As the elder pressed his palm down, Ye Longlin, with his legs crossed and a playful smirk on his lips, watched with amusement.
Song Yuanfeng, his back turned to Ye Longlin, showed a hint of schadenfreude. Although he was magnanimous and did not intend to take Ye Longlin’s life, he felt that Ye Longlin, having trifled with the Princess, must pay a price, a token of his transgression. He considered himself truly embodying the saying "a prime minister’s tolerance can ferry a boat," for not everyone could tolerate such an affair. If the Murong family were to know, Ye Longlin would not have survived a single day. In his eyes, he had left Ye Longlin a sliver of hope.
"Cough, cough, apologies. My subordinate acted a bit presumptuously. Why don't you quickly apologize to this brother!"
When Song Yuanfeng turned around, he saw the elder staggering back several steps.
Song Yuanfeng: "???"
His intention was to cooperate with the elder and give Ye Longlin a stern warning, but he also feared that Murong Hanqi would see through it, hence this scene. However, he hadn't expected that the elder beside him would retreat several steps, unable to get within three meters of Ye Longlin before being repelled!
This...
"Heh heh, my apologies. I apologize on behalf of my subordinate. Sorry about this. I'll pick up Sister Yuhan this afternoon."
With that, he turned and left directly.
After turning, Song Yuanfeng’s expression instantly turned grim.
"What's going on? Even if you couldn't seriously injure him, you should have made him realize that trifling with the Princess has dire consequences. Why did you hold back?"
Song Yuanfeng’s low voice sounded, his gaze flickering.
The elder looked at his wrist, his expression embarrassed. "Young Master, I... this is not right..."
Song Yuanfeng growled, "Don't try to deceive me with your ignorance. You are a peak of the Dragon Elephant realm, how could you miss an ordinary person? Do you really think I'm an idiot?"
As he finished speaking, a cracking sound echoed from the elder's wrist.
The bones in his wrist snapped violently.
The elder watched his hand, his face turning ashen. He stumbled back several steps, his eyes filled with shock. His pale face then turned a sickly green.
"This, this, could this be a hidden master?"
Song Yuanfeng sneered, "Is it you who is incompetent, or is he powerful? Or perhaps you've sided with Murong? Don't forget, you used to be surnamed Murong."
"Young Master, I am on your side, I... Pfft..."
The elder suddenly knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He abruptly turned to look at Ye Longlin's retreating back, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He hadn't moved a single finger throughout the entire encounter.
He couldn't understand when he had been incapacitated.
How had this even been achieved? Logically, it was impossible.
Or was he protected by a peerless expert? If so, the background of that person was also not to be underestimated. After all, the elder by his side was no ordinary person; a master at the verge of the Dragon Elephant realm was unheard of in the Great Xia, at least openly. The strongest they had seen was at most the Martial Spirit realm. Now, with his own expert incapacitated, Song Yuanfeng felt as if unseen eyes were fixed on him, further hastening his departure.
"You dog, you've successfully caught my attention!"
"Originally, I wanted to spare your life, but now it seems you're courting death yourself, so don't blame me. If I don't kill you, my anger will remain unquenched!"
"If the Murong family elder knew that Murong Yuhan, whom he betrothed to me, already had a fiancé, the scene would surely be quite interesting?"
Song Yuanfeng looked in the direction of Cloud Top Heavenly Palace, a playful smirk gracing his lips. For him, this matter hardly required his personal intervention. It was the Murong family's affair, and they could resolve it themselves. After all, his interest in the alliance was merely for the woman's beauty, nothing more. There were no feelings involved. But the Murong family might feel differently. If this matter were to get out, it would be the Murong family’s reputation that suffered, not his.
In Villa Number Three, Murong Hanqi, with a crestfallen expression, sighed deeply.
"Perhaps I can't go to Qing City with you. The elder's command, I cannot refuse."
Murong Hanqi, her heart filled with disappointment, hooked her arms around Ye Longlin’s neck, the reluctance in her eyes evident. She had originally anticipated a formal farewell ceremony before returning to her family, eagerly awaiting the day Ye Longlin would don his military attire and descend from the heavens as she had so ardently hoped. Every girl harbored a Monkey King in her heart, dreaming of her peerless hero arriving on a cloud of seven colors to claim her. But reality always differed from imagination. She liked the first part of the saying but not the latter – she recalled the latter part being, "I guessed the beginning, but I didn't guess the ending..." She didn't want to become a tragedy. Fortunately, Ye Longlin was highly unlikely to disappoint her. Indeed, on that day, all of Jinling would be celebrating the wedding of Song Yuanfeng and Murong Yuhan, with no one suspecting that an army had already surrounded the city. He was coming to snatch the bride! On that day, he would wear the ceremonial robes of the state, his python robe obscuring the heavens, a war saber at his waist. An order would be issued from above, the Hall of Glory three times commanding him to withdraw, accepting Ye Longlin's resignation, and agreeing to be witnesses to the wedding. However, Ye Longlin would utter the resolute words, "I am on campaign, and my orders are subject to my discretion." His word would seal their fate. On that same day, the world would truly understand why the Dragon Pavilion was called the Dragon Pavilion, for it was due to the presence of this living deity. As long as he was there, the Dragon Pavilion would remain the Dragon Pavilion!
"It's alright, you go back first, I will come."
Indeed, on that day, he stood atop the Fengwang Terrace, with over a thousand years of heritage in the ancient capital of six dynasties, looking down upon all. This King, with a hundred thousand troops, came for you. It shocked the world! It turned out that there truly was someone who would wage war for the sake of a beloved, daring to silence the entire world.
"Mmm, I believe you."
Murong Hanqi hugged Ye Longlin tightly, wishing she could merge her body with his. Their hearts felt as if they had never been so close. Feeling the rough, calloused hand stroking her back, Murong Hanqi's eyes glazed over, her breathing becoming rapid.
"Go, go to the room."
Ye Longlin, carrying her with one arm, returned to the room. Perhaps the night itself couldn't bear to witness such a scene, it quietly covered its eyes, plunging the outside into darkness. Meanwhile, the room was filled with a gentle, melodious symphony. As the saying goes, "A pear blossom presses the crabapple; a thousand trees, ten thousand trees of pear blossoms bloom." Tonight, there was more than just a single pear blossom. And a storm, a cold wind, was gradually beginning to erupt in Qing City. Tonight, the highway leading to Qing City had been prepared with an ambush, waiting for Ye Longlin to arrive, so they could deal with this arrogant fellow midway!