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Chapter One Hundred Twelve: The Shape of the Buttocks
A person who had once sent someone to hunt down Ye Huan, how many times had Ye Huan dreamed of killing him? But with Ye Tian missing and Liu Ruyan and others trapped in the Southern Xiongnu Empire, Ye Huan had to consider the future and temporarily spared Long Batian's life. However, there was another concern weighing on Ye Huan's mind—Ye San.
As a servant of the Ye Family, Ye San's loyalty was evident from the fact that he had sacrificed an arm and a leg to protect the family. Yet, relying solely on loyalty to thrive in Dragon Hall was undoubtedly unrealistic. Not to mention, Ye Huan also harbored thoughts of gradually replacing Long Batian with Ye San.
Thus, while Long Batian was bandaging his wounds, Ye Huan requested that Long Batian arrange a room for Ye San. They spent the night talking in that room, and no one knew what they discussed. However, when Ye Huan left Dragon Hall the next day, all his spiritual energy seemed to have vanished, let alone the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy contained within the Summoning Book.
After Ye Huan departed, the first thing Long Batian did was send a large group of people to surround Ye San under the pretense of protection while secretly monitoring him.
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Having lost interest in the internal affairs of Dragon Hall, Ye Huan soon arrived at the entrance of the Royal Capital Mage Association, just a few dozen meters away. He carefully observed the headquarters of one of Huaxia Nation's three major Professional Associations—the Mage Association.
In stark contrast to the opulence of the palace, the Mage Association appeared quite dilapidated from the outside. The walls looked as if they hadn't been cleaned in years, covered in layers of dust and yellow mud, possibly splattered during rainy days.
Yet, upon closer inspection of this shabby building, one could easily notice that even on the main door of the Mage Association were various strange patterns forming hexagram shapes. The closer one got, the more oppressive an aura emanated from it, making it hard to breathe.
'Could this be some kind of magic circle?'
While observing, Ye Huan took a few steps forward and soon reached the entrance of the Mage Association. However, two slightly plump figures dressed in black robes blocked his path. Coldly, one of them said to Ye Huan, "Sorry, entry is prohibited for non-mages." As he spoke, he pointed upwards.
Looking up, a large staff emblem towered above Ye Huan's head, proclaiming to the world that this was the territory of mages.
Ye Huan, however, paid it little mind. He turned to one of the portly mages and stated his purpose directly, "Hello, Mr. Mage. My name is Ye Huan, and I am looking for a chubby guy named Weiyang..."
"Ye Huan?" "Weiyang?"
Upon hearing Ye Huan's words, the two slightly overweight mages exchanged glances, and it seemed they simultaneously thought of something. They left a quick message for Ye Huan to wait and then hurried into the Mage Association, disappearing from his sight.
Shaking his head, Ye Huan mused that the folks at the Mage Association really didn't understand hospitality. He plopped down at the entrance of the Mage Association, attracting curious glances from passersby.
"Who is that guy? How dare he sit at the entrance of the great Mage Association? Does he want to get himself killed?"
"Shh... I think you’re the one who wants to get killed. That’s Ye Huan, the young master of the Ye Family!"
"It’s him?! The one who just returned yesterday and stormed into the royal capital alone, then broke into Dragon Hall?"
After everything that had happened yesterday, many citizens had spread what they heard and saw. Almost everyone in the royal capital knew Ye Huan's name and was shocked by his actions. Thus, when they learned that Ye Huan was sitting at the entrance of the Mage Association, they not only didn’t leave but gathered in increasing numbers. Even some courtesans kicked their men out of bed upon hearing the news and rushed out of their establishments to see if the young master of the Ye Family truly had three heads and six arms.
To be fair, while Ye Huan didn’t have three heads and six arms, his appearance was undoubtedly captivating. With shoulder-length hair cascading down and a red silk ribbon trailing behind him, he wore special combat gear that exuded a wild charm. Naturally, this gave him a unique aura compared to other young masters from noble families. The onlooking women stared at him with hearts in their eyes; if it weren't for being at the Mage Association, many courtesans might have rushed forward to solicit him.
Fortunately, this situation didn’t last long. After a short while, Weiyang's figure appeared before Ye Huan as he emerged from inside the Mage Association. Following him was a young woman around twenty years old, wearing red embroidered shoes and a flowing crimson gown adorned with floral jewels atop her head—truly a refined lady.
