Chapter 1539 - 1516: Calamity of Bloodshed
Ye Huan’s eyebrows furrowed into a "川" shape, confused as to why this was happening.
Could it be that Ling Meijiao had been involved with Shangguan Shenzhou and his group recently, even gone to bed with them?
No way!
It definitely wasn’t that simple!
The strength of Shangguan Shenzhou and his group already exuded something strange!
The most crucial thing was, after some reflection, Ye Huan unexpectedly discovered that he seemed to feel a sense of familiarity with Ling Meijiao’s aura, especially familiar!
Familiar to the extreme!
It was as if he had spent a long period with Ling Meijiao before!
Moreover, there was a good chance that Shangguan Shenzhou’s group was in disguise, and their true identities were someone else.
What on earth was going on?
Ye Huan thought it over carefully, his intuition telling him he seemed to have fallen into a trap!
A huge trap!
"No way, I have to find out!" Ye Huan thought to himself, deciding to go find Ling Meijiao to meet this woman. He gently moved the covers off himself and got up to leave the tent.
Unbeknownst to him, Ling Fufu, who sensed his departure, had already awakened.
"In the middle of the night, leaving just after receiving a message, what’s going on? Who is he meeting?" For some reason, Ling Fufu felt a surge of jealousy ignite within her, making her very uncomfortable!
Very displeased!
"Isn’t he going for a midnight tryst with a vixen? Ye Huan, I’ll kill you!" Ling Fufu immediately got furious at the thought of this possibility, angrily clenching her teeth as she crawled off the straw bed, got dressed, and started secretly following Ye Huan!
When she discovered Ye Huan outside Ling Meijiao’s tent and saw Ling Meijiao pulling him inside with her slender, jade-like arms, Ling Fufu was utterly enraged!
As expected, this bastard Ye Huan couldn’t restrain his impulses and succumbed to the vixen’s allure, coming here for a thrill!
"Zing——"
Ling Fufu was so infuriated that she explosively drew the Blue Rose Sword. For a moment, she really wanted to storm into the tent and give Ling Meijiao, who was enticing Ye Huan, a painful lesson.
But soon, she regained her composure.
No, she was just supposed to be Ye Huan’s temporary wife.
They had both agreed not to interfere in each other’s private lives!
So why should she be angry?
What did it matter if Ye Huan was with Ling Meijiao?
Ling Fufu forced herself to "calm" down, sheathed her sword, but an intense flame of jealousy and a murderous aura still blazed in her eyes as she stared at the tent!
Especially when she heard Ling Meijiao’s coquettish laughter and comments like, "You’re so bad, Ye Shao," she was even more furious, but kept her rationality and didn’t storm into the tent; otherwise, it would show how much she cared about Ye Huan.
Otherwise, wouldn’t that show she was breaking their agreement?
"Ling Fufu, calm down! Calm down! This isn’t something you need to concern yourself with, Ye Huan can sleep with whoever he wants, it’s not like you actually like him anyway!" Ling Fufu consoled herself internally, then in one swift motion, drew the Blue Rose Sword again, rushing into Ling Meijiao’s tent!
"Ling Meijiao, come out here and die, I’ll chop you to death today!" Ling Fufu roared as she stormed into the tent, her dark red hair swirling in the air, she really looked like an enraged demoness!
Ye Huan and Ling Meijiao, who were sitting there drinking tea, were both startled!
Yes, drinking tea!
Their meeting wasn’t intimate like Ling Fufu had imagined, they were merely sitting and drinking tea.
They hadn’t done anything inappropriate.
"Miss Fufu, up so late, came for a rendezvous?" Ling Meijiao, regaining her composure, smirked somewhat playfully.
It made Ling Fufu blush deeply: "What are you two doing here, why were you just..."
"Nothing, just drinking tea." Ling Meijiao spread her hands and replied helplessly.
"Then earlier..."
"When I was pulling Ye Shao into the tent just now, he accidentally kicked over the small table, so I said he was ’bad’, what of it? By the way, you must want to ask why I laughed, right? Well, obviously because Ye Shao came to find me so late at night, I was very happy and laughed~ To be honest, I do want something marvelous to happen with Ye Shao, but before that, we need to warm up a bit, so I thought of having some tea with him first." Ling Meijiao said, with a coquettish smile and a flirtatious glance at Ye Huan.
Ye Huan pretended to be unsettled, displaying a hint of expectation on his face, but it was all an act; he had no interest in Ling Meijiao, someone of such character.
Ling Fufu realized she had misunderstood Ye Huan and Ling Meijiao earlier, wishing she could dig a hole and hide. But Ling Meijiao’s last remarks and Ye Huan’s "expectant" response reignited her fury!
She sheathed her sword, sat down beside Ye Huan, crossed her arms, and her gaze kept switching between Ling Meijiao and Ye Huan, her expression icy, she was determined to see if they dared to do anything in front of her.
"Miss Fufu, have a cup too." Ling Meijiao offered a cup of tea to Ling Fufu with a giggle, seemingly unaffected.
Ling Fufu accepted, took a small sip, and said flatly, "The tea’s good, thanks."
"No need to thank me, just hope you leave quickly after the tea, I’m really eager for some one-on-one time with Ye Shao." Ling Meijiao winked exaggeratedly, nearly making Ling Fufu faint with rage.
The implication was clear: she considered Ling Fufu a third wheel, trying to shoo her away.
As the Ling family’s eldest daughter, Ling Fufu had never been treated like this before!
She almost wanted to rip Ling Meijiao to shreds!
At a critical moment, Ye Huan coughed twice, deliberately speaking in a somewhat sheepish tone, "Miss Meijiao, please don’t use such ambiguous words, didn’t you ask me here to help you? I didn’t come here to have some alone time with you!"
Hearing this, Ling Meijiao’s lips curved slightly upwards, understanding Ye Huan’s implication.
He merely wanted to maintain his image in Ling Fufu’s eyes, signaling Ling Meijiao to help keep up the facade.
In short, this Ye Huan was a notorious flirt, far from the upright image he tried to project.
Having his cake and eating it too.
But that played in her favor.
The more lustful Ye Huan was, the easier it would be for Ling Meijiao to achieve her own goals.
However, Ling Meijiao chose not to expose Ye Huan, instead saying, "Indeed, I just asked Ye Shao over to help with something, it’s nothing as vile as Miss Fufu imagines."
"Help? Help with what?" Ling Fufu asked suspiciously, her sharp gaze continuously scrutinizing Ye Huan and Ling Meijiao.
Ling Meijiao smiled subtly, her expression suggestive, "Quite simply, I felt lonely and cold in the middle of the night and wanted Ye Shao’s help to comfort my wounded heart..."
"Miss Meijiao, please be serious!" Ye Huan retorted with feigned severity, chastising her, his eyes purposefully darting evasively under Ling Meijiao’s scrutiny.
Ling Meijiao’s sly smile grew slightly wider, as she waved a hand and said, "Alright, alright, in reality, I asked Ye Shao to come over to give him a heads up: when we meet the Shangguan Clan’s genius tomorrow, it would be best to seize the chance to surrender quickly. Otherwise..."
Here, Ling Meijiao paused, a meaningful expression crossing her face, "Otherwise, according to my divination, I fear you might encounter a bloody disaster!"