My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 544 - 545 The Northern King’s Romantic Debt

Chapter 544: Chapter 545 The Northern King’s Romantic Debt

Speaking, Ye Wudao took out a purple token from his body.

"Wait, Sir, this is the Beiwang Token!" Mr. Zhong shouted.

What?

The face of the elder in the purple robe changed.

Mr. Zhong received the token from Ye Wudao’s hand and reverently handed it to the elder in the purple robe.

The elder in the purple robe picked up the Beiwang Token, scrutinized it carefully, and with a look of surprise said, "It really is the Beiwang Token."

"Sir, this child possesses the Beiwang Blade and the Beiwang Token, and his surname is Ye, there is no doubt he is Ye Lingtian’s son!" Mr. Zhong said excitedly.

Mo Feixuan said with unmatched joy, "I knew you were not a bad person!"

Ye Wudao also showed a trace of a smile.

"Take your token and get out!" The elder in the purple robe threw the token back at Ye Wudao.

"Grandfather, why?" Mo Feixuan asked with a confused look, "If he is Uncle Ye’s son, why won’t you save him? With his current condition, if he leaves here, he won’t last three days!"

Ye Wudao caught the token with one hand and started coughing uncontrollably, his mouth already tinged with black blood.

"Get out!" The elder in the purple robe yelled.

"Grandfather, what is this all about? Don’t you like Uncle Ye the most?" Mo Feixuan asked, confused.

"Ah, Miss, you don’t know..." Mr. Zhong sighed and whispered, "Ye Lingtian was once the person most valued by the master, but he betrayed the master..."

What?

Mo Feixuan couldn’t believe it!

"Impossible, Uncle Ye is the kindest person in the world, how could he betray Grandfather?" Mo Feixuan shook her head.

Ye Wudao was also stunned, his gaze turning to the elder in the purple robe, asking, "Who were you to my father?"

The elder in the purple robe turned away, unwilling to mention it.

Mr. Zhong sighed and said, "Kid, your father Ye Lingtian was once the master’s second son-in-law!"

Fuck!

Second son-in-law!!

Ye Wudao looked stunned; "What’s all this about?"

Mr. Zhong said, "It was twenty-five years ago, Ye Lingtian was severely injured and on the brink of death, pursued by enemies, and came to Youming Valley seeking a chance to survive! It was the master’s second daughter who saved him, and they fell in love at first sight. Ye Lingtian was exceptional enough. The master, seeing their suitable match, was very happy and planned to marry them off, even prepared to hand over the vast family business to him!"

"And, what happened then?" Ye Wudao asked curiously.

"Later, that guy Ye Lingtian ran away on their wedding day, disgracing the master was bad enough, but the second miss was so humiliated she tried to drown herself. Luckily, the master managed to save her in time!" Mr. Zhong’s honest face filled with anger as he relayed the story.

Fuck!

Ye Wudao was completely flabbergasted!

"Dad, you really are a complete bastard, what the fuck did you do?" Ye Wudao looked dumbfounded.

"So, that’s why the master had such a big reaction when he found out you were Ye Lingtian’s son!" Mr. Zhong smiled bitterly.

Ye Wudao scratched his head, feeling very awkward.

After all!

This mess was indeed created by Dad messing up big time, causing such a whirlwind of trouble!

Being hated was justified!

Not to mention them, even I am furious after hearing it!

"Grandfather, maybe Uncle Ye had his reasons back then?" Mo Feixuan suggested.

"Heh, his reasons? Do you know that your aunt almost died?"

The elder in the purple robe’s face burst with veins, "And that bastard Ye Lingtian left Youming Valley nearly thirty years ago and never came back to see your aunt. Afterwards, she went mad and locked herself in a cave, and has not come out in decades. After your mother died, your aunt left too, and I lost two daughters all at once!"

Mo Feixuan also fell silent, then looked at Ye Wudao and said, "Ye Wudao, you should ask Uncle Ye what exactly happened."

Ye Wudao gave a bitter smile; "My father is dead."

What?

Dead!

Mo Feixuan looked thunderstruck, her face in shock.

"Good, he’s dead, haha, good!" The elder in the purple robe laughed, but as he laughed, tears flowed down his face.

"I’m sorry, I apologize to my father and to you!" Ye Wudao knelt before the elder in the purple robe.

"You have no right to apologize for Ye Lingtian, let him come himself!" The elder in the purple robe said, seemingly exhausted, "Bao’er, help grandfather go back to rest!"

"Yes." Mo Feixuan nodded and immediately helped the elder in the purple robe to return to the house.

Ye Wudao knelt on the ground, saying nothing.

Time flickered past.

Late at night.

