Ouyang Ke chuckled, "Huang Guniang, you exaggerate. I was only worried about you being in danger alone outside, which is why I resorted to this tactic and brought you to the Residence.
I believe Huang Island Master will understand my intentions."
"Don't worry, I have already written to my uncle. Before Huang Island Master finds you, my uncle Ouyang Feng will arrive here first to await Huang Island Master.
At that time, I will propose marriage to Huang Island Master."
"Bah!" Huang Rong wrinkled her nose, saying disdainfully, "You want me to marry you? Dream on!
When the time comes, I'll definitely have my father kill you."
Ouyang Ke no longer argued with Huang Rong; if it weren't for the Golden Silk Soft Armor she wore and his fear of offending Huang Yaoshi, he would have dealt with this little girl long ago.
Wan Yan Honglie heard their conversation.
He turned to Ouyang Ke, frowning, "This young lady's background seems quite unusual…"
Ouyang Ke cupped his hands and said, "Reporting to Your Highness, this Huang Guniang is the only daughter of Huang Yaoshi, the Island Master of Peach Blossom Island.
Her identity is indeed extraordinary."
Wan Yan Honglie did not speak but looked deeply at Ouyang Ke.
Ouyang Ke understood and smiled, "Your Highness need not worry about angering Huang Island Master.
My uncle is, after all, a Grandmaster on par with him, and if my proposal succeeds, the Zhao Wang Residence might even have two Grandmaster-level experts as guest ministers."
Wan Yan Honglie burst into laughter after hearing this.
"Then this Prince congratulates Young Master Ouyang in advance on achieving his desires."
The other experts looked at Ouyang Ke with envy; some people are born winners.
No matter the era, nothing beats having a good father!
Subsequently, with a command from Wan Yan Honglie, a large number of Jin soldiers began to gather outside the Zhao Wang Residence, and even the city guards of Yanjing City were mobilized by him.
In a flash, nearly ten thousand Jin soldiers had already formed ranks.
Upon seeing this, Wan Yan Kang wanted to say something, but when he saw the expression on Wan Yan Honglie's face, he knew that his royal father had already made up his mind.
Although Wan Yan Honglie treated Wan Yan Kang as his own son, he still couldn't quite believe that anyone in this world could easily defeat an army formation of nearly a thousand Jin soldiers.
Even a Grandmaster might not be that powerful.
Wan Yan Honglie felt that his son was scared out of his wits to be speaking such nonsense.
But no matter what, the other party should also be an expert with superb martial arts.
Given Wan Yan Honglie's character, it was best not to make an enemy if possible.
It's just that…
If these two people in front of him were not the ones the scholar was looking for, Wan Yan Honglie couldn't guarantee that the other party wouldn't vent their anger on the Zhao Wang Residence.
It was likely that an intense battle between the two sides would be unavoidable, so the necessary preparations still had to be made.
He wanted to see just how formidable that scholar, whom Wan Yan Kang spoke of so mysteriously, truly was.
Escorted by the mighty army, everyone immediately headed to Chu Yang's location.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong were surrounded by Jin soldiers.
Although they didn't know where they were going, neither dared to act rashly.
The annoyed Huang Rong glanced at the silly boy beside her, tilted her head, and whispered, "Hey, big guy, how did they catch you and bring you into the Zhao Wang Residence?"
Guo Jing grumbled, "They falsely accused me of murder."
Huang Rong immediately became interested, excitedly showing her two canine teeth, and asked:
"Murder? Who did you kill?"
"I didn't kill anyone." Guo Jing angrily recounted the entire story.
From his encounter with Hou Tonghai and the Huanghe Four Devils, their fierce battle, to accidentally involving Chu Yang, and Chu Yang killing Hou Tonghai and the others and framing him—he explained the entire process clearly.
Perhaps because he was so aggrieved, Guo Jing's dull mind seemed to light up.
He didn't stumble even once in the middle, speaking in one go.
After listening, Huang Rong's pretty little face wrinkled up; she thought this person was truly unlucky, but then, she also felt that those who are pitiable must have something hateful about them.
Huang Rong asked, "It's despicable that he framed you, but have you ever considered that if he truly were a defenseless ordinary person, wouldn't he have died long ago in the chaotic fight between you and your enemies?"
He was the one who implicated others first; the other party only killed Hou Tonghai and the others, but did not act ruthlessly towards him, which could already be considered clear in terms of grievances and favors.
Guo Jing lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.
Huang Rong found this silly boy quite interesting; he actually reflected on things.
If it were her, she would probably think that the person who got implicated was simply unlucky.
She patted Guo Jing's shoulder and said with a giggle, "We're in this together now, so we can at least be considered half-friends.
If I ever meet that guy in the future, I'll definitely help you kick his butt hard."
Huang Rong, with her skin like congealed cream and bright eyes and white teeth, smiled like a fairy stepping out of a painting, making him gaze at her in a daze without realizing it.
Guo Jing's gaze reminded Huang Rong of Ouyang Ke.
She frowned slightly, turned her head away, and no longer paid attention to him, then proceeded to admire the scenery along the street as if she wasn't being held captive at all.
Ouyang Ke, who was traveling with Wan Yan Honglie, noticed the two of them chatting and laughing, and the flames of jealousy instantly flared, his expression also becoming sinister.
Guo Jing looked displeasing to him no matter how he saw him.
As the large army passed through, the streets were deserted, and every household had their doors tightly shut.
The adults hid behind the doors, observing the Jin soldiers through the cracks.
