Free Web NovelChapter 343: Chapter 343: The Buried Truth
Ye Jingyan’s expression changed. "What’s going on?"
The classmate took a deep breath before continuing, "It’s at Hundred Wells Alley! Ye Shixian stopped your sister in the middle of the street and said... said..."
He seemed to struggle with his words, his face full of difficulty.
Qiao Zimo was the first to lose his patience. "Come on! What is it? Just say it clearly! What did she do?"
’He recalled Ye Shixian had done similar things before. Is she deliberately trying to cause trouble for Ye Chutang again?’
The classmate gritted his teeth. "She said that Ye Chutang drove her mother to her death!"
Ye Jingyan’s eyelid twitched.
Qiao Zimo was stunned, almost thinking he had misheard. "What? Her mother—wait, that makes no sense at all!"
But Ye Jingyan had already realized something. "Mrs. Gao is dead?"
"Y-Yes! I just heard it from someone else. Apparently, she hanged herself last night!" The man wiped the sweat from his brow.
He greatly admired Ye Jingyan’s scholarship and had privately asked him for help on several occasions. Ye Jingyan always explained things patiently, for which he was very grateful.
So, as soon as he heard the news, he immediately rushed back to inform the two brothers.
He was just a young student, after all, and had never been involved in such trouble. He couldn’t help but feel a little panicked.
"Ye Shixian claims Mrs. Gao left a letter written in blood before she died, accusing Ye Chutang of being the reason she took her own life. A huge crowd has gathered there now. You should get over there quickly—"
Only then did he notice Ye Yunfeng wasn’t there. He froze. "Where’s Brother Yun Feng?"
Ye Chutang was a young woman, after all. Being trapped in a situation like this was incredibly dangerous. It would surely be better if her brothers, Ye Jingyan and Ye Yunfeng, were both with her.
Ye Jingyan’s sharp brows furrowed. He quickly pieced together the sequence of events in his mind and realized this matter was not simple.
He turned his head and said, "Brother Zimo, please go find A Feng and tell him what’s happened. I’ll go to Hundred Wells Alley first."
Qiao Zimo’s mind was still reeling. Hearing Ye Jingyan’s words, he nodded instinctively. "Huh? Oh, right, okay!"
Things had happened so suddenly, and time was short. It was good that Ye Jingyan could head over first.
Ye Jingyan took a few steps, then turned back to emphasize, "Be quick!"
With that, he lingered no longer and departed swiftly.
Qiao Zimo, his heart filled with anxiety, quickly turned and ran back toward the Imperial College. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
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Feng Zhang and Ye Yunfeng stood facing each other. Neither spoke. The atmosphere was so cold it felt frozen.
Although Ye Yunfeng was only thirteen, he had shot up over the past half-year like a bamboo stalk in May. He was now only half a head shorter than Feng Zhang.
The youth stood as straight as a pine, his gaze firm. Even when meeting the eyes of Feng Zhang—a man who had slaughtered countless enemies on the battlefield—he showed not a hint of fear!
After a long silence, Feng Zhang finally spoke in a deep voice. "You have no right to ask about this. I’ll let it go this time, but don’t ever let me hear those words again!"
But Ye Yunfeng stood his ground stubbornly.
"Is that your answer?"
"Ye Yunfeng!"
Feng Zhang finally couldn’t hold back a sharp roar, pointing at him as he warned, "Don’t think I won’t dare to do something to you!"
Anyone else would have been intimidated by Feng Zhang’s ferocious aura, too scared to utter another word. But Ye Yunfeng was different.
He too had clawed his way out of a pile of corpses. Feng Zhang’s threats were useless against him.
On the contrary, he even felt a faint thrill of excitement—he believed he had already found the answer!
’If there is a way to break Tongtian Pass, the key isn’t within, but without!’
’If a problem arose from the outside, then... then those eighty thousand soldiers were doomed to be trapped and die at Tongtian Pass!’
Feng Zhang was at the end of his rope. "You—"
"Yun Feng!"
A sudden shout shattered the tense atmosphere. Ye Yunfeng turned to see Qiao Zimo hurrying toward them with a strange expression. He found it odd. "Why are you back? I’m almost done here, there’s no need to rush."
Hearing him say this so casually, Feng Zhang was so furious he could have spit fire.
’This brat!’
’How could he ask such a treasonous question one moment and be so calm and composed the next!?’
’Almost done?’
’I’m not done with him yet! Done, my ass!’
Feng Zhang yelled, "Who told you to come back! Go wait over there!"
Qiao Zimo flinched and instinctively stopped, but only for a moment. Steeling himself, he charged forward again.
"Lord Dean, I really have something urgent to tell him!"
Without waiting for Feng Zhang’s permission, he rushed to Ye Yunfeng and said urgently, "Yun Feng, your sister is in trouble!"
At these words, Ye Yunfeng’s casual demeanor vanished in an instant, a cold light flashing in the depths of his eyes.
"What did you say?"
Qiao Zimo quickly recounted what had happened. This time, it wasn’t just Ye Yunfeng who frowned; even Feng Zhang’s brows knitted together.
"Your third brother already went ahead and told me to come find you. I—hey! Yun Feng!"
Before he could finish, Ye Yunfeng’s figure had already vanished, darting away like a gust of wind.
Qiao Zimo was gasping for air after his long run, but he didn’t dare rest. He bowed apologetically to Feng Zhang, backing away as he spoke, intending to chase after Ye Yunfeng.
"Lord Dean, my sincerest apologies! Neither Yun Feng nor I meant any offense. It’s just that his sister is really in trouble, as you know—"
Feng Zhang suddenly asked, "Did you say Hundred Wells Alley?"
Qiao Zimo nodded blankly. "Y-Yes."
Feng Zhang waved a hand, gesturing for him to hurry up and go.
Qiao Zimo breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed once more before quickly turning to give chase.
Feng Zhang stood in place for a while, watching the direction they had left, and couldn’t help but snort coldly.
’Charging over there like a reckless fool, what help could he possibly be!’
’All guts! But not a single ounce of brains—’
Thinking of the questions Ye Yunfeng had just asked him, Feng Zhang felt a surge of frustration and swallowed the rest of his insult.
Regardless of why Ye Yunfeng was suddenly so curious about that incident from years ago, he had to admit that the boy had asked a question no one else ever had.
And the truth buried beneath that question had been forgotten by almost everyone, including himself.
Finally, Feng Zhang flicked his sleeves, turned, and headed down another path.
