Joy of Life: Born to Ye Qingmei, raised by Li Yunrui

Chapter 93 Special Variables

Fan Xian was shocked. Although he also had many doubts about Emperor Qing, no one had ever dared to so bluntly analyze Emperor Qing's intentions in front of him.

"You mean, Emperor Qing had ill intentions from the very beginning?" Fan Xian pressed.

"Kindness?" Ye Tian scoffed. "In his eyes, everything is expendable except himself and his 'great cause.' Your mother was so brilliant and talented back then, yet she ended up like that."

"If you and I, brothers, don't prepare early, we'll likely repeat our mother's mistakes. While we can rely on Dean Chen, it's ultimately not as secure as being strong ourselves. If you can find the right method to refine and integrate your mixed internal energy, your future achievements will be limitless. As for Emperor Qing, I will make him repay what he owes us, mother and son, with interest."

Ye Tian's words were half advice, half warning, and also subtly revealed his determination to deal with Emperor Qing in the future. Fan Xian listened, his heart filled with mixed emotions: wariness of Emperor Qing, uncertainty about his own future, and a complex feeling towards Ye Tian's frankness (or rather, assertiveness). He knew Ye Tian's words were true, but he couldn't fully digest the immense amount of information contained within them in a short time.

The two then spoke in hushed tones for a long time about the current situation and potential future developments. Fan Xian realized that although Ye Tian was young, his foresight, meticulousness, and ruthlessness far surpassed his own. In Ye Tian's presence, his own petty cleverness and so-called "modern knowledge" seemed rather inadequate.

After seeing off the preoccupied Fan Xian, Ye Tian returned to the bridal chamber, where Fan Ruoruo had already prepared a hangover soup, showing her gentle and considerate nature.

However, the warm and cozy time did not last long.

That evening, after Fan Ruoruo had rested in the inner room, Ye Tian was in the outer study looking up some documents he had brought out from his mother's secret room when that familiar, deadly, and alluring fragrance quietly wafted in once again.

Li Yunrui reappeared before Ye Tian like a beautiful ghost. She seemed to have dressed up deliberately today, wearing a bright red palace dress that made her skin look even whiter and her face radiant. The charm in her eyes and brows was even more alluring and desperate than last night.

"Tian'er," she called softly, and before Ye Tian could speak, she wrapped herself around him like a water snake, pressing her hot body tightly against him, and her red lips pressed directly against his.

It was a kiss filled with possessiveness, jealousy, and resentment, intense yet lingering.

"Mother," Ye Tian frowned slightly, trying to push her away.

"Shh," Li Yunrui pressed her finger to his lips, her phoenix eyes shimmering with tears, a hint of pleading and madness in them, "Tian'er, don't push me away. I know you have feelings for me. Last night you said you wouldn't give up on me, that you would always love me, didn't you?"

Looking at the almost obsessive light in her eyes, Ye Tian felt a surge of helplessness. This foster mother's twisted feelings for him had seeped into her very bones, bordering on madness.

"Mother, Ruoruo, she..."

"Don't mention that girl!" Li Yunrui abruptly interrupted him, a sharp glint in her eyes. "Right now, it's just you and me here! Tian'er, your mother only wants you, only that you treat me as kindly as you did last night."

She kissed him again, her hands roaming freely over Ye Tian's body, doing everything she could to seduce him.

Ye Tian sighed inwardly. Faced with Li Yunrui's proactive approach, which even carried a hint of resolute determination like a moth drawn to a flame, he once again felt that indescribable helplessness and a stirring of restlessness.

In the end, he didn't completely push her away. In the shadows of the study, the two secretly kissed and cuddled again, engaging in a forbidden and dangerous "game" behind Fan Ruoruo's back, who was fast asleep in the bridal chamber.

However, just as Li Yunrui was about to take things a step further and push this "game" to its climax, Ye Tian ultimately managed to control himself at the last moment and stopped her.

"Mother, it's late, you should go back." Ye Tian's voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone left no room for doubt.

A deep sense of disappointment and resentment flashed in Li Yunrui's eyes, but she knew she couldn't push too hard. This intimacy today was already an unexpected delight. She gave Ye Tian a resentful look, planted a deep kiss on his lips, and then, with a mixture of satisfaction and loss, quietly left, just as she had come.

Ye Tian watched her disappearing figure and shook his head helplessly. This "crazy foster mother" was truly becoming more and more difficult to deal with. He quickly composed himself and put the matter out of his mind for the time being.

