Volume 1: Gathering Wind and Flowers Chapter 56: The Beauty Finds Fault

  "Xin'er's reputation is really high, but what they said is true, Xin'er is indeed very beautiful." Ling Yihen laughed and followed Anxin's footsteps, teasingly saying.

  "I'm not happy at all to hear this. Beauty and ugliness are just a stinky skin, nothing comes with birth and nothing goes with death, what's the use? Can it be used as money?" An Xin curled her lips in disdain.

  "Since beauty is useless, why do you like looking at beautiful women so much?" Ling Yihen was stunned for a moment, clearly surprised by An Xin's careless attitude towards appearance. Which woman wouldn't want to become even more beautiful?

  "I appreciate all good things with a discerning eye, not just beautiful women, I also like handsome men." An Xin gave Ling Yihen a look with a 'you don't understand me' gaze.

  "I'm not bad-looking either, and I've never seen you appreciate me?" Ling Yixue asked shamelessly.

  "Why should I admire you? We're distant relatives, and no matter how good-looking you are, I couldn't marry you as my wife." An Xin looked at him with disdain, seemingly thinking that Ling Yihen's question was stupid.

  "This young master has no blood relation with you, why not take me back as your sister instead?" Just then, An Xin was walking in front of a room when the intricately carved door with floral patterns swung open, and Le Yi Xi chuckled lightly.

  "The probability of marrying you is lower than my chances of winning the 500 million lottery, so forget it this lifetime. Maybe next life when you're reborn as a woman, I'll consider it." With that, he strode calmly and smoothly past Le Yi Xi into the inner chamber.

  "Oh, so the young lady from Chang'an has been living in a deep mountain temple for nine years and has become this kind of person? She really dares to say anything! Not even a bit of feminine virtue and propriety, referring to herself as 'master' at every turn. Truly shameless!" Just as An Xin walked past Le Yi Xi's side, she heard a clear but sharp female voice.

  She raised an eyebrow and walked a few steps slowly, looking at another beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth in the room except for Le Chih-hua. Her hair was high and majestic, her eyebrows were connected, her lips were red and bright, her teeth were white and fresh, and she had a jade-like face and a flower-like appearance. However, the fierce and ruthless look in her eyes ruined this beauty.

  "If you can't speak human language, then don't speak. Don't spout nonsense. Oh, I forgot, you just learned to walk upright, so your language function is impaired, right? Don't worry, after you've been in contact with humans for a while, you'll learn. After all, the brain of an ape is still quite developed! When dealing with sharp-tongued and vicious women who have eyes on top of their heads, I've never been polite."

  "What did you say?" Ling Xieran only heard the first half of An Xin's sentence, her face had already turned black, and her expression was twisted to an extremely strange degree, she let out a sharp, fine low growl.

  "Hasn't your language evolved fully, and hasn't your auditory function opened up yet? What are you doing here making a fool of yourself? Go back to your Yunnan Zhoukou! An Xin felt that such a face was wasted on a woman like Ling Xianyan, with so many kind-hearted and gentle women in the world, why did the Buddha choose her? Was it because he lost to Satan?"

  "Where is Yunnan?" Ling Yi Hen glanced at Ling Xian Ran, who was red with anger, and thought to himself that he had long disliked her pretentious face. He had intended for her to be punished by his younger sister's sharp tongue, and as expected, she did not disappoint.

  She was the youngest daughter of the emperor, so she looked down on everyone and thought that no one in the world was more noble than her. She was always getting into trouble, yet she was arrogant and self-satisfied, thinking she was the most beautiful woman in the world. However, what she did made Ling Yichen feel disgusted to the extreme.

  "Little aunt, Chang'an has paid his respects to you." An Xin ignored Ling Yihen and walked in front of Ling Xieran to pay her respects, lazily waving her sleeves without even bothering to bend her knees slightly.