The chilly wind howled, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and suddenly, the rain poured down in torrents.

The rain struck Ye Wudao’s body like sharp arrows.

Inside the house.

It was as warm as spring, brightly lit.

"Grandpa, have some fish porridge!" Mo Feixuan carried a fragrant bowl of fish porridge and handed it to the elder in purple clothing.

The elder in purple clothing took a gentle sip, his eyes brightened, and he praised, "Hehe, Bao’er’s cooking skills have greatly improved recently, tastes good!"

"The young lady has been practicing her cooking skills lately to prepare delicious food for the master," Old Zhong said.

"Not bad, not bad," said the elder in purple clothing, feeling very pleased.

Mo Feixuan looked out the window at Ye Wudao, found him kneeling in the torrential rain, and said with worried eyes, "Grandpa, this matter has nothing to do with Ye Wudao, he is innocent."

Bang!

The elder in purple clothing angrily put down his bowl of fish porridge and said, "Innocent? His father drove your aunt mad, and he, he went out and had this child, is this child clean?"

"But..." Mo Feixuan had just spoken when the elder in purple clothing angrily said, "There is no ’but’, Old Zhong, turn off the lights, and take Bao’er back to her room to rest!"

"Yes," Old Zhong nodded.

...

The next day.

The mountain climate showed its many facets.

After a night of violent rain, there was heavy snow the following day.

In the courtyard.

Ye Wudao knelt frozen in the snowy ground, his face purplish-blue, constantly shivering.

Inside the courtyard.

"Master, have some morning tea!" Old Zhong respectfully handed over a cup of hot tea.

The elder sat in the rocking chair, leisurely sipping the tea, and curiously asked, "Where is that girl Bao’er?"

"The young mistress seems to be angry; she hasn’t come out all night..." Old Zhong said.

"Hehe, that girl, she doesn’t know that the worst thing in this world is men!" said the elder in purple clothes.

Just then, Mo Feixuan suddenly appeared in the snow, holding a precious purple mink coat, which she placed over Ye Wudao.

"Miss Mo..." Ye Wudao’s lips turned blue with cold, feeling a chill coming from his body, his gaze gratefully looking towards Mo Feixuan.

"I will go and plead with Grandpa!"

Mo Feixuan said, then approached the elder in purple clothing, her face anxious, "Grandpa, his body won’t hold out much longer! He will die if this continues!"

"Heh, if he dies, he dies, what does it have to do with me?" the elder in purple clothing laughed as he sipped his hot tea and asked rhetorically.

"Grandpa, you taught me to have a healer’s kindness, yet you are heartless!" Mo Feixuan’s eyes reddened with anger.

"Hehe, some people in this world can be saved, others cannot!" the elder in purple clothing said with a light smile.

"Fine, fine, I hope you don’t regret this!" With that, Mo Feixuan suddenly dashed into the snow towards Ye Wudao and then knelt beside him on the snowy ground.

"Mo Feixuan, get up!" the elder in purple clothing shouted furiously.

"Miss Mo, you, you get up!" Ye Wudao said in shock.

"Grandpa, he is my first patient, I want to share his fate!" Mo Feixuan said seriously.

"Nonsense!" the elder in purple clothing was enraged.

"Grandpa, aren’t you the one who boasts that your medical skills are comparable to the Sage Doctor? Hehe, I think you’re just a coward who can’t save him!" Mo Feixuan provoked him.

"Ridiculous, even if the Sage Doctor himself came, he wouldn’t dare say his medical skills are above mine!" the elder in purple clothing scoffed.

"You are not as good as the Sage Doctor!" Mo Feixuan shouted.

"You little girl, trying to provoke your grandpa with reverse psychology, you’re still too green," the elder in purple clothing immediately saw through Mo Feixuan’s intentions.

"Cough, cough, Miss Mo, don’t stay here getting snowed on with me, please leave!" Ye Wudao said, his body shivering uncontrollably, unable to hold on any longer.

"You, hang in there!" Mo Feixuan was anxious, then turned to look at the elder in purple clothing sitting in the rocking chair drinking tea, and shouted, "Grandpa is just an arrogant, overbearing egomaniac!"

"Nonsense!" the elder in purple clothing completely lost his temper, his body instantly disappeared from here, and the next moment, his formidable figure appeared in the snow.

"Damn heaven, who the hell allows you to snow on my head, stop it!" the elder in purple clothing pointed skyward, defiant and domineering.

Boom!

An odd thing happened, the heavy snow filling the sky at that moment eerily stopped.

Meanwhile, Ye Wudao had reached his body’s limit, he heavily fell to the ground, and the moment he closed his eyes, he murmured, "The snow stopped."