Chapter 75: Royal Family, Your Highness?
The soldier rode away on his horse, his straw hat blown off by the last gust of wind and waves.
Looking at his "heart blood" flowing all over the ground, Old Green's eyes dimmed. He cleaned up the mess without saying a word. Without complaint or curse, he picked up the broken watermelons one by one.
The old man's hunched figure looked far too lonely—silent and depressed, like an active volcano just waiting.
Su Ye walked over and helped repair the damaged wooden stall. Soon, the stall was filled with whole watermelons again.
Holding a broken melon in his arms, Old Green stared at the dust on the exposed pulp, stunned for a moment. Then, he shook his head and laughed in relief.
"Hey, those naughty kids in the village are lucky—they'll get a good meal today.
Those rascals think about my melons all day long. Well, today I'll bring them home.
Guess I'll be generous for once, let them eat well. Better than wasting them."
As he spoke, the old man carefully patted the dust off the melon, even scraping the dirt off the pulp with a knife.
Though his words were light, the heaviness in his eyes felt like he was cutting into flesh. The smile stayed only on the surface—his cheeks moved with stiff, restrained muscles.
The soldiers… oppressed the people?
This kind of thing wasn't familiar to Su Ye, but he understood: these were two different worlds. The difference in their times made Su Ye feel suffocated—furious, even.
The scum who bullied the weak got to live carefree lives, while those who toiled every day had to smile in submission?
Intolerable. Absolutely intolerable.
What pained Su Ye even more was the old man's attitude. He acted as though he was used to it, as though showing resentment was too dangerous.
This—this kind of thing seemed normal.
He opened his mouth, voice full of anger. "Old man, are they from Wanchuan City?"
Old Green's face changed slightly. He became guarded and shook his head without another word.
"Oh, who knows where they came from? You'll always run into unreasonable people by the roadside. You can't fight them—it's not worth doing something foolish."
"Come now, eat some melon. I've got bad teeth, can only taste these melons and grapes…"
"You're lucky too. Eat as much as you want. I won't charge you today."
Su Ye made an excuse to leave—he had no appetite. Although Old Green had refused payment because Su Ye helped him, Su Ye secretly left a gold coin under the old man's straw hat.
Then he followed the direction the soldier had left, his face cold.
Not long after, a large knight squad came into view—just outside the woods.
There were at least a thousand armored soldiers guarding something, with patrols around the perimeter, all highly vigilant.
From his position, Su Ye spotted a luxurious carriage. The soldiers near it wore silver armor, more refined, with a faint golden glow. The cold, murderous aura in their eyes marked them as elite.
"A royal?" Su Ye sneered inwardly. No wonder those soldiers were so bold. Backed by someone powerful.
Golden armor was typically the mark of a monarch's knight corps—used to protect VIPs.
Honorable? Above others?
Su Ye had no such words in his dictionary.
People who do wrong should be punished—no matter where they come from.
He had worked hard to grow stronger. And when the time came, he would act.
He wouldn't stand for injustice.
His expression stiff and cold, Su Ye walked forward. No disguises. No hesitation.
The melon farmer was far away—no danger to him from what came next.
"Who?!"
Noticing someone approach, a patrolling sergeant immediately raised the alarm.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Spears in hand, several soldiers rushed over.
"Stop! This area is restricted. Come any closer, and we'll kill you!"
A row of spears locked into formation, sharp tips gleaming. The outer soldiers blocked Su Ye's path.
The entire camp mobilized, reacting instantly and seriously—even if Su Ye's strength seemed low.
Then a voice boomed like a lion's roar from above.
"Kid, this is no place for you!"
Bang!
A heavy thud landed. A towering man in general's armor appeared, golden hair like a leopard's mane, his figure burly and imposing.
His cold, emotionless eyes looked like a valley's sunless pool—chilling.
Crackle—
A flash of lightning.
Su Ye's figure vanished—he wasn't in the mood for nonsense today.
"Impossible—!"
The man's muscles went numb. His knees nearly gave out.
As the captain of the guard, Leighton was horrified. Reflected in the edge of his armor, he saw the boy already behind him.
He was a Soul Emperor… and didn't even react?
The next moment—clang!—he collapsed, lightning crackling across his armor.
Su Ye's cold voice echoed out:
"I'm only here to settle a score. Don't interfere."
"Damn it!"
Leighton gritted his teeth, forcing his numb body to move. He drew his sword and turned to strike.
In a flash, Su Ye pulled out a black sword.
Ka-ka—! Sparks flew.
Leighton's sword shattered, breaking clean in two, clanging to the ground.
Sweat formed on his forehead. Then—crack!—his breastplate split open, clothes underneath sliced clean.
That broken sword… had cracked his armor.
Before he could react further, pain struck like lightning, sending him flying like a cannonball.
"Enemy attack!!"
"Enemy attack!!"
Panic broke out. Soldiers formed a shield wall, locking tight around the carriage.
Swish! Swish!
Several hidden experts revealed themselves—guardians of the carriage. Soul energy flickered and glowed from their rings.
Two Soul Emperors. One old Soul Saint.
"Wait—!"
Just before battle could break out, a calm and gentle voice came from inside the carriage.
The Soul Saint paused immediately.
Shame flickered across the faces of all the soldiers—they had disturbed someone important.
The curtain slowly lifted. A refined man stepped out, holding a young girl's hand.
The man had red lips, white teeth, and wore a gorgeous robe. His face was fresh, his skin delicate—more than most men.
His aura was calm, graceful, like a jade-carrying gentleman. He didn't feel aloof, but capable and composed—someone used to being in control.
Next to him, the young girl—about thirteen—had smooth, jade-like skin and delicate features, like a carefully carved doll. A future beauty, clearly.
"Your Highness—!"
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