  "Puchi" Ling Yixun couldn't help but laugh, he didn't think that An Xin would actually abandon his own dignity and also humiliate Ling Xianyan severely.

  "Also, I'll give a courtesy to the young princess, wishing you longevity and boundless fortune, blessings for ten thousand years." Ling Yihen also gave a salute, with a thick sarcastic tone.

  Lè Zhēng Xī seemed to have had enough, awkwardly clearing his throat twice, turning his head away and no longer looking this way.

  Le Jie Wan's eyes widened in shock, staring at An Xin and Ling Yi Hen without blinking.

  Ling Xieran's eyes were filled with resentment, staring fixedly at the two people in front of her who were mocking her. She was so angry that she wished she could cut them into a thousand pieces to vent her anger. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her sharp fingernails dug deep into her palms without her even realizing it.

  Reassured, she gave Ling Yichen a look of appreciation, and indeed he was her golden partner, no matter what she did, Ling Yichen could always follow through seamlessly, without any mistakes.

  "Auntie, why is your face darker than a crow's feathers? It's so ugly. If you're old and your skin doesn't look good, you should take better care of it. Don't just wander around on the streets for no reason, or people might get a bad impression of you. You're old and weak, and your body isn't in good shape either. What if you accidentally bump into something? We younger ones can't bear the worry." An Xin let out a deep sigh, pretending to be concerned, with a heavy emphasis on the words "younger ones".

  "Ling Yi Hen, is this the purpose of inviting me here? Intentionally letting An Xin that scoundrel humiliate me?" Ling Xian Yan's face turned red with rage, her nostrils flaring as she gasped for air, and she could no longer bear it, slamming her hand on the table and standing up.

  "No." Ling Yi Hen replied decisively, and in an instant, the gloomy light in Ling Xian's eyes subsided a bit, and he smiled, saying, "My goal is to humiliate you together with my sister Xin Er, haha..."

  With a sigh of relief, Ling Yihen shook his head and thought to himself: "This kid is heartless and has a black mouth. He hits someone with one slap and says two nice words, then waits for the person to calm down before hitting him again, this time even harder than the first slap."

  "You're going to be in big trouble, Ling Yi Hen! Just wait till I go back to the palace and tell Father Emperor about this. Let's see how he punishes you!" Ling Xian seemed to have not expected Ling Yi Hen to dare bully her like that, her eyes instantly turned red as she stood up, using her sleeve to continuously wipe away tears, before throwing down a harsh remark and storming out the door.

  An Xin let out a whistle, looking at Ling Xier's disorganized footsteps with satisfaction. He closed the door and walked over to the soft couch by the window, habitually propping up his wooden leg. His eyes scanned the elegant decorations in the room.

  The room is spacious and bright, clean and dust-free, elegantly decorated with exquisite and expensive furniture, screens, carpets, and appliances.

  "It's no different from the room in Yiran Garden." An Xin concluded after scanning it calmly.

  Although Le Yijuan had just returned to the capital, she had grown up here since childhood and naturally knew what Yiran Garden was. She heard the implication in An Xin's words that she had actually been there before, and couldn't help but feel surprised.

  "My sister is still here, can't you tone down your ruffian behavior?" Le Yi Xi frowned and said.

  "Who has a sister like Heart's who is such a rascal, just have fun and don't talk nonsense." Seeing Le Yi insult An Xin, Ling Yihen immediately became displeased and retorted.

  "A hero doesn't ask about one's origin, a rogue doesn't care about age. I'm a rogue and I'm proud of it. I can solve the single problem of older leftover women, letting their lonely hearts find a reassuring haven. Is that wrong?" Anxin said with righteous words.

  Ling Yi Hen thought he had a certain level of immunity to An Xin's words, but now he found out he was wrong. An Xin seemed to refresh her impression in his mind every time she opened her mouth, leaving him speechless and frightened again and again.

  It was Le Zheng who remained calm in the evening, took a glance at Le Zhihua's stunned expression and gave her a 'she is like that' look.