Qin Yun, one of the female leads, was a runaway princess of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty.
Her storyline could be summarized in just a few words: Where’s Daddy?
During her quest to find her father, she repeatedly caused the deaths of her teammates, one after another.
Even the male lead, Ye Feng, suffered greatly because of Qin Yun, offending numerous powerful enemies and barely escaping with his life countless times.
Most critically, among the numerous princes under the Great Qin Emperor Qin Ye, there was one ruthless individual ranked among the top three villains— The Third Prince, Qin Wushuang!
In the original novel, Qin Wushuang had thoroughly mastered the Thirty-Six Stratagems, combining the “Bitter Sacrifice” and “Divide and Conquer” tactics.
Ultimately, the Son of Destiny, Ye Feng, incurred Qin Yun’s wrath simply by accidentally stepping on a cockroach named Xiao Qiang, a pet of Qin Wushuang’s.
Qin Yun severed ties with Ye Feng without hesitation, disregarding all the hardships he had endured while helping her search for her father.
She even attacked him directly, showing no mercy.
When Ye Feng had first encountered Qin Yun’s storyline, he had immediately skipped it.
Who could tolerate such a thankless wretch?
“Young Master, the Patriarch must be furious too, right?” Qin Yun murmured, seeing Ye Feng’s furrowed brow and assuming he was blaming himself for shaming the Ye Clan with the annulled engagement.
“Though the Patriarch isn’t Young Master’s blood relative, he treats you as his own son.” “Unlike me, who doesn’t even know who my real father is!” In the past, whenever Qin Yun said these things, Ye Feng would gently comfort her while using the Ye Clan’s resources to investigate her origins.
Moreover, Ye Feng, who also didn’t know his own background, would empathize with her and often give her small gifts.
Staring at this melodramatic, ingrateful female lead, Ye Feng’s eyes flickered, and he immediately came up with a plan.
“Shut your mouth!” Ye Feng pointed a finger at Qin Yun and roared.
“A mere servant dares to discuss clan matters!” “Get out of the Ye Clan!
I never want to see you again!” Watching Ye Feng’s face contorted with fury, Qin Yun was stunned.
She now suspected she might have woken up too suddenly and wasn’t fully awake yet.
Could this still be the resolute and kind young master?
After such a brief separation, how could he have changed so completely?
“Young Master, are you sure?” Qin Yun’s expression darkened as she glared coldly at Ye Feng.
In the past, she would have been terrified, kneeling and begging for mercy.
But yesterday, a dashing young man had found her, claiming to be her third elder brother.
And she, it turned out, was the Ninth Princess of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty!
Most importantly, the man accompanying him was none other than the Prefecture Governor of Wulian Prefecture— Wu Bailie!
Such lofty figures Qin Yun had only ever glimpsed from afar during major festivals of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty.
Yet this young man, who claimed to be her third elder brother, treated him with obsequious respect, like a pampered lapdog.
Qin Yun surmised that the man was likely telling the truth.
If his words held weight, her true status far surpassed that of Ye Feng, the young master of the Ye Clan.
However, Qin Yun never anticipated that Ye Feng would greet her with icy words: “Get out now, or I’ll have the guards throw you out!” “Qin Yun, a girl should have some self-respect!” Qin Yun’s expression darkened.
Seeing Ye Feng’s grim demeanor, she said nothing more, resolutely turned, and strode toward the gate.
Three minutes later, after leaving the Ye Clan estate, a cold wind swept through her, causing her to shiver and snap out of her daze.
“Ye Feng, who always treated me so kindly…
what’s gotten into him today?” After pondering for a moment, Qin Yun sensed something was amiss.
“Could it be that by breaking off the engagement, Ye Feng offended the Moon Shadow Sect and is deliberately acting angry to drive me away?” “In truth, he’s trying to protect me!” The more Qin Yun thought about it, the more convinced she became.
All traces of resentment vanished.
“Ye Feng, wait for me.
I’ll grow stronger.
From now on, no power in this world will ever separate us again!” Having spoken, Qin Yun’s gaze hardened as she turned and strode away from the Ye Clan’s gate, heading into the distance.
If her identity as a princess of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty was genuine, then the Moon Shadow Sect would no longer stand as an obstacle between her and Ye Feng!
No sooner had Qin Yun departed than a System notification chimed in Ye Feng’s ear.
Ding!
Congratulations, Player!
You have successfully coasted, earning 100 Salted Fish Points.
Ye Feng’s heart leaped with joy.
He had never expected that simply avoiding involvement in Qin Yun’s troubles would unexpectedly earn him 100 Salted Fish Points.
He promptly dismissed all the servants from the courtyard.
Then, spending 10 Salted Fish Points, Ye Feng purchased a burger and fried chicken meal.
Retrieving a bottle of Happy Water from his System storage, he began to feast heartily.
After eating and drinking his fill, Ye Feng glanced at the wooden bed in the small building, shook his head, and immediately spent 5 Salted Fish Points to exchange it for a Mengsi Deluxe Soft Bed.
What was the point of earning Salted Fish Points if he didn’t indulge himself?
Moments later, Ye Feng’s snores echoed through the small building.
“How did it go?” In the Ye Clan’s study, Ye Nanshan’s stern gaze fell upon a figure standing below him as he asked.
“What was that brat’s reaction after he got back?” If Ye Feng were here, he would have immediately recognized the gaunt, monkey-faced middle-aged man standing below as one of the servants from his courtyard—Laifu.
“Reporting to the patriarch, after returning, the young master locked the courtyard gates, forbidding us entry.
He even skipped dinner!” Laifu reported meticulously, not daring to omit a single detail.
“However, while standing outside the courtyard, I heard muffled thunder-like sounds coming from within.” Hearing Laifu’s words, Ye Nanshan’s eyes lit up, his conviction hardening that Ye Feng was taking this opportunity with Elder Liuli’s arrival very seriously.
“That little rascal—still trying to distance himself from me?
Pretending to be nonchalant on the surface, while secretly cultivating forbidden arts behind my back, plotting to make a stunning debut tomorrow?” Ye Nanshan, feeling he had seen through everything, waved his hand dismissively and instructed Laifu, “If Ye Feng makes any unusual movements, report to me immediately!” Laifu hurriedly nodded and bowed, pledging to obey.
***** The next day, the entire Ye Clan was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, bustling with a festive atmosphere akin to the Lunar New Year.
The reason, of course, was the imminent arrival of Elder Liuli from the Moon Shadow Sect.
All the prominent families in the vicinity, both large and small, dispatched their strongest members along with their younger generations to pay their respects.
After all, if any of these youths caught Elder Liuli’s eye—even if they only became a menial disciple of the Moon Shadow Sect—it would be a meteoric rise, bringing glory to their families.
Today, the Ye Clan was exceptionally lively, with a constant flow of people.
Ye Nanshan wore a beaming smile on the surface, extending boundless hospitality to all the guests.
Yet inwardly, he felt nothing but disgust.
To secure Elder Liuli’s presence, the Ye Clan had sacrificed their ancestral treasure, the Nirvana Pill.
Yet these families, stingy as ever, dared to join the festivities without contributing a single thing.
How could Ye Nanshan possibly be pleased?
In fact, he had already resolved to drive away all these young upstarts the moment Elder Liuli arrived.
“Elder Liuli has arrived!” At that moment, a resonant shout rang out.
Ye Nanshan, not daring to show disrespect, immediately led the assembled guests to the Ye Clan’s main gate, where they waited reverently.
As his gaze swept over the young geniuses present, Ye Nanshan’s brow furrowed.
He turned to the Ye Clan members behind him and demanded: “Where’s Ye Feng?”