TNIBFT -Chapter 238 The Iron Straight Man

“Who are you?”

“Let go of the Imperial Uncle!”

“Assassinating the Imperial Uncle is a crime punishable by extermination of the entire nine clans! You madman, release him at once!”

Zhao Boping’s trusted aides shouted in terror.

Sun Wujie frowned, his snow-white eyebrows knitting together. He blinked at Ye Tian, and seeing that Ye Tian remained silent, he huffed angrily, “The nine clans—my nine clans—consist only of my little disciple and Ye Tian. You want to kill my little disciple?”

Everyone exchanged bewildered looks.

No one understood what this old madman was talking about.

At that moment, all eyes in the arena focused on Sun Wujie’s right hand.

The people of Daliang were worried, terrified.

Fang Shenghu and Zhu Heyu, along with the others, stared with anticipation. They had waited so long for this moment; what once seemed impossible had now, against all odds, come to pass.

The people of Dazhou looked on at Qin Fengyi, completely bewildered.

Sun Wujie looked down at Zhao Boping in his hand, shaking his head helplessly. “In this life, there’s nothing I hate more than being threatened by others.”

“Your subordinates are no exception!”

Zhao Boping was so aggrieved he could almost cry. He truly didn’t dare!

He shook his head, about to beg for mercy. He could promise gold, silver, jewels, official ranks, power… Being the Imperial Uncle of Daliang, Zhao Boping was confident no one would dare kill him. He was just about to speak.

Sun Wujie’s right hand pressed lightly: “Crack!”

A crisp sound rang out.

The hearts of everyone from Daliang dropped to the bottom of the valley. Terrified, they watched Zhao Boping, whose head suddenly drooped, his arms hanging limp at his sides. His body went soft like a rag.

Dead!

The Imperial Uncle, the man with power over the world, was dead just like that?

The people of Daliang couldn’t believe it. Their eyes, full of fear, shifted between Zhao Boping’s corpse and Sun Wujie.

Sun Wujie, seemingly unconcerned, casually tossed Zhao Boping’s body aside. With a lift of his hand, Zhao Boping flew several meters before crashing heavily to the ground. Clad in luxurious clothes and covered in gold, jade, and jewels, the Imperial Uncle now lay on the ground like trash, eyes wide, face smudged with dirt.

“Hahaha…”

“This is my carriage! The carriage is mine—it’s all mine!”

Sun Wujie laughed with excitement. Seeing the coachman sitting frozen in terror atop the carriage, he kicked him off. “Go, go, go! This is mine! Get down!”

He grabbed the whip from the carriage and swung it excitedly. “Drive!”

The carriage careened wildly like a headless fly, crashing into everything in its path.

The scene descended into chaos.

“Young master, what kind of person is this senior?” Liao Fanjun asked from behind Ye Tian, looking toward Sun Wujie.

“My family!”

Ye Tian replied calmly, then glanced at Liao Fanjun with a serious look: “Also, there are things you shouldn’t ask about. Focus on your own duties.”

“Yes!”

Liao Fanjun was utterly shocked, clasping his fists and bowing his head.

Elsewhere, Sun Wujie drove the carriage wildly, thrilled like a child with a new toy, weaving through the crowd as he waved to Ye Tian. “Ye Tian, isn’t this fun? Do you want to get on?”

“Hurry, get on! We’re about to take off!”

Ye Tian was speechless.

The carriage was careening like a racecar, its wheels barely holding on. He wanted to live a few more years, thank you very much.

Seeing that Ye Tian ignored him, Sun Wujie grew bored and drove the carriage out of the valley.

The moment Sun Wujie left, the atmosphere immediately tensed.

Master Nie had been seriously wounded by Qin Fengyi.

With Zhao Boping dead, the Daliang soldiers surrendered en masse, dropping their armor and weapons, kneeling obediently. Zhu Heyu shouted, “Do not kill the surrendering!”

“Those who resist, kill without mercy!”

In less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, all who were meant to die were killed. Those left were the surrendered, disarmed soldiers.

Zhu Heyu and Liao Fanjun managed the surrendered soldiers.

Meanwhile…

Qin Fengyi, along with her subordinates, was busy accounting for the wounded and the dead.

She wore a dark red robe, her figure tall and straight. Her cloak flapped in the heavy snow as she moved. Her thoughts were in disarray—she didn’t know what to do next.

“Lord, everything has been taken care of!”

“Should we return to Sifang City now, or…?”

Nanfeng’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

She turned her head slightly and glanced at the bottom of the valley. The Daliang troops had already been absorbed and enslaved by Ye Tian’s forces. Zhao Boping’s elite subordinates had also been taken by Ye Tian’s men. With Ye Tian’s abilities and his skill at managing people, Sifang City would be completely revitalized within a year.

“Return to Sifang City first. We can discuss the rest later!”

Qin Fengyi deftly swung herself onto her horse.

Nanfeng cupped his fists in acknowledgment and followed closely behind.

The battlefield had been cleared.

The treasures and money Zhao Boping brought were enough to fill two large carts, along with various precious herbs, armor, and weapons. This raid had been a blooded but profitable one.

Ye Tian’s eyes swept across the scene.

He met Qin Fengyi’s gaze—one from a high horse looking down, the other from the snow below looking up. Four eyes met.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Seeing this, Nanfeng quietly rode a few steps ahead to wait for Qin Fengyi at a short distance.

Ye Tian took a deep breath and patted the snow off his hands. He thought that, if possible, he wanted to give himself and the mother of his children another chance.

He couldn’t deny that he liked Meng Yuquan.

He felt strongly about her.

Whether it was because of the child or for some other reason, she had repeatedly saved him. Just for that alone, she was worthy of trust and of friendship.

As Ye Tian stepped closer to her, Qin Fengyi became flustered.

Her snow-white hands gripped the reins tightly. Her delicate face remained calm, but the slight flicker in her eyes betrayed her unease.

“You…”

“I…”

They spoke at the same time. Qin Fengyi’s ears flushed red, but she arched an eyebrow and said calmly, “You go first!”

Ye Tian smiled. “I can’t ride a horse. Can you take me back?”

His expression was awkward.

After all, in this era, almost every man could ride a horse—even ordinary soldiers of Daliang fought mounted. Was it proper to admit he couldn’t?

He had expected Meng Yuquan to refuse.

Her subordinates looked on in horror, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.

But seeing her expressionless face, Ye Tian added, “If it’s inconvenient…”

The next second, Meng Yuquan extended her snow-white hand and gestured for him to sit in front of her on the horse, looking down at him. Her cheeks were flushed, a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her nose. Her eyes flickered as she said, “It’s fine. I’ll take you back.”

Her tone was as calm as ever.

Yet her flustered eyes made her seem all the more endearing.

Seeing Ye Tian look over, Qin Fengyi scooted back slightly—clearly intending for him to sit in front.

Ye Tian: …

This scene, no matter how he imagined it, felt uncomfortable.

“I sit in front?”

Ye Tian shook his head. “No, no, no. I’m a real man, an iron straightforward man. How could I let you protect me?”

“Ye Tian!”

Before he could finish, a loud CLANG! came from behind.

CLANG! CLANG!

Ye Tian turned to see Sun Wuji driving a horse-drawn carriage, careening wildly as if insane. Sun Wuji shouted excitedly, “I remembered! I have to take you back! I’m good to you, aren’t I?”

“You brat, get in quickly!”

No!

Ye Tian shook his head and, in the next second, grabbed Qin Fengyi’s small hand…