In the Young Master’s residence, Luo Haitian had changed into a white silk robe, seated upon his grand dais with a face clouded in deep displeasure...
The entire hall was cavernous and empty; not a single eunuch was in sight, lending it a silence as profound as that of the Nine Nether Abyss...
“Tap-tap…” It was precisely at that moment that light footsteps sounded from outside the hall. Luo Haitian slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed toward the main entrance...
A gracefully curved silhouette instantly appeared in the doorway. By the dim lamplight, one could make out the visitor wearing a semi-sheer, pale-pink gauze skirt, subtly revealing smooth, snowy shoulders. A mere glimpse was enough to send the wicked heat within Luo Haitian surging uncontrollably...
As the woman advanced, step by step, revealing a face of beauty capable of toppling nations, Luo Haitian’s eyes had already turned a stark, crimson red...
“This humble servant, Yao Yao, pays respects to the Young Master…” The woman halted five or six paces before Luo Haitian and performed a courtly curtsy with perfect deference. Her voice was soft, yet it seemed to carry an intoxicating power capable of drawing one’s very soul inward...
“Rise… Miss Yao Yao, please be seated…” Luo Haitian took a deep breath, successfully suppressing the rising tide of dark desire. He spoke, though a noticeable urgency laced his words...
“Thank you for the honor, Young Master…” Yao Yao returned the gesture with another slight bow before slowly rising. She moved to a nearby seat and settled down, finally looking up at Luo Haitian, “I wonder what urgent matter called this humble servant before the Young Master so late this evening...”
The moment he saw Yao Yao’s eyes, which held a faint, almost ethereal blue tint, Luo Haitian finally grasped the full meaning behind her name...
They were truly eyes of profound enchantment, yet overwhelmingly captivating; they seemed to contain powerful, swirling vortices capable of sucking his entire spirit into their depths...
A woman named Yao Yao, whose first smile could captivate a city, and whose second could bring down an empire...
Truly extraordinary. It was no wonder that in just three days, she had managed to bring a figure like Qin Yunxiao under her influence...
“Miss Yao Yao, there are no outsiders here; please dispense with the formalities… I have indeed sought your counsel for a specific matter,” Luo Haitian said, composing his expression...
“The Young Master overestimates me; I am but a humble servant. You need only command, there is no need to speak of seeking aid,” Yao Yao replied with a faint smile. Every movement she made exuded an inexhaustible allure...
Especially the serpentine grace of her waist, which twisted subtly, conjuring waves of intoxicating charm...
“You must already be aware of this Martial Examination. I had expected Qin Yunxiao to secure a spot in the finals with ease, but to think he was defeated by someone associated with the Third Brother…” At this point, Luo Haitian let out a heavy sigh, his demeanor showing deep frustration...
“Does the Young Master mean for Yao (Full text novel reading, exclusively at .1.(1.m.Literature Net) Yao to approach that person and learn everything about him?” Yao Yao’s light-blue eyes flickered slightly as she spoke...
“Miss Yao Yao is indeed perceptive. That is precisely my intention. I wonder what you think of this proposition?” Luo Haitian offered a slight smile...
“The Young Master need not worry; Yao Yao will not fail this mission. However, tomorrow is the final round of the Martial Examination, and there is so little time tonight…”
“Miss Yao Yao need not trouble herself over tomorrow. No one can stop the finals from proceeding. I merely wish to thoroughly investigate what hidden forces the Third Brother still commands… There is no need to rush things,” Luo Haitian interjected before Yao Yao could finish...
“Then I shall take charge of everything. Does the Young Master have any other instructions so that I may prepare accordingly?” Yao Yao said, maintaining her unhurried pace...
“No, Miss Yao Yao. If you have matters to attend to, please feel free to take your leave,” Luo Haitian said with a mild smile...
He could dismiss anyone near him, even the Grandmasters of the Four Sects, treating them with utter composure. But toward the woman before him, he reacted instinctively. Though her figure was exquisite and her presence overwhelmingly enchanting, Luo Haitian allowed himself only fleeting thoughts, daring not to harbor any actual designs on her—at least, not yet...
Not only did he himself abstain, but even the decadent Master Tao, who stood behind him, had his lust profoundly stirred upon first seeing Yao Yao. Yet, the moment he learned of her true identity, he immediately abandoned any such notion, never daring to appear before her again thereafter...
“Then Yao Yao takes her leave…” Yao Yao stood up and performed another respectful bow...
“Please…” Luo Haitian said, watching as Yao Yao gracefully retreated from the hall...
One day, you will beg for mercy upon my bed, Luo Haitian thought fiercely, watching the provocative sway of her retreating form...
The next day, the sun shone with exceptional brilliance, as if aware that the final contest of the Shu Yun Kingdom’s Martial Trials was scheduled to take place...
White clouds drifted across the sky, and the golden-red sunlight poured down, bathing the entire capital city in a warm hue...
The Capital City, The Royal Palace...
Outside the Tianwu Hall, where the Sovereign Luo Xiaofeng held his morning court, the plaza had been entirely cleared. This space was designated as the arena for the final martial competition, to be personally overseen by the State Ruler...
Civil and military officials had arrived early. Ye Jingyu and Huangfu Buyue were, naturally, present ahead of schedule. This particular match was unlike any other; the Ruler himself would be the chief inspector...
By custom and propriety, there was no excuse for keeping the Sovereign waiting...
The Young Master, the Second Young Master, the Third Young Master, the Seventh Young Master, and indeed all the other princes and princesses, had also arrived early. As members of the Royal Clan, eunuchs had prepared tables and chairs for them to fully enjoy the spectacle...
Ye Jingyu was dressed in a black warrior’s uniform that day, his black hair tied neatly at the nape of his neck, appearing spirited and refreshed. His dark eyes would occasionally flicker toward Luo Ling’er within the royal contingent, yet he did not spare even a glance for Huangfu Buyue, who stood directly across from him...
This left Huangfu Buyue deeply speechless, his face etched with helpless exasperation...
This fellow truly has an air of profound arrogance, Huangfu Buyue mused inwardly, seeing Ye Jingyu’s gaze drift toward the royal assembly. A bitter smile touched the corner of his lips...
As a disciple of the Capturing Dragon Sect, any young competitor facing him usually proceeded with extreme caution. Unlike this one, who barely spared him a single look...
At that moment, the reedy, duck-like voice of the ceremonial eunuch suddenly rang out: Sovereign Luo Xiaofeng had arrived...
Everyone present, whether officials or the gathered princes and princesses, rose instantly from their seats, their entire attention fixed solemnly in the direction of the sound...
Ye Jingyu naturally looked up as well, but his expression remained utterly devoid of reverence, even knowing he was about to face the foremost figure in the Shu Yun Kingdom.