The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 517: "You’re Not Ninth Brother, You’re Yao Sheng!"

Chu Yan clenched his teeth, wishing he could drag Qi Hong away immediately. But with all eyes on him, he could only manage a forced smile. "I know him."

After a moment’s thought, Chu Yan figured Qi Hong might have some talisman from the White-Browed Priest that could break the formation. Pressing his lips together, he became more polite, "Do you really have a way to break the formation?"

A’Yuan was speaking to him again! Qi Hong was instantly overjoyed. He nodded slightly and said, "I have a talisman that can break any formation or spell, but this talisman is extremely valuable. Fifth Young Master must agree to one condition before I use it."

Everyone was immediately intrigued.

Emperor Muwu was present, yet this man wasn’t seeking a reward from the emperor. Instead, he wanted Chu the Fifth to agree to a condition?

The Chu family was well aware of Chu Yan’s background, and upon hearing this strange request, they immediately sensed something was off.

Chu Hanlin stepped forward, positioning himself beside Chu Yan, shielding him from Qi Hong. "State your request. Whether it’s the emperor or the Chu family, as long as it doesn’t violate our principles, we will do our best to fulfill it."

Qi Hong felt quite impatient. He wanted A’Yuan’s promise--what were these people doing interfering?

But Chu Yan, being extremely astute, had already guessed what Qi Hong was thinking. His worry deepened as he glanced at the main building, his fists tightening and then loosening. Finally, he said, "If you really have a way to break the formation, then I will agree."

As for the condition, both of them knew what it was.

"Fifth Son!" Chu Hanlin turned sharply, alarmed.

There had to be other ways to break the formation. Why was Chu Yan so quick to agree? Perhaps A’Li and the prince were merely recuperating inside, and they would naturally come out in a few days.

"Father, I know what I’m doing," Chu Yan said firmly. His face was resolute, clearly the result of careful consideration.

While he wished to stay with the Chu family, he also needed to ensure the Ninth Princess was safe and retained her strength. Otherwise, if Qi Hong became displeased, he could easily wage war.

In the past, the Ninth Prince could have led troops to resist Qi Hong. But after spending time with Qi Hong, Chu Yan had learned that Qi Hong practiced dark arts to control armies and wage war. Back then, he realized that if war broke out again, Mu Nation would most likely lose.

Although he had the Heart-Uniting Enchanting Bug and could perish with Qi Hong, doing so would leave Qi Nation without an emperor, plunging it into chaos as feudal lords fought for the throne. Ultimately, it would be the common people who would suffer.

Therefore, only by going to Qi Nation with Qi Hong could he maintain peace between the two nations and allow the people to live in peace.

"You..." Chu Hanlin’s lips moved as if to say something, but in the end, he could only sigh.

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Qi Hong, seeing that Chu Yan had agreed, was over the moon. He almost rushed over to grab Chu Yan’s shoulder and have him call him "Brother" right then and there.

But no, he had to hold back--he couldn’t reveal his identity.

Emperor Muwu, oblivious to Qi Hong’s inner thoughts, impatiently urged, "Hurry up and break the formation!"

Qi Hong reined in his emotions and took out his only talisman capable of breaking formations. He took a deep breath, ready to use it.

A’Yuan had agreed, but it would only count once the formation was broken.

The talisman was activated, glowing with a million crimson lights.

This talisman was painstakingly created by the White-Browed Priest--it was sure to break this minor formation.

Just as Qi Hong was brimming with anticipation--

Creak--

The door opened from the inside.

As soon as the door opened, the formation quickly dissipated, leaving no trace. The talisman, unable to take effect, retracted its crimson glow and floated back into Qi Hong’s hand.

"..." Qi Hong’s heart sank instantly, the smile on his face frozen.

He looked up.

At the half-opened, intricately carved door stood Ye Siheng.

He looked refreshed, his brow relaxed, and his eyes radiating a deep sense of satisfaction and joy.

Despite the cold weather, he was dressed in only an inner robe, loosely tied, with his collar half-open.

Upon seeing so many people in the courtyard, he froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard.

By some stroke of misfortune, a gust of wind blew past, sweeping his ink-black hair and revealing the red marks on his neck and chest, standing out starkly.

"You... you...!!!" Emperor Muwu’s mind went blank. He quickly rushed over, grabbed Ye Siheng, and pulled him back into the house.

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut behind them.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

After a while, everyone glanced at one another.

A bold individual whispered, "The prince’s... neck... could it be poison?"

"What do you think?" a minister beside him shot him a glare.

"This... the prince has truly crossed the line. Isn’t the princess still injured?!" The man fumed with indignation on behalf of Nanli.

Many people couldn’t help but think of the word "beast."

Chu Hanlin and the five sons of the Chu family were seething with rage.

How dare Ye Siheng!

Was A’Li alright now? Was she hurt even more?

But Emperor Muwu had dragged him inside, and as subjects, they couldn’t just storm in.

Inside the house.

Ye Siheng was slightly embarrassed. He had only come out to ask Rainbow to prepare some food. If he had known so many people were outside, he would have dressed more appropriately.

"What am I supposed to say to you?!" Emperor Muwu paced back and forth, furious.

Ye Siheng frowned slightly. "I was merely underdressed, a bit inappropriate, but there’s no need for such anger, brother."

This was his palace, his courtyard--why were so many people suddenly gathered here?

Pausing for a moment, he noticed that Emperor Muwu seemed in good spirits. He had walked several steps without losing his breath. Curious, Ye Siheng asked, "Brother, how has your health improved?"

"The heavens blessed me with a Bloody Enchanting Bug to nourish my..." Emperor Muwu abruptly stopped, waving it off in frustration. "This is not the time to discuss that! Where is Sixth Girl? How is she?!"

Ye Siheng grew even more puzzled. "She’s fine, just hungry."

"How could she be fine?! Zhi Mi said she was gravely injured, her Dantian shattered! How could you... you have the nerve to consummate the marriage with her in such a state? Do you have any conscience? Are you still my ninth brother?!"

With that, Emperor Muwu stared at him, his eyes red, filled with disappointment.

Ye Siheng coughed awkwardly, his ears burning. "How does the emperor know we consummated the marriage?"

"Have you not looked in the mirror?" Emperor Muwu rolled his eyes.

Subconsciously, Ye Siheng touched his neck and chest. He couldn’t see the marks on his neck, but the ones on his chest were perfectly visible.

"..." A’Li, you’re too ruthless.

As Emperor Muwu paced around him, he suddenly noticed that Ye Siheng’s aura had changed. Just standing there, he exuded a certain intimidating presence that sparked a sense of fear in others.

Recalling what Qingyang had said, Emperor Muwu took several steps back in horror. "You... you’re not Ninth Brother?! You’re Yao Sheng?!"