Subsequently, Mu Nianci quickly walked to the sedan chair, lifted the curtain, and revealed the figure inside.
She was stunned.
Inside the sedan chair sat a very beautiful woman, whose temperament and appearance were unlike anything Mu Nianci had ever seen.
"So beautiful!"
Suddenly, only this thought remained in Mu Nianci's mind.
What was the relationship between such a beautiful woman and her father? Why did her father insist on seeing her appearance?
Mu Nianci turned to look at Yang Tiexin.
Yang Tiexin strained his neck, trying to clearly see the face of the person inside the sedan chair.
It was a face almost identical to 18 years ago, as if time had never left a mark on her.
Yang Tiexin gazed in a daze, tears unconsciously streaming down his face.
"Xiruo..."
The Middle-aged Man, weathered by hardship, spoke in a very low voice, perhaps due to his severe injuries and lack of strength, or perhaps out of self-consciousness, not daring to loudly call out the other's name.
Bao Xiruo was dressed in luxurious and elegant clothes, her complexion and appearance like a young woman in her twenties, indicating that she was living very well now.
In a trance, Yang Tiexin suddenly thought that the current Bao Xiruo was the princess in the Jin's mouths.
"She's a princess, how could she be a princess?"
Yang Tiexin murmured to himself, utterly distraught, as if all his spirit had been drained away.
After the curtain was completely lifted, Bao Xiruo saw all the surrounding Jin lying on the ground, and then saw her son being restrained, immediately turning pale with fright.
Although fearful, a mother's instinct still made Bao Xiruo tremblingly step out of the sedan chair.
Bao Xiruo softly said, "My son was ill-mannered and offended you, Sir. Please be magnanimous, Sir, and do not harm my son. I apologize to you on his behalf."
Seeing his mother bow and apologize for him ignited a surge of anger in Wan Yan Kang's heart.
He found courage from somewhere and roared at Chu Yang, "Villain, if you have the guts, kill me! If I die here today, you won't be able to leave Yanjing City."
"So you're tough now?" Chu Yang sneered, lightly stomping his foot. The stone slab beneath him instantly cracked, and the ground caved in three feet out of nowhere.
Wan Yan Kang gasped, and reason immediately triumphed over anger again. He lowered his head and sincerely said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
"Tsk tsk." Chu Yang looked at him with disdain, then released his wrist and pointed at Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziweng, saying, "Aren't you going back to Zhao Wang Residence? Now that these two can't move, you can go back."
Wan Yan Kang's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and disbelief.
Chu Yang pointed at Bao Xiruo and said, "However, as a substitute, she has to stay."
Wan Yan Kang's face turned ashen.
Chu Yang patted his shoulder and said meaningfully, "I see your facial features are pale and your crown is black, which is the face of a lonely star..."
Wan Yan Kang gritted his teeth and said, "Your Excellency, rest assured, I will definitely bring your friend back unharmed."
Chu Yang smiled, "You've made similar promises twice already. Remember, third time's the charm."
Wan Yan Kang nodded, turned, whispered a few words into Bao Xiruo's ear, and then left.
It wasn't until Wan Yan Kang was out of sight that Bao Xiruo began to secretly size up the scholar-dressed man before her.
She suddenly realized that what Chu Yang said might be true.
The current Zhao Wang Residence was a chaotic mix, gathering many martial arts practitioners, and perhaps someone really did take his friend away...
But why would such a powerful master be friends with a beggar?
Bao Xiruo frowned tightly, unable to figure it out.
She didn't notice Yang Tiexin still gazing at her adoringly from the side.
Chu Yang glanced at Yang Tiexin, secretly shaking his head. This person seemed to have a problem with his mind; his wife, who had been lost for eighteen years, was right in front of him, yet he didn't say a single word.
He had originally thought Yang Tiexin would recognize his wife immediately, but it seemed this fellow was a bit insecure and didn't dare to go up and acknowledge her.
"This spirit is far inferior to Wan Yan Honglie's. It's also fortunate that Bao Xiruo values emotion and righteousness, otherwise she would have kicked you out long ago."
Chu Yang sighed helplessly.
Mu Nianci noticed Yang Tiexin's abnormality.
She could almost certainly say that there was some kind of relationship between the two of them.
Seeing her father's timidity, Mu Nianci had no choice but to gather her courage and walk up to Bao Xiruo, asking, "Are you the princess?"
Bao Xiruo looked at the young girl who had pulled her out of the sedan chair and nodded.
Mu Nianci then said, "My father seems to know you."
Bao Xiruo asked curiously, "Who is your esteemed father?"
Mu Nianci pointed to Yang Tiexin not far away, and Bao Xiruo looked in the direction she was pointing.
A Middle-aged Man with a sorrowful and weathered face came into view. Bao Xiruo looked for a moment, then shook her head, "I don't know your esteemed father. It must be a mistake."
Her voice was soft, but to Yang Tiexin's ears, it was like a clap of thunder, and everything before him seemed to spin.
Mu Nianci also hadn't expected such an answer and instantly became flustered.
Chu Yang couldn't bear to watch any longer. He walked directly up to Bao Xiruo and said, "That man's surname is Yang, and his given name is Tiexin. You should know him."