The children were pulled into the inner rooms, their mouths tightly covered, not daring to make a sound.
Ancient soldiers and bandits were but a thought apart.
After passing through a few streets, everyone vaguely saw the martial arts competition stage for seeking a spouse.
At this moment, Guo Jing's emotions suddenly became agitated, because he saw a familiar figure—the very person who had caused him to suffer imprisonment.
He pointed at the figure ahead, turned to Huang Rong, and said, "Huang Guniang, that's the guy I was telling you about!"
Huang Rong stood on tiptoe to peer, and what came into view was the figure she had longed for day and night.
An incredible expression immediately appeared on her face.
Following that was uncontrollable joy, and as she recalled her recent experiences, her eyes gradually misted over.
Meanwhile, Guo Jing was still foolishly saying, "Huang Guniang, you just said you'd help me kick…"
Huang Rong suddenly turned her head, glaring fiercely at Guo Jing, startling him.
Then, without another word, she kicked Guo Jing in the butt.
"You shameless wretch, turning the tables on me!"
Guo Jing was kicked flying by Huang Rong, sitting on the ground with a blank look in his eyes.
He didn't understand; Huang Guniang had just said he was half a friend, so how did she change in the blink of an eye?
That kick actually landed on his own butt…
Guo Jing only felt wronged, wanting to cry but having no tears.
His masters were right; a woman's mind is indeed the most complicated thing in the world.
Seeing Guo Jing get kicked, Ouyang Ke, who had been jealous moments before, couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh loudly, "Huang Guniang, well kicked!
I also think this kid doesn't look like a good person."
Huang Rong sneered, "Just wait, you'll be the one getting kicked soon."
Ouyang Ke: "…"
Wan Yan Honglie looked around, searching for Bao Xiruo's figure.
The next second.
Wan Yan Honglie's eyes were bloodshot with rage.
He saw Bao Xiruo.
But she was intimately clinging to a Middle-aged Man, even using a silk handkerchief to wipe the dirt from the man's face.
Bao Xiruo's face was beaming with happiness, an expression Wan Yan Honglie had never seen in eighteen years.
The overly stimulating scene made Wan Yan Honglie tremble all over, nearly falling off his warhorse.
"Royal Father!"
Wan Yan Kang timely supported Wan Yan Honglie's arm.
"I'm fine."
Wan Yan Honglie took a deep breath, calming his emotions.
Wan Yan Kang looked at his father suspiciously, only to see his eyes bloodshot, like a man-eating wolf.
Wan Yan Kang was greatly startled.
"Little Prince, is that the Princess Consort?"
Ouyang Ke glanced from afar, saw the exact same scene, and pointed forward in shock.
Wan Yan Kang followed the direction Ouyang Ke pointed and immediately flew into a rage, "Damn dog thief, how dare you humiliate my mother like this!"
While cursing "Die, dog thief," he used his lightness skill to rush towards Yang Tiexin.
In his fury, Wan Yan Kang even ignored Chu Yang's presence.
Chu Yang silently extended a foot and tripped the charging Wan Yan Kang; the latter flew out, rolling and scrambling to fall in front of Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo.
He knelt on both knees.
His posture made one wonder if he was some good son paying respects to his father on his birthday.
Chu Yang nodded, "This young man is quite filial."
Yang Tiexin also had a flattered expression, quickly reaching out to help Wan Yan Kang up, muttering, "Although we haven't met for eighteen years, your filial piety truly comforts your father."
Wan Yan Kang was so enraged that his hair stood on end; he pulled out a dagger from his Pregnant and stabbed it towards Yang Tiexin's chest.
In a flash of lightning, Chu Yang used wandless magic, casting a Disarming Charm on the dagger in Wan Yan Kang's hand.
Immediately, the dagger suddenly flew from his hand and dropped to the ground nearby.
Wan Yan Kang looked at his empty hand, suddenly feeling a bit of existential doubt.
And Yang Tiexin, seeing his son actually trying to stab him, immediately said with anguish, "Kang'er, I am your father!"
Wan Yan Kang's veins bulged with anger as he cursed, "I am your grandfather!"
"Debating seniority?" Chu Yang turned to Mu Nianci, marveling, "Your family's generational ranks are quite messy…"
Mu Nianci: "…"
Bao Xiruo stepped forward and embraced Wan Yan Kang, saying tearfully, "Kang'er, he really is your father."
Upon hearing his mother say this herself, Wan Yan Kang was struck as if by lightning, completely frozen.
Seeing his wife and child, whom he had raised for eighteen years, about to put a bright green hat on his head, Wan Yan Honglie could no longer sit still.
He ordered a large number of Jin soldiers to surround Chu Yang and the others.
This interrupted what Bao Xiruo was about to say next.
Chu Yang looked at the surrounding Jin soldiers; this scene, which had occurred half an incense stick ago, was unusually familiar.
"Indeed, the only lesson humans can learn from history is that humans learn nothing from history."
Chu Yang shook his head helplessly.
Unlike Wan Yan Kang, Wan Yan Honglie did not rashly order the Jin soldiers to attack.
Instead, surrounded by a group of martial arts experts, he rode his horse to Chu Yang's front.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong were also brought along.
"Presumably, you are the expert Kang'er spoke of.
Today, I will give you face.
You threatened my wife and child, but I will not hold it against you.
The people you wanted, I have also brought to you.
I ask that you also give me some face."
Wan Yan Honglie rode his tall horse, speaking politely enough, but his voice was cold.
Ouyang Ke first pushed Guo Jing out of the crowd.