Chapter 175: Chapter 175: The First Battle! Mo Yinhe Dominates Qu Gaoyang! 1
Her brother had said that as long as everyone knew the Third Prince of the Atlantis Empire had dishonored the Princess from the Gendaya Empire, Ye Shen would have no choice but to marry her.
She simply wanted to become a princess and marry Ye Shen; she really did not know things would develop this way.
Ye Shiting said, "This brat, walking step by step into others’ traps without a clue. He needs to learn a lesson."
If Si Mingjing hadn’t been prepared, this charge would have been ironclad!
Though the situation was now clear, the problem was not solved.
Now, it was the damned Ye Family’s time to strike back!
"Little girl, you’ve done a great service for the Ye Family, for Yinhe. I will credit you for this achievement."
Ye Shiting made a decisive decision, "Si Yuan, you and Qinghan, secretly send Yang Wanling to Yinhe’s side; don’t alert anyone else. The sooner this is done, the better."
Ye Siyuan also knew that her brother was being challenged at the intergalactic summit and it was extremely urgent; they had to set off immediately.
However, Ye Siyuan said, "Uncle, I want to bring Mingjing with us. She is the greatest contributor to this. I want her to see how my brother counterattacks. It will be spectacular!"
Ye Shiting granted permission, "Qinghan, accompany them, and ensure Yang Wanling is delivered to Yinhe’s side as quickly as possible."
Ye Qinghan nodded, "Yes, Father."
Then, Ye Qinghan went outside to arrange a private plane.
Before they departed, Old Madam Ye took Si Mingjing’s hand, lavishing praise upon her continuously.
"GURGLE GURGLE..."
However, Si Mingjing’s stomach growled.
Old Madam Ye wanted to continue praising her but, upon hearing the noise, was startled. "Mingjing, haven’t you eaten?"
Si Mingjing touched her stomach embarrassedly.
"It’s not that I haven’t eaten, but what I cooked was too terrible to swallow; I only had a couple of bites before I gave up."
"Oh my, why didn’t you say so earlier?"
Old Madam Ye immediately called for the butler, "Butler, do we still have some of the pork rib soup from dinner? Hurry, bring a bowl for Mingjing to fill her stomach, and reheat the meals. No, I will cook myself and properly reward Mingjing for her great service."
"Old Madam, there’s no need for that trouble—just reheating the food will do. We have to leave soon; we are in a hurry."
"It won’t take long for you to have a meal."
Cooking was very time-consuming, so Old Madam Ye, not wanting her to go hungry, ordered the kitchen to quickly reheat the dishes.
The butler first brought over a bowl of corn and yam pork rib soup. It was steaming hot and very nourishing for the stomach.
Si Mingjing was indeed hungry, so she did not stand on ceremony.
She took a porcelain spoon, featuring a fine-line drawing of peonies, scooped up a spoonful of the pork rib soup, and brought it to her lips. It was indeed delicious.
As Si Mingjing drank her soup, she thought, Mo Yinhe is being challenged at the intergalactic summit. All those targeting him think he has encountered an insurmountable problem and are ready to hit him while he’s down. But then, Yang Wanling suddenly appears. That scene... Such a reversal. It will be extremely interesting! If I don’t witness it in person, it will be a great pity. So, I need to fill my stomach quickly.
「...」
「The next day, at nine in the morning.」
The intergalactic summit finally resumed.
Mo Yinhe was the last to arrive.
The intergalactic summit was not a meeting of four people, but of delegations formed by representatives from four countries.
Mo Yinhe, Qu Gaoyang, Si Lisao, and Feng Chonghua.
They were just the leading figures of the four delegations.
The Assembly Hall was quite grand and majestic; the entire building structure sloped, culminating in a thin, domed ceiling, similar in style to the United Nations chambers found on terrestrial lands.
At the front of the conference hall were several meeting tables, directly facing a slightly elevated podium.
Each table bore the name of a Crown Prince from the four nations.
The delegations from various countries sat behind these tables, representing whom they served.
Further back were the seats for journalists, as well as TV and live broadcast cameramen, radio broadcasters, other media personnel, and official stenographers.
In short, the room was packed with hundreds of people.
All eyes fell on Mo Yinhe, who was the last to arrive.
Mo Yinhe arrogantly and disdainfully pulled back the chair in front of his seat and sat down languidly, crossing his long legs with an air of superiority.
His demeanor was as if he were the main attraction.
Of course, he was indeed the main attraction.
Today, he was the target of public censure; representatives from all countries were eager to see him make a fool of himself, waiting to strike him while he was down.
But his prominence annoyed Qu Gaoyang, who, also being a Crown Prince, thought to himself, I should have been the last to arrive. This spotlight shouldn’t belong to Mo Yinhe! This grand finale style should belong to me, Qu Gaoyang!
Anger seeped into Qu Gaoyang’s tone, "Mo Yinhe, have you thought it through? Regarding the matter of your brother causing my sister to commit suicide, what explanation do you plan to give? You have two choices, and you’d better give me an answer now!"
Mo Yinhe gave Qu Gaoyang a glance.
His eyes were indifferent, as if asking, What nonsense are you spouting?
His deep voice was very elegant, his lazy tone somewhat strained, "What are you talking about? My brother causing your sister to commit suicide—when did this happen? I’m not aware of it."
Qu Gaoyang furrowed his brows. Fucking hell, Mo Yinhe, are you a demon? This matter had become well-known in the conference hall just yesterday, and it’s only been a day, yet you’re pretending to have amnesia? But can you really sweep this under the rug by feigning amnesia? You’re far too naive.
Qu Gaoyang’s palm slammed down on the table with a BANG that resounded loudly. A tiger that doesn’t show its might, you mistake it for a sick cat?
"Mo Yinhe! My sister Yang Wanling was living a peaceful and happy life until your brother Ye Shen, depraved and crazed, coveted her beauty and took her to a hotel to defile her. The facts and evidence are all there; do you think your denial will work?"
"Oh, is that so? Where are the facts and evidence?"
Mo Yinhe shifted his position, leaning sideways on the chair, propping his chin with one hand, his posture more arrogant than ever, rhythmically tapping his finger on the table—arrogant beyond measure.
Qu Gaoyang couldn’t stand to see Mo Yinhe’s arrogant behavior!
This damn bastard is like a dead pig that doesn’t fear boiling water!
Qu Gaoyang thought with a sneer, Mo Yinhe, you lowly land-dweller, let’s see how long you can keep up this arrogance. You insist on asking this question, practically offering your face for me to slap, so don’t blame me for not being polite!
Qu Gaoyang clapped his hands twice with a SNAP, SNAP.
It was as if he were saying, Come on, present the evidence so I can slap Mo Yinhe’s face until it swells!
Immediately, someone projected the trending topics from A Country’s social media onto the large screen in the assembly hall.
The photo of Ye Shen taking Yang Wanling to a guest room...
The photo of Ye Shen and Yang Wanling embracing each other...
The photo of Yang Wanling’s attempted suicide by cutting her wrists...
Yang Wanling’s autopsy report...
The farewell note from Yang Wanling’s secondary social media account...
The angry comments from the netizens of A Country...
One by one, scene by scene, all were displayed on the giant screen, each piece of evidence powerful enough to make Mo Yinhe’s face sting with resounding slaps!
Si Lisao and Feng Chonghua both watched him with a smile.