"A woman's brain is truly the most inexplicable in this world …" Yun Yang murmured to himself.
"I've named the wolf cub, Little Yueyue. What do you think?" Ji Ling asked excitedly.
"Little Yueyue?" The corners of Yun Yang's lips twitched, his words insincere. "What a good name! That's great! "
Ji Ling's eyes widened, unable to rebuke this hypocritical and perfunctory fellow.
However, she quickly grew excited again. "But with Little Yueyue's current coordination, it'll be a piece of cake for me to win! I'm definitely going to be the big sister this time. "
"You're going to win?" Yun Yang asked curiously. Is the mystical beast tournament a competition of pet training? How fun is that? You've made it sound so grand earlier …
"Of course I'm going to win!" Ji Ling was full of confidence.
"Since you're going to win …" Yun Yang was puzzled. "Then why aren't you leaving? Why are you hanging around here? "
"…" Ji Ling's jaw dropped. The smile on her face froze.
What a twist!
She had never seen such an uncouth man!
"Have you fallen for me?" Yun Yang took a step back in fear. "Miss, I'm still young and …"
"Go to hell!"
Ji Ling flew into a rage.
Yun Yang hugged his right leg and jumped up, baring his teeth. "Why did you hit me when we were talking nicely?"
Ji Ling glared at him with her teeth clenched. "Who's hanging on to you? I'll leave!"
Lowering her head, she dashed out with the wolf cub in her arms.
Her eyes were rimmed red.
This bastard!
This …
"Sigh …"
Yun Yang called out from behind her.
Ji Ling stopped in her tracks, her heart filled with hope. "What else do you want? Aren't you going to chase me away? "
She thought that this fellow must be apologizing.
"Don't forget our deal." Yun Yang said seriously, "You have to do it if you win. It's very important! "
"…"
Ji Ling's body trembled violently as she flew out with a swoosh. From afar, she said, "I, Ji Ling, am not one to go back on my word!"
She had disappeared.
There was a thick nasal sound in her voice.
Yun Yang stood quietly for a while and smiled faintly, murmuring, "It's good that you remember. I was just afraid that you'd forget …"
Lao Mei stood behind Yun Yang, sighing deeply as he watched Yun Yang's silhouette, hugging his head with both hands.
Young Master … you're destined to be single for life …
He could let him go, but why did he have to use such a method?
…
Watching Ji Ling leave, Yun Yang's eyes flickered and his expression darkened, as if he had suddenly put on a mask. He looked a little solemn.
"Young Master …" Lao Mei sighed softly behind him. "You … have hurt Miss Ji's heart …"
Yun Yang exhaled and said faintly, "There's nothing to be sad about. We're from two different worlds anyway. Little girls may not understand much, but I want to understand. "
Lao Mei was confused. "Sensible?"
Yun Yang said faintly, "Lao Mei, what is Miss Ji's background like? You should be able to tell, right? "
Lao Mei nodded and sighed.
"You know what they have to face if they truly love each other, don't you?" Yun Yang asked.
Lao Mei sighed again.
"Besides, at least for now, this Miss Ji has not taken a liking to me, has she? At most, it's just a vague and unformed feeling … I feel that this person isn't bad, quite interesting … but that's all there is to it? "Yun Yang said.
Lao Mei sighed again. Yun Yang was right.
That was all there was to it. There was no liking or admiration. He just felt that she wasn't bad. However, this could develop …
"So … why should we continue to be entangled and look for trouble?" Yun Yang smiled, his gaze distant, calm and cold.
"Young Master is right." Lao Mei still sighed inwardly.
Yun Yang said, "So, this … isn't it good?"
There was no ripple in his heart, but he thought to himself, "My brother's death has yet to be avenged, my eight brothers, eight hundred brothers' bones have yet to turn cold, and I haven't even figured out how to exact my revenge. What face do I have to talk about romance?
Love between a man and a woman is an extravagant thing to me now. "
Yun Yang's eyes suddenly glinted with a bloody light. "I'll go out for a while."
Lao Mei said, "I'll go with young master."
"There's no need."
"Marquis Yun will be back soon …" Lao Mei suddenly said, seeing that Yun Yang was about to step out of the house.
"Oh …"
Yun Yang responded with an "oh" and disappeared.
"Sigh!"
Lao Mei realized that other than sighing, there was nothing else he could do. He had followed Marquis Yun for ten years, but he never knew when Marquis Yun had gotten married or when he had a son.
It was only three years ago when he brought Yun Yang back and said that he was his son. Lao Mei was dumbfounded then. Then, he stayed in Tiantang City and became the butler for three years.
