Chapter 611

This... is she angry?

Fang Yue looked at Hai Guanjia, who shook his head slightly: "Don't provoke her, Night Lord. If they truly marry, I wouldn't be surprised if you were poisoned to death one day by the young mistress."

Fang Yue's face darkened, and he proudly thought: I, the King of Night, fear poison?

But then he remembered the days of being drugged by Xia Xiyu, and immediately cowered.

A gentleman doesn't stand beneath a crumbling wall—poisoning is a lowly tactic!

Besides, Fang Yue had never even considered doing anything with the young mistress.

The handkerchief in Fang Yue's hand, though filthy-looking, had all been washed by himself.

But it was stained with countless strange bloods—enemy blood—that could never be fully cleaned; this filthy state was already its limit.

He followed the group into Dayang Fu and had someone take care of his Liehong Horse.

Fang Yue was soon arranged to meet the head of Dayang Fu and the other members of the Dayang Caravan.

A grand feast had been laid out in the hall.

"This must be the Night Lord that my daughter has been talking about—dishes are nearly ready, please take your seat quickly."

Yang Tuanzhang was younger than Fang Yue had expected, around forty, with the refined, amiable demeanor of a middle-aged man.

If he weren't holding a wine cup but a scroll, he could easily be mistaken for a schoolmaster.

Fang Yue looked around and walked toward the seat where the young mistress sat.

Several people nearby froze; Hai Guanjia standing behind Yang Hongxia quickly signaled to Fang Yue.

What?

Is something wrong?

Fang Yue stood frozen beside the young mistress, who reached out and pulled him down into the seat.

"There's nothing wrong with sitting here."

The young mistress swept her gaze over everyone; all immediately averted their eyes, some awkwardly smiling, none daring to respond.

Clearly, the young mistress's status towered above theirs.

As the legitimate heir to the Dayang Caravan, everyone except the Regimental Commander must obey her orders.

Soon, more people began to arrive.

When the last man, dressed in white, entered and saw someone sitting beside the young mistress, his expression darkened and flickered.

"Congratulations on your safe return, young mistress. Who is this gentleman beside you? Why is he occupying my seat?"

It wasn't some particularly powerful caravan, yet its rules seemed endless.

"Bing Keqing, when did my seat become yours?"

"... Does the young mistress think I'm unworthy?"

"Unworthy! You're an ungrateful wolf I can't tame. Today, even if Night Lord refuses to become our Grand Guest, I had no intention of keeping you."

The young mistress stood up with a snap and spoke coldly.

Everyone froze—some looked worried, some delighted, others expressionless and neutral.

For a moment, reactions varied; Yang Tuanzhang frowned but said nothing.

Bing Keqing, stunned and furious, growled: "Young mistress, don't push too far! You have no authority to revoke my Grand Guest title! Wait until Huangmao girl becomes Regimental Commander before you dare give orders!"

With a grunt, Bing Keqing turned and stormed out, clearly unwilling to endure this humiliation—but Yang Tuanzhang's words stopped him.

"Bing Keqing, stay. You've been wronged—I will uphold justice."

Bing Keqing had Yang Tuanzhang backing him; Fang Yue had the young mistress backing him.

The two were locked in a silent struggle; this theatrical display left Fang Yue speechless.

I just wanted to find a seat to eat—why so much fuss? Tonight, Fang Bat Man Yue is joining the hunt to strengthen myself. After eating, I'm heading out immediately—no time for your games.

But the other three clearly had different ideas.

"Father wants to back him? Then let's follow the rules—our Dayang Caravan has only one Grand Guest slot, awarded to the most capable."

Night Lord, as challenger, issues you a challenge—do you dare accept?"

Fang Yue:???

"Fine! I'll wait outside!"

Bing Keqing glared at Fang Yue for a moment, then leapt out.

"Come fight!"

Those supporting Bing Keqing rose and rushed outside to watch the spectacle.

"Night Lord, spare his life."

The young mistress glanced at Bing Keqing as if he were a clown.

Those words shocked everyone.

Where did the young mistress get such confidence that Night Lord would hold back and not kill?

No one had ever heard of a Night Lord from Chunuan City—where did this guy come from?

"Come fight!"

Bing Keqing still shouted outside; all eyes fixed on Fang Yue, making him the center of attention.

Helplessly, Fang Yue asked: "Fight first, then eat?"

"Eat!"

The moment the young mistress spoke, Fang Yue's figure blurred—before she could even blink, a thunderous boom echoed, and Fang Yue walked in from outside, brushing dust off his clothes.

The young mistress's pupils contracted; she watched the afterimage fade, then saw Fang Yue stroll back, sit down, and ignore everyone as he devoured his meal—she was both startled and delighted—she had once again underestimated Fang Yue's strength!

Fang Yue's eating was anything but refined—he seemed utterly unconcerned with others' gazes.

Just moments ago, everyone had seen Fang Yue preparing to fight.

The next moment, they saw Fang Yue walking back.

They poked their heads out in confusion, and everyone's pupils shrank as their expressions changed drastically.

They saw that Bing Keqing was already lying on the ground.

There was a caved-in footprint on his chest, as if he'd been kicked, and he was completely knocked out cold.

Bing Keqing… was actually defeated by this newly arrived Lord Ye in less than a single second??

They hadn't even seen Fang Yue make his move!

Hiss—

Coming back to their senses, the crowd looked at Fang Yue as if they were looking at a monster—terrifying beyond compare!

Where did the young lady find such a backer? This is way too fierce!

"Good! Good! A hero emerges from youth!"

Yang Tuanzhang was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses and hurriedly began to clap.

At that moment, he hadn't even seen Fang Yue's strike clearly, so if Fang Yue wanted to kill him, it would be just as effortless as defeating Bing Keqing.

Where did Hong Xia find such a strong cultivator? Don't let a wolf into the house.

Yang Tuanzhang was worried in his heart, but his face remained impassive.

He had someone take Bing Keqing away for treatment, then Yang Tuanzhang put on a stern face and said: "Lord Ye has defeated Bing Keqing and become our merchant caravan's Supreme Guest. This matter can be settled here. But Hong Xia, causing trouble the moment you return—you need to give me an explanation."

Looking at the brothers and sisters already seated, as well as the uncles and elders of the merchant caravan's upper echelon, the young lady slowly began: "On the way back, I ran into Night Thieves."

She began to tell them about the encounter with the Night Thieves.

Then she pointed out a problem—besides the merchant caravan squad she was leading at the time, only Yang Tuanzhang and Bing Keqing knew her route.

Father wouldn't harm her, so naturally the problem was with Bing Keqing.

"Such a thing actually happened!?"

Yang Tuanzhang narrowed his eyes.

(End of chapter)