251 Old Fish? Okay, Old Fish!
“That’s right. We’re going to beat up the big bad guy. However, the fact that I’m your maternal grandfather has to be kept a secret for the time being.”
Xuanyuan Yu had no intention of letting Yun Zhiyuan and his family off, but Yun Ran had not allowed him to publicize their relationship previously, so he could only ask the packrat not to address him as her grandfather outside.
“Why? Don’t you want to be Sweetcake’s grandfather?”
The little packrat had always been a problematic little packrat. She immediately expressed her doubts.
“How can Grandfather not want you? You’re Grandfather’s little baby.” Xuanyuan Yu didn’t know how other people raised their little children. His little child had to be raised like a treasure.
“Then what should Sweetcake call Grandfather?” The little packrat licked the candied hawthorn. It was fine as long as Grandfather did not abandon her.
Xuanyuan Yu thought for a moment. Uncle definitely wouldn’t do. Then the seniority would be messed up.
“Just call me Old Fish (Yu)!”
“Old Fish? Okay, Old Fish!” The little packrat’s voice was crisp as it grinned.
The secret guards behind Xuanyuan Yu were speechless.
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The group arrived outside the Prime Minister’s Estate.
Xuanyuan Yu ordered, “Destroy this door. It’s an eyesore. Smash those two stone lions. They’re so ugly.”
The secret guards behind him received the order and immediately took action. They tore down the door of the Prime Minister’s Estate and smashed the two stone lions at the door.
Xuanyuan Yu carried Little Sweetcake and continued to walk into the Prime Minister’s residence. Anyone who tried to stop them was dealt with by the secret guards behind him.
The guards in the Prime Minister’s Estate were not bad either, but compared to the iron-blooded secret guards nurtured by Xuanyuan Yu, they were nothing.
Now, in the five countries, only the 12 Divisions under Mo Beiyuan could compare to Xuanyuan Yu and his iron-blooded secret guards.
After causing such a huge commotion, Yun Zhiyuan naturally had to come forward to see what was going on.
“How dare you! Who are you? How dare you barge into the Prime Minister’s Estate of the East Continent!”
Yun Zhiyuan was already in a bad mood. Knowing that someone had smashed the door of the Prime Minister’s Estate, he shouted with a dark expression.
“Old Fish! It’s the big bad egg!”
Little Sweetcake recognized him just by hearing his voice.
Yun Zhiyuan stepped into the courtyard and saw who it was. The little one was clearly the little bastard born by Yun Ran, but the man holding the little bastard was not Mo Beiyuan.
He looked a little familiar. It seemed to be the tyrant from Wu’an!
Yun Zhiyuan froze. His expression was extremely ugly, and his pupils constricted. His furious words were stuck in his throat.
How? How could it be that tyrant Xuanyuan Yu?
Why did he come to the Eastern Continent?
No, why did he come to the Prime Minister’s Estate?
He was even carrying the little bastard Yun Ran had given birth to.
When the emperors of the other three countries stood in front of Yun Zhiyuan, Yun Zhiyuan would not be so flustered. However, the person in front of him was Xuanyuan Yu, that temperamental tyrant.
“Why has Emperor Wu’an come to my Prime Minister’s Estate?”
Yun Zhiyuan was the Prime Minister of the East Continent after all. Although he was flustered, he was not so frightened by Xuanyuan Yu that he did not dare to speak.
No matter how capable Xuanyuan Yu was, he was still the tyrant of Wu’an, and he was the Prime Minister of the East Continent. If Xuanyuan Yu wanted to touch him, he had to think carefully.
Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking,
Xuanyuan Yu ordered the secret guards behind him, “Beat him to death!”
“You…”
When Yun Zhiyuan heard his order, he revealed an expression of doubt. “Emperor Wu’an seems to have forgotten that this is the East Continent and I’m the Prime Minister of the East Continent. If you touch me, won’t you be going overboard?”
Xuanyuan Yu’s sharp gaze was filled with undisguised killing intent. “Prime Minister of the East Continent, what a coincidence. I’m hitting you!”
The little packrat in his arms clenched her fists and waved in Yun Zhiyuan’s direction. “Hit the big bad egg…”