TNIBFT -Chapter 277 From Now On, I’ll Listen to You

“Shuangxue!”

“Old Sun!”

By the time Ye Tian arrived, the battle was already over. Seeing the ground littered with corpses and rivers of blood, he rushed anxiously to Ye Shuangxue’s side.

Duan Qingshan followed closely behind with the main force.

Ye Shuangxue was holding Qin Fengyi by the neck, her chin resting on Qin Fengyi’s shoulder. Her eyes were red, and her big eyes looked as if they had just been washed with tears—she had clearly been crying.

“Dad!”

Seeing Ye Tian approach, Ye Shuangxue called out in a low voice. Normally, she would have reached out for him to pick her up.

But today, clinging so closely to Qin Fengyi—what was going on?

“Master!”

“Why did you take so long to get here? You have no idea… that androgynous bastard actually controlled Senior Sun. You don’t know how dangerous it was just now. I—”

Old Yang continued jabbering, but Ye Tian pressed a large hand against his face. Old Yang staggered back, flailing his hands and feet.

Ye Tian looked at Qin Fengyi. “You must have arrived first. Otherwise, just with Old Yang alone, he wouldn’t have been able to handle the followers in the village.”

“Trouble again, huh?”

Ye Tian felt embarrassed.

Every time, Qin Fengyi was always at the front lines. He felt like a man living off someone else’s efforts.

“No trouble at all. Shuangxue is my daughter. This is what I should do.”

Qin Fengyi smiled.

Daughter?

Old Yang’s jaw nearly dropped. His bulging, dead-fish eyes darted from Ye Tian to Qin Fengyi. His mind was a total jumble.

What shocking revelation was this?

To marry Ye Tian, had Lord Meng achieved such enlightenment?

Or perhaps, this lady was actually Lord Meng’s daughter, meaning Shuangxue wasn’t Ye Tian’s biological child at all?

Old Yang’s gaze softened slightly as he looked at Ye Shuangxue.

“Let’s go!”

“What are you all standing around for? There’s poisonous smoke all over this courtyard. If you stay too long, you’ll lose clarity of mind,” Sun Wuji shouted. Everyone immediately covered their noses and followed their master out.

“Poisonous?”

Old Yang’s expression changed drastically. Forgetting about gossip, he wanted to escape quickly. Suddenly, he stepped on something slippery, nearly falling flat on his seat.

“Damn it!”

“What the hell?”

Old Yang cursed under his breath and looked down. He saw his own footprints on Wei Wuhuan’s arm and felt a chill run down his spine. Swallowing nervously, seeing that Ye Tian and Qin Fengyi’s people had already exited the courtyard, he didn’t dare think further and hurriedly ran forward.

After a moment’s thought, Old Yang suddenly turned back, stomped on Wei Wuhuan’s arm, and grabbed the bracelet from his hand.

“This thing is a treasure! Not taking it would be a waste!”

“Damn, even a dead demon has bones this hard?”

“Unbelievable!”

Old Yang put all his strength into it, finally plopping down in the snow. Holding the pale purple bracelet, he wiped it on his clothes with satisfaction before tucking it into his chest.

“Don’t shut the door!”

“I’m still in here!”

Seeing the vermilion gate slowly closing, Old Yang shouted, being the last to exit the courtyard.

Outside the gate, Duan Qingshan and the others were ready with tung oil. They poured it around, and with a wave from Ye Tian, they threw torches into the courtyard. In moments, a roaring blaze shot into the sky, turning the mountaintop a fiery red. Ye Tian led everyone down the mountain.

“Burning it was for the best!”

“The people around here are ignorant and easily misled. If this Goddess Palace isn’t eliminated, the things inside that confuse the mind would be a disaster for ordinary people,” Sun Wuji said calmly.

Ye Tian glanced at Old Man Sun. He didn’t know what Sun had gone through in the past three days, but Sun Wuji looked utterly exhausted, his gaze noticeably deeper than before.

He didn’t want to ask.

Ye Tian also didn’t.

Old Yang was driving the carriage that brought Ye Shuangxue over. On the return trip, it would still be Old Yang driving, with Ye Shuangxue and Sun Wuji inside the carriage.

Qin Fengyi lifted her daughter into the carriage and soothed her a little, then swung herself onto her horse. Her figure was like green bamboo—graceful, heroic, and pleasing to the eye. Feeling the gaze from behind, Qin Fengyi, who had already ridden a few meters ahead, pulled on the reins. The black stallion immediately turned around, snorted, and spun in place, flicking its tail.

She looked down at Ye Tian from her height.

Ye Tian felt awkward and pursed his lips.

Qin Fengyi lightly pushed with her legs, and the horse lifted its hooves, stepping forward a few paces. Before Ye Tian could react, Qin Fengyi extended a hand and raised an eyebrow: “Not going?”

Looking at the slender, delicate, fair-skinned fingers in front of him, Ye Tian couldn’t help but smile.

Was this her actively caring for him?

Progress!

Before Ye Tian could speak, Qin Fengyi kicked the horse’s belly, and it surged forward. Ye Tian’s eyes widened.

The next moment, he felt his arms tighten, lifted into the air by a tremendous force. His back seemed pressed against something soft. This was the second time he had been in such close contact with a girl. His heart raced, muscles tensed.

The horse galloped, and he could even feel Qin Fengyi’s gentle lips and the warmth of her breath.

“Don’t be nervous!”

Her voice reached him, and Ye Tian calmed himself, sitting up straight. “I’m not nervous. But you, a young beauty, shouldn’t be so rough next time!”

“I wasn’t ready. You suddenly lifted me—I felt helpless…”

“And so many people are watching…”

Ye Tian blushed. As the city lord, he was often grabbed by women in public. With Duan Qingshan and his men watching, how could he maintain dignity and authority in the future?

“But… my head is spinning, woman!”

Ye Tian grinned and weakly leaned against Qin Fengyi’s shoulder.

Qin Fengyi was momentarily stunned, then after a couple of breaths, said, “Got it.”

“From now on, I’ll listen to you!”

Her voice was cool and clear, like a babbling spring.

The snowfield stretched desolate and white.

The galloping horse was the only color in the ink-and-wash landscape.

Duan Qingshan led a large troop, escorting a group of Goddess Sect believers and remaining followers into the city for judgment.

…

At this moment, in the carriage, Sun Wuji closed his eyes to rest and regain his energy.

Old Yang’s face was red from the cold, gritting his teeth as he urged the horses: “Go!”

“Move it! Didn’t you eat enough this morning?”

“Come on, hurry!”

Old Yang cursed as he drove. Inside the carriage, seeing that his master was unharmed, Ye Shuangxue lifted the curtain and leaned toward Old Yang.

“Uncle Yang, do you remember what your mother was like?”

The little girl asked suddenly, a trace of melancholy in her voice.

Old Yang froze for a moment, then feigned nonchalance: “Who remembers her?”

“When I was four, my stepfather sold me. I was even smaller than you, couldn’t speak properly, only had two tattered clothes… Who remembers how I survived back then?”

Ye Shuangxue stared at Old Yang.

She hadn’t expected Uncle Yang to have suffered so much.

She leaned against him, her small head resting on his arm. Old Yang’s eyes rolled around, thinking for a long moment before speaking: “Even if you aren’t Ye Tian’s biological daughter, it’s fine. I can still be your dad. We’ll sneak away together and roam the world, righting wrongs.”

Ye Shuangxue’s little face fell, and she didn’t say anything.

“Oi!” Old Yang suddenly yelped and flew out of the carriage.