satisfied, as if they wanted to clap and cheer.

Mother!

Xiaohu Xiaocheng looked toward the Zhanqiao Bridge, and Ye Qingran slowly walked to the highest point of the bridge, then stopped.

Behind her lay Hundred Flowers Island, a riot of blossoms competing for beauty under the deep blue Celestial Dome, white clouds drifting, a crane soaring over her head; she wore a white robe whiter than snow, a gentle breeze lifted the flawless hem of her garment and her cloud‑like hair, looking like a descended fairy, unparalleled in beauty, as if stepped out of a painting.

Everyone present, except Qin Zheng and a few others, had seen Ye Qingran and knew she bore a striking resemblance to Aunt Yun Ling; her appearance was stunning, and this sight again left them amazed.

Her beauty lies not only in her looks but also in deeper layers, seemingly transcendent, taking on different charms in different settings, never growing tiresome.

"Who is it?!" Qin Zheng, helped up by a maid, struggled to rise from the ground, dirt still on her lips, her body a mess, looking utterly dreadful.

"You dared to strike at my child, and you still have the nerve to ask who I am?"

Ye Qingran's voice was as indifferent as snow.

Qin Zheng was stunned, then quickly recovered, "You are Ye Qingran?"

Her eyes were filled with disbelief.

How could this be possible?

Ye Qingran was just a coarse girl who grew up in the lowly Central Region, how could she be more beautiful than her?

Jealousy grows wildly in her heart!

She glanced at the two children running toward Ye Qingran, hugging her thighs, squinted, and snarled, "So those two lowborn are your children, I told you…"

Smack~

Before she could finish, a slap from afar flipped Qin Zheng over.

Ye Qingran thought her temper was fairly good; she could endure others' insults, but when it came to those she cared about, her tolerance was zero.

Qin Zheng covered her face, unable to believe, "You dare hit me?"

Ye Qingran's gaze was icy, "If you dare insult my child again, do you think I'll tear your mouth apart?"

Qin Zheng trembled all over, shaken by Ye Qingran's aura, but then thought, what is there to fear? She was a genius of the Qin Clan, how could she fear a waste from the Central Region?

In Qin Zheng's view, even though Ye Qingran is the Daughter of the Cloud Spirit and has Yun Tribe Bloodline, her upbringing was so poor that she was practically worthless, so what right does she have to stay among the Yun Tribe?

"Ye Qingran, do you dare to compare strengths with me?"

Qin Zheng concluded that Ye Qingran's cultivation was inferior to hers, so she was brimming with confidence.

"We'll talk when you can beat my son."

Qin Zheng gritted her teeth fiercely, how could Ye Qingran dare insult her like that?

"Watch this!"

Without a word, Qin Zheng charged at Ye Qingran.

"Sons, protect Mother!"

Everyone: "......"

Xiaohu Xiaocheng, however, was very proactive, standing like a brave imperial guard before Ye Qingran, protecting her.

"If you want to bully my mother, get past us first!"

Then Xiaohu Xiaocheng made a brave move.

People of the Yun Tribe originally didn't have high hopes for Xiaohu Xiaocheng, thinking they were just playing around, but…

"Ah~"

Accompanied by Qin Zheng's painful cry, everyone finally realized that the brothers' strength was somewhat formidable!

No wonder they're the Emperor Sovereign's sons…

The crowd was full of admiration.

Ye Qingran shook her head lightly, "You can't even defeat my son, yet you have the nerve to say you want to compare strengths with me?"

Qin Zheng's face burned hot. She had actually lost to Ye Qingran's children—a humiliating disgrace.

She simply slumped on the ground, throwing a tantrum.

"Everyone, come see! This is the Daughter of the Cloud Spirit, the Clan Leader's granddaughter, so arrogant and reckless, looking down on everyone, not only threatening to tear my mouth but also sneaking an attack while I was unprepared—how could I have lost to two children?"

Qin Zheng sounded like a shrew, and many people couldn't help frowning at her words.

"Mother, she's so noisy!"

Ye Qingran patted the children's heads and asked them, "Who is she? How did you get involved with such a person?"

Xiaohu Xiaocheng gave a brief recount of what happened yesterday.

"She said Yun Batian is her maternal grandfather?"

Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows, instantly becoming interested.

Looks like, this maternal granddaughter of hers isn't the only one, huh!

Ye Qingran felt a bit jealous.

Her maternal grandfather being shared with someone who has no blood relation, and that person even bullying her child—she could stay calm? That would be seeing a ghost!

"Qin Zheng, right? I heard you call Yun Batian your maternal grandfather?"

Qin Zheng lifted her chin, "So what? Everyone in the Yun Tribe knows I've been calling the clan leader 'maternal grandfather'—it's not just a day or two!"

Ye Qingran's gaze swept over everyone, and they all nodded.

Ye Qingran smiled faintly.

Very good.

Looks like Yun Batian doesn't really need this maternal granddaughter of hers, huh!