Chapter 935: Translation (2/2, Requesting Monthly Votes)

Seeing her subordinates act so foolishly, the woman's face flushed crimson, but she forced a stern expression and raised her voice: "Lord Xingchen, I respect you as a former Qing Si elder—put down the bodies of the two princes, and I, Lan Shan, will not interfere in this matter one bit."

This remark nearly made Fang Yue laugh out loud.

A duck already in hand—how could you take it away with just one sentence?

Sure enough, Fang Yue saw You Xingchen turn back with a cold sneer.

"Wu Wuwu, you yellow-haired girl—just promoted to Second-Rank Blue Guard, and you dare to show off authority to me? Forgotten how I used to deal with you before?"

Wu Wuwu seemed to recall something, shrinking her neck slightly, her momentum instantly deflated.

"Public matters are public matters, private matters are private matters, Elder Xingchen—don't change the subject!"

"Yellow-haired girl, you're not even qualified to discuss public matters with me. Send your big sister, Wu Feifei, personally to the You Mansion."

With that, You Xingchen cast a single glance, and the squad resumed its march.

This time, though Wu Wuwu's face burned red with humiliation, she dared not utter a single word, watching the Qing Si squad depart.

"I'm furious! I'm furious! What's she even thinking?! Get out of my way, you useless lot! Drive every Qing Si person out of the Six Imperial Mansion—this place is under 【Lan Shan】's control now. Also, send someone to inform Big Sister— I'm reclaiming this face!"

Yet…

Half an hour later, Wu Wuwu, still maintaining order at the Six Imperial Mansion, received devastating news.

Her pride, the pillar of Lan Shan, the Death Row Squad Captain, Wu Feifei, had fallen in battle in the Penglai District!

Including Captain Wu Feifei, nearly a hundred members of the Death Row Squad—all the death-row elites—none survived!

Thud.

Wu Wuwu sat slumped on the ground, legs crossed inward, eyes vacant, the light gone from them, muttering to herself.

"How could this… how could this happen? How did it turn out like this… What do we do now? How will Lan Shan survive without her?"

Without Wu Feifei, Wu Wuwu was merely a Second-Rank Blue Guard who'd climbed her position through family connections—she hadn't even stabilized her footing, and now this happened.

She knew her reputation within her family was poor; aside from Big Sister, few liked her.

With Big Sister dead, she wasn't even sure if she'd keep her Second-Rank Blue Guard title.

"What strange force… what strange force killed Big Sister! I'll kill it—I'll avenge Big Sister!!"

Snapping back to reality, Wu Wuwu's eyes red, she clenched her fists and growled like a beast.

…

You Mansion.

"Achoo!"

Fang Yue rubbed his nose—he'd just returned to the You Mansion, why was he sneezing?

Could it be You Sisi missed him too much?

As soon as You Xingchen and the others returned to the You Mansion, they hurried into the main hall with the bodies, ordering guards to bar all entry.

This "all" naturally included Fang Yue.

After all, Fang Yue was an outsider; in a sense, he had no formal relationship with You Sisi, and no connection to the You Family at all.

Even by his Qing Si Red Clothes status alone, he wasn't part of the You Family system—destined never to integrate into the You Family, let alone have any chance of promotion.

Back in the You Family, Fang Yue immediately sought out You Sisi.

Pushing open the door, he saw You Sisi and Tail sitting together on the bed; though her eyes were slightly red, as if she'd cried, her emotions seemed relatively stable.

Seeing Fang Yue arrive, she immediately stood up and asked: "Yese, what's the situation at the Qi Huang Fu? Has the Seventh Prince really…?"

Fang Yue fell silent, then nodded.

You Xingchen had returned to the mansion without informing You Sisi at all, rushing straight to the corpse inspection—so You Sisi hadn't heard the news yet.

Fang Yue briefly explained the situation; You Sisi sighed with sorrow.

"Even the Seventh Prince… Jingcheng really isn't safe anymore. Yese, wouldn't it be better… if you left Jingcheng for a while?"

More than her own safety, You Sisi worried about Fang Yue's.

And You Sisi couldn't leave.

She was of the You Family—Jingcheng was her home, the place she'd grown up since childhood, where all her kin lived; unless her grandfather agreed to relocate the entire You Family, she would die in Jingcheng.

"Don't worry—I won't get hurt. But you must stay inside the You Mansion and not go out at all during this time."

"Mm, I know. And even if you didn't say it… Uncle Xingchen wouldn't allow me to leave anyway." You Sisi gave a faint, bitter smile, but her complexion had noticeably improved.

"…I'll leave you two to talk. I'm going to train." Tail, who'd been ignored until now, spoke up.

Before she finished speaking, she was already stepping out of the room, as if staying another second would be awkward.

"Wait—"

Fang Yue had barely spoken when Tail had already vanished from the room.

"Yese, I feel Tail has something on her mind…"

"Probably worried about Jibing Sect. I'll go talk to her."

"Mm, I'm fine—I just need to be alone. Go comfort her."

You Sisi was sometimes quite considerate.

Fang Yue smiled slightly, told her to rest well, then stepped out of the room.

But Fang Yue didn't know that, the moment he turned to leave, You Sisi's expression gradually softened, watching his back with a thoughtful gaze.

"Was it an illusion… or…"

In the end, You Sisi merely shook her head slightly, choosing not to dwell further.

Upon hearing of the Seventh Prince's death, You Sisi's emotions had been turbulent; now that they'd calmed, exhaustion surged over her.

Sleepiness came, and she slowly drifted into slumber.

…

You Mansion, courtyard.

Fang Yue saw that Weiba was standing alone, staring silently at the surface of the pond in the courtyard, lost in thought.

Just as Fang Yue was about to walk over and speak to her…

"Ye Ge!"

Jing Yan's urgent voice suddenly emerged from behind.

The voice startled Weiba, snapping her out of her daze; she turned around and immediately spotted Fang Yue, as well as Jing Yan running toward them.

Weiba smiled at Fang Yue, then walked over and stopped beside him.

At that moment, Jing Yan had also reached Fang Yue's side, bent over, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat—evidently exhausted from whatever he had just done.

You should know that although Jing Yan's strength wasn't anything impressive, he was still a martial artist at the Innate Realm after all—ordinary physical labor wouldn't wear him out like this.

After gasping for breath for a long while and catching his wind, he immediately said: "Ye Ge! I've figured out the pattern of the morning appearance!"

"The pattern of the morning appearance?"

Fang Yue didn't immediately understand what he meant.

But Weiba beside him understood right away.

"He probably means he's found a way to locate the morning."

So human language requires me to carry a translator?

(End of Chapter)