Yu Mingyue, being exceptionally clever, imdiately discerned the subtle counsel concealed within his words and the underlying derogation, causing her expression to darken as she looked at Shen Wuzheng with eyes devoid of any awe or fear.
She sneered, "The victor becos the king, the loser the bandit."
"..."
"You should reserve the words ’take care’ for yourselves."
This statent was an outright provocation against them. Though they were already aware that this "Guanghan Guest" had plotted against them multiple tis—Yu Wenye had even nearly perished at her hands—such provocation was sothing they were encountering for the first ti off the battlefield.
Moreover, it ca from a woman.
Even in this era, where won no longer remained confined to the boudoir, spoke freely in court, or even fought battles, encountering a woman who could utter such bold words in front of three noble sons was unprecedented.
All three n were struck with an unprecedented shock.
After a long while, it was Shen Wuzheng who, with a aningful smile, said, "It seems you seek more than just defeating at the poetry contest."
Yu Mingyue offered a faint smile, "I never intended to win over you, nor your group, solely with poetry."
"..."
"I intend to reclaim what rightfully belongs to us, one piece at a ti!"
Upon hearing this, their expressions darkened once more.
Particularly Yu Wenye, whose deep-set eyes flickered with a cold light as he stared intently at his opponent, "When you say ’yours’, who do you an by ’you and’?"
At that mont, a sudden gentle breeze blew past.
Though breeze often graced this narrow alley, especially after Yu Mingyue alighted from the carriage and the curtains hadn’t ceased fluttering, this breeze felt different, infused with a familiar scent and an indescribable sense of tranquility.
Faintly, there was even a hint of sandalwood fragrance mixed within the breeze.
As it brushed their cheeks and ears, everyone seed unconsciously soothed by the tranquility carried in the wind, their breathing and mind involuntarily cald.
Even Yu Mingyue let down the defenses she had raised.
She imdiately turned her head.
There, she saw a tall, elegant figure approaching like a drifting white cloud. His familiar, extraordinarily handso face bore an unchanging smile, yet upon noticing the confronting parties, a mont of stillness crossed his expression.
Yu Mingyue’s eyes lit up, and she promptly exclaid, "He Xin, you’re here!"
He Xin was the courtesy na of Yu Wenqian.
This gentle call, combined with her voice, cleared the stillness in Yu Wenqian’s eyes, as he ultimately ca to a stop by her side.
Thus, the few individuals present on this narrow street naturally divided into two opposing lines. Though they only stood without moving, there was a montary illusion of confrontation.
Shen Wuzheng’s gaze imdiately deepened.
At this mont, however, no one spoke, as if opening their mouths would unleash sothing unexpected and terrifying.
Instantly, the entire long street was enveloped in an indescribable silence, even the breeze brought by Yu Wenqian had paused.
But eventually, he spoke first.
He glanced at Yu Mingyue next to him, then looked across and spoke softly, "You have already t..."
"..."
Although these words were directed at them, for so reason, Shang Ruyi couldn’t shake off the feeling he was speaking to her, a misconception of sorts.
It should be a misconception...
For Yu Wenye promptly said, "It appears, elder brother and this—Miss Yu, are also old acquaintances."
Yu Wenqian’s gaze flickered montarily before he looked at him, then glanced at Yu Mingyue. Her cold and sharp eyes had turned gentle and tender, void of the prior combative and aggressive aura towards him. Yu Wenqian remained silent montarily before curving his lips into a subtle smile, saying, "One could say."
"One could say,"
Yu Wenye regarded him, "Then—"
But before he could finish, a column of soldiers appeared, marching neatly towards them from the front. Leading them was a familiar figure who, upon reaching them, saluted formally, "Elder Young Master, Second Young Master, Young Madam."
"Uncle Xue?"
"Why are you here?"
The newcor was none other than Xue Daotong, Yu Wenquan’s long-term follower!
He seed well-prepared, walking directly to the center of the two opposing sides, glancing at Yu Wenye, then Yu Wenqian, and finally resting his gaze on Yu Mingyue beside Yu Wenqian.
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