Zither Emperor Chapter 199 Chapter 56 My Appearance Belongs to You Part 1_1

199: Chapter 56 My Appearance Belongs to You (Part 1)_1 199: Chapter 56 My Appearance Belongs to You (Part 1)_1 The other students were pletely dumbfounded; if Nina was Silvio’s sister, they might have accepted it.

But for the mighty Emperor of the Empire to personally wele and cleanse Ye Yinzhu, a mere Divine Music Department student and a small Viscount – this was simply beyond their prehension.

Silvio apparently had no way to deal with his own sister, and said with resignation, “All right, let’s not discuss this.

Today is about weling Yin Zhu.

This meal can be my treat, pity my small treasury, which is going to shrink again.

Can I get a discount?”

Nina revealed a hint of a smile, “You, as the ruler of a nation, still have the cheek to ask for a discount!

If you’re inviting, you should do it with sincerity.”

Silvio turned to everyone and said, “e on, everyone please be seated.

No need to be formal.”

Only then did each person take their seat, glad that they had already eaten most of their meal; otherwise, how could they manage to eat with the Emperor of the Empire present?

With a sigh, Silvio said, “Yin Zhu, regarding what happened this time, Uncle must apologize to you.

For the sake of the Empire, you have endured great hardship, and Uncle will certainly pensate you.

Is there anything you need?

As long as it’s within my ability to fulfill.”

Ye Yinzhu was startled by Silvio’s words, which he uttered in front of so many people and could not retract.

He would have been lying if he said he was not moved.

Yet, he also vaguely understood that this was a monarch’s political strategy, but despite this, for the Emperor of the foremost Empire on the Ryuzakinus Continent to go this far was already extremely difficult.

“Uncle Silvio, I don’t need anything.

Since the matter is already resolved, let’s just let it go.”

Silvio said with some pain, “As an Emperor, not being able to protect one’s citizens is the most painful thing.” At this point, he lowered his voice to a whisper, so that only Ye Yinzhu could hear, “Nonetheless, this affair remains a secret of the Empire, and Uncle cannot further reward you, as it would face objection from all the ministers.

But this matter, Uncle will always keep in heart.

No matter what you need in the future, Uncle can satisfy one request for you.

You are still young, don’t rush to state your conditions.

This is what the Empire owes you.”

In fact, not long after Ye Yinzhu left Silver Dragon City, Silvio had already received the news.

He not only knew about Ye Yinzhu’s safe return but also about him being a Foreign Silver Dragon.

Of course, he understood what a Foreign Silver Dragon meant to a Mage.

Although Xi Duofu, out of his obligation to the Dragon Clan, couldn’t tell him everything that happened in the Dragon Domain, Silvio could judge from Xi Duofu’s tone and expressions that being a Foreign Silver Dragon was definitely not an easy feat.

The person Silvio admired most was actually his sister.

Whether it was the far-sighted investment in Jinse (Gold) or her advice to him regarding Yin Zhu this time.

Ye Yinzhu wasn’t yet seventeen years old—who could imagine what kind of Mage he would bee by the age of twenty-seven?

The Milan Empire did not lack armies or money, but what it lacked most was a peerless powerhouse.

Although Xi Duofu was powerful and there were quite a few Zi-rank Experts, pared to Faran, they were still far, far behind.

The alliance with Silver Dragon City couldn’t bridge this gap.

If he could cultivate a peerless powerhouse of his own who could even reach the heights of the Master of Faran’s Seventh Tower, then everything was possible.

As a monarch of grand vision and strategy, what Silvio hoped most was that one day the cavalry of the Milan Empire would tread across every corner of the Ryuzakinus Continent.

With Silvio joining, the dinner became much more reserved.

Silvio did not linger for long, only having a brief conversation with Ye Yinzhu to fully express his apologies and goodwill before leaving with Xi Duofu.

Of course, he paid for the meal, and Nina certainly wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to squeeze a little extra from her brother.

When Xi Duofu left, he made a point of looking at Ye Yinzhu and nodded at him.

From his usually stern face, Ye Yinzhu saw an approving expression.

Perhaps because they were both Foreign Silver Dragons, Yin Zhu distinctly felt that the Marshal seemed to have bee much more approachable.

Although Ye Yinzhu was somewhat moved by Silvio’s kindness, he also thought that if the Dragon Clan ever discovered all that he had done in the Dragon Domain, then perhaps Silvio would be the first to abandon him.

At that moment, he finally understood the saying from the books that in politics, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests.

After dinner ended, under Nina’s lead, the girls of the Divine Music Department filed out of the Divine Music Hall.

According to Nina, the girl who played the zither was also a former student of the Divine Music Department; in fact, she was a Senior Sister of Ye Yinzhu’s.

But due to her limited talent, she was merely of Orange-rank caliber now.

“Yin Zhu, can you wait a moment?” Just as Ye Yinzhu was about to leave with the others, Haiyang suddenly called out to him.

