Chapter 11 -The Battlefield Between the Fiancée and the Childhood Sweetheart
At the back hill of the Lord’s Mansion, Yan Meng’Er was leaning against a giant rock, idly waiting there.
As someone who had relived this life, she clearly knew that today was the day when Huangfu Wenqing would bring people to call off the wedding.
However, in her previous life, Huangfu Wenqing had brought elders from the Cloud Heaven Palace, but this time she came with members of the Huangfu family. While there might be some minor differences, Yan Meng’Er was certain that Huangfu Wenqing was definitely here to call off the wedding with the Yan family.
Huangfu Wenqing herself was beautiful, highly talented in cultivation, and was accepted as a direct disciple by the National Preceptor. She was also bestowed the title of Princess by the King. With all these advantages, she had developed an extremely arrogant personality and would never accept the marriage arranged by her family.
But she had failed to consider how much humiliation such a high-profile and forceful calling off of the wedding would bring to the Yan family and Yan Zhen!
That woman was someone Yan Meng’Er would never forgive. If she had the chance, she would definitely make her pay the price!
However, there were more important matters at hand right now.
After being rejected, Yan Zhen would run to this back hill to vent his frustrations, so Yan Meng’Er had come here early to wait for him.
Once Yan Zhen had vented, she would immediately embrace him and say the words she hadn’t been able to say in her previous life:
“Don’t be sad, Cousin. You still have Meng’Er. Meng’Er will always be with you!”
That way, Cousin Yan Zhen would belong solely to her. Meng er’s great victory!
Oh, no, wait, there was also her cousin-sister’s share.
It should be said that Cousin Yan Zhen now belonged only to her and her cousin-sister. A great victory for the sister duo!
As she thought about this, she couldn’t help but laugh out a “hehe” sound, which seemed a little eerie in this desolate back hill, like a mountain witch.
However, no matter how long she waited, no one showed up for over an hour.
“Strange, I remember in the previous life, as soon as Huangfu Wenqing entered, she announced she was here to call off the wedding. After a brief argument, my cousin angrily set up a two-year battle agreement with her, drove her out, and then came here…”
Yan Meng’Er jumped onto the rock and looked towards the mansion:
“Why hasn’t Cousin shown up yet? I hope nothing has happened.”
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. Yan Meng’Er stamped her feet and hurriedly returned to the mansion.
When she reached the main hall, she saw Huangfu Xiong chatting happily with her Grandfather Yan Lie, not at all like he had come to call off a wedding. The parties involved, Huangfu Wenqing and her Cousin Yan Zhen, were nowhere to be seen.
–What’s going on? Huangfu Wenqing isn’t calling off the wedding? That’s impossible!
Yan Meng’Er suddenly had a bad premonition. She quickly inquired about their whereabouts from her father but only received the information that “The Young Master took Miss Huangfu for a stroll.”
–Could it be that Huangfu Wenqing planned to discuss the calling off of the wedding in private with Cousin Yan Zhen? Had she changed her mind?
Yan Meng’Er circled the mansion but didn’t see them. Her womanly intuition told her to check Cousin Yan Zhen’s courtyard.
So she went to the small courtyard where Yan Zhen lived. With her previous life’s Mystic Lord cultivation, she immediately sensed the auras of Huangfu Wenqing and Yan Zhen – they were in the room!
–Damn that vile Huangfu Wenqing, she won’t get away with hurting my Cousin Yan Zhen!
Bang!
Yan Meng’Er activated her cultivation to break down the door and prepared to face off against that wicked woman. But when she fixed her gaze on the scene on the bed, she was stunned.
Huangfu Wenqing was on top of Yan Zhen, their faces almost touching. One hand had their fingers intertwined, the other hands also clasped together, looking intimately close, like passionate lovers unable to restrain their affections and about to secretly become intimate.
The noise of the door breaking alerted Huangfu Wenqing and Yan Zhen, who both turned their heads towards Yan Meng’Er.
