Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 244 Zhao Family Seeking Death

Chapter 244: Chapter 244 Zhao Family Seeking Death

Mrs. Zhao noticed something off about the people around her and turned her head to ask, "Minmin, what’s wrong with you?"

She couldn’t have been stunned into silence, could she?

"I’m fine," Zhao Min said, lowering her eyelids, a storm of emotions rising in her heart, as she remembered him and his close association with Yun Yue.

Thinking this, she subconsciously looked over, and sure enough, he was looking at Yun Yue.

Shen Xuan’s expression was no better than Zhao Min’s, but as someone who always kept a straight face, she didn’t show any particular emotion.

She had known that these two were not simple people and hadn’t expected them to be from Beijing.

She vaguely heard Old Sir Zhao refer to him as Nephew Feng—his surname was Feng?

Before long, the banquet began.

Yun Yue sat next to Liu Lanfang, watching her exchange pleasantries with Yun Huaqin.

"Speaking of Big Brother, why did he back then... alas..." Yun Huaqin sighed with a hint of regret.

Liu Lanfang didn’t take it to heart, "Everyone gets sick with age; it’s been so long, I’ve moved on. Thankfully, I have a granddaughter to keep me company."

Yun Yue’s gaze was cast down, her eyes veiled and frosty.

Old Sir Zhao was introducing people all this time, but Feng Ye didn’t even lift his eyelids and kept playing with his smartphone.

"This is Shen Xuan, who not long ago became a disciple of the vice president of the Beijing Piano Association."

Shen Xuan’s expression remained unchanged, sitting upright with a slight lift of her chin, not smug in the least, but composed and calm, earning the admiration of many.

At such a young age, to possess such achievements and yet remain humble, her future was limitless.

Everyone had thought Feng Ye wouldn’t even spare her a glance like he hadn’t done with anyone before, but he raised his gaze to Shen Xuan and then indifferently withdrew it.

The actions of Feng Ye caught the attention of everyone in the room, each with their own thoughts.

With Shen Xuan’s status, not to mention in Lan City, even in Beijing, she held a position of some significance. Yet, this man who barely looked to be in his mid-twenties gave nothing more than a brief glance, not even a greeting.

That indicated a lack of interest in Shen Xuan’s status; what kind of position must he hold in Beijing then?

Since when did the Zhao family have such a relative?

Shen Xuan also noticed his reaction. In recent days wherever she went, she was the center of attention, with everyone singing her praises and revolving around her, yet he, upon learning of her status, only showed an indifferent expression.

Thinking of the man who often appeared by Yun Yue’s side, proud and aloof, her heart sank, planning to ask her teacher about the identities of these two upon her return.

As for Liu Lanfang and the other two, Old Sir Zhao had no intention of introducing them. They were distant relatives with hardly any connection. If it weren’t for Yun Huaqin’s insistence on inviting them, merely being able to sit at the main table was already showing them great respect.

Feng Ye, with his head down, didn’t wait for Zhao Jianghong’s introduction. When he looked up, Zhao Jianghong had already taken his seat, his face showing no particular emotion. Changing his position, his voice was indifferent, betraying no emotion, "Is that all?"

"What do you mean, ’is that all’?" Just as Zhao Jianghong had taken his seat, he heard Feng Ye’s words and hesitated, unsure whether to sit down again.

Feng Ye glanced at him, his eyes a deep, inky black, "You’ve introduced everyone at this table?"

Zhao Jianghong looked around the table, confirming he hadn’t overlooked anyone, and spoke with an awkward bow, "The rest are of no importance; no need for an introduction."

Feng Ye’s lips curved into an ambiguous smile. He had thought the Zhao family was on the rise, but it turned out he was mistaken.

Losing interest, he looked away. Seeing that he wasn’t saying anything more, Zhao Jianghong sat down.

Yun Yue looked down, replying to Feng Ye’s message. Noticing that the meal had started, she put her phone back in her pocket and began to eat.

Zhao Yang sat next to Yun Yue, chattering away to her and from time to time, even picking food for her.

"This dish is really tasty, give it a try."

She maintained a cold expression and hardly spoke up, making it apparent that she wasn’t too keen on engaging with him.

He shot Zhao Yang a teasing glance. The young man was bold to compete with Master Chen for a woman.

"Who is that? She’s quite beautiful."

Zhao Jianghong followed his gaze and saw his own grandson, who had somehow changed seats to sit beside Yun Yue, and his face darkened.

With Mr. Feng present today, he was supposed to impress him, yet here he was, seated next to a girl from the countryside, fawning over her in an embarrassingly obsequious manner.

"She’s my spouse’s elder brother’s granddaughter," he said with displeasure as he glanced at Yun Yue, then suddenly as if thinking of something, "Is Nephew Feng interested in her?"

Feng Ye was startled by his sudden question.

"Indeed, she is beautiful. If Mr. Feng is interested, I can make arrangements," Zhao Jianghong offered as he became increasingly eager to please him, knowing Feng Ye’s high status in Beijing.

Should he have Feng Ye’s support, the Zhao family would no longer be just the Zhaos of Lan City but could secure a position even in Beijing.

With a smile of ambiguous intent on his lips and a pair of deep black eyes harboring a chill, Feng Ye replied,

"No, thank you," his voice cool and distant.

Zhao Jianghong, however, disagreed. He had done some digging, knowing the man to change women as often as clothes. It would be odd if he weren’t interested in Yun Yue, given her beauty.

If she could win Mr. Feng’s favor, she would enjoy endless wealth and luxury, and he could compensate her accordingly. The Zhao family could also rise rapidly through his connections—a win-win situation he figured she had no reason to decline.

Yun Yue ate a few bites and then left the table for some fresh air in the courtyard.

Zhao Yang followed her but was called over by someone.

A servant approached, seemingly tripping intentionally, sending a plate of food flying in her direction.

She swiftly dodged but couldn’t avoid the splashing broth.

Her eyelids instantly chilled, frowning at the offensive-smelling liquid.

"I’m so sorry, I accidentally tripped, and your clothes..." said the ashen-faced servant, moving closer, "Why don’t you come with me to change?"

"No need," her voice carried a frosty edge, and her eyes were tinged with the crimson of blood, as she stripped off her jacket.

Underneath, she wore a black T-shirt, her hand wrapped in gauze, with some minor scrapes left unbandaged, exposing her slender, pale arms to the open air.

"You should still change, wearing so little could make you catch a cold..." The servant tried to pull her aside, but Yun Yue, with a wicked curl of her lip, easily broke free from her grasp. She grazed an already scabbed injury, causing a bit of fresh blood to seep through the gauze, like blossoming exotic flowers.

"I don’t want to repeat myself," her voice wrapped in a layer of ice, causing the maidservant’s back to break out in a fine cold sweat.

Watching her retreating figure, the servant didn’t bother with the mess on the floor and instead headed in a certain direction.

Realizing Yun Yue had been gone for quite some time, Feng Ye set down his wine glass and headed out to the courtyard.

Zhao Jianghong took a drink and his lips twisted into a scheming smile; so much for not being interested, he had kept his gaze on Yun Yue the whole time.

Just as he was about to follow, he saw the hurried servant and his face fell; he understood what happened immediately.

"Useless thing," he muttered under his breath, having known she would fail. Fortunately, he still had a backup plan, and now she should be laid out in bed.