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Hearing Ye Feng's words, Zhao Wan's expression changed slightly. She had long noticed that the current Ye Feng was completely different from before; there was not a trace of Elemental Wave around him, as if he were an ordinary youth who had never practiced any Supreme Technique.
However, she had been following Ye Feng and was already shocked by his lightning-fast agility. She knew that Ye Feng's cultivation was not the issue; at this moment, his aura was entirely retracted, making his cultivation seem unfathomable. Moreover, the charm techniques that had worked so well in the past were now completely ineffective.
"I didn't expect you really killed Ye Zhan. Regardless of anything, he was someone else's fiancé. You killed him; shouldn't you give them an explanation?" Zhao Wan sighed with a hint of sorrow in her eyes.
"If it weren't for the fifty Essence-Enhancing Pills you gave me back then, I wouldn't have easily killed Ye Zhan. However, the reason for killing him wasn't because of you; it was because he betrayed his master and exterminated his ancestors—his crimes were unforgivable, and I had no choice but to kill him!" Ye Feng said after a moment of contemplation, maintaining a calm demeanor.
"You still remember those fifty Essence-Enhancing Pills I gave you? But just now, when you looked at me, it seemed like you were looking at an enemy who killed your father. Did I offend you in some way?" Zhao Wan pressed on relentlessly.
Ye Feng suddenly realized that indeed, when he first saw Zhao Wan, he had a fierce look in his eyes because he had suddenly thought of the Kyoto Royal Family's Zhao Family.
"There is a reason for everything; I hope Miss Zhao can understand!" Ye Feng sighed. After all, if it weren't for those fifty Essence-Enhancing Pills, his return to the family wouldn't have gone so smoothly. However, facing the great enemy of his family—the Kyoto Royal Family—he still found it hard to get close to Zhao Wan.
"Is it because of the Kyoto Royal Family?" Zhao Wan asked directly, having already discerned Ye Feng's thoughts.
"You know?" Ye Feng was taken aback; he hadn't expected Zhao Wan to be aware of what had happened in Silvermoon City from so far away.
"Since I want to marry into your Ye Family, I naturally need to understand what your family is like. I only just learned about the alliance between the Ning Family and the Kyoto Royal Family's Zhao Family. However, Prince Ning does not represent the entire Kyoto Royal Family. Although he wields immense power, the Ning Family is still the Ning Family, and the Royal Family is still the Royal Family—there is a distinction!" Zhao Wan pointed out sharply.
"Prince Ning? The current Chief Regent of the Northern Jin Kingdom?" Ye Feng's expression changed slightly. Although he had guessed that it was some prince from the Northern Jin Royal Family allied with the Ning Family, he hadn't expected it to be the most powerful Prince Ning.
"That's right; it's Prince Ning. My esteemed uncle Zhao Jieli has held power in the Northern Jin Kingdom for over twenty years. You Ye Family have offended him; do you think you can escape unscathed?" Zhao Wan said as she leisurely plucked a few dried leaves stuck to her skirt.
"Whether or not we can escape unscathed is not something Miss Zhao needs to worry about. Since Prince Ning is your uncle, I assume Miss Zhao also has an extraordinary status. Speaking of which, we are enemies; I wonder why Miss Zhao has been so persistent with me. Are you trying to eliminate me as a threat to your uncle?" Ye Feng said coldly with a hint of disdain.
"Princess!" Zhao Wan chuckled lightly as she circled around Ye Feng, sizing him up before shaking her head. "I thought you were exceptionally clever; turns out you're just confused. Yes, Zhao Jieli is my uncle, but I'm his niece—does that mean I have to be on his side? By that logic, do you intend to eliminate the entire Northern Jin Royal Family to protect your Ye Family?"
Zhao Wan's words left Ye Feng momentarily stunned. In his view, since there was such a deep connection between Zhao Wan and Prince Ning, she should be united with him against their common enemies. Why did it seem like she harbored resentment toward Prince Ning instead?
Zhao Wan claimed to be a princess—could it be?
"Are you the biological sister of the Northern Jin Emperor?" Ye Feng finally understood that Prince Ning was controlling the court, which naturally meant he was in charge of the current Northern Jin Kingdom's affairs. Zhao Wan's deep hatred for Prince Ning was also due to her identity as a royal princess.
"Yes, I am his elder sister!" After giving Ye Feng a disdainful glance, Zhao Wan suddenly lowered her head, her eyes reddening as she said, "Prince Ning is tyrannical and has always treated my brother as a puppet. Although my brother is young, he is already fifteen years old. According to royal tradition, he should be taking on responsibilities now. However, Zhao Jieli has never considered this. In recent years, he has been secretly expanding his power and just recently deposed two other regents. Now, many key military and political positions in the Northern Jin Kingdom are filled with Prince Ning's loyalists. It won't be long before my brother can no longer remain emperor!"
At that moment, Ye Feng realized that Zhao Wan had been hiding her identity and enduring humiliation, even going so far as to secretly engage with Ye Zhan, all to win over other factions in the Northern Jin Kingdom to help her brother regain power.
Ye Feng stared blankly at Zhao Wan, who was not very old but was willing to endure various grievances to help her younger brother. A sense of reluctance and sadness welled up in his heart.
"For your younger brother, do you really deserve to sacrifice yourself like this? Your enemy is Prince Ning, who reportedly controls the Fengyu Holy Institute now. With such powerful influence, do you still want to oppose him?" Ye Feng sighed and said emotionally.
"What does it matter? He forced my father to death. To seize the throne, he will eventually force my brother and me to our deaths as well. Whether it's sooner or later, death is still death; I might as well fight back!" Zhao Wan's nose tinged with bitterness as she squatted down and began to cry uncontrollably.
