His strikingly handsome features, with narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, suddenly dimmed as a chill emanated from them. He coldly gazed through the shop door at the person standing by the window of the small building, clad in snow-white attire.
Although he appeared leisurely, his previous words revealed he was in a foul mood. Rumor had it that the reclusive Young Master Leng Yue was eccentric and, when displeased, was more likely to poison someone than heal them.
However, Ye Wu Yun refused to believe such tales. A smirk of defiance touched his lips, and he strode towards the back. Wanwan quickly blocked his path.
“Young Master Ye, this is the forbidden courtyard. Please stop.”
“Forbidden courtyard? I’ll just have to break in then. How dare a mere physician be so arrogant?” Ye Wu Yun flicked his sleeves, sending a gust of air that pushed Wanwan several steps back. The tall, purple-clad figure then strolled out of the shop, heading straight for the back courtyard. His subordinate, Yidao, followed closely behind his master.
As Ye Wu Yun exited the shop, his form blurred, and he rose into the air, floating directly towards the small building. Seeing the man standing by the window, exuding an air of carefree nonchalance, made him want to beat him until he was bruised and bloody, to curb his arrogance and pride.
Ye Wu Yun, usually cold and indifferent, failed to notice the emotional shift within himself.
Only Yidao felt a flicker of surprise, staring at his master, who flashed through the air like a crane, or perhaps an ice flower blooming in the summer sun.
Amidst cold, unparalleled beauty, it was sullied by the dust and earth.
“Young Master, be careful!”
The glazed rooftop, brilliant and dazzling, reflected a dark, eerie light. Swift as lightning, it shot forward, and Yidao cried out in alarm.
Two formidable individuals suddenly emerged from the thick foliage behind the small building, shooting out like arrows loosed from a bow, closing in rapidly. In their hands, two gleaming swords pointed directly at Ye Wu Yun.
Ye Wu Yun startled, his body shifting downwards to evade them. His purple robes billowed in the wind, his toes finding purchase on branches, allowing him to leap upwards once more. He landed on a balcony on one corner of the small building, facing the two individuals opposite him. A cold aura brought the desolation of autumn into the late summer air.
“Who are you?”
Liu Xing and Zhui Yue remained silent, their gazes meeting his coldly.
Only the elegant figure by the window casually lifted his white sleeve, tracing a gentle arc, and spoke without haste, “They are my subordinates. Surely, Young Master Ye doesn’t believe I, Leng Yue, am entirely without capabilities and have no capable help.”
Ye Wu Yun froze, his pupils flickering with an indescribable undercurrent. He genuinely hadn’t expected a mere physician to possess two skilled subordinates.
“Leng Yue, I didn’t realize such a humble physician could be so arrogant, hiding so deeply.”
Ye Wu Yun narrowed his eyes, radiating a dangerous light.
Unfortunately, Yun Xiao paid him no mind. His handsome features, bathed in sunlight, resembled a blooming magnolia, dazzling to the onlookers. This man was truly a demon, one who thrived on chaos.
“I’m going to sleep. You all do whatever you need to do.”
She uttered this, then slowly turned back, not giving Young Master Ye a second glance. Regardless of how beautiful or handsome he was, the woman seemed unaffected, letting out a yawn, languid and casual.
Ye Wu Yun’s face darkened. His form blurred as he zipped across the balcony, intending to block her path. However, the moment he moved,
The figures opposite him moved with the wind, intercepting his path. The three of them began to fight under the sun, in front of the small building. Yidao joined the fray immediately after, and soon, the clash of swords and the sound of weapons colliding were incessant.
Yun Xiao, who had intended to sleep, found the noise too disruptive. He poured himself a cup of tea and settled in to watch the show.
Sipping his tea, he calmly commanded, “Liu Xing, Zhui Yue, teach him a lesson he won’t forget. I detest anyone more beautiful than myself. Better yet, slash his face, turning the most handsome young man in Yan Jing into the ugliest.”
Yun Xiao’s words caused Ye Wu Yun’s narrow brows to knit tighter, his eyes blazing with fury. A shadow of dark green light settled over his handsome, distinctive features.
He, who was always cold, unfeeling, and unruffled by even the greatest pressures, was being provoked by this person, time and time again, to the point of losing control. At this moment, he only wished to grip the man’s throat and silence him.
Liu Xing knew her young master’s personality; when angry, he liked to provoke others. In truth, her heart wasn’t truly malicious, but Ye Wu Yun had fallen into the trap, his expression contorted with anger.
“Yes, Young Master.”
The two of them exerted their full strength, facing Ye Wu Yun and Yidao.
The four of them fought fiercely in mid-air, their palms striking out, blasting apart the medicinal herbs in front of the small building. Yun Xiao narrowed his eyes; he was displeased, his face darkening ominously.
“Ye Wu Yun, you’re sick, aren’t you? Is this how you visit a physician? You’ve damaged my things. If you don’t pay for it later, I’ll poison you, and then poison your entire family.”
Her words were chilling, resolute, and utterly righteous. Ye Wu Yun abruptly stopped his attack and descended. His handsome features had shifted from green to red, and then from red back to green.
After several exchanges, his body staggered twice before he regained his footing. He was utterly enraged. The world only knew Ye Wu Yun as cold and unfeeling.
Who knew that he was plagued by illness, unable to endure excessive anger and agitation, as it would only worsen his condition?
Seeing his master’s discomfort, Yidao was both worried and furious. He glared at Yun Xiao standing by the window, wishing he could bite him to vent his frustration.
Yun Xiao, on the other hand, was in much better spirits. He was happy as long as others were angry.
His slender body gracefully leaped from the window frame, his sleeves fluttering, his black hair lightly swaying, like a delicate flower descending. He landed with elegant composure before Ye Wu Yun, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
“Speak. Who are you fighting and causing a ruckus for? Are you seeking treatment, or someone else?”
Fighting and causing a ruckus?
These were words used to describe women, weren’t they? But everyone present wisely chose to remain silent, for they had fully grasped one thing: one must never argue with this Young Master Leng Yue. He possessed the ability to infuriate people to death.
Besides, they had come to request his healing services, not to fight.
“My maid, Qiao Fan.”
Ye Wu Yun’s cold voice echoed. His cheeks had recovered from their pallor. He lightly brushed away Yidao’s hand and turned to face Yun Xiao.
Looking at this Young Master Leng Yue up close, he was indeed handsome, his demeanor as serene as a gentle breeze, his actions unflustered. Most people, upon encountering him, the most handsome young man in Yan Jing, Ye Wu Yun, would be visibly awestruck. After all, he had a father who commanded a powerful army, an influential aunt who was a court official, and a sister who was a concubine.
Yet, this mere physician remained calm and composed, showing no trace of flattery or deference. On the contrary, he was exceedingly arrogant, which, for some inexplicable reason, made Ye Wu Yun relax, feeling he had finally met someone with whom he could interact frankly.
“I didn’t expect it to be for a mere maid. Young Master Ye, you are truly unexpected. I thought you were seeking treatment for yourself.”
Yun Xiao was genuinely surprised. He had always assumed Ye Wu Yun was seeking medical attention for himself, but he hadn’t anticipated that he would go to such lengths to treat a simple maid.