My Silly, Sweet Wife

Dugu Yue had long entertained this idea.

After all, Feng Chuchu was truly beautiful, and his own son had brought it up many times.

If this marriage alliance could be achieved, it would also be beneficial for the Dugu Family.

However, after Dugu Yue’s body underwent a transformation, his mindset changed.

Even becoming the master of Wan Jian Villa couldn’t satisfy his inner desires anymore.

Yet, appearances still had to be maintained.

Dugu Yue, full of trepidation, immediately knelt on one knee: ”Sect Master, ever since I joined Wan Jian Villa thirty years ago, you’ve treated me like a brother, even closer than family. Now, you even wish to marry your most cherished daughter to my disappointing son. I, Dugu Yue, don’t know what to say. Sect Master, rest assured, whatever you say in the future, I will never say a word of dissent. I will surely support you and elevate our Wan Jian Villa to new heights.”

”Haha, haha, get up quickly. Look at what you’re saying, hurry up and stand.” Feng Jiuling laughed, pulling Dugu Yue up. ”We’re all one family now, why speak like outsiders? Alright, have more opportunities for Feng’er to visit Chuchu’s courtyard. Chuchu is still young and easily swayed. Let Feng’er chat with her more. Girls and their little worries will quickly pass.”

”Yes, Sect Master, I understand, I understand.” Dugu Yue nodded repeatedly.

…

A hundred miles away from Wan Jian Villa, two people were hastily making their way along the road.

The two moved with great speed, one after the other, covering several miles in the blink of an eye.

These two individuals, of course, were Ye Guichen and Feng Wuxiu.

Ye Guichen hadn’t expected that after Feng Wuxiu was injured, the transformation in his body not only made him exceptionally resilient but also greatly increased his speed.

Previously, at Ye Guichen’s speed, Feng Wuxiu would have been unable to keep up.

But now, Feng Wuxiu’s speed seemed to have increased several fold.

According to the march of that hundred-thousand-strong army, with their speed, they could catch up in half a day.

However, Feng Wuxiu kept nagging in Ye Guichen’s ear about how Feng Chuchu was becoming increasingly haggard.

Feeling a bit heartbroken after hearing this, Ye Guichen decided to take a detour to Wan Jian Villa to speak with Feng Chuchu.

Judging from the route, the hundred-thousand-strong army headed north, while Wan Jian Villa lay to the east.

This detour would add more than a day’s journey.

But Ye Guichen knew it would be worth it.

With a brief stop at Wan Jian Villa, they would still have time to catch up with the army.

With this thought, Ye Guichen had Feng Wuxiu lead the way directly to Wan Jian Villa.

Feng Wuxiu was naturally overjoyed.

Having witnessed Ye Guichen’s skills, Feng Wuxiu held Ye Guichen in high esteem and was keen on introducing him to Feng Jiuling.

If they could build a good relationship with Ye Guichen, perhaps Wan Jian Villa would benefit greatly from his guidance in Sword Dao.

However, Feng Wuxiu did not realize that Feng Jiuling was already planning to ensnare Ye Guichen.

”Mr. Ye, seeing you will surely make Chuchu so happy she won’t be able to stop smiling,” Feng Wuxiu said gleefully upon Ye Guichen’s agreement.

Just fifty miles away from Wan Jian Villa, Feng Wuxiu and Ye Guichen encountered a group of people ahead of them.

This group was carrying a palanquin, on which sat a portly middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man held a fan and was surrounded by a dozen or so people.

They swaggered down the road, and upon seeing them, others quickly stepped aside, seemingly afraid to block their path.

Soon, this group reached Ye Guichen and Feng Wuxiu.

Seeing that the two had no intention of giving way, a young man beside the middle-aged man shouted, ”Who dares to block the path of the Ice Silkworm Sect? Do you want to die?”

Ice Silkworm Sect?

Upon hearing this name, Ye Guichen was slightly surprised, evidently having not heard of it before.

Still, not wanting to cause trouble, Ye Guichen was ready to step aside.

However, Feng Wuxiu glared intently: ”What Ice Silkworm Sect? I am Feng Wuxiu of Wan Jian Villa, and this is our esteemed guest, Mr. Ye Guichen. This is Wan Jian Villa’s territory; how dare minor sects act so brazenly here!”

As a follower of Ye Guichen, maintaining face was naturally important.

Moreover, this was already Wan Jian Villa’s territory; other sects here should keep a low profile.

As Wan Jian Villa’s top disciple and a genius in Sword Dao, such pride was justified.

Upon hearing Feng Wuxiu’s words, the middle-aged man straightened up from the palanquin and stared intently at Ye Guichen: ”He is Ye Guichen?”

His eyes flashed with endless delight.

”Haha, haha, what a fortunate encounter!” the middle-aged man laughed, waving his hand. ”Surround them first.”

Whoosh!

The group surrounded Ye Guichen and Feng Wuxiu.

The middle-aged man then smiled at Ye Guichen: ”I say, you’re from Wan Jian Villa? Haha, it seems your villa has treacherous intentions, trying to lure Ye Guichen there and trap him. But it seems I was lucky to find him first.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Wuxiu frowned: ”What do you mean lure to Wan Jian Villa? What trap? Get lost, or don’t blame me for being impolite!”

”Haha, what arrogance!” the middle-aged man laughed arrogantly. ”I, a Deputy Sect Master of the Ice Silkworm Sect—who doesn’t call me ’Master Can’ with respect? And you, a snot-nosed kid, dare to show off in front of me. Though considering you’re from Wan Jian Villa, I’ll spare your life today. You better stay out of my business with Ye Guichen, or else, don’t blame me for being rude.”

”What do you want?” Feng Wuxiu realized something was amiss but remained in front of Ye Guichen.

The middle-aged man known as Yi Zhi Can grew serious, no longer wanting to waste words with Feng Wuxiu, and looked at Ye Guichen: ”Fame can’t compare to meeting in person. I’ve long heard of Ye Guichen’s heroism, and seeing you today, you truly live up to the name. However, your actions with the Spirit Beast Sect seem a bit lacking in integrity, robbing and fleeing.”

With those words, Yi Zhi Can waved the fan in his hand: ”Though our Ice Silkworm Sect rarely gets involved in disputes, we do find Brother Ye’s actions rather unsavory. Enough talk, hand over what you took from the Spirit Beast Sect, and I might just be merciful and spare your life.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Guichen understood immediately.

This man was actually coveting what he had taken from the Spirit Beast Sect.

He intended to rob him!

But how did the news get out?

Ye Guichen was puzzled.

Since leaving the mountain, he had headed straight for the Daqian Imperial City, spending some time in Dragon City.

Could it be his movements were leaked during that time?

But thinking again, it seemed unlikely.

If this Yi Zhi Can truly knew he had left Dragon City, he would also know about the hundred-thousand-strong army with him.

No matter how bold, surely he wouldn’t dare confront such numbers?

Looking at Yi Zhi Can’s flaunting demeanor, it seemed he was oblivious to his connection with the Daqian Dynasty.

Thus, it seemed someone from the Yin Ghost Sect had leaked the information.

Ye Guichen pondered but was still baffled.

During the battle with the Yin Ghost Sect, no one had escaped alive.

Could there have been someone who survived without his knowledge and fled?

This seemed very possible to Ye Guichen.

But thinking about it now was pointless, so Ye Guichen discarded these chaotic thoughts.

Then he looked up, smiling warmly at Yi Zhi Can: ”After all that talk, aren’t you just planning to rob me?”