Chapter 445: Chapter 123: Grandmaster Injured by an Innate Expert? The Nine-Thousand-Year-Old Wounded_3

There’s also Imperial Guards stationed at the palace, so there’s no need to worry that these Jianghu martial artists will lose their heads and charge straight into the palace.

"Tell your men to keep an eye on those Jianghu martial artists. As long as they don’t injure any civilians, it’s fine."

"Don’t worry, sir. These days, Shi Sheng has been paying close attention to that kind of thing!"

With Shi Sheng watching over things.

Ye Liuyun felt fairly reassured.

After nodding slightly, he again thought of Wei Hongfang, that conniving old fox. Ye Liuyun couldn’t help grinning.

Why does it feel like—

Ever since Yan Fuhai, that old emperor, came out of seclusion, Wei Hongfang’s luck has been running downhill.

Before this, Wei Hongfang always carried himself with such lofty airs, royalty above all, towering over everyone else.

But since Yan Fuhai came out, Wei Hongfang’s been losing face non-stop. At this point, he’s just about lost all his dignity!

It seems Destiny Retribution is actually pretty terrifying.

It’s not just yourself—even the people close to you get dragged down by it. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Luckily—

I’m Yan Fuhai’s enemy, so I’ve got nothing to worry about.

"Get yourself together, come take a walk with me!"

Suddenly remembering something, Ye Liuyun raised his brow and spoke to Si Nan.

Though puzzled,

Si Nan still nodded in response.

"Yes, sir!"

...

Honestly,

Si Nan was still confused about where Ye Liuyun was taking him.

Until he saw the gates of Wei Hongfang’s residence, and Si Nan clearly froze.

"Sir, we’re...?"

He really hadn’t expected his boss would bring him straight to Wei Hongfang’s front door.

Facing Si Nan’s curiosity,

Ye Liuyun replied with an air of complete indifference.

"Wei Hongfang’s wounded and I’m the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s Southern Governor. Of course I have to drop by, show some concern, offer some sympathy. What’s the issue?"

"..."

Concern? Sympathy?

You sure you’re not just here to mock him?

After following his boss for so long, Si Nan knew exactly what kind of person he was—not the sort to ever take a loss.

After everything that happened between them, you expect me to believe he’d really show up out of kindness? Sarcasm is way more likely.

But actually—

Not only did Si Nan not think there was anything wrong with that, he even nodded in agreement.

"Sir is truly worthy of respect. So considerate and proper!"

Sarcasm, eh? Hell, that’s something I’d love to do myself.

Now that his cultivation had broken through to Grandmaster, Ye Liuyun didn’t feel the slightest bit intimidated. This time, he just brought Si Nan along and didn’t bother bringing a whole entourage.

"Who are you?"

Before they’d gotten close,

The moment they neared Wei Hongfang’s residence, some servants came over to block their way.

Ye Liuyun didn’t bother with chatter; he immediately pulled out his Southern Governor’s badge.

"Ye Liuyun, Southern Governor of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Here to check on Wei Hongfang after his injury, thought I’d show some concern!"

"Uh..."

Embroidered Uniform Guard?

They’d obviously heard of Ye Liuyun, the teenage Grandmaster.

"Seventh Grade at the Prime Minister’s gate"—servants like these at Wei Hongfang’s residence usually treat visiting officials with their noses in the air.

Some officials outranked Ye Liuyun and even then these servants never showed much respect.

But when they realized it was Ye Liuyun, all of their arrogant words stuck right in their throats; none of them could say a thing.

After all—

Ye Liuyun has built up quite the fearsome reputation.

If he says he’ll show you no respect, that’s exactly what he’ll do.

These servants had heard all right: Ye Liuyun had gone to the homes of several First and Second Grade ministers, and any disobedient servant got cut down with a blade. No hesitation.

And with his status as a teenage Grandmaster...

These servants weren’t foolish enough to think their boss would avenge them after.

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

Seeing that these servants were still blocking the way and hadn’t said a word,

Ye Liuyun frowned slightly,

Looking pretty unhappy.

And Si Nan, right beside him, also discreetly rested his hand on his sword hilt, stepping forward half a pace, giving off the air that he could make a move at any moment.

The servants were already hesitant.

Now that they saw this, they were scared out of their wits.

They didn’t have time to think. They blurted out,

"No, no problem at all! This way, sir!"

Not only did they drop the idea of blocking the way, they actually hustled over to guide Ye Liuyun themselves.

Ye Liuyun didn’t intend to waste time with them and strode right into Wei Hongfang’s residence, moving briskly.

And Si Nan followed him in, completely focused.

Seriously, there’s nothing like following my boss for prestige.

If I’d come here alone—

There’s no way these servants at Wei Hongfang’s place would give me the time of day.

...

Meanwhile,

In the back garden of Wei Hongfang’s residence—

Wei Hongfang was sitting in a courtyard, staring out at a small lake, his expression as dark as a thundercloud.

The wounds on his body had actually healed the same day, not even leaving a scar.

But the problem was—

Too many people had witnessed him injured that day—there wasn’t even room left to twist the story or paper it over.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

His fists clenched so tightly they were white.

You actually got hurt by people you considered beneath contempt. Wei Hongfang couldn’t accept it, not in any universe.

Another thing he couldn’t accept was Yan Fuhai’s attitude toward him since then.

He felt a little wronged inside, and for the first time, a flicker of dissatisfaction crept in.

He’d stepped up to take a blade for Yan Fuhai, after all.

Those Jianghu martial artists were here to challenge Yan Fuhai in the first place.

He was the one who stood in their way.

If it hadn’t been for him, Yan Fuhai wouldn’t have had any peace to recover from his wounds.

So why was he getting blamed now?

Facing so many challengers every day, feeling drained and battle-weary—isn’t that perfectly normal?

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