764 The Emperor’s Wrath (1/2)

Where had Supreme Cloud gone to?

This was the question posed by the emperor himself.

Although he was fuming mad, and although they were situated within a private, sealed-off space — the royal study, for that matter — the emperor dare not refer to Yun Yang as 'that little brat', 'that insolent child', 'that bastard', 'that little shit' or names that were equally derogatory.

He had to address him as Supreme Cloud!

This was the highest form of respect one could obtain by accomplishing the greatest deeds in the world!

Even the emperor himself was not exempted from it!

The emperor of Yutang still remained as the most esteemed individual in Yutang, but Supreme Cloud was legendary — this was the difference between a man and a god!

Pondering upon such thoughts, the emperor's stare grew even more fearsome as he bore his gaze into Yun Xiaoyao — it was a hatred as deep and unforgivable as the act of murdering one's father.

”Well, the nation has been quite chaotic lately, how could he be mulling at home? He did mention to me that he would be going to the western front lines two days ago…”

Yun Xiaoyao's head shrunk into his shoulders as he huddled into his chair obediently, attempting to minimize his presence before his brother. Although the emperor of Yutang's cultivation base was rather low-leveled, and he might not even stand a chance against a breath by Yun Xiaoyao, the overbearing presence of royalty and his elder brother's imposing stature kept Yun Xiaoyao as silent as a mouse.

”Oh, so he has gone to the frontlines…Lord Supreme Cloud is truly loyal towards his nation and his people, always being at the frontlines, barely lamenting about how tough it is…” Qiu Jianhan coughed while, at the same time, attempting to break down the icy atmosphere before him.

”Ah, y-yes,” Leng Daoyin and Fang Qingtian echoed, their mouths running dry.

Usually, or in most cases, the three greatest hoodlums in the capital would sort out any conflicts for each other. Moreover, the person of interest this time was the little brother of the emperor of Yutang himself. All the more that this matter should be resolved in no time — there was no need to even teach him a lesson!

However, this was a special situation — one that was different from the usual circumstances!

The emperor neither spoke nor moved — his posture seemed to remain constant for the longest time. Like an enraged lion, he sat upon his throne, his gaze boring into Yun Xiaoyao with a deep-rooted hatred, his eyes never even blinking once.

Naturally, Yun Xiaoyao felt incredibly uneasy at the moment. He might not have purposefully averted his gaze to avoid eye contact, yet the feeling of the burning, dagger-like stare on his back was very apparent, making direct eye contact a better option. He could not help but return the gaze, facing the emperor's shimmering, hawk-like glare. As he was about to speak, an unexpected chill crept up into his spine as he parted his lips, yet he steeled his voice and asked, ”Why… are you looking at me like that?”

”Why am I looking at you like that — you dare to ask? You have the temerity to ask?” The emperor replied icily, his voice emitting between gritted teeth. ”Why— simply because you're so good-looking, of course! I enjoy looking at you — am I not permitted to?”

These words were meant to tease, yet under the circumstances, it only came across as simply terrifying.

Yun Xiaoyao choked out some dry laughter, and waved it off humorlessly, ”Ah, my noble brother, you favor me too much! Your humble brother's looks are merely passable…”

The emperor clenched his jaw as his face twisted into a multitude of expressions. ”Oh, come on now— besides your looks, you have something else to be proud of, are you not? A great son for a hero that had saved the entire Yutang.”

The conversation had been promptly steered into perilous tides. Suddenly, the atmosphere took a hostile turn — the turn of events began to seem extremely unfavorable.

Qiu Jianhan, Leng Daoyin, and Fang Qingtian knowingly buried themselves into their chairs without making the slightest move, trying their very best to minimize their presence—

—and innocently watched the exchange between the two brothers.

If I had a choice… I really wouldn't want to sit in for this — I'd rather resign and return to my hometown to live out my years quietly instead…