Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Ye Qing Luo took her gaze to Zi Ling.
She understood her Miss’ intentions. Quickly she assisted Ye Feng Yu to cross over the threshold of the doorway.
Second Madame’s upper eyelids raised in a stare as a few of the accomplices stood over to block Zi Ling’s way.
“Without Old Master’s permission, the Eighth Young Master shall remain kneeling in the Ancestral Hall!”
She snarled more than she spoke.
Didn’t Ye Qing Luo care for her brother?
It was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine and watched her loved ones suffer.
This was the taste of sweet revenge for hurting her daughters!
The more she thought about it, her cold fury that was burning with danger intensified.
With clenched fists, her gentle facial features revealed traces of murderous intent: “Escort the Eighth Young Master back to the ancestral hall!”
To break through from the group of women wasn’t going to be an easy job. After all one’s crippled and the other was injured.
All of a sudden, a silence force blasted out just when the servants were about to pull them apart.
The attendants were inexplicably beaten out.
Panic-stricken, she stepped back and gave a look of horror.
Second Madame always had an awkward identity.
She was a close relative of the Yuchi family.
This was also one of the reasons why Ye Qing Luo had to bear the grievances and grudges between the Yuchi and Three Springs Sect in the first place.
What could you expect from a close relative of the aristocratic family?
She clearly felt the gust of savage wave emitting from the young matriarch earlier.
That air wave was so powerful and tremulous, resulted those women struck to fly at once.
Yet Ye Qing Luo remained unmoved during the attack.
Just exactly how formidable was she?
The sight of her frightened Second Madame, as a strike of chill shot up her spine.
But how could she resign to bowing her head low towards her?
At this moment, suddenly a gentle merriment could be heard: “We are all a family, why bother to fight and hurt each other?”
Several people followed the source of the voice.
A young figure in a plain soft robe strides along as his folded fan swayed against his chest.
He was girdled with an olive-coloured band with python prints and a jade pendant dangled along.
He had the kind of face that stopped you in the tracks, strong and defined.
His eyes were warm and gentle as if it carried thousands of tenderness.
He was Ye Feng Ru, the second Young Master of the Ye family.
The name of this person flashed crossed Ye Qing Luo’s mind simultaneously.
He had certainly lived up to his name, looking like a refined and noble son from the influential.
“Second Young Master.”
Second Madame’s face darkened further.
The surrounding women and Zi Ling bowed their heads and greeted reverently: “Second Young Master.”
Ye Qing Luo raised her eyebrows as she took a detailed look at Ye Feng Ru.
The corner of her mouth evoked a smile that sparked her interest.
He might not be Ye Tian Guang’s sidekick and governed the Ye’s family business as well as Three Spring Sect’s matters in all directions.
But he was in charge of all the expenses of the entire Three Spring Sect.
It was equivalent to the Steward position of the household.
He appeared gentle like a rabbit but yet he seemed murky.
This man was definitely not as simple as he looked.
Ste…..ward?
And he had indeed done such a good job that everyone within the household showed him with great respect.
That is the considerable factor about him.
Second Madame turned around and faced him with a maligned look: “You came at the right time Second Young Master! Come and see for yourself!”
Before Ye Feng Ru could speak, she pre-emptively said:
“Old Master has given orders to keep the Eighth Young Master kneeling for a day and night. But the Seventh Young Missy barged in without permission, showing disrespect and is an insult to the ancestors despite trying to enlighten her with the teachings…. How are YOU going to deal with this matter?!”