Yan Meng’Er pointed at them, incoherently:
“You…you two–“
Yan Zhen felt greatly embarrassed and instinctively explained:
“Meng’Er, it’s not what you think!”
Huangfu Wenqing was initially startled, but after recognizing Yan Meng’Er, she quickly regained her composure. She slowly got off Yan Zhen, straightening her dress, and said displeasedly:
“Which maid are you? Barging into someone’s room without even knocking on the door, you’re really ill-mannered!”
She had wanted to seize this perfect atmosphere to kiss Yan Zhen again, but that wretched maid ruined it. How vexing!
“Who’s a maid?!”
Hearing this, Yan Meng’Er flew into a rage. This evil woman dared to pin down her Cousin Yan Zhen – it was truly outrageous…infuriating.
“I am Cousin Yan Zhen’s beloved sister, Yan Meng’Er! You of the Huangfu family, if you force my Cousin Yan Zhen into anything he dislikes, I will not let you off!”
“How dare you talk like that with just a Mystic Disciple’s eighth-level cultivation? You’re not even fit to present my shoes.”
Huangfu Wenqing revealed her original arrogant demeanor, looking down at Yan Meng’Er from her lofty position as a five-star Mystic Cultivator.
“Hmph, so what if you’re a five-star Mystic Cultivator? That’s just resources stacked up, who knows how substantial you really are?! Just like someone’s…”
Yan Meng’Er confidently thrust out her 36D chest, which jiggled lightly.
“You! Foul-mouthed brat, then let me discipline you on Yan Zhen’s behalf, so you understand what propriety is.”
Huangfu Wenqing slapped the bed and shot out, palming toward Yan Meng’Er.
The force of the wind lashed out. Yan Meng’Er refused to back down, meeting it palm-to-palm with her own cultivation.
But hers was not a regular palm strike, it was the Yan family’s quintessential ‘Flame Palm’ mystic art, with scorching mystic power circulating in her palm.
The two palms collided with a bang, and while Huangfu Wenqing just swayed slightly, Yan Meng’Er was forced back three steps.
After all, there was a vast gap in their cultivation levels, and the low-level ‘Flame Palm’ couldn’t bridge that difference.
“A mere Mystic Disciple daring to learn mystic arts, no wonder you’re so arrogant. But I know mystic arts too!”
Saying this, Huangfu Wenqing formed a sword-finger, blue light faintly emerging from her fingertips with a whooshing wind sound.
“The ‘Wind Radiance Finger’ of Cloud Heaven Palace?”
Yan Meng’Er’s eyes narrowed as she prepared to go all-out by using the higher-level Mystic Scholar mystic art to counter, which could thoroughly overwhelm normal mystic arts.
As the two women gathered their forces for attack, about to clash-
“–You two, stop right there!”
The rebuke caused both women to snap out of it. It was Yan Zhen, who couldn’t stand to watch anymore:
“Do you two want to demolish my room by fighting in here? If you want to fight, take it outside. I don’t care about either of you!”
Hearing Yan Zhen’s clearly displeased tone, Huangfu Wenqing and Yan Meng’Er quickly withdrew their mystic powers, not daring to continue their ruckus.
“Sorry, Cousin, Meng’Er was a bit impulsive. Please don’t be angry, okay?”
“I’m also…that is…my apologies, for causing you embarrassment.”
The two women who had been at odds just moments ago became timid, not daring to let out even a breath.
Yan Zhen let out a cold snort, got off the bed, went to the table and sat down. He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, drinking it down in one gulp.
It looked cool, but he was actually quite flustered.
–What was this situation now? Huangfu Wenqing had just kissed him and pushed him down, saying she wanted to consummate the marriage. Then she got into a confrontation with Yan Meng’Er…
So this was the predicament, right?
But a predicament formed by his supposed ex-fiancée who should have called off the wedding, and his childhood friend who had originally abandoned him – how did that seem so strange?
The key was, where was the plot about calling off the wedding?!
