She gritted her teeth and cursed at Chu Yang, "Shameless scoundrel!"
At her curse, Huang Rong became displeased. The latter bared her small tiger teeth and said angrily, "Who are you cursing? Be careful, I'll sew your mouth shut!"
Mu Nianci snorted, not putting Huang Rong in her eyes.
Huang Rong narrowed her eyes, sizing up Mu Nianci.
The feud between the two seemed to have been forged at this moment.
On the other side.
Upon receiving Chu Yang's affirmative answer, Wan Yan Honglie immediately became overjoyed. He laughed loudly, "Mr. Chu is indeed a hero; a promise made is a promise kept."
Chu Yang nodded contentedly, then turned to Huang Rong and smiled, "Although this old geezer is a pervert, his judgment of people is not bad."
Wan Yan Honglie: "..."
Huang Rong whispered a reminder, "Don't forget his 'gold-rimmed chamber pot' experts."
Chu Yang immediately reined in his smile and shook his head, "Consider what I just said unsaid."
Wan Yan Honglie's mouth twitched, and his breathing became much more rapid.
If he didn't leave quickly, he would be angered to death by this man named Chu.
And that brat named Huang!
"Xiruo, quickly bring Kang'er back. I'll pretend today's events never happened!"
To win back his wife, the anxious Wan Yan Honglie spoke in an almost pleading tone.
But...
Bao Xiruo shook her head firmly.
At this moment, she still didn't know that the tragedy in Niujia Village eighteen years ago was orchestrated by Wan Yan Honglie, and she still felt a bit of guilt towards Wan Yan Honglie.
After all, for so many years, Wan Yan Honglie had doted on her immensely, never taking a concubine for eighteen years. Even knowing that Wan Yan Kang was not his biological son, he still treated him as his own, allowing him to enjoy all the riches and honor.
Whether materially or emotionally, Wan Yan Honglie had not let down the mother and son.
Therefore, Bao Xiruo's eyes were filled with apology. She slowly shook her head and said, "My Lord, you have always known that my heart longed for my husband who passed away eighteen years ago, which is why you built a Niujia Village for me in the vast princely manor."
"Now that I know my husband did not die, I must certainly leave with him. I hope my Lord can grant us, husband and wife, our wish."
Every word of Bao Xiruo's was like a knife, deeply piercing Wan Yan Honglie's heart.
Wan Yan Honglie's eyes widened in fury, "How can you be so certain he is your husband? Yang Tiexin died eighteen years ago!"
With a sorrowful expression, Bao Xiruo firmly said, "He is my husband; I recognize every part of him!"
Hearing this, Wan Yan Honglie, consumed by rage, actually spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward. Ouyang Ke, with quick eyes and hands, caught his back.
Chu Yang looked at Bao Xiruo and exclaimed, "She's a ruthless one."
At this moment, the dazed Wan Yan Kang finally recovered, stood up, grabbed Bao Xiruo's arm, and said in a deep voice, "I am the Little Prince of Jin, my father is Prince Zhao Wan Yan Honglie. I don't know any Yang Tiexin, nor am I called Yang Kang."
His tone grew colder, "Mother, you must have been deceived by this person. How could someone who died eighteen years ago appear safe and sound now?"
Bao Xiruo looked at her son in disbelief. At this moment, Wan Yan Kang seemed so unfamiliar in her eyes.
Wan Yan Kang continued to babble, not noticing his mother's expression at all.
Until a loud slap landed on his face.
Slap!!!
Wan Yan Kang covered his face, looking at his mother in shock. In eighteen years, his mother had never struck him so hard.
Yang Tiexin and Wan Yan Honglie were equally shocked. They both understood Bao Xiruo's character; she would never act this way unless she was extremely angry.
With that slap, Wan Yan Kang completely quieted down.
At the same time, Bao Xiruo took a few steps forward, looking directly at Wan Yan Honglie, "Prince Zhao, Bao Xiruo has no way to repay the kindness of these eighteen years, but if you want to separate us, husband and wife, I would rather die than comply!"
Wan Yan Honglie's gaze was gloomy, and he said in a low voice, "My patience is limited. If you continue like this, everyone here will be buried with you!"
Chu Yang asked back with displeasure, "Everyone?"
Wan Yan Honglie's eyelids twitched.
Oh no!
He forgot that this jinx was still here.
A hint of an awkward fake smile appeared at the corner of Wan Yan Honglie's mouth, "Mr. Chu is naturally not included. However, since Mr. has already found a confidante, perhaps you could leave now? What follows is my family matter."
The phrase "confidante" caused a blush to spread across Huang Rong's fair little face.
Chu Yang chuckled, "Tsk tsk, is walking slowly illegal?"
Wan Yan Honglie felt as if he was about to have a heart attack and decided not to bother with Chu Yang anymore, directly ordering the Jin to surround Yang Tiexin.
The Jin surged like a flood, but when they passed Chu Yang, they naturally detoured around him, as if encountering a reef.
"Kang'er, what if you're not my biological son? As long as I acknowledge you as my son for one day, you will always be the Little Prince of Jin, Wan Yan Kang!"
