Chapter 83: Your Father Is Calling You Home!

Ye Yushu’s face had been swollen by Ye Kun’s blows; at this moment, his expression, twisted and wild, failed to convey any real emotion, and instead seemed rather comical.

Ye Ming and Dongmen Meng exchanged glances—so, it had come to this, just as they expected; today would not be so easily passed.

“Husband, I told you the Yan family couldn’t be trusted!” Dongmen Meng said irritably. You wanted to find Kun Kun a beautiful wife, and then went to provoke those people from Tai Jing.

Ye Ming sighed lightly, his face showing resignation. The little brother from years ago now wanted to climb above him!

“Kun Kun, Qin Qin, come here. This is now a matter for the adults.” Ye Ming’s usual frivolity vanished; his demeanor became sharp and commanding. Both brothers knew this change well—father was now serious.

“You little bastard, today your whole family will die!” Ye Yushu, unable to maintain any semblance of composure, roared at Ye Kun.

Ye Kun genuinely wanted to tear his mouth apart, but father was about to act…

Seeing Ye Kun step back, Ye Yushu grew even more arrogant: “Why are you running? Hit me! Come on, hit me again!”

Smack!

A figure dropped down, delivering a heavy slap to Ye Yushu’s face.

Ye Yushu was stunned, staring at the man before him in fear: “Father... I...”

“Shut up!” The man was none other than Ye Yushu’s father, Ye Yang, the second son of the Ye family.

His burly frame exuded a fierce aura; his piercing gaze seemed to see through everything. His delicate features did not match his imposing physique—a scholar’s face on a warrior’s body, an odd combination.

Ye Yang drew his sword and sheathed it at his waist, then turned to Ye Ming. “Brother, it’s been a long time.”

“Second Brother, it’s been a long time,” Ye Ming replied softly.

Ye Kun and Ye Qin had met many of their father’s old acquaintances these days—yesterday it was Fourth Uncle, today it was Second Uncle, surely there must be a First Uncle as well.

No sooner had Ye Ming finished speaking than a dozen figures descended, their presence fierce and chilling, radiating murderous intent.

Ye Ming immediately recognized the man leading them—it was Yan Muer’s father, Yan Chengtian!

There was no denying it: Yan Chengtian was a handsome man. Yan Muer’s beauty had surely inherited from him; his skin was so fair—compared to Ye Qin, there was simply no comparison.

Beside Yan Chengtian stood a meticulously dressed man, Dongfang Shuang’s uncle, Dongfang Kuo.

This man was slightly plump, his lavish golden robes showcasing the prestige of the Dongfang family. His folding fan bore his own name, a testament to his vanity.

Seeing his nephew passed out nearby, Dongfang Kuo said nothing—his lips even curled in a faint smile.

Behind them, warriors clad in golden armor stood, the atmosphere now suffocating.

The Ye, Yan, and Dongfang families from Tai Jing had all arrived in the small Taixi County. Though not the main strength of their clans, they could not be underestimated.

Especially Yan Chengtian’s arrival—it was his daughter’s wedding day, yet he hadn’t come early; instead, he brought people with him!

“Uncle Yan, Uncle Ye, Uncle Dongfang,” Tong Ge greeted them with cupped hands, suddenly realizing he had been played.

Yan Chengtian smiled at Tong Ge, “Thank you for your efforts. Leave the rest to Uncle Yan.”

Tong Ge said nothing, simply bowing and standing aside.

“Meng’er, it’s been a while,” Dongfang Kuo greeted Dongmen Meng, blatantly ignoring Ye Ming.

Clearly, he and Ye Ming had once been rivals in love.

Dongmen Meng replied coolly, “You’ve gained weight.”

“Accumulated longing,” Dongfang Kuo murmured, showing not the slightest regard for Ye Ming, and expressing his feelings for Dongmen Meng.

Ye Ming, hands behind his back, remarked, “Why haven’t you become ill from longing?”

“Ye Ming, today you injured someone, and still think you’re in the right? Such arrogance is a crime against the ruler! Look at my poor nephew—he’s still unconscious, clearly subjected to inhuman abuse by your family!” Dongfang Kuo barked sternly, intent on seeking justice for his nephew.

Tong Ge realized now—they wanted him to take a beating as an excuse.

It was bad enough to be toyed with by a woman, worse still to be manipulated by these elders.

Ye Ming ignored Dongfang Kuo—this man had opposed him since childhood. What truly piqued his curiosity was Yan Chengtian’s attitude.

“Brother Yan—no, I should say, in-law—why do you arrive only now? Today is your daughter’s wedding to my son,” Ye Ming was giving Yan Chengtian a chance: if he went along, things could be settled; but if he tried to step over him, the outcome would be uncertain.

Yan Chengtian smiled and replied calmly, “In-law is too much. Today I’ve come to take my daughter home.”

Ye Li was delighted to hear this: Fox spirit, your father is calling you home.

Yan Muer realized this must indeed be her father—was he just making things harder for her?

Ye Kun suddenly found Yan Muer rather pitiable, seemingly used by her own father.

“But isn’t she already home? Besides, didn’t we agree? Now you’re going back on your word—don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

“My daughter was willful, sneaking out and causing us much anxiety. I hope you understand.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Muer felt at ease and quickly said to Ye Kun, “Husband, for you, I snuck out of the house. Now you believe I am sincere, don’t you?”

Ye Kun had doubted her, but hearing this—was it true? Would a father lie about his own child?

Tong Ge cursed inwardly, Who would believe you? The news of Muer’s marriage came from you; otherwise, why would I have rushed in to snatch the bride!

Neither father nor daughter were trustworthy!

Ye Kun murmured, “Muer, you’ve really had a hard time.”

“As long as you believe in me, Husband, any grievance is worth it.”

Ye Li was indignant—were these people actors hired by Yan Muer? Did they think Ye Li couldn’t bring his own?

Ye Kun had relaxed his guard with Yan Muer; when it came to matters between men and women, he was still too naive.

Ye Ming had given up; it seemed Yan Chengtian was no longer the little brother who once orbited around him.

“Well then, since you wish to take Muer away, go ahead,” Ye Ming said quietly.

Ye Li liked hearing his father say this—now he was the real father.

“Father, how can you do this~” Yan Muer cried out in grievance, as if her father-in-law were pushing her away.

Yan Chengtian thought his daughter was calling him, “Muer, what’s wrong with Father?”

“Oh, not you, Father. Why am I, as daughter-in-law, being sent away for something I did wrong...”

Yan Chengtian was taken aback—what was his daughter thinking? Hadn’t she always been opposed? Was she angry with her father?