"Ye Huan, why are you back?" Without noticing that Ye Huan's gaze was fixed on the woman behind him, Weiyang rushed forward and enveloped Ye Huan in a heavy bear hug. His round belly pressed against Ye Huan, nearly squeezing the breath out of him.
Struggling to break free from Weiyang's bear hug, Ye Huan rolled his eyes and finally spoke, "I can't believe you remember me. You see me and don't even invite me inside your Mage Association for a visit..."
"Haha, that was indeed my oversight. Come on, Young Master Ye Family, please!" With a smile, Weiyang seized the opportunity to highlight Ye Huan's status, winking at the woman beside him, who was dressed in fiery red.
This scene did not escape Ye Huan's notice.
'This chubby guy was supposed to be helping Han Lin find Lin Yuyong. Why is he still here?'
As he pondered this, Ye Huan suddenly stopped and turned his gaze back to the woman in the crimson dress. Through her constantly swaying waist and hips, he began to discern some clues.
In the twenty-first century, Ye Huan had studied Japanese action films, where youthful beauties often had apple-shaped bottoms—perky and round. Even in jeans, they seemed to have a bit of extra flesh around their waists. In contrast, mature women had bottoms that resembled peaches; the closer to the waist, the narrower it became, widening again towards the bottom. Moreover, since they were no longer maidens, their legs tended to be slightly apart, and in severe cases, it looked like they were doing the splits.
Before Ye Huan stood a beauty in a crimson gown. Although her hips were ample, she clearly belonged to the mature category—indistinguishable from a ripe peach. With each step she took, her legs instinctively drew together slightly, evidently trying to avoid any unsightly gaps. This made Ye Huan suspicious and led him to speculate about the woman's true age.
'Twenty-five? Twenty-eight? Thirty-five? No way, could she be Lin Yuyong?!'
Based on years of watching films, if he disregarded her face entirely, Ye Huan would have estimated her age at around thirty-five. This thought inevitably reminded him of Han Lin's request for them to rescue Lin Yuyong from the Lin family...
Shaking his head vigorously to dispel this notion from his mind, Ye Huan found it hard to believe. After all, her appearance was striking; how could she possibly be thirty-five? Unless she was a reincarnated fox spirit sustaining her youth by absorbing men's essence.
"Hey, Ye Huan! What are you thinking about? Why are you walking so slowly?"
Noticing that the footsteps behind him had grown faint, Weiyang turned his head in surprise and saw that Ye Huan had fallen quite far behind. He couldn't help but call out to him.
Noticing that the woman was still walking ahead, she cautiously waved at Weiyang. When Weiyang reached her side, Ye Huan quietly asked, "Weiyang, who is that woman?"
"Lin Yuyong! I was just about to take her to the Southern Xiongnu Empire to find you guys! But before I could set off, you arrived." With a pat on his plump belly, Weiyang looked even more cautious than Ye Huan, as if he were a thief hiding from something.
"Is it really Lin Yuyong? She... I... how can she be so young?!" Staring wide-eyed and intently at her backside, Ye Huan felt that his theory should be correct. How could Lin Yuyong be so young when Han Lin was already forty?
"Pfft, young? Do you know how much of a beast Han Lin is? When he fell for Lin Yuyong, she was only twelve years old! If I hadn't come back to ask someone who knew about this matter, I might still be in the dark."
Hearing that Ye Huan was troubled by this, Weiyang scoffed and rolled his eyes at him, clearly displeased with Han Lin.
Twelve years old...
According to Han Lin, he had liked Lin Yuyong ten years ago. In other words, Han Lin must have been around thirty at that time while Lin Yuyong was merely twelve...
"An old cow chewing on tender grass?"
After a moment of contemplation, Ye Huan managed to utter this phrase. His earlier confusion had vanished; after ten years, a young girl could easily grow into a mature woman.
Sighing at the power of love, he was nearly struck speechless by Weiyang's next words as he whispered in Ye Huan's ear, "Ye Huan, I've confirmed it. Back then, Han Lin and Lin Yuyong weren't in some kind of true love; Han Lin assaulted the twelve-year-old Lin Yuyong. Later... later Lin Yuyong really did fall for Han Lin..."
Stunned into silence for a long moment, Ye Huan finally exclaimed, "What a damn cliché!"
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