Upon hearing the three words Yang Tiexin, Bao Xiruo's body trembled violently!
She turned to look at the very unfamiliar Middle-aged Man; that face was far from the Yang Tiexin in her memory, even completely unrelated, one might say.
"Impossible, Iron Brother died long ago..."
Recalling her husband, Bao Xiruo's emotions became very agitated. Her voice was resolute because for eighteen years, she had always believed this.
Yang Tiexin was dead!
However, Chu Yang only asked one more question, and it directly shattered her psychological defense.
"You say Yang Tiexin is dead, but have you ever seen Yang Tiexin's corpse?"
The faint words fell into Bao Xiruo's heart, no different from a thunderclap out of nowhere.
"I haven't seen Iron Brother's remains, but..."
Bao Xiruo stopped speaking at this point. She slowly raised her head and looked at the Middle-aged Man.
At this moment, Yang Tiexin was also looking at her with deep affection.
After Chu Yang unexpectedly broke through that barrier, he no longer dodged.
Although one's appearance may change due to years and hardship.
However, the look in one's eyes when loving someone will not change.
Upon feeling Yang Tiexin's gaze, Bao Xiruo's heart was completely shaken. She asked with a trembling voice, "Are you really Iron Brother?"
Yang Tiexin struggled on the ground, trying to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey.
Seeing this, Mu Nianci quickly walked to her father's side and helped him up.
Yang Tiexin took a few ragged breaths and said, "Nianci, help me pick up the spear."
Mu Nianci obediently picked up the spear and handed it to her father.
The spear, which usually felt like an extension of his arm, became incredibly heavy in the hands of Yang Tiexin, who had lost too much blood.
He wanted to perform the Yang Family Spear, but as soon as he performed an opening move, the entire spear flew out of his hand, landing on the ground with a clang. Yang Tiexin felt his vision go black, his head spin, and he couldn't even stand steady.
Mu Nianci quickly stepped forward to support him.
Seeing this, Bao Xiruo felt an inexplicable pang of heartache, and a worried expression appeared on her face.
Chu Yang knew that Yang Tiexin had sustained such severe injuries due to his previous battle with Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziweng.
Liang Ziweng's martial arts were not weak; at least, Guo Jing, before learning Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, plus Huang Rong, couldn't defeat him. Lingzhi Shangren's strength was even above Liang Ziweng's.
To have persevered until now in a fight against these two could be considered a burst of Yang Tiexin's potential.
Chu Yang walked to Yang Tiexin's side, placed his hand on the other's shoulder, and then transferred some life energy into his body.
Having served as a "support" in many worlds, Chu Yang was adept at this.
As a warm current surged into his body, Yang Tiexin's pain immediately alleviated by more than half, and his expression also relaxed significantly.
Seconds later, Yang Tiexin's physical condition immediately improved. His pale complexion gradually turned rosy, indicating that the lost blood had been replenished.
Although the symptoms of the old injuries he had sustained previously were still present, he was much more energized, even better than before he was injured.
Mu Nianci watched her father's face improve little by little right beside him, and she was so excited that she couldn't speak.
Feeling completely at ease, Yang Tiexin looked at Chu Yang with a complex expression. This young scholar in front of him could not only instantly tell his identity but also possessed mysterious methods. He could not possibly be an ordinary person!
A fleeting thought passed through his mind. Yang Tiexin cupped his hands towards Chu Yang and gratefully said, "Thank you, Sir, for saving my life. Mu... Yang Tiexin will never forget this kindness. May I ask your esteemed name, Sir?"
"Chu Yang." After replying, Chu Yang reminded him, "You still have something left undone."
"Mr. Chu, please wait a moment. After Yang has fulfilled his wish, I will come and speak with you again." With that, Yang Tiexin, carrying his long spear, walked towards Bao Xiruo.
The cold wind howled.
Yang Tiexin gave Bao Xiruo a deep, affectionate look, then began to perform the Yang Family Spear. The moves were grand and sweeping, possessing the momentum to clear a thousand armies.
This spear technique was so familiar in Bao Xiruo's eyes.
Eighteen years ago, she saw her husband practice the same spear technique almost every day.
Memories, like a tide, surged forth, instantly engulfing Bao Xiruo. Her tears could no longer be held back, gushing out of her eyes.
She could finally confirm that the Middle-aged Man who felt unfamiliar to her was indeed her husband, Yang Tiexin, whom she had longed for day and night!
"Iron Brother!!!"
Her soft, gentle voice, at this moment, was choked with sobs, echoing in Yang Tiexin's ears, making him unable to hold the long spear in his hand any longer.
The two, reunited after a long separation, embraced tightly, recounting their respective experiences over the years.
The scene was touching, but it still made Chu Yang feel a bit awkward. He touched his nose and turned his head, only to see Mu Nianci looking wide-eyed and dazed.
The impact of this scene was too strong, astonishing the child, as the person embracing her father at that moment was the princess.
Chu Yang found the girl quite cute and couldn't help but want to tease her, so he shook his head with a critical tone, saying, "Senior Yang truly lives up to his reputation as a man of passion. He embraces as he pleases, and he's even embracing someone else's wife! Impressive!"