"My wife prefers not to be disturbed when she is treating someone. I’ll wait for her here, could you please fetch me a jar of wine, miss? And you, young man, since we are fated to meet, why don’t you sit down and join me for a cup of mild wine?" Ye Beiming glanced at Feng Xun.
His words confirmed Feng Xun’s suspicions - he indeed was the person from that night at the Marquis Mansion.
Remembering Princess Qing Bi’s words, she mentioned being kidnapped by a strange man. Could this man be him?
After a brief contemplation, Feng Xun instructed Sword Slave to stand guard outside the side room and sat down with Ye Beiming.
Instinctively, Feng Xun felt that this man was important and that it was crucial to establish a good relationship with him.
Lan Cai’er, not daring to neglect, hurriedly had someone serve the wine. She originally planned to eavesdrop on their conversation while gossiping on the side.
But Ye Beiming merely coldly lifted his eyelids, and the usually fearless Lan Cai’er suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Politely, she said "Please enjoy," then scampered away like a rabbit who had seen a big grey wolf.
Only when she was at a safe distance did Lan Cai’er turn back to glance at Feng Xun and Ye Beiming.
It was undeniable; these two men indeed epitomized the ideal of every woman. Feng Xun was unparalleled in appearance, and though the "moving ice mountain" gentleman was colder, his sharp facial features, and profound masculinity were unmistakably attractive.
The two men sat opposite each other, one from the north and one from the south, without a hint of incongruity. In terms of presence, Feng Xun was not outdone by Ye Beiming in the slightest.
A fine Five Treasures Brew was placed before them, and Feng Xun filled the cup for Ye Beiming.
"What is your surname, name, age, family, and family members?"
Ye Beiming got straight to the point, his tone interrogative as if inquiring about one’s "family genealogy."
Feng Xun appeared calm and collected.
"Feng Xun, seventeen, a Beiqing person, my family has a military background for generations. In my generation, I switched midway from military to business, and I am the only one left in my family, as my parents died early."
"As a man, you seem too frail; how can you protect your wife and children?" Ye Beiming raised an eyebrow.
"Though frail in limbs, I excel in extensive reading and understanding the ways of the world, confident in my ability to protect my loved ones," Feng Xun responded with offered calmness and direct gaze at Ye Beiming.
"Slick talker, if you’re sincere, why do you not dare to show your true face, and regardless of ’that thing’ on you, you will eventually bring calamity upon your loved ones," Ye Beiming snorted.
Feng Xun’s wine cup trembled slightly, the Rainbow Five Treasures Brew shimmered with multicolors, yet Feng Xun’s face slightly paled.
This man had discerned his body’s "secret," and from his tone, it seemed he knew even more.
"I swear, no matter what I become, Feng Xun would rather die than harm my loved ones," Feng Xun gripped his wine cup tightly.
As frail as he was, when he said this, the wine cup shattered, the sharp fragments pierced his palm, but he remained unaware.
Ye Beiming glanced at Feng Xun, his long fingers tapping on the tabletop.
"Senior, do you know about what’s in my body..." Feng Xun was about to inquire more.
The door to the side room opened; Ye Lingyue and Yun Sheng walked out together.
Laughing and talking, the moment Ye Beiming heard his wife and daughter’s voices, the lines of his face softened considerably.
"Fox Ye, have you finished your tasks?"
"If you don’t finish soon, aren’t you going to turn the entire Xia Capital upside down? I’ve told you so many times to mind your own business and eat more," Ye Beiming naturally pulled his petite wife into his arms and caught her smooth chin, expressing his dissatisfaction.
By the time he arrived, he had already heard from passers-by about the heroic deed of Yun Sheng.
Before the couple entered the Qing Province Continent, Ye Beiming had already reminded Yun Sheng that they had a special identity and should try to keep a low profile to avoid attracting the attention of the superiors on this continent. Clearly, his dainty wife had taken all those words as if they were wind past her ears.
"Fox Ye, there are people around," Yun Sheng said somewhat awkwardly.
The others present seemed quite at ease. The couple, with a woman as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal and a man cool and aloof, made everyone notice that Ye Beiming would instantly melt from a gigantic iceberg into a puddle of water whenever he encountered Yun Sheng.
Their intimacy with each other was also very natural—they were clearly an old married couple. Onlookers felt only envy but nothing out of place.
"What were you talking about just now?" Yun Sheng asked, seeing Ye Beiming and Feng Xun sitting together, looking as if they were having a pleasant conversation (Fox Ye says, how can your eyes tell we are talking pleasantly, all those who intend to kidnap my daughter are despicable, I wish I could strangle each of them ==).
"Men’s talk," Ye Beiming avoided the question, glancing at the startled Ye Lingyue.
A father and daughter meeting each other for the first time in a previous life.
Ye Beiming had a mix of emotions, his eyes gradually softened.
"So you are Ling Yue, sorry my wife has troubled you."
"Senior Ye is too polite. Lady Ye has excellent medical skills, she has saved my mother and me. If you two have just arrived at Xia Capital and have no place to stay, my house still has guest rooms, you are welcome to stay," Ye Lingyue, feeling an inexplicable sense of kinship upon seeing Ye Beiming.
"Don’t trouble Miss Ye anymore, something has come up at home and my wife and I must hurry back. In the future, if there is an opportunity, we will definitely come and visit Miss Ye again," Ye Beiming smiled, and with Yun Sheng who heard this, understood by the couple’s years of tacit understanding, that something must have happened.
So she did not say more, and after a few more words with Ye Lingyue, she left with Ye Beiming. Content orıginally comes from Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Upon leaving, Ye Beiming suddenly said.
"Your friend just accidentally got injured, Miss Ye might want to bandage him."
Ye Lingyue took another look and found Feng Xun sitting alone there, with fresh blood dripping from his right hand.
"Feng Xun, what happened to your hand?" Ye Lingyue exclaimed in panic, chiding as she grabbed Feng Xun’s hand.
Seeing Ye Lingyue’s concern for Feng Xun, Ye Beiming and Yun Sheng were clear in their minds.
"Feng Xun, the question you wanted to ask me earlier, I can tell you the answer now. No need to rush to extremes, maybe you and he are not as incompatible as fire and water," Ye Beiming said, then left with his puzzled wife.
When the couple left the tavern, it was dusk, and the streets were busy, filled with people rushing home.
Inside Xia Capital, where the autumn scenery was rich, the evening breeze was somewhat cool.
Yun Sheng snuggled into Ye Beiming’s embrace.
"What happened? Didn’t we agree to wait until Ling Yue settled down before returning to the Eight Desolates Divine Domain?"
"An accident happened; it seems our whereabouts have been noticed," Ye Beiming lowered his gaze, his long lashes casting a shadow, a flicker of danger in his eyes.
"Are you talking about his people?" Yun Sheng tensed up.
"Yes. If we continue to stay in the Qing Province Continent, Yue’er’s whereabouts will be discovered sooner or later. For her safety, we must leave." Ye Beiming said, wrapped his coat tightly, enveloping his wife securely, and the two stepped into the setting sun, vanishing without a trace.