184: Chapter 184 Everyone was shocked

Fang Hansu remained silent for a good while, then gently shook her head.

Her hair brushed against his neck, tickling him.

Her voice was as light as a wisp of smoke.

"I can't bear it. In this life, Hansu could never bear to ignore Young Master."

Ye Yun's hand paused for a moment.

Then he continued to stroke.

The two lay there like that, neither speaking again.

The sunlight outside the window inched forward, moving from the foot of the bed to the edge, then from the edge onto the quilt.

Fang Hansu's breathing gradually steadied, and her body grew heavier and heavier, like a lump of melting sugar.

Slumped in his arms, she didn't even want to move her fingers.

"Young Master."

Her voice was already heavy with drowsiness, slurred and indistinct, like sleep-talking.

"Hm."

"Was Hansu... very useless just now?"

"What do you mean by useless?"

"It's just... just that I called for you to stop after such a short time. Is Hansu... not serving you well?"

Ye Yun looked down at her.

She was so sleepy she couldn't even open her eyes; her eyelashes drooped, yet the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, as if she were truly distressed by this matter.

"You did very well."

"Really?"

"Really."

The corners of Fang Hansu's mouth curved up, just a tiny, tiny arc.

Then she snuggled further into his arms, finding a more comfortable position.

"Then next time... next time Hansu will definitely hold on longer. I won't let Young Master be disappointed."

Her voice grew lighter and lighter, more and more indistinct.

By the time she finished the last word, she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Ye Yun looked at her quiet sleeping face for a while.

Then he lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on the top of her head.

He carefully moved her away from his arms, let her rest on the pillow, and pulled the quilt over her.

He carefully covered her shoulders and arms that were exposed.

Fang Hansu hummed in her sleep, her hand unconsciously reaching out to the side, but she didn't find him.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

Ye Yun tucked the pillow into her arms.

She hugged the pillow, and her brows smoothed out again.

Her face buried in the pillow, that faint smile still hanging on the corners of her mouth.

Ye Yun stood by the bed, watching her in this state, and the corners of his mouth also curved up unconsciously.

Then he turned around, picked up the gray robe draped over the back of the chair, put it on, and tied the sash.

He pushed the door open and walked out.

The door closed gently.

In the room, only the sound of Fang Hansu's steady, long breathing remained, along with the midday light filtering in from outside the window.

When Ye Yun went downstairs, the lobby on the first floor was bustling.

It was lunchtime, and all eight tables were packed full, with clinking glasses and a cacophony of voices.

Ye Yun found an empty seat in a corner and sat down, ordering a pot of wine and two small side dishes.

The waiter soon brought them up: a pot of yellow wine, a plate of braised beef, and a plate of peanuts.

Ye Yun poured himself a cup, lifted it to take a sip, picked up a slice of beef, and put it into his mouth to chew slowly.

The discussions around him surged from all directions, drilling into his ears, sentence after sentence.

"Have you heard? About the Wu Family."

"Nonsense, who in Qingzhou City doesn't know now? The entire Wu Family, dozens of people, all gone overnight! The mansion gates were wide open, and the blood inside dyed the whole street red!"

"More than dozens, I have a relative who works at the yamen, and he said that just from the main hall and the front courtyard, they carried out over a hundred corpses. You know Wu Zhen, right? A Peak Great Martial Master, and his head was chopped off! And that old master of the Wu Family, it's said he had the cultivation of a Half-step Martial Spirit, and he died too, pierced through the heart with a single sword!"

"My god, even a Half-step Martial Spirit was killed? What kind of cultivation must the killer have?"

"Who knows. I heard it was a young man, wearing a gray robe, looking only seventeen or eighteen."

"Seventeen or eighteen? Impossible! A seventeen or eighteen-year-old can kill a Half-step Martial Spirit? Do you think he's a god descending to earth?"

"Why would I lie to you? Someone saw it with their own eyes near the Wu Family yesterday. They said it was a gray-robed youth, covered in blood, walking out of the Wu Family's main gate, with a woman in a red wedding dress following behind him."

"A red wedding dress? Isn't that Miss Fang? Wasn't yesterday the day she was supposed to marry Wu Hao?"

"Exactly! Some people guess that the gray-robed youth was enraged for the sake of a beauty, and for the sake of Miss Fang, he slaughtered the entire Wu Family single-handedly!"

"Slaughtering a Family single-handedly? That's just too..."

The person speaking swallowed, not daring to finish the rest of the sentence.

"Regardless, the Wu Family is completely finished this time. The sky over Qingzhou City is about to change."

Ye Yun picked up his wine cup and took another sip.

The braised beef was sliced evenly, marinated well, and tasted salty and savory as he chewed.

The peanuts were fried to a crisp, and as he tossed them into his mouth one by one, they made a crunching sound.

Just then, a man at the next table wearing a blue cloth short shirt, holding a wine bowl, cast an inadvertent glance toward Ye Yun's side.

Then his movements froze.

The wine bowl hung in mid-air, a few drops of wine spilling out onto the table, but he didn't even notice.

He stared at Ye Yun, stared at his gray robe, stared at the long sword at his waist, and stared at his handsome, cold profile.

His pupils dilated bit by bit.

"This... why does this person look so familiar."

His voice wasn't loud, but people at the surrounding tables all heard it.

Several gazes fell uniformly onto Ye Yun.

Gray robe, seventeen or eighteen years old, handsome face, long sword at his waist.

Exactly the same as the youth in the rumors who slaughtered the entire Wu Family.

"Gray robe... youth... sword."

Someone muttered these words over, their voice already starting to tremble.

"He... isn't he..."

Before he could finish, he looked as if someone had grabbed his throat; his face turned bright red, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The chopsticks in his hand dropped onto the table with a clatter and rolled to the floor, but he didn't dare to bend down to pick them up.

The entire lobby seemed to have been pressed on a pause button.

All gazes were concentrated on that table in the corner, concentrated on the gray-robed youth who was slowly and methodically chewing the braised beef.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

The lobby, which had been as lively as a vegetable market just a moment ago.

Was now so quiet that one could hear the sound of sweat dripping from someone's forehead onto the table.

Ye Yun put the last piece of braised beef into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and swallowed.

Then he picked up his wine cup and drained the remaining wine in one gulp.

He placed the wine cup gently on the table, making a very, very light clinking sound.

Everyone's heart jumped violently with that clinking sound.

Ye Yun stood up and threw a small piece of broken silver on the table.

Then he turned and walked toward the stairs.

After walking two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and his gaze swept over the petrified diners in the hall.

The corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

Very faint, very light, like a ripple passing over a calm lake surface.

Then he withdrew his gaze and stepped onto the stairs.

The sound of his footsteps rang out step by step, unhurried and leisurely, as if he were taking a stroll in his own courtyard.

It wasn't until the sound of his footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor that the lobby seemed to regain its soul.