Chapter 229

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Five hundred years!

So much has happened in that span of time!

The Ye Clan has fallen into decline, and the eighteen guards were all killed!

For Ye Wushuang, who had returned, this was an unbearable reality that he had to face nonetheless.

Qing Shihua continued, “Back then, Tang Wenchuan sacrificed his entire family, numbering in the dozens, to escort a group of Ye Clan members to safety, leaving behind only a single son.”

“After five hundred years, Tang Wenchuan’s descendants have dwindled down to just one—Tang Tianyou.”

“Think of how powerful the Ye Clan once was, and how revered the eighteen guards were. Look at us now; it’s truly a cause for lamentation.”

At this moment, Ye Wushuang felt a surge of rage that was almost palpable.

Tang Tianyou!

The sole surviving descendant of Tang Wenchuan was still alive!

For Ye Wushuang, this was the only piece of good news amidst a sea of bad tidings.

“Thank you, Miss Shihua, for informing me of all this,” Ye Wushuang said with a bow and a smile. “It seems that joining the Qingyun Pavilion is indeed a wise choice for me.”

“Please keep an eye on this Tang Tianyou for me,” he added. “After all, I am a descendant of the Ye Clan, and he is the descendant of Tang Wenchuan, one of the eighteen guards. In a way, we share a deep connection.”

Qing Shihua laughed and replied, “Now that you have become a guest alchemist at the Qingyun Pavilion, you will surely meet him one day.”

“Hmm.”

Ye Wushuang then asked, “Miss Shihua, do you know if any of the eighteen guards from back then… survived?”

Qing Shihua shook her head with a bitter smile. “I’m afraid not. When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when a wall collapses, everyone pushes. The Ye Clan was in dire straits back then, and the eighteen guards were loyal to the end, choosing death over betrayal. It’s likely that none of them survived.”

Ye Wushuang stood by the pavilion in silence.

For some reason, at this moment, as Qing Shihua looked at the young man before her, she sensed not admiration for the loyalty and sacrifice of his ancestors’ guards, but rather a deep sense of anger and sorrow, as if someone he knew and cared about had been killed.

In the following days, Mu Qiqi, the second-rank spiritual alchemist of the Qingyun Pavilion, truly indulged in shopping and dining in Liuyue City with Liu Yuemei and Ye Feifei, the mother and daughter duo. In just a few days, Liu Yuemei and Ye Feifei were completely won over by Mu Qiqi. Leveraging the favor she had gained from the two, Mu Qiqi began to seek out Ye Wushuang daily, bombarding him with endless questions.

Initially, Mu Qiqi maintained a certain decorum, claiming that they were discussing alchemy. Later, she dropped all pretenses and made it clear that she was determined to stick to Ye Wushuang.

It wasn’t that Mu Qiqi, a second-rank spiritual alchemist, lacked knowledge; rather, Ye Wushuang’s understanding of alchemy was simply too extraordinary.

One day, outside the Wang family residence.

Ye Qingfeng, Liu Yuemei, Ye Feifei, Xiao Yuan, Ye Wushuang, and He Bo, the six of them, were preparing to leave with Mu Qiqi and Qing Shihua.

In these past few days, Ye Wushuang had fully recovered, thanks to the powerful effects of the heart-protecting elixir.

Now that he was healed, Ye Wushuang was ready to head to the capital, and Mu Qiqi had naturally extended a warm invitation.

Outside the Wang family residence.

The father and daughter duo of Wang Hongsheng and Wang Xueqi, as well as the father and daughter duo of Xia Lei and Xia Yusan, all bid them farewell warmly.

“Prince Ye, if you ever have time, do come back to Liuyue City. I will have someone keep the Ye family residence well-maintained,” Wang Hongsheng laughed heartily.

“Thank you,” Ye Wushuang replied with a bow.

He looked at Wang Xueqi and said with a smile, “See you in the capital.”

“Hmm.”

He had originally invited Wang Xueqi to accompany him to the capital, but she had declined. After all, once she entered the Qingyun Academy, she might have very little time to go home, and Wang Xueqi wanted to spend her last few days with her father.

“Farewell!”

Ye Wushuang bowed to the group.

The carriage slowly rolled away, leaving Liuyue City behind.

Ye Wushuang took one last look at the city where he had lived for sixteen years in this life, his eyes filled with a sense of quiet melancholy.

“Can’t bear to leave?” a voice suddenly whispered in his ear.