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In the days that followed, the entire world was completely engulfed in a news story.

—Ye Tian, ​​the Prince of Qin of Qing Kingdom, is only fourteen years old. He not only went on a killing spree in the palace, killing the Crown Prince, the Empress, and the deposed Empress, but also defeated Ye Liuyun, one of the four Grandmasters, in a single move at his own wedding banquet!

A Grandmaster at the age of fourteen!

This news spread like wildfire across the seven kingdoms and nine provinces, reaching the ears of every martial artist and even the desks of those in high positions of power.

The world was shaken!

Countless people were horrified and speechless! A Grandmaster at the age of fourteen—what kind of heaven-defying talent was this? What kind of terrifying existence was this? This had completely shattered all records in the history of martial arts and overturned everyone's understanding!

"This is terrifying! At only fourteen years old, he can defeat a veteran grandmaster like Ye Liuyun? Just what kind of monster has emerged from the Qing Kingdom?!"

"Ye Tian, ​​Ye Qingmei's son, indeed, like mother, like son! However, this cub is far too ferocious!"

"Is Emperor Qing's having this son a blessing or a curse?"

Various discussions and speculations unfolded across the world. At this moment, the name Ye Tian became the focus of the entire world's attention.

Dongyi City, City Lord's Mansion, Sword Pavilion.

A gaunt man, dressed in simple linen clothes, barefoot, and clutching an ancient longsword, stood quietly by the window, gazing towards the distant Qing Kingdom. He was none other than Si Gu Jian, the guardian deity of Dongyi City, one of the four grandmasters, and the Sword Saint.

He held a top-secret intelligence report that had just arrived from the Qing Kingdom in his hand. His usually cold and aloof eyes, usually reserved only for swords, were now filled with disbelief and shock.

"Fourteen years old, Grandmaster, defeated Ye Liuyun in one move, Ye Qingmei's son," Si Gu Jian murmured to himself. Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking his once calm and unmoving heart.

Involuntarily, the image of a woman from many years ago—dressed in white, with a sly smile, yet possessing a compassionate heart—came to mind.

Ye Qingmei.

Si Gu Jian's feelings toward this name are extremely complex. Back then, he was trapped in a bottleneck in his swordsmanship, his inner demons were rampant, and he was almost driven to madness. It was his seemingly foolish younger brother (Shadow) who somehow managed to bring Ye Qingmei to him.

The woman didn't teach him any sword techniques; she simply engaged him in a seemingly unrelated conversation.

"Why does your sword look back?" she once asked him with a smile. "Looking back, looking back, looking left, looking right, looking at all the people under heaven, but forgetting to look back on yourself. How can someone who cannot even 'see' himself clearly, who cannot 'protect' himself, wield a truly passionate and invincible sword?"

She once pointed to his simple sword hut and said, "This city is your prison, and this sword is your shackle. You think that guarding this city and the obsession in your heart is your way? Little do you know that the true way of the sword is not about guarding, but about breaking through, about creating a world that no longer needs you to work so hard to protect."

Those words, at the time, sounded like a fantasy, even somewhat heretical. But upon reflection, they were like a morning bell and evening drum, enlightening him. It was because of Ye Qingmei's words that he finally broke through his mental barrier, his swordsmanship reached a new level, he solidified his Grandmaster realm, and gained a completely new understanding of the world and the sword in his hand.

He has always kept in mind this kindness in his heart.

"Ye Qingmei's son," a glint of light flashed in Si Gu Jian's eyes, "to have such cultivation at such a young age, and such temperament, he does have some of her style."

He pondered for a moment, then made up his mind.

"Prepare the horses, I'm going to the capital of Qing Kingdom."

Si Gu Jian gave a calm instruction to the air.

A shadow emerged from the corner, and he responded respectfully.

"Master, what is the purpose of your journey?"

The disciple couldn't help but ask.

"I'm going to visit the son of an old friend."

Si Gu Jian's gaze once again turned to the distance, his voice carrying a hint of something inexplicable.

"I also want to see with my own eyes what this fourteen-year-old Grandmaster is like. I also want to test his attitude towards Emperor Qing and the world."

He wanted to see what kind of storm this "variable" left behind by Ye Qingmei would bring to this already dull and corrupt world.

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The news spread like wildfire, not only causing a huge uproar in the capital of Qing Kingdom, but also crossing national borders at an astonishing speed, reaching all corners of the country.

In the depths of the imperial palace of the Northern Qi Dynasty, in a simple, quiet room.

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