IDWBE -Chapter 246 Bronze

His room was filled day and night with increasingly harsh coughing.

Anyone who heard it felt a pang of sympathy, fearing his lungs might burst out of his throat.

Lin Yi sighed. “I thought he was a king, but he’s just bronze. This won’t do. He doesn’t even know his own level and insists on challenging the blind man—getting beaten is nobody else’s fault.”

Standing outside Ye Qiu’s room, he didn’t lower his voice. The louder he spoke, the louder the coughing inside became.

Those nearby felt deep sympathy for Ye Qiu. Encountering such a lord, it was simply his misfortune.

Xiao Xizi smiled. “Lord, the blind man was too harsh, but fortunately he held back some strength. Otherwise, missing limbs would have been a real problem.”

He figured Ye Qiu must have said something the blind man didn’t like, otherwise how could he have struck so forcefully?

Truly beating him mercilessly!

Lin Yi said, “Heaven gives great responsibility to a person, first testing their mind and will, wearing out their muscles and bones, starving their body, exhausting them. A bit of suffering is only natural.”

Jiang Chou ran in. “Lord, A-Dai has brought his new bride to pay respects to you.”

Lin Yi was surprised. “What kind of custom is this?”

Xiao Xizi said, “Lord, the custom is proper. He is close to you; his entire family’s life depends on you.”

Lin Yi said, “Hmph, someone must have advised him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have this brain. As a feudal prince, I can ignore rules; how could a fool understand?”

Xiao Xizi said, “It’s probably just his brother Cui Gengren or Ma Gui.”

Lin Yi smiled. “Then let them in.”

He walked to the front courtyard and lay down under the already flourishing grapevine. Just as he received a cup of tea from Xiao Xizi, A-Dai knelt before him with a petite woman.

“Long live the Lord!”

One voice was loud, the other timid—slightly uneven.

“Rise, you’re family, no need for such formalities,”

Lin Yi waved to A-Dai. “Help your wife up. Your own wife—you should cherish her more.”

He glanced again at A-Dai’s wife: striking figure, oval face, refined eyes and brows.

This was no longer a question of whether A-Dai was worthy—she had truly fallen into his hands.

A-Dai grinned. “Understood, Lord.”

His wife, still unaware, was hoisted up single-handedly and almost lost her balance.

Her arm hurt from being squeezed, and she didn’t dare rub it.

Lin Yi shook his head. This fool was still so reckless, not knowing how to cherish a woman.

“Go down, and in the future, listen to your wife,” Lin Yi thought for a moment. “You are a family now. If your brother gets noisy, don’t pay him much attention.”

A-Dai said, “Lord, my mother told me to listen to my brother.”

Lin Yi said, exasperated, “Your mother is gone. From now on, listen to your wife. She will also be the mother of your child.”

A-Dai pondered, then smacked his head. “Right, she will also be the mother of my child.”

Lin Yi said, “Give yourself more days off, stay home more, get along well. Remember Sanhe’s laws: hitting your wife is a crime. If you break the law, you’ll go to labor reform too.”

A-Dai boomed, “I won’t hit my wife.”

Lin Yi nodded. “Good.”

After the couple left, he sipped tea and sighed. “As the saying goes, fools have their luck. Indeed. I don’t know the bride’s character yet, but just by appearance, she’s certainly not bad.”

His only concern was that A-Dai’s child wouldn’t be as foolish.

Then he realized it needn’t be so pessimistic. A-Dai’s current foolishness was acquired, not inherited.

So there was still a chance of having a normal child.

Of course, if unlucky, they’d have to accept it.

Otherwise, what else could be done? Let him remain single forever?

Even he couldn’t manage that. Better to let it be.

Suddenly, Du Sanhe arrived.

This was unexpected—and he brought 500,000 taels of silver.

Lin Yi deliberately let him eat a meal, the host and guest fully enjoying themselves, and afterward he knelt at Hong Ying’s door, refusing to rise.

It had been three days like this.

Lin Yi watched from a distance, curious. “Three days and nights without eating or drinking?”

He admired Du Sanhe.

A once-feared hero, all for learning martial arts, could lower himself to kneel at the door of a eunuch. Truly inspirational.

A person who could bend and flex.

Xiao Xizi said, “Lord, I arrange for people to bring him food and drink daily. Though he eats little, at least he eats.”

“Oh…”

Lin Yi was a bit disappointed. The so-called martial arts masters in novels and films going three days without food or drink were evidently false.

Xiao Xizi said, “Lord, should we drive him away?”

Lin Yi said, “He’s wholeheartedly seeking to become a disciple. Why be cruel?

It’s a pity, though. If he came asking me, my heart might soften, and I’d agree immediately.”

Even if he went directly to Hong Ying, the latter would have to report to Lin Yi for approval. If Lin Yi disagreed, it would be useless.

“Lord is right.”

Xiao Xizi said so, but inwardly disagreed.

Du Sanhe was clever. If he dared make Lin Yi uncomfortable at the gate, the steward would make him pay.

As for becoming a disciple? Forget it.

After Lin Yi left with Xiao Xizi, Ye Qiu emerged from behind a pillar, slowly approaching Du Sanhe.

Du Sanhe didn’t turn. “So the rumors are true—you’ve entered Grand Master level.”

Ye Qiu smiled. “Isn’t that why you came?”

Du Sanhe nodded. “Exactly. Before, I wasn’t sure. Now I am. Hong Ying reaching Grand Master was an accident. Wang Dong reaching it was a coincidence. But you, Ye Qiu, have also reached Grand Master. That’s neither accident nor coincidence. It proves the steward has a Grand Master cultivation method.”

Ye Qiu proudly said, “I, Ye Qiu, am a naturally gifted genius. Six years ago, you were already my defeated opponent!”

Du Sanhe sneered. “Some things need no words—you know defeating me didn’t mean you could easily reach Grand Master at your age. You’re not even thirty! Without the steward, even at fifty, sixty, or your whole life, you might never break the limit! In the end, you Ye Qiu are just an ant. How much stronger are you than me?”

Ye Qiu remained expressionless.

Du Sanhe’s words were harsh but true.

Without reaching Grand Master, one remains an ant.

But he continued, “Do you think reaching Grand Master means you’re no longer an ant? In front of the steward and the blind man, you still couldn’t last three moves.”

Even after reaching Grand Master, struggling in the blind man’s hands for ten moves was all he managed!

As for the steward?

He just hoped to escape! Countering? Forget it.