Ye Yinzhu was stunned and turned back to look at Haiyang, “Senior Sister, is there something else?”

Haiyang bit her lower lip softly and said in a low voice, “I have something I want to discuss with you privately.”

Xiang Luan smiled encouragingly at Haiyang and wheeled the nearby Sura out of the room.

Sura seemed to have realized something; her body became noticeably stiff, but she did not show much in her subdued expression.

She just walked out with her head down, not even giving a second glance to Ye Yinzhu.

With the door closed, only Haiyang and Ye Yinzhu were left in the Divine Music Hall.

Both standing, Ye Yinzhu became even more aware of the incredible attraction exuded by Haiyang.

The fresh scent was distinctly not from any perfume, but entirely from the girl herself.

Particularly, her classical elegance was giving him a strong impact.

Seemingly gathering courage, Haiyang stopped just a foot away from Ye Yinzhu.

The two faced each other, and those once clear eyes now held plex expressions.

Ye Yinzhu appeared more frantic in his eyes under these circumstances, while Haiyang’s eyes were filled with plicated emotions.

“Senior Sister, I actually wanted to ask you something as well,” Ye Yinzhu said, breaking the awkward tension first.

Haiyang asked softly, “What do you want to ask?”

Ye Yinzhu said, “Your face, I mean, has your face healed?

Did I fail?”

Haiyang looked into his eyes, filled with concern and anxiety, and her large black eyes suddenly became moist.

Seeing Haiyang was about to cry, Ye Yinzhu immediately lost all his ideas and hurriedly said, “Senior Sister, you, you don’t cry!

Let me have a look quickly.

Perhaps there’s another way.”

Haiyang still didn’t speak, but she lifted her spring onion-like delicate little hand and slowly pulled down the white veil covering her face.

As the veil slowly glided down, her fair and delicate skin began to reveal itself, bit by bit, before Ye Yinzhu’s eyes.

That instant…

That very moment…

Ye Yinzhu had pletely lost the ability to think.

His gaze solidified, and his hand, raised in concern, stopped mid-air.

It was as if every element in the air had ceased its vibration.

His brain had temporarily stopped functioning, his breathing momentarily gave up the act of inhaling,

In that moment, he simply couldn’t find the words to describe everything he was seeing.

And all these changes happened just for the stunning beauty before him.

Skin as clear as ice and snow, bones as delicate as jade, skin like creamy white crystal, devoid of even the slightest flaw.

Black eyes misty with tears, a delicately proud nose, tender and moist cherry lips, a gorgeous face that was even more beautiful than Xiang Luan by half, like a goddess who did not partake in the mortal world’s affairs.

Indeed, against the backdrop of her blue wavy long dress, she was the sea’s very own goddess.

Haiyang, Haiyang, this is the true Haiyang!

This is the face that truly matches all of her!

It was as if he was reminded again of the last treatment, where he had glimpsed her slenderness and plumpness, a satisfaction beyond words filling every corner of his heart.

Haiyang, the Creator’s most beautiful masterpiece, had finally returned to normal under the effect of the Zi Zhu Magic Needle.

All that had been lost for over a decade had finally returned.

She stood there, one foot away, elegant, noble, and gracefully striking.

Her breath, which exuded the fragrance of orchids, seemed a bit rapid.

How wonderful it was!

Praise Falan, praise all the deities worth praising, this was perfection.

The chill was gone, and her delicate face, like creamy gel, was tinged with a faint blush.

Her misty black eyes reflected his own features.

She was looking at me, and why did her gaze make me feel such a burning sensation?

From cold to burning hot, those pletely opposite extremes of ice and fire made all of Haiyang’s aspects even more diverse.

“Do you remember the first thing you said to me when we met?” Haiyang said softly.

Ye Yinzhu’s eyes were full of admiration and excitement, and he was so overwhelmed that he could hardly speak.

“You said, ‘It’s as pure as jade splashing and quivering like the roar of a dragon—what a wonderful ‘A Touch of Ghost.’ Later, you performed a duet with me.

Before I met you, I never thought that a boy would choose to be a Divine Music Master.

But later, I understood how outstanding you really are.

You showed me how powerful a Divine Music Master could be, how beautiful the melody of music could turn out.”

“The first time you saw my face, you showed neither disgust nor contempt, nor did you shun me like venomous snakes or scorpions.

I could see the pity in your eyes.

But do you know?

I didn’t want to accept that pity at that time.

My dignity wouldn’t allow me to be pitied by anyone.”

“No, Senior Sister, that’s not what I meant,” Ye Yinzhu finally found his words, defending himself anxiously.

“Don’t call me Senior Sister, call me Haiyang.” The mist in her black eyes condensed into droplets and quietly slid down, causing the crystal-clear Water Element to splash on her chest.

“Hai…, Haiyang,” Ye Yinzhu suddenly felt tongue-tied.

He wanted to explain something but found himself at a loss for words.

(To be continued.

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