TNIBFT -Chapter 232 Villain Traits

Ye Tian quickly unfolded the rice paper.

“Yingying, from me personally.”

“After much thought, on the night before my departure, I decided to leave you a letter.”

“You seem gentle in nature, but you are strong inside. After I’m gone, I know you will not resent me, but I hope even more that you will raise your own children and find happiness. I may not be able to give it to you myself, but I hope someone can protect you fully.”

“I, Fang Shenghu, am nothing remarkable in this life—just an ordinary guard of the Ye family. The general has shown me favor. To me, Ye Tian is my master, even more than a brother. Through five years of hardship, I’ve watched three children grow up. I could not provide Ye Tian and his children a good life, and I often lie awake at night, burdened with guilt and regret.”

“After I leave, Yingying, if you still care for me, please take care of the three children for me.”

“My life has been frugal; I have no extra wealth, only a few pieces of silver in this package. The shoes you made fit me perfectly. I think that even if I leave now, I have no regrets.”

“Signed, Fang Shenghu.”

Ye Tian felt a tightness in his chest.

Duan Yingying’s eyes were red; she grabbed Ye Tian, pleading: “He’s just an ordinary man! He doesn’t know much, his martial skills are poor—why send him to his death?”

“I beg you! Tell me where he went! Let me see him! Let me see him!”

Duan Yingying shook Ye Tian relentlessly.

Ye Tian stood frozen, stunned.

He remembered when he first transmigrated here—Fang Shenghu would bring him food every day. Ye Tian would refuse to eat, but he’d watch them eat and smile quietly in the corner, observing him.

Calling him “Brother Fang” would make his eyes glisten with emotion. Even if it cost him his life, he would hesitate not at all.

He doted even more on the three children.

An ordinary man, yet Fang Shenghu had already given everything he had to ensure the children could survive in Sifang City.

“Yingying!” Duan Qingshan’s face grew stern as he pulled Duan Yingying aside. “How could the master know?”

“The master just returned. Hurry back to your room!”

Duan Qingshan scolded her.

Duan Yingying shook her head, grabbing Duan Qingshan’s clothes, collapsing to her knees: “Brother, please go save Brother Fang! I beg you!”

“Without him, I would have died long ago…”

“Save Brother Fang! Even if you won’t save him, at least tell me where he is! Please!”

Sobbing, Duan Yingying’s body shook. She wanted to die alongside Fang Shenghu.

If they could not sleep in life together, then in death, they could share the same grave!

Ye Tian coldly glanced at Liao Fanjun beside him. “Speak. Where did they go to assassinate Zhao Boping?”

“This…”

Liao Fanjun hesitated, torn.

Everything had been planned together. Fang Shenghu was to guide the way to Honghekou, while Zhu Heyu and his father would lead the assassination of Zhao Boping. The goal this time was not necessarily to kill Zhao Boping; someone was to impersonate Ye Tian’s death, and this group would escort Ye Tian out of Sifang City.

But they had not anticipated that Ye Tian would suddenly become city lord, throwing all plans into disarray.

So this batch of people led by Fang Shenghu was going to die!

There was no chance of survival!

Ye Tian drew a deep breath and looked at Liao Fanjun: “From now on, you are the vanguard of Sifang City.”

“Wang Dadao, right vanguard!”

“Duan Qingshan, mobilize the troops. We head to Honghekou immediately!”

“Yes!”

Duan Qingshan saluted and quickly left.

Duan Yingying glanced at Ye Tian, quickly wiping her tears and rushing back to gather her things.

“Young master, no matter how many people we take, it won’t help—Zhao Boping’s subordinates…”

Liao Fanjun spoke helplessly; he did not want to watch Ye Tian march to his death.

Ye Tian raised a hand to stop him and stared resolutely at the door. “You are the vanguard. Are you still afraid of death?”

“Even when my father was around, you would question his words?”

“Subordinate dares not!” Liao Fan knelt on one knee, saying no more.

After arranging everything, Ye Tian turned and entered the backyard.

The backyard was quiet.

The snow on the ground had already half-melted, leaving the wet earth reflecting a faint glow.

The icicles on the old locust tree were slowly dripping.

As soon as Ye Tian stepped into the backyard, he saw the two children sitting obediently by the door, their little faces full of worry as they looked at him. Seeing Ye Tian approach, the son and daughter quickly stood up.

“Dad!”

“Dad?”

The two children, one on each side, grabbed Ye Tian’s hands. Ye Shuangxue leaned forward, bending slightly to look up at his jaw, her small eyes full of worry, a mixture of heartache and helplessness.

Ye Tian squatted down, hugging the two children tightly, his voice low and grave: “I’m sorry for making you worry!”

“It’s Dad’s fault for not being able to give you a stable life. You’re only five, and every day you’ve had to follow me, scared and anxious.”

A man without memories, surviving in a foreign world, was truly difficult.

Especially when there was an emperor constantly trying to kill him.

Ye Tian himself wasn’t afraid of dying—surviving this far was already a win—but the children were still too young…

Seeing them so sensible and well-behaved, Ye Tian’s guilt and self-reproach only deepened.

“I’m not afraid!”

“Dad isn’t afraid. As long as we’re together as a family, one day we’ll kill all our enemies and avenge Grandpa!” Ye Shuangxue’s eyes darkened, showing a hint of madness uncommon in ordinary people.

Her small hands gently patted Ye Tian’s back, her tone icy.

In her heart, she vowed that one day, everyone would fear her, fear Ye Tian, and no one would ever dare bully him again.

“The dog emperor killed Grandpa; we should kill him, take his throne, and wipe out his descendants!”

Ye Yunting said softly.

The children’s murderous intent seemed to grow by the second.

Ye Tian was instantly jolted awake.

Right!

Their family were all major villains, supreme antagonists. The plot may have changed, but the villainous traits buried in the children’s hearts could erupt at any moment.

“All this fighting and killing!”

Ye Tian pretended to be scared, gently patting the two children on the heads: “You’re still young. You don’t need to worry about adult matters. Those are things I should handle. Your job is just to be happy and carefree. Got it?”

Ye Tian looked at the two children, his gaze soft.

Ye Yunting lowered his head, touched at his father’s words, clenching his tiny fists tightly.

Ye Tian was the best dad in the world!

He bore everything himself, felt guilty for not giving his children a good life, pretended to be happy to reassure them, and gave unconditional trust and love. Ye Tian had too many virtues…

He vowed that when he grew up, he would return the very best of everything to Ye Tian!

“I know where Master is.”

Ye Shuangxue suddenly spoke. Seeing Ye Tian looking at her, she pressed her lips together: “I wasn’t eavesdropping. They were just speaking too loudly.”

The little one looked guilty, her eyes darting.

Then she continued: “They said there’s a Grandmaster-level expert. Master said that if Uncle Duan and Uncle Yang were Grandmasters, they’d both cry. Master is so powerful, he can definitely beat Old Dog Zhao and avenge Grandpa.”

Sun Wuji?

The power ceiling in this book—there was absolutely no doubt about it.

Ye Tian asked, “Where is Old Sun?”

“He’s disappeared again these past few days. Did he get into trouble?”

Hearing this, Old Yang, who had come out of the house, immediately felt confident. He knew Sun Wuji’s strength better than anyone. As long as Sun Wuji was willing to fight, even if Zhao Boping had a hundred heads, it wouldn’t be enough to stop him!