35: Chapter 35 Ye Ping’s Attitude 35: Chapter 35 Ye Ping’s Attitude Silent, utterly silent, profoundly so.
Ye Xuan’s appearance not only made Ye Ping feel as if he were dreaming, he could hardly believe that his elder brother had not only survived but was standing right before him.
you…” Xia Qingzhu stared at Ye Xuan, dressed in ancient attire, emanating an aura that kept others at bay, she hesitated to speak, a bad feeling rising faintly in her heart.
“Cang Hao, this is your son, isn’t it?” Nangong Yun recovered her composure and looked straight at Ye Canghao, her voice carrying a mocking tone.
“Little brother, come with me, mother and sister are waiting for you at home.” Regrettably, Ye Xuan did not even spare Nangong Yun a glance, he silently looked at Ye Ping, his voice somewhat subdued.
I…”, Ye Ping’s eyes were downcast, he dared not meet Ye Xuan’s gaze, clearly hesitating.
Nangong Yun slowly stood up and moved in front of Ye Xuan, sneering, “I did not expect you to still be alive.
You’ve come to the Ye Family during the old man’s seventieth birthday celebration, could it be that you and your wretched mother wish to return to the Ye Family?”
As Nangong Yun’s words fell, Ye Xuan finally redirected his gaze from Ye Ping, slowly looking towards Nangong Yun, his expression eerily calm.
However, his next action caused a stir among the guests present at the birthday feast.
A loud slap echoed, and Nangong Yun was sent flying, several teeth, bloodied, fell to the ground, and her body even flipped over the banquet table.
While everyone was in shock, Ye Xuan walked forward until he reached Nangong Yun, and suddenly his foot stomped down on her cheek, grinding continuously.
Ye Xuan, looking down at Nangong Yun beneath his foot, his voice cold, said, “Do you remember?
Back then, you whipped my mother and me with a leather whip and used every means to drive us out of the Ye Family.
I remember it all very clearly.”
Caught beneath Ye Xuan’s foot, Nangong Yun’s cheek swelled, fresh blood kept spilling from her mouth, she had never expected Ye Xuan would dare to lay hands on her.
“Your mother is a whore, and you are a bastard; that is an immutable fact,” Nangong Yun screamed hysterically, like a madwoman.
With one stomp, Nangong Yun’s ribs broke, and more piteous cries came from her mouth.
“Ye Xuan, you little bastard, if you dare, then kill me.”
“Ye Canghao, you coward, aren’t you going to deal with this little bastard?”
Suddenly, Ye Canghao’s expression darkened tremendously as he strode towards Ye Xuan.
“Rebel, you’re too presumptuous, release her immediately!” Ye Canghao spoke, his face grim.
Regrettably, to Ye Canghao’s scolding, Ye Xuan paid no attention, his foot remained on Nangong Yun’s chest, his lips curling into a cruel smile.
“Do you know that today is the day you die?”
Blood light burst forth, as the sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade ringing continuously.
The cold, gleaming tip pressed directly against Nangong Yun’s forehead, as if ready to execute her at any moment.
“Cang Hao, you truly have a good son, haven’t you?”
Ye Canghai came forward with an embarrassed expression, accompanied by many guests, they encircled Ye Xuan at the center.
Ye Canghai’s grim expression tightened Ye Canghao’s heart as well.
Today was Ye Canghai’s birthday, and such an incident occurring could only be a joke for outsiders to laugh at the Ye Family.
Despite everything, Ye Xuan was his son.
Now that he had caused such trouble, Ye Canghao knew he would inevitably be punished by Ye Canghai, fearing that his coveted position as the Family Head might already be hanging by a thread.
In just a moment, Ye Canghao had figured out everything, which made his gaze towards Ye Xuan appear extremely sinister.
“Son, regardless, she is your stepmother.
Let her go,” Ye Canghai commanded, displaying the demeanor of a Superior.
“Brother, let Auntie go,” Ye Ping also quickly spoke, advising Ye Xuan.
Ye Ping’s words caused Ye Xuan’s eyebrows to furrow, and then he slowly turned to Ye Ping and said, “Say that again, what did you just call her?”
Looking at Ye Xuan’s icy eyes, Ye Ping suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Under the watchful eyes of the Ye Family members, he could only lower his gaze and dare not meet Ye Xuan’s eyes.
He murmured, “Brother, no matter what, we both carry the blood of the Ye Family.
Though she is not our birth mother, she is still Father’s wife.”
Nangong Yun, trampled under Ye Xuan’s feet, burst into laughter and said, “Ye Xuan, you little bastard, you still want to take your little brother away from the Ye Family.
Ask him if he wants to?”
At that moment, Ye Xuan’s eyes were slightly closed, and the hand holding the Blood Sword was even more prominently veined; he no longer needed to ask to see that his little brother would definitely not leave the Ye Family with him.
“Is it for glory and wealth?”
Ye Xuan murmured, and when he looked at Ye Ping again, he softly said, “Or…
is it for so-called position of Family Head of the Ye Family?”
Ye Xuan’s voice grew calmer, but hearing this, Ye Ping turned extremely pale, and his body trembled slightly.
After more than a dozen breaths, he suddenly looked up at Ye Xuan, his face flushed red.
“Yes, it’s for glory and wealth; I want to be above others.”
“Do you know how hard our days in Jiangnan were?
I don’t want to be just an ordinary person my whole life; the Ye Family can give me everything I want.”
At this point, Ye Ping’s demeanor seemed crazed as he kept yelling at Ye Xuan.
We both have the blood of the Ye Family, we are naturally superior.
Why do you always have to go against the Ye Family?”
“Brother, let Auntie go, I will surely plead with Grandfather and Father on your behalf,” Ye Ping yelled, as if wanting to vent all the pent-up grievances of the years.
“Ping’er, you speak well, rest assured, as long as Auntie lives, she will treat you as her own son.”
Although trampled under Ye Xuan’s foot, Nangong Yun, looking at Ye Xuan’s dark expression, was extremely joyful, and kept praising Ye Ping.
“Little brother, for so-called glory and wealth, for so-called status above others, do you really want to abandon Mother and Ling’er?” Ye Xuan lifted his foot off Nangong Yun, the bloody sword in his hand slightly drooping.
Faced with Ye Xuan’s question, Ye Ping bit his lips tightly, unable to answer for a long time, which made Ye Xuan scoff at himself and no longer glance at Ye Ping.
“Unfilial son, look at what you’ve done, aren’t you going to kneel down and apologize to your Auntie?” Watching Ye Xuan release Nangong Yun, Ye Canghao’s expression softened slightly, but he still reprimanded Ye Xuan very sternly.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing Ye Xuan’s graying hair to sway in the wind, and a cruel smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.