Of course, what baffled Lao Mei even more was that Marquis Yun had left after a month after bringing Yun Yang home. There had been no news of him for three years. It was like he had disappeared.
He did not care about his son at all.
Yun Yang, the son, did not seem to care about his father's departure either. He did not care …
Lao Mei had never seen a second pair of such a strange father-son relationship in his life!
This young master had been normal for the first two years. Other than disappearing for a few months, only two or three times a year, everything else was normal.
However, this year, he was completely different from before!
…
Yun Yang walked with a flutter in his purple robe. His handsome face drew sidelong glances from the passersby; some young ladies stole a glance at him and blushed.
He did not walk quickly; his steps were relaxed, exuding an indifference that came from his bones. His face was rosy, his demeanor calm.
Coming out of the Residence of Yun, he took a few turns and walked to the main street in the city, heading towards Tiantang Square.
In front of the Heroic Spirit Pavilion.
There were still countless people paying their respects.
The smell of incense and candles almost filled the air.
Yun Yang followed the crowd and walked to the tombstone. Standing still, he lit the candles and held them in his hands, bowing respectfully to the ground. He did not get up for a long time.
"Brothers, please bless me to find the clues of my enemy soon and take my revenge!"
"Brothers, please bless me to find the traitors in the imperial court as soon as possible and eradicate them!"
"Brothers, your souls are not far away. Watch as I avenge you one by one!"
"Don't worry, brothers. As long as I, Yun Yang, am here, even if I have to go bankrupt, even if I have to plunder the world … I won't let your families suffer the slightest bit!"
Yun Yang straightened himself and inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner. Lifting his head to look at them, he turned and left without turning back.
He quickly turned into a small path and disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already in a shabby slum.
However, even though the people here looked poor, they were all very satisfied. Along the road, there were some white-haired old men sitting and chatting. Their weathered faces were filled with contentment and happiness. Laughter could be heard from time to time.
Occasionally, one or two or three handicapped people could be seen. Some were missing an arm, some were missing an eye, some were missing a leg, and so on. They supported each other as they walked by the side of the road. Their scarred faces were filled with longing for life.
"Old Fourth Li, has your family received any silver recently?"
"Yes, I have. What about you?"
"We have too."
"I really don't know which philanthropist is so generous. This silver … it makes my heart tremble. What kind of wealth does he have to be able to provide for us like this? "
"Yes … We've received someone's kindness for no reason, but we don't know who it is … How shameful."
A smile tugged at the corners of Yun Yang's lips as he walked past them slowly without looking away.
Behind him, a one-armed man's voice rang out softly, catching his attention.
"Brothers, I've always felt …" The one-armed man was obviously wary as he lowered his voice. "I've always felt that … this matter seems to be related to the Nine Supremes …"
"The Nine Supremes Lords?" The others exclaimed in unison.
"Silence." The one-armed man reminded them hurriedly. "I think … the Nine Supremes often distributed silver to the brothers back then. It was just that it was in the military then. Each time the troops retreated or the injured brothers were sent back, there would always be someone chasing after them. No matter how many people returned home, each person would receive at least five hundred silver taels …"
"We only found out later that the silver taels were not from the Board of Military. Do you still remember?"
"Of course I remember! How can we forget the kindness that the nine lords have shown to our disabled soldiers? "
"The people sent by the Nine Supremes to deliver the silver taels were dressed in black and masked …" The one-armed man's voice trembled. "That night, I ate something bad and couldn't sleep. I could vaguely see … a few black shadows, dressed in black and masked, throwing the silver taels in my room … then they disappeared …"
"These men dressed in black, they wore the same clothes as the Nine Supremes Lords' subordinates …"
The rest of the men jolted abruptly and stood up, their faces brimming with excitement. "Is what you're saying true?"
The one-armed man's voice trembled violently as tears welled up in his eyes. "Do you think … that the Nine Supremes aren't dead yet …"
His voice was filled with intense hope. His thick Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he said longingly, "The Nine Supremes … shouldn't be dead …"
"Other than the Nine Supremes, who else could keep us, the disabled soldiers from the battlefield, in mind?"
…
Yun Yang sucked in a breath and left with large strides. The discussion was still going on, but there were already sobs.
"How I wish the Nine Supremes are still here … sob …"
Yun Yang sped up, crossing a few streets with no expression on his face. He came to a quiet spot and stood there, leaning his back against a dilapidated wall, taking deep breaths.
There was a sharp pain in my heart; my brothers had done the same in those days. How could my brothers' responsibility and persistence be absent when it came to me?
My eight brothers' spirits in heaven must be comforted to see that I'm still carrying on their good deeds back then.
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