My Silly, Sweet Wife

Feng Yuanshan slowly nodded, ”I suddenly have a bold idea that perhaps all of this is the handiwork of the Son of Nether Emperor. If that’s true, then the other party is not only no mediocrity but a genius of the ages, managing to estrange the Seven Kings and then slaughter them with merely a few moves. And judging by this, Hua Xiangrong seems to have completely submitted to him. If this is true, his achievements might far exceed those of the Netherworld Emperor back then.”

Hua Mao, upon hearing this, felt somewhat confused, ”Mr. Feng, you can’t possibly think it’s all the doing of that Son of Nether Emperor, right? As far as I know, he’s only in his twenties, and even with exceptional talent, conquering Hua Xiangrong wouldn’t be easy. Moreover, unless Hua Xiangrong has a death wish, she wouldn’t involve herself in the affairs of the Hidden Sect. From what I know about Hua Xiangrong, she probably won’t leave the Ghost Market in her lifetime.”

Feng Yuanshan shook his head and laughed, ”It’s too early to say now. Quickly, go and check if, besides carrying out large-scale executions on the Seven Kings’ people, Hua Xiangrong has also sealed off the Ghost Market.”

Although Hua Mao didn’t quite understand Feng Yuanshan’s intention, he still instructed people to do so.

The news quickly returned.

It turned out Feng Yuanshan was right.

The several entrances and exits of the Ghost Market were guarded by Hua Xiangrong’s people, allowing entry but prohibiting exit.

”Mr. Feng, what does this mean?” Hua Mao asked, puzzled.

Feng Yuanshan chuckled, explaining, ”What a brilliant move. After sending back the news of King Qin’s collusion with the Ghost Market, they immediately executed King Qin’s people—especially someone like Chu Huai Nan dying in the Ghost Market. King Chu is sure to be enraged and blame King Qin for everything.”

”By then, King Chu will surely try to contact the other kings to take action against King Qin.”

”In this way, the Hidden Sect Seven Kings will undoubtedly fall into chaos, slaughtering each other. And someone will reap the benefits.”

”Haha, Hua Mao, think carefully, what benefit does the chaos of the Seven Kings bring to Hua Xiangrong?”

Hua Mao shook his head in bewilderment, ”It seems to have no benefit.”

”Indeed, but the meaning for the Son of Nether Emperor is extraordinary. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Son of Nether Emperor can rise amidst the chaos, watching the tigers fight from the mountain. And in such circumstances, there’s likely no one who can spare attention to care about his life or death. By then, he can secretly develop his power and suddenly strike when others least expect it, establishing himself as the new Nether Emperor.”

”Tsk, tsk, by then, surely many old factions of the Nether Emperor will come forth to support him, and he can strike the drowning dogs under the guise of quelling the chaos. At that time, with the Seven Kings fighting intensely, their power at the weakest, they will struggle to resist the Son of Nether Emperor’s assault, won’t they?”

Upon hearing this, Hua Mao’s eyes widened, ”Mr. Feng, your analysis is absolutely brilliant. If this is indeed the case, the Son of Nether Emperor might have a real chance to destroy King Qin and the others, and re-establish himself as the Nether Emperor.”

”In the past, I thought this Son of Nether Emperor had no chance of winning, only the path of being someone else’s puppet. But now, it seems that is far from the truth.”

”Haha, I’m becoming increasingly interested in this Son of Nether Emperor.” Feng Yuanshan laughed heartily, ”Now I’m more and more convinced that all of this is orchestrated by the Son of Nether Emperor behind the scenes. With such, of course I must follow Yan King’s order and assist the Young Master.”

Hua Mao paused, seeing Feng Yuanshan didn’t seem to be joking, and couldn’t help but ask, ”Mr. Feng, Yan King’s current position is somewhat awkward. If we really get involved, is it appropriate?”

”What’s inappropriate?” Feng Yuanshan shot Hua Mao a glance, ”As long as the Son of Nether Emperor has great talent, Yan King can not only escape the current predicament but also establish unprecedented achievements. Haha, quickly, find a way to contact Hua Xiangrong, we must proactively meet this Son of Nether Emperor, if we lose the initiative, we become passive.”

Although Hua Mao was still partly puzzled, Feng Yuanshan was, after all, sent by Yan King, so he agreed, preparing to go out and instruct someone to contact Hua Xiangrong. But then someone reported: ”Mr. Feng, Ye Guichen is here to meet.”

”Ye Guichen?”

Upon hearing these three words, both Hua Mao and Feng Yuanshan were stunned.

But soon, they matched that name with someone.

The Son of Nether Emperor.

Feng Yuanshan’s pupils slightly contracted, hardly believing.

”So soon?”

But quickly, the gleam in Feng Yuanshan’s eyes intensified.

Looks like he really guessed right.

Ye Guichen, this Son of Nether Emperor, is indeed a remarkable talent.

Coming to meet him at this time is just an attempt to utilize Yan King’s hand to return to the Hidden Sect.

However, with Ye Guichen arriving a step ahead, he was now in a somewhat passive position.

”Quick, see him.” After pondering for a moment, Feng Yuanshan promptly spoke.

However, upon completing the order, Feng Yuanshan quickly stood up, ”No, I’ll meet him personally.”

At such a time, one must fully display the posture to avoid appearing so passive.

While shouting, Feng Yuanshan had already jogged out.

Arriving outside the courtyard, he saw Ye Guichen and Hua Xiangrong standing there.

Hua Xiangrong stood behind Ye Guichen, seemingly protective.

Upon seeing Ye Guichen, Feng Yuanshan knelt down with a thud, his head banging heavily on the ground, ”Feng Yuanshan under Yan King, pays homage to the Young Master.”

Following closely, Hua Mao was bewildered to see Feng Yuanshan giving such a grand ceremony to someone he’d never met before, Ye Guichen.

Even Hua Xiangrong was taken aback.

However, Ye Guichen showed no embarrassment, as if it was only natural, he gently raised his hand, ”Mr. Feng, what do you mean by this? Haha, first, my identity as the Son of Nether Emperor hasn’t been confirmed, so calling me Young Master is a bit forced. Secondly, you serve Yan King, even as the Son of Nether Emperor, I don’t deserve such a grand ceremony from you!”

Feng Yuanshan’s heart skipped a beat, secretly alarmed.

This Ye Guichen indeed has guile.

Is he testing my loyalty?

At this moment, even showing a little indifference or following Ye Guichen’s words would surely plant distrust toward him.

But if he truly behaves like a servant, it can dispel Ye Guichen’s doubts, fostering trust.

What a clever tactic!

While sighing silently inside, Feng Yuanshan still had no intention of raising his head, and continued to bow down, ”Young Master, back then, Yan King was forced to remain passive due to tough circumstances. Yet Yan King has always been loyal to the Netherworld Emperor, even setting up the Nether Emperor’s shrine in his palace, paying homage daily, hoping to assist Young Master in avenging the sorrow one day!”

”Who would have thought, heaven truly opens its eyes, today I meet the Young Master again, such a grand ceremony is truly deserving for the Young Master!”

”Moreover, Young Master is the future successor of the Nether Emperor, to worship before the Young Master is my utmost honor, Feng Yuanshan!”

His words practically exalted Ye Guichen to the heavens.