Chapter 1: Chapter 244: Idiot Chi Xueyun

“Miss, this impostor—where does she get such immense confidence?”

Qing Yao stood behind Situ Xiyue, casting a disdainful glance at the fake.

“Didn't you see that we already threw out the Purple Lightning?”

“Hehe, her being so arrogant might just mean she actually has some real skills. We might as well wait and see how things unfold,” Situ Xiyue said with a light chuckle. Her sharp eyes were calm and indifferent, as if the people and events before her were not even worth a moment of her attention.

“My hands are itching! I’ll go up there and teach her a lesson for you, Miss! You aren't allowed to stop me!”

Qing Yao rolled up her sleeves, her heart already racing with the urge to fight.

“Granted.”

Situ Xiyue slightly arched a cold eyebrow, her hands clasped behind her back, lazily watching this grand performance.

“Sister Xiyue, don't! It isn't worth you taking such a great risk for me!”

The number one infatuated man, Xuan Yuanche, thought Situ Jingyue was his beloved. He hurriedly rushed forward a few steps in heartache, shielding Situ Jingyue behind him.

“Father, Mother! These are all mistakes I made myself! I used underhanded tactics; I am willing to accept my defeat. Please rescind the order! Do not let Sister Xiyue take this risk!”

Anyone who wasn't a fool could see the protection Situ Xiyue received through Xuan Yuanche's words and actions.

Situ Jingyue was moved, but Situ Jingde felt even more resentment toward Situ Xiyue.

This little slut of the Situ family was just like her sister, Situ Yalan—a slut who knew how to seduce men!

Before he could say anything, he saw "Situ Xiyue" take a step forward, pick up the Purple Lightning, and grip it firmly in her hand.

“Brother Che, you don't need to say anything. I know your feelings for me.”

“Today, I will fight for you!”

“I will let them all know that I, Situ Xiyue, am no longer a useless waste! But a Han Princess worthy of standing by your side!”

“Han Princess? Hehe, laughable, truly laughable! It's killing me with laughter!”

A crisp laugh suddenly rang out in the arena as a large group of people entered through the "gate."

Eighteen sedan chair bearers carried a small white-veiled sedan. As the curtain was lifted, Chi Xueyun's face "emerged."

Naturally, her "flower-struck" younger brother, Chi Xuefei, followed close behind.

Seeing Chi Xueyun, Situ Xiyue felt no fear at all. However, when she saw Chi Xuefei, she visibly trembled.

*OMG!*

It truly was a case of "misfortune never comes alone"—it was like sailing into a headwind during a storm!

The thing you fear most is exactly what shows up.

That Chi Xuefei actually didn't care that Young Master Yuhe was a man. Talk about crazy!

Situ Xiyue gave a light cough and shuffled her feet, actually hiding behind Qing Yao.

“Master, you are...”

Qing Yao was extremely curious!

Heavens! To think there was actually someone in this world who could make her master hide.

She was completely "scallion-white" (clueless)! Severely clueless!

“Ahem, don't speak. Just act as if I don't exist. Just don't let that Chi Xuefei see me. If he recognizes me...”

Situ Xiyue said in a lowered voice.

She didn't expect that her abnormal behavior would be caught entirely by a certain someone on the viewing platform.

Instantly, the entire martial arena seemed to smell like the pungent scent of aged Shanxi vinegar.

“Cheng Feng! Tell me, why is she hiding? Why would she hide for no reason!”

A certain demoniac pointed at the obviously guilty little person in a fit of pique, his face full of jealousy.

“Cough, cough, Master, th-th-this, I don't know either.”

Ever since his conversation with Qing Yao, Cheng Feng had developed this stuttering "habit." And it seemed to be getting worse.

Previously, it was only toward Qing Yao, but now it seemed to have expanded. Even toward his own master, Cheng Feng had started to stutter.

“Why hasn't this stuttering habit of yours healed yet? I'm not Qing Yao.”

Lou Po offered a massive eye-roll to Cheng Feng.

Po Lang, on the side, remarked, “His heart is thinking of that person every single moment, so naturally, everyone looks like Qing Yao to him.”

“Eh? Po Lang, y-y-you, how, how do you know so well?”

Cheng Feng asked stammery, looking like he had met a soulmate.

“Nothing. Just talking nonsense.”

Po Lang smiled, but his gaze remained fixed on Situ Xiyue, who stood in the center of the field.

*Sigh, in the end, it is nothing more than a fleeting luxury.*

“Ah! Which turtle bastard dares to sneak attack me!”

Suddenly, a miserable scream rang out, and everyone's eyes fell upon Chi Xuefei once again.

“What's wrong, Xuefei?” Chi Xueyun lifted the sedan curtain and looked at her brother with concern.

“I don't know which turtle bastard threw a stone at me!”

Chi Xuefei rubbed his head, only to find a large lump swelling up.

“If I find you, I absolutely won't let you off, ah—”

Another pebble shot toward him, this time hitting him right behind the knee.

Caught off guard, Chi Xuefei fell to one knee.

As luck would have it, he was facing directly toward Lou Po.

“Hehe.” This time, a certain someone was thoroughly satisfied, sitting there loftily, accepting the "love rival's" prostration and homage.

*Uh. Is this still my brilliant, mighty, calm, and wise master?*

Cheng Feng and Po Lang looked at each other and decided to completely forget this scene today—strike it from memory!

“I say, you demoniac, can you stop making a scene?”

The voice transmission continued, bringing Situ Xiyue's somewhat dissatisfied voice—tender yet carrying a hint of cold elegance—which made Lou Po's heart instantly melt.

“Don't delay important business. If you delay my watching the show, I won't forgive you!”

Situ Xiyue narrowed her beautiful eyes and raised a small fist, "confessing her love" in a way unique to the two of them.

“Xiao Yueyue, I love you too.” A certain infatuated man was being delusional again.

Cheng Feng and Po Lang wished they were blind at this moment, for another flock of crows was flying across the horizon.

After all the commotion, Chi Xueyun's sedan finally reached the center of the field.

A tall servant stepped forward and knelt, using his back as a footstool to welcome her down.

Simultaneously, eighteen beautiful maids stepped forward, raising rose petals in their hands, instantly creating a rain of rose petals in the air.

Such a magnificent and dreamlike scene was, believe it or not, the most beautiful fantasy in every girl's heart.

Coupled with a set of light, snow-white gauze and jewel-encrusted accessories...

Chi Xueyun's entrance was a perfect ten.

Unfortunately...

“Achoo—”

Situ Xiyue, who had decided to remain completely tucked away behind Qing Yao, suddenly felt an itch in her nose and let out a massive, ungraceful sneeze!

And as luck would have it, due to her own lack of internal power control, her saliva and spray flew out several yards...

To be precise, it sprayed directly onto Chi Xueyun's meticulously made-up face!

“Ah! My face!” a miserable cry rang out!