Mistress (2)
How tricky was that question?!
It was tricky enough to answer. If Ye Lang didnât care about Little Xinâs feelings, and directly said Kesha was more important, then Little Xin would be heartbroken. There would be cracks in their relationship.
Of course, that was only what they thought. They didnât know Little Xin wasnât human. She was as emotionless as a reanimated spirit can be. She didnât have any opinions on matters like these.
Ye Lang didnât know what they thought though. He wouldnât have cared even if he knew though, becauseâŠ
âOf course my Little Xin is more important!â replied Ye Lang without hesitation.
âAhâŠâ
Everyone was stunned speechless. No one wouldâve expected Ye Lang so say that. It was the complete opposite of what theyâd expected.
What was he doing??
âYou say your Little Xin is more important, then why are you here?â frowned the Duke, upset.
Ye Lang smiled, then slowly said, âIâm here today, to take your daughter in as my mistress!â
What?! Mistress?
Mistress, of course. He already had Little Seven as his wife. A step lower would be a mistressâŠ
You want Lady Kesha to be your mistress?!
Everyone glared at Ye Lang. They wanted to swallow Ye Lang whole, including Edward. He seemed to have forgotten againâŠ
While they were being angry, some of them did think privately⊠Iâve thought about it too, but I donât have the guts to do it!!
Ye Lang, youâre the man!
Obviously, they wouldnât help Ye Lang now, theyâd still fight him!!
Sometimes, there might be many people having the same thoughts, even if none of them dared voice it out. However, theyâd still take the higher ground to look down upon those whoâd actually voiced these thoughts out!!
âEh, what are you doing, standing there? Itâs your turn to step out, Iâm leaving!!â
Ye Langâs words suddenly echoed in Edwardâs ears. Edward had forgotten his original objective, forgotten Ye Lang was there to help him.
If he stepped out now, and at the same time defeat Ye Lang, heâd be the true hero of the people. Though this halo might only be temporary- perhaps not even shiny.
But if he stepped out now, heâd definitely get support from everyone there, increasing his own likability.
This was the effect Ye Lang wanted to achieve!!
Perhaps Ye Lang wanted Edward to step up not because he thought it was the most appropriate moment. It was only because he didnât want to continue. He was a little tired, and the matter had already been mostly settled. Edward can deal with the rest on his own.
This was still Edwardâs problem after all, Ye Lang was only there to assist. If he didnât let Edward show off his skills, how could he impress Kesha? And even if Edward had to suffer a little, itâd leave a beautiful memory in their lives!
If Ye Lang solved the problem entirely, then theyâd only remember Ye Lang and none of themselves. Not a great solution at all!
Of course, Ye Lang didnât think about it. He was leaving because he didnât feel like staying any longer!
âHurry up!! It wonât be my fault if someone else steals your Lady Kesha!!â
Edward was still stunned. Thank goodness for Ye Langâs reminder, for he immediately stepped forward. No one volunteered before him.
âYe Lang, you should just go home! Youâre not welcome here!â Edward could only warn him coldly. He couldnât insult Ye Lang, nor could he scold him, so he resorted to looking like he was too angry to say anything.
âOh, then Iâll goâŠâ nodded Ye Lang, as if wanting to leave without even challenging Edward.
ââŠâ Edward fell silent. Brother, you should at least fight me!! Everyone would be suspicious now, they might suspect something going on between us!
And if that happens, Iâll never be able to get myself out of it!!
Brother, I beg you, come back. I canât deal with this aloneâŠ
Edward, at this point, was very close to dragging Ye Lang back. He couldnât do that though, so he prayed silently in his heart.
Ye Lang seemed to have heard Edwardâs prayers. He stopped, turned around, then said solemnly, âOh, right, I shouldnât leave! You asked me to leave, and I listened. Wonât that just be embarrassing for me?â
Edward almost cried and hugged Ye Lang to thank Ye Lang for turning back.
At the same time, Kesha, who was sitting outside of the yard, paid full attention to this Edward. From the moment he spoke, she was sure that this coal-black⊠thing, no, man, was her loveâ Edward Jean.
Keshaâs eyes filled with confusion. Why was Edward black? Did he make himself black on purpose? Or did something happen?
Kesha didnât know, but she wasnât worried. She was now concerned about the other problemâ how was Edward going to deal with Ye Lang the âfilthy scumâ?
In everyoneâs hearts, Ye Lang was the definition of lowly scum, the shameless of the shamelessâŠ
It was only Edward who thought differently, for he knew the reason!
He thought Ye Lang would use proper techniques to fight him instead of the nasty tricks he pulled. They should fight for real so he could show them his true abilities. It would be a brilliant fight!
However, that was only what he thought. He wasnât sure if Ye Lang would go along with it!
Edward moved immediately. Sweat sprung from his forehead as he saw a shimmering energy bullet flew past his torso. It was so close it almost brushed his skin!!
What was this jerk thinking? What if I couldnât dodge that?
Edward was about to throw him a cruel insult but he suddenly realised it might not be appropriate for the occasion. Most importantly, Ye Lang didnât give him the chance either.
Ye Lang didnât stop because of Edward but continued firing at him!
Fuck, Ye Lang you bastard! He couldnât help but wonder if Ye Lang actually liked Kesha.
Are you helping me or what?!