Chapter 864

Ye Lao Da, it's really you!

Ye Qingran smiled, leapt up, and landed on the ground.

Gu Dongliu stared at her foolishly.

After not seeing each other for a while, Ye Lao Da is even more radiant and dazzling than before, but he knows she's still the same Ye Lao Da, unchanged at all.

"Ye Lao Da, you're too unscrupulous, as soon as you returned you teamed up with those two idiots to mess with me!"

Ye Qingran said solemnly, "If you're clever enough, you'll be played by us!"

Gu Dongliu was speechless; Xia Zhimeng and Ling Shaoyang both nodded in agreement, "Exactly, it's our own stupidity yet we blame them!"

"Xia Zhimeng, you're itching for a fight again?"

"So what? Anyway, you can't beat me now!"

Watching the lively scene before her, Ye Qingran couldn't help but feel that some people and things don't change with the passage of time; instead, they ferment in the long river of time, giving off a richer fragrance.

The four sat around a stone table.

"I already know about your matter; how confident are you?"

Gu Dongliu showed a difficult expression, "To be honest, less than thirty percent."

The Holy Son of Wuji Hall possesses the strength of a sage, and as a member of Wuji Hall, his strength surpasses his by a notch.

"Less than thirty percent and you still dare to accept this match?" Ye Qingran said angrily.

Gu Dongliu pressed his lips, "Wasn't there no better choice back then? If I hadn't stepped forward, His Majesty's Dragon Throne wouldn't have been secure."

"What about Dongfang Qingxuan? As the Crown Prince, why doesn't he step forward? And when did you start worrying about the world's troubles before anyone else?"

Gu Dongliu's eyes flickered, "The Crown Prince's condition isn't good, so..."

Ye Qingran nodded, not asking further.

She didn't miss Gu Dongliu's earlier glance, guessing something in her heart, but she didn't spell it out.

She and Dongfang Qingxuan have no connection anymore; now when she mentions him, she even feels that their past is like something from a previous lifetime.

"Ye Lao Da, I was just thinking that if you were here, you'd surely have a way to deal with those Wuji Hall scoundrels, and you really have returned. Do you have any good ideas to help me defeat that Holy Son Lan Long?"

Ye Qingran glanced at Gu Dongliu, "You wouldn't really think that even if you defeated that Holy Son, Wuji Hall would withdraw from Donglin Country, would you?"

Gu Dongliu startled, his expression turning grave, "Ye Lao Da, what do you mean?"

"Isn't what I said clear enough?"

Gu Dongliu's heart sank, "Ye Lao Da, you mean that whether I win or lose, it won't change the outcome, right?"

"No, if you lose you'll die; if he loses, you'll wish you were dead."

Gu Dongliu: "......"

"Sister Ran, then Gu Dongliu wouldn't need to have a match against the Holy Son Lan Long, right?" Xia Zhimeng asked.

"Yes, we should. Why not? Gu Dongliu, you not only have to face him, you must win."

Gu Dongliu didn't know what plan Ye Qingran had, but he unconditionally trusted her.

"But with my current strength, defeating Holy Son Lan Long is still..." lacking a bit of timing.

Ye Qingran stood up, "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

Wow~

Xia Zhimeng rested her chin on her hands, feeling that Ye Qingran like this was incredibly domineering, giving her an unparalleled sense of security!

Two days later, the night before the match.

Holy Son Lan Long had just returned from a neighboring country to Xiliang City when Wuji Hall personnel immediately came to meet him.

"Holy Son, Wu Tong and the others are dead!"

Holy Son Lan Long frowned upon hearing this, his voice deep as he asked, "Who did it?"

Who died isn't important; daring to kill a Wuji Hall member in Xiliang City is a provocation against Wuji Hall.

"The boss behind Qin Ge!"

"Qin Ge?"

He naturally knew of Qin Ge, and had even gone there for a meal.

"Qin Ge seems unwilling to stay open!"

"Holy Son, should we go kill them?"

"No rush, let's talk tomorrow." Holy Son Lan Long's eyes flashed with a gloomy light.

Anyway, tomorrow the Donglin Country's emperor will abdicate, and the new ruler of Donglin Country will be someone from Wuji Hall!

As for the Qin Ge boss who dared to move against Wuji Hall's people, he will take this opportunity to use him to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.

Donglin Imperial Palace.

Cold Palace.

Gu Huanghou sat before a bronze mirror, looking at her aged face; she no longer had her former radiant beauty, only the ugliness of an old woman with yellowed pearls.

"It's all the fault of that damned Ye Qingran!"

Gu Huanghou smashed the mirror in anger.

If not for Ye Qingran, she wouldn't have been deposed as empress and cast into the Cold Palace, suffering a fate worse than death every day!

What Gu Huanghou doesn't know is that Ye Qingran, out of respect for the Donglin Emperor, didn't kill her; that already is a great mercy.

At that moment, a figure appeared in her chamber.

"Who are you?"

Gu Huanghou looked at this man dressed in white, very handsome, and became wary.

"Gu Huanghou, do you want to turn things around?"

A flash of shock crossed Gu Huanghou's eyes.

Soon, the news of Empress Gu's critical condition reached the Donglin Emperor's ears.

The Donglin Emperor, out of sentiment for their marital relationship, rushed to the cold palace to see him.

Empress Gu lay on the bed, her complexion pallid; the Donglin Emperor watched her from a distance, his heart filled with emotion.

Although he did not love Empress Gu, having been husband and wife, they shared deep feelings; now seeing her critically ill, possibly about to pass away at any moment, he could not help but lament the fragility of life and the swift passage of time.

Just as the Donglin Emperor sat down at the head of Empress Gu's bed, she suddenly opened her eyes and threw a handful of powder onto his face.

The Donglin Emperor immediately covered his face, letting out a painful wail...

That Gu Dongliu was to compete against the Holy Son of Wuji Hall was known to everyone in Xiliang City.

The match was set to take place in the imperial palace, and both court officials and prominent figures of Xiliang City were invited into the palace to watch the contest.

The agreed time for the match was chen hour; the onlookers had all arrived before chen hour, even the present Donglin Emperor Dongfang Qingxuan arrived at chen hour, not to mention Gu Dongliu, one of the main characters, who arrived a quarter of an hour early.

But as the chen hour passed and there was still no sign of the Wuji Hall people, not until the si hour did they finally arrive late.

Holy Son Lan Long led the Wuji Hall crowd, walking leisurely over; Holy Son Lan Long clasped his fists toward the Donglin Emperor and said, "I'm truly sorry, something delayed my arrival—Donglin Emperor, you won't mind, will you?"

The Donglin Emperor could only force a smile: "No problem, since the Holy Son has come, let's begin."

Holy Son Lan Long had long anticipated the Donglin Emperor's reaction, a flicker of contempt flashing in his eyes.

To the Holy Son of Wuji Hall, the ruler of this petty state is as lowly as an ant; were it not for fear of affecting the Holy Lord's faith power, he would simply kill anyone he disliked—why bother with all this superficial ceremony?

Holy Son Lan Long stepped onto the platform, looked at Gu Dongliu, and sneered, "Are you sure you won't admit defeat?"

Gu Dongliu's expression was icy: "If you want to concede, I won't mind."

A dark hue crossed Holy Son Lan Long's eyes: "In that case, I won't hold back!"

Today, he will make this clueless fool pay a heavy price!