CHAPTER 596: CHAPTER 465: FEMALE LORD IN CRISIS

Inside the Drunk Immortal Inn, Ye Lingyue was attending to Feng Xun’s wounds.

Tiny shattered porcelain pieces were too plentiful; Ye Lingyue could only painstakingly use a needle to pick out the fragments.

"Do you have a grudge against the wine cup? Why play with it for no reason?" Ye Lingyue was annoyed, her lovely eyebrows knitted together like two little inchworms.

"Don’t frown, you’ll get wrinkles." Feng Xun laughed hoarsely, reaching out with his uninjured left hand to rub Ye Lingyue’s brow, trying to smooth out the tiny "川" shaped crease on her forehead.

Her hands were both holding onto Feng Xun’s right hand, and for the moment, she did not attend to his other hand which roamed freely on her face.

Feng Xun’s hand instead started to fiddle with a strand of her hair, twirling it in his fingers.

"Didn’t you see who caused this? What did you say to Senior Ye just now?" Ye Lingyue asked casually.

"Do you like that Senior Ye very much?" Feng Xun’s tone was a bit unnatural, if one listened closely, one could detect a hint of sourness.

The way Ye Lingyue had looked at Ye Beiming was something Feng Xun had never seen on her before.

Ye Beiming was the sort of man that no woman could ignore.

Feng Xun could also tell that Ye Beiming’s demeanor towards Ye Lingyue was different.

Usually ice-cold towards others to the point where he could freeze the air instantly, his eyes, however, turned tender as water when looking at Lady Ye and Ye Lingyue.

Luckily, Feng Xun could see that in Ye Beiming’s eyes, aside from affection and joy, there was no hint of romantic love towards Ye Lingyue.

He was a man of unswaying devotion, with his life partner right by his side.

"Men like Senior Ye aren’t likely to be disliked; he is very strong and also very devoted. I’ve heard Lady Ye mention that they went through many hardships before ending up together; there were even life and death separations along the way." When Ye Lingyue talked about the couple, her tone was soft, and her eyes held a touch of longing.

If Hong Fang’s existence had made her almost despair of romantic love, then Yun Sheng and Ye Beiming were the paragon of a couple in her heart. If she could have that kind of relationship after marriage...

Ye Lingyue shuddered, what was she thinking about, marriage?

It was all Lady Ye’s fault; they had talked a lot in the side room earlier, and Lady Ye had asked her if she had someone in her heart.

She awkwardly replied that she did not, but in her mind, Feng Xun’s face inexplicably appeared, and even more bizarre, in the next moment, a golden mask popped into her thoughts.

Such ideas nearly scared Ye Lingyue half to death.

She actually... harbored feelings for two men at the same time.

Ye Lingyue loathed herself.

Because she was distracted, her hand shook and the wound on Feng Xun, which was already open, began to bleed profusely.

Ye Lingyue hurriedly used Elixir Pills to stop the bleeding for Feng Xun, who furrowed his brow; he interpreted Ye Lingyue’s lapse as... her liking a strong man like Ye Beiming.

How many women in the world could resist a strong and devoted man?

Perhaps, he should seriously consider what Senior Ye had said.

If he could get along with Wu Zhong, they could protect Ye Lingyue. But could he really control Wu Zhong?

At this moment, both were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and after a while, Feng Xun’s hand was properly bandaged.

Lan Cai’er also came out with the mother and son.

Yun Sheng’s medical skills were indeed exceptional; even the wounds that Xue Pianran couldn’t heal, Yun Sheng managed to cure, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the child was able to walk normally.

Lan Cai’er had just taken the mother and child to clean up and have a meal. When they returned to Ye Lingyue’s side, they looked almost like different people.

The child was still thin, but after cleaning up, he had rosy lips and white teeth, looking quite handsome.

As for the woman, she no longer resembled an ordinary beggar woman.

"Thank you both for saving our lives. Gouwa, kneel and kowtow to our benefactors," the woman knew that if she and her son hadn’t met Ye Lingyue today, they would have been beaten to death.

She hurriedly commanded her son to kneel and gave Ye Lingyue several proper kowtows.

"Lady, please don’t be so courteous. You don’t seem like beggars, so why have you fallen into such a state, begging on the streets of Xia Capital?" Ye Lingyue wondered.

"If I may say so, we are villagers from the region around Purple Bamboo Ridge. We used to live peacefully in the mountains," the woman explained truthfully.

It turned out that the mother and son came from out of town.

A few months ago, there were rumors that a rare Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo Forest had been discovered around Purple Bamboo Ridge.

Soon after, large numbers of Mercenaries and some malevolent forces from the Central Plains surged into the area.

They took over the local villages, killed countless villagers, and the luckier ones managed to escape.

The woman’s husband died on the way while protecting his wife and child, and the mother and son, along with some villagers, fled.

They initially wanted to seek asylum with Beiqing, hoping Beiqing would send troops to drive away the bandits, but Beiqing stated that Purple Bamboo Ridge was not within their jurisdiction and refused to admit them into the city.

With no other choice, the mother and son, together with the villagers, entered Daxia and begged all the way to Xia Capital, but even there, the officials said that Purple Bamboo Ridge was not their territory.

That’s how the situation unfolded, and as the woman spoke, she sadly wiped away her tears.

Just like that, they didn’t belong in Beiqing or Daxia, their home was occupied and they couldn’t return, lacked Identity Documents, couldn’t work, and had no choice but to become beggars in Xia Capital, living meal to meal, which led to the incident where Gouwa was beaten.

"How can this be reasonable? The officials should not ignore such matters. Tell me, where is Purple Bamboo Ridge? I’ll have my father lead the troops to exterminate those bandits," Lan Cai’er exclaimed indignantly, slamming her hand on the table and her eyebrows knitting together in anger.

"Sister, don’t act rashly. I always tell you to read more books, but you never do. Even if you ask our foster father for help, he won’t send troops to quell the rebellion,"

Ye Lingyue rubbed her temples, holding back an enraged Lan Cai’er.

"Why? What does it have to do with my reading? Is there something wrong with Purple Bamboo Ridge?" Lan Cai’er asked, puzzled.

"Eldest Miss Lan, if you had read books, you would know that Purple Bamboo Ridge is a very special region,"

Feng Xun said with a smile.

As it turned out, Purple Bamboo Ridge has been a disputed area between Daxia and Beiqing since ancient times, a place of poor and dangerous terrain, rumored to have areas that even Reincarnation Realm Martial Artists dare not enter.

The troops of Beiqing and Daxia stationed there had both experienced entire armies mysteriously disappearing when they ventured into the area long ago.

Over time, both countries became unwilling to manage Purple Bamboo Ridge. This was why the refugees were turned away by both nations’ officials.

"What should we do then? Should we just watch the elder sister and her son, along with all the other refugees, remain homeless?" Lan Cai’er scratched her head.

"It won’t come to that. While no one used to care about Purple Bamboo Ridge, just a few days ago, someone did," Feng Xun laughed.

"Who?" Lan Cai’er asked curiously.

"Who else but me, haha, I just happen to remember that among the large tract of land rewarded to me by Xiahou Qi, Purple Bamboo Ridge was included," Ye Lingyue rolled her eyes, suddenly realizing that she might have fallen into a big trap Xiahou Qi had dug for her.