Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
It was Zi Ling!
Ye Qing Luo rolled off the bed as she rushed in.
She held on her knees and gasped anxiously while trying to regain her composure: “Missy, Eighth Young Master…. Eighth Young Master is being punished!”
Ye Qing Luo remained unperturbed upon hearing the news.
Her brother being disciplined by father was within her expectations.
Ye Tian Kuang was already severely wounded and needed full concentration to recover.
Yet Ye Feng Yu chose to show his concern at this crucial moment and attempted to stick up for his sister.
Her father would naturally take it out on him.
His other wives had long hated the fact that he was the son of the first wife. Why wouldn’t they seize the opportunity to rub it in?
Given Ye Feng Yu’s temperament, he would definitely be at the shorter end of the stick.
At this moment, she managed to remain undaunted.
That would teach the lill rascal Yu’er a lesson or he would never learn to get out of a sticky situation.
“Did he follow the rest into Ye Tian Kuang’s chambers?”
Ye Qing Luo couldn’t even bothered to address him as father but called his name out in full.
Stunned by what she heard, Zi Ling immediately looked around.
She was sure there wasn’t anyone around before she nodded with a sigh of relief.
“And he knelt outside the chambers till Ye Tian Kuang is awake in hope to plead leniency for me? But got humiliated by Second and Third Madame instead and was sent off to the ancestral hall?”
Zi Ling’s eyes widen as she asked: “Miss….Miss… how you know the details? It couldn’t be that you were there too?”
Obviously.
Her brother did everything accordingly to what she had anticipated.
She had either known him inside out or with Ye Feng Yu’s simple mind, it was literally like reading an open book.
This was also the specific reason why she had asked Zi Ling to tail him.
“To the ancestral hall.”
Ye Qing Luo straighten her clothes as she led Zi Ling to the direction of the hall.
When they arrived outside the hall, two burly gatekeepers blocked her.
“Seventh Miss, without the orders of the Sovereign, no one is allowed to enter the Ye’s Ancestral Hall.”
The two gatekeepers had longed been bribed by the Second Madame and there is no way they would acceded to her taking another step further.
Ye Qing Luo sneered out, “Is it the command of the lord, or the order of the second wife?”
Flabbergasted, the two men looked at each other and hesitated.
Ultimately, Ye Qing Luo was the daughter from Ye’s family’s first wife.
And Second Madame is merely a kept woman, hardly even considered a concubine.
It was just the servants in the house who would greet her “Madame” in order to please her and make their lives easier.
Recently, the whole house had been speculating about Ye Qing Luo’s changes.
Panic-stricken, they stood there uncertain what should be their next best move.
Running out of patience, Ye Qing Luo swirled out two huge waves on her palms and landed it onto the two entourages’ chests.
They were both sent flying off the grounds instantaneously.
As she set her foot into the hall with Zi Ling, she was riveted to the spot upon what was right in front of her eyes..
Ye Qing Luo felt a rage burning within her and could feel traces of fury rising up. It was as if her eyes had been lit up with flames into mber orbs…
The place was illuminated with only two weak candle flames flickering across the rows of neatly placed spirit tablets.
The cool air seemed to be at a standstill, creating a creeping sense of unease.
“Eighth Young Master!”
After seeing the situation, Zi Ling grewed pale and let out a squeal with her quivering lips.
“Sis, sister….” Ye Feng Yu turned and faced the ladies upon detecting her voice.
That young and gentle face was covered with stale sweat and dirt in the poorly lit room.
But given Ye Qing Luo’s eyesight, she could see clearly in the dark.
Her first vision was his lips, caked in dried blood congealed and cracked.
With a struggle, he showed a painful grin and called out: “Sister, I am fine. You should head back and rest…..”
“Fine? You call this fine?”
Ye Qing Luo’s eyes flashed with indignance and anger, much like lightning in the dark.