Chapter 348: Could It Be the Ye Family from Ximo?
Hearing Third Master’s words, Yu Xiaoxuan’s heart skipped a beat.
He had indeed heard that Ye Jiamei’s family had supported them, but back in the Marquis Manor, when the Yu family was struggling, her family never appeared.
Now, after their exile, not only had Yu Haojie and his family miraculously thrived, but suddenly Ye Jiamei’s powerful family had emerged as well.
Yet, he had never seen them in person.
Even if he mentioned them, would Third Master truly believe him?
As Yu Xiaoxuan debated how to respond, a subordinate suddenly burst back into the private room.
His face was lit with excitement, eyes filled with joy, and his words interrupted the conversation.
“Third Master, quick! I just went to the latrine and saw an absolute beauty. My lord, she’s so breathtaking… like a fairy descended from the heavens!
We don’t have women this beautiful in Feng City—no! There’s no woman this beautiful in the entire world!
Third Master, you must come see—”
“PAH!”
A loud slap landed straight across the man’s face.
Third Master’s expression darkened in fury!
The subordinate, previously ecstatic, was now frozen, his face burning from the slap.
Clutching his aching cheek, his eyes welled with grievance, and he looked at Third Master in utter confusion.
“Shameful! Can’t you see we’re having a serious conversation?! What kind of woman could make you lose your mind like this?”
Another subordinate stepped forward, quickly grabbing the stunned man and pulling him aside.
He then bowed respectfully to Third Master, his voice half-mocking, half-apologetic.
“Master, forgive him! Jiang Wu must have truly seen an extraordinary beauty, which is why he got so excited. Allow me to go check. If she’s indeed as stunning as he claims, perhaps bringing her back to our Lord of Feng City wouldn’t be a bad idea. After all, our Lord is still unmarried, and we all know ordinary women could never meet his standards.”
“Get lost!”
Third Master scoffed, waving him away impatiently.
“I must be cursed to be leading a bunch of fools like you!
Raise your standards! Not every pretty face is worthy of our Lord!”
“Yes, yes! Understood!”
The men grinned sheepishly, nodding in agreement before dragging the still-dazed Jiang Wu out of the room.
Now that the disturbance was dealt with, Third Master turned back to Yu Xiaoxuan.
“Let’s continue our talk.”
He poured a cup of tea for Yu Xiaoxuan, who nodded and smiled knowingly.
At this point, he knew there was no turning back.
So, he spoke plainly.
“The Ye Family.”
Third Master’s eyes narrowed.
“The Ye Family from Xi Mo Kingdom? That family has immense power, so if it’s them… I can believe it. But none of their daughters have ever married into the Lan Yue Empire.”
He muttered to himself, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Yu Xiaoxuan also had doubts.
Even his own family had never understood why Ye Jiamei’s powerful relatives had never helped her when she suffered for over ten years in the Marquis Manor.
Why now?
Why had they suddenly appeared after her exile?
“It’s something even I don’t fully understand,” Yu Xiaoxuan admitted.
“But the hour is late, and I must return. Farewell, Master.”
He bowed politely and took his leave.
Though he despised Yu Luo’s family, he wasn’t foolish enough to challenge them directly.
But if Feng City could cause trouble for them… that was an outcome he wouldn’t mind at all.
Third Master did not stop him.
He knew that if Yu Xiaoxuan had more to reveal, he would have done so already.
Still, his suspicions lingered.
Could this Ye Family really be backing Luo City?
Or was there someone else in the shadows?
*
Early the next morning, Yu Luo left the city gates to inspect the construction of the greenhouses.
But just as she stepped out, two men blocked her path.
They weren’t strangers.
They were Jiang Wu and Huang San, the two men who had seen her at the breakfast stall.
Since this was her own territory, Yu Luo had never felt the need to bring guards when going out.
But who would have thought that the moment she left the city, she would run into these two pests?
“My lady,” Jiang Wu leered, his eyes roaming over her shamelessly.
“A woman as stunning as you shouldn’t be walking around alone. Why don’t you at least wear a veil? This is a dangerous place, after all.”
Yu Luo’s stomach turned with disgust.
Huang San chuckled, his gaze equally indecent.
“Indeed! A beauty like you must be a martial artist—so carefree and bold!”
Yu Luo’s expression turned ice cold.
“Move.”
Her voice was chilling, laced with murderous intent.
But rather than retreat, the two men grew even more excited.
Jiang Wu laughed aloud.
“Ha! Feisty! That’s good! Our Lord will definitely like you!”
“Your Lord?”
Yu Luo’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
She scrutinized the men once more, piecing things together.
“Haha, don’t you know? We’re from Feng City! With a face like yours, if you come with us, you could become the Lord’s wife! Imagine—not just any noble lady, but the Queen of Feng City! No need to roam the Jianghu (Martial Art world) anymore. You’ll have wealth, power, and prestige beyond compare!”
Hearing their deluded fantasies, Yu Luo’s lips curved into a mocking smile.
“Your Lord is still unmarried?”
“Exactly!”
“If you agree, we’ll take you back to Feng City immediately!”
Yu Luo’s laugh was sharp and cold.
“Your Lord must be truly desperate.”
Jiang Wu and Huang San froze, their smug grins vanishing.
“What do you mean by that?”
“If your Lord were as powerful as you claim, he wouldn’t need lackeys like you to search for a bride.”
Her words cut deep, their faces darkening.
But before either could react—
Yu Luo moved.
With a flick of her wrist, a dagger flashed—and in the blink of an eye, its tip rested against Jiang Wu’s throat.
Her voice was quiet—but lethal.
“You two have three seconds.”
“Run.”
“Or die.”