"The previous emperor was also forced to death by Prince Ning?" Ye Feng looked at Zhao Wan, who was now crouched on the ground with a hoarse voice from crying. Unable to hold back any longer, he stepped forward and helped her up, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Alright, stop crying." Ye Feng truly did not know how to comfort a girl and could only repeat this phrase over and over. At that moment, although he felt warmth from holding her close, he had no impure thoughts.
"I don't want to cry either; I want to be stronger. But I've already asked many people for help to eliminate Prince Ning—the Master of Flowing Cloud Villa, the leader of Iron Blade Sect, the sect master of Sky Eagle Sect—they only think about my body. If I hadn't revealed my identity as a princess at a critical moment, I might have..." Zhao Wan felt an unprecedented sense of security in Ye Feng's embrace and choked out more truths.
"Back at Flowing Cloud Villa, Ye Zhan pursued me persistently. I thought he had decent strength and he often boasted that your Ye Family is a prominent family in the Northern Jin Kingdom with deep roots that could help me kill Prince Ning. If it weren't for this reason, how could I have agreed to his proposal? Thankfully, during this conflict between your families, I saw through his true nature. I'm glad I had faith in you before; I thought of using you to test Ye Zhan's true abilities. I know I have used you before, but I'm just a weak woman. Now the entire court—no, the entire country—is afraid of Prince Ning. If I don't use others' strengths, how can I possibly stand against Zhao Jieli?"
By the end of her speech, Zhao Wan was already sobbing uncontrollably. In order to help her younger brother keep his throne, she had endured hardships while training diligently and even learned seductive arts from several palace maids to gain favor with powerful individuals. The pain she felt during this time was beyond words.
Ye Feng held Zhao Wan tightly with a stern expression; his arms tightened around her as if he could see those so-called experts who had tried various ways to deceive this beautiful girl. If it weren't for Zhao Wan's sharpness in recognizing their vile intentions in time, she would have long fallen into their traps.
"Prince Ning is a great enemy of my Ye Family. Even if I don't kill him, he will come looking for trouble with us sooner or later. Sooner or later, there will be a confrontation between us. Wan'er, if I can kill Prince Ning in the future, it will only be eliminating an enemy for our Ye Family. You don't need to humiliate yourself just to please me. Of course, as thanks for your previous help, I will make sure those who bullied you kneel before you one by one and let you deal with them as you wish!"
Ye Feng's eyes were sharp like blades as he spoke these words with overwhelming killing intent.
Zhao Wan couldn't help but shiver involuntarily; the terrifying pressure emanating from Ye Feng instilled a deep sense of fear within her.
"Ye Feng, has your cultivation already reached the fifth level of the Origin Martial Realm? If that's true, you might really be able to help me deal with Prince Ning in the future," Zhao Wan said, her big eyes wide open and her voice trembling.
"Fifth level?" Ye Feng slowly pushed Zhao Wan away, gazing into her starry deep eyes, and proudly replied, "I am now at the Peak of the Ninth Level of Yuan Martial Realm. Tell me, do you think I could help you deal with Prince Ning in the future?"
"Origin Martial Realm... Peak of the Ninth Level?" Zhao Wan shook her head in shock, pouting slightly as she said, "Even if you want to comfort me, there's no need to say such grandiose things. Just two and a half months ago when you left Dragon Tiger Sect, you had just reached the Ninth Level of Martial Realm. How could you possibly cultivate to the Ninth Level of Yuanwu Realm in such a short time? If that were true, you wouldn't be a genius; you'd be a freak!"
"Hahaha!" Ye Feng laughed heartily, reaching out to wipe away the tears on Zhao Wan's face. He gently said, "Whether I'm a genius or a freak, when have you ever seen me, Ye Feng, deceive anyone? It's possible for me to advance ten levels in two months; others may not be able to do it, but I can. Otherwise, how could I have scared off the Ninth Level expert sent by Prince Ning from the Ning Family? How could I have killed Ning Zhiyuan, an Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm expert from the Ning Family?"
"What exactly happened to you in these two months?" Zhao Wan looked at Ye Feng with red eyes. Although she hadn't personally gone to Silvermoon City, as the Princess of Northern Jin, she naturally had ways to gather information. Prince Ning indeed sent two experts to Silvermoon City, one of whom was a top-tier expert at the Ninth Level of Yuanwu Realm. She never expected that they would ultimately fail. Zhao Wan initially thought that the Ye Family had hidden some major figure; little did she know that it was truly Ye Feng who single-handedly repelled those so-called experts with ease.
"I'll tell you slowly later, but now is not the time. It won't be long before the Sect Disciples who are on missions start coming back one after another. If they see you like this now, they might be so shocked that their jaws will drop!" Ye Feng smiled lightly as he glanced at Zhao Wan's beautiful face that had been ruined by tears. He softly said, "You don't need to spend effort on your appearance anymore; you're already very beautiful as you are!"
These last words made Zhao Wan's nose tingle again. The charm in her eyes had long since vanished, replaced by a pitifully beautiful look.
Ye Feng knew that Zhao Wan was close to him mostly because of her emperor brother. Such a stunning beauty might not necessarily have her thoughts on him, which made Ye Feng feel a bit bittersweet. Now that Zhao Wan showed her true self, it instead stirred some genuine feelings in him. However, he was certainly not someone who would take advantage of her vulnerability; if Zhao Wan did not have feelings for him, he would not use killing Prince Ning as leverage to force her allegiance.
"Well, no matter what, you've killed my fiancé; you owe me one!" Zhao Wan took out a silk handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped away the traces of tears on her face. She looked at Ye Feng meaningfully and murmured again what she had said earlier.
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