Wan Yan Honglie mounted his horse and said loudly, "Kang'er, bring your mother back!"
Wan Yan Kang's body trembled, and his eyes regained their luster. In truth, what struck him most wasn't becoming Yang Tiexin's son, but rather not being able to be Wan Yan Honglie's son.
Watching more and more Jin approach, Yang Tiexin held his long spear, shielding his wife and daughter behind him.
"Kang'er!"
Yang Tiexin shouted loudly, attempting to awaken Wan Yan Kang's conscience.
Who knew that his shout would instead ignite Wan Yan Kang's anger, and the latter directly attacked.
The two immediately engaged in a father-son battle.
Seeing this, Bao Xiruo was heartbroken.
In terms of martial arts, Yang Tiexin was no match for Wan Yan Kang at all.
This time, Chu Yang didn't intervene to stop Wan Yan Kang, but Guo Jing, who was beside him, was restless.
"What are you doing?"
Chu Yang rolled his Byakugan at him.
"Chu... Chu Yang, this Uncle Yang might be an old friend of my parents. I cannot stand idly by."
Though clumsy, Guo Jing always remembered what his mother, Li Ping, had told him about the relationship between the Guo and Yang families, and he had come to the Central Plains from Mongolia this time to fulfill the martial arts challenge with Wan Yan Kang.
Chu Yang nodded and said, "Then go ahead. If anything happens to you, I'll help you collect your body."
Guo Jing clasped his hands together, "Thank you, Chu Yang!"
Chu Yang was momentarily stunned.
Seriously, he's thanking me for that?
After saying this, Guo Jing leaped forward, attacking Wan Yan Kang. Unfortunately, Guo Jing hadn't had the chance to drink snake blood, so his martial arts were still the same. Forget helping, he was beaten to the point of spitting blood in just a few moves by Wan Yan Kang.
Huang Rong whispered in Chu Yang's ear, "Little Chu, when are you going to make your move? If you keep playing around, something serious will really happen."
Chu Yang asked strangely, "Why are you so certain I'll make a move?"
Huang Rong said disdainfully, "Oh, come on, who in the ten-mile radius doesn't know you, the great philanthropist Chu? You've fed all the beggars in the city until they're plump and fair..."
Chu Yang said, "Kindness and principles are two different things. My principle is that one should never go back on their word."
As they spoke, Yang Tiexin and Guo Jing were both subdued by Wan Yan Kang, but neither was in mortal danger.
At the crucial moment, he still didn't dare to harm this man who might be his biological father.
Bao Xiruo breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next moment, Wan Yan Kang grabbed her hand and forcefully dragged her towards Wan Yan Honglie.
Yang Tiexin's desperate shouts and Bao Xiruo's tear-streaked face failed to move Wan Yan Kang's stony heart.
Just as Wan Yan Honglie was triumphantly about to take Bao Xiruo away.
Chu Yang suddenly spoke up, "May I ask, Prince Zhao, is the agreement between Your Highness and me settled?"
Wan Yan Honglie laughed heartily, "I have taken my wife and son, so the agreement with Mr. has naturally been fulfilled and completely settled."
Huang Rong seemed to have guessed what Chu Yang wanted to say beforehand and suddenly giggled.
"Since it's settled, then what Chu plans to do next has nothing to do with the previous agreement," Chu Yang said with a slight smile.
A bad premonition suddenly arose in Wan Yan Honglie's heart.
Chu Yang dusted his sleeves, looking polite, then spoke.
"Robbery! Hand over your wife and children to me!"
The dignified Prince of Jin, today, was repeatedly made a fool of by an obscure scholar. Even if Wan Yan Honglie was skilled in endure and discretion, and had a great temperament, at this moment, he was enraged and humiliated.
This is beyond endurance!
"I sought out talent, respected you as a worthy person, and that's why I repeatedly conceded. Have you forgotten, this is Yanjing City, this is Jin!"
With a furious roar from Wan Yan Honglie, a large number of Jin swarmed forward, surrounding Chu Yang and the others so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass.
Unlike the previous all-melee soldiers, Wan Yan Honglie had brought many archers to the rear, while the front lines were composed of a vanguard unit of sword-and-shield soldiers and spearmen.
This was the most common battlefield formation.
So many Jin made Huang Rong, who had just been laughing heartily, nervous. She tightly clutched Chu Yang's arm and whispered, "Little Chu, are you really confident you can deal with them?"
Chu Yang rolled his Byakugan and said irritably, "Now you're scared? You were the one laughing the loudest just now."
Huang Rong was very displeased with Chu Yang's attitude, pouting and glaring at him angrily.
Yang Tiexin, Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing also walked to Chu Yang's side at the first opportunity.
Seeing that the targets were all gathered together, Wan Yan Honglie did not send melee soldiers forward to test Chu Yang's strength, but decisively ordered, "Fire arrows!"
A flicker of admiration flashed in Chu Yang's eyes. This man was indeed a seasoned warlord; he gave him no opportunity, choosing the most stable method to end this battle.
All archers fired at the same time.
Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~
The dense black arrows rained down like a curtain.