They turned to look, and every single one of them froze instantly.
Nangong Yehen walked over step by step, dressed in black clothes and black pants. His long black robe made his tall, slender figure appear even more upright and imposing. Refined and handsome, he exuded a chilling, dangerous aura. He seemed like a vengeful spirit emerging from hell—dark and terrifying. Yet also like a god commanding all—sharp and overwhelming. With his arrival, the surrounding air not only turned cold but also carried a suffocating pressure.
Except for Chu Lingzhi, they were all stunned. Nangong Yehen? The king of two cities, Nangong Yehen! Although the media dared not interview him without his consent, who in the Martial Kingdom didn’t know him? Chu Jianjue and Cai Quanjun had long heard of Nangong Yehen, but this was their first time seeing him in person.
The man’s eerie, cold eyes fixed sharply on Li Meirong, his voice icy as frost. “Who did you just call a bastard?” The dangerous, oppressive aura radiating from him crushed the momentum of Li Meirong and the others. Looking at his handsome yet cold face, Li Meirong felt a chill of fear. She pointed at Chu Lingzhi, her fingers trembling slightly. “Her… her son.”
Chu Lingzhi rolled her eyes. If killing were legal, she would really want to strangle that woman Li Meirong.
“Say it again!” Nangong Yehen said coldly. As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone felt the temperature around them drop by another ten degrees. Chu Lingzhi raised an eyebrow, looking at Nangong Yehen, puzzled as to why he was angry. Yes, he was angry. Everyone sensed it, even Huo Luan behind him.
Li Meirong, intimidated by his presence, dared not speak again, looking at Nangong Yehen with fear.
“Young Master Nangong, we’re disciplining our daughter. Could you…” Chu Jianjue stepped forward timidly, looking at Nangong Yehen with unease. He couldn’t understand why the lofty king of two cities would meddle in their family affairs.
Nangong Yehen shot a sharp glare at Chu Jianjue, who shuddered and dared not say another word. His heart trembled—Nangong Yehen’s gaze was terrifying. Truly, he could kill with just a look.
Nangong Yehen stretched out his long arm, pulling Chu Lingzhi over, his strong arm wrapping around her slender waist. Chu Lingzhi frowned. This man.
Nangong Yehen’s actions shocked everyone. He suddenly smiled, though his gaze remained cold and dangerous. Pointing at Chu Lingzhi with his other hand, he looked at Li Meirong and said coldly, “Are you saying her son is a bastard?”
Li Meirong was momentarily stunned, a flicker of jealousy passing through her heart. How could a woman who gave birth to a bastard deserve the favor of a city king? She sensed the dangerous chill in Nangong Yehen’s demeanor, which she hadn’t understood earlier. Now she finally realized why Nangong Yehen was so angry at the word “bastard.” It must be that seductive woman Chu Lingzhi who had seduced Nangong Yehen while hiding the fact that she had a son. Hmph, deceiving a man as lofty as Nangong Yehen would only lead to death!
Li Meirong thought ruthlessly, it would be better to hand this girl over to Nangong Yehen than to deal with her herself. She nodded, her tone laced with provocation. “In college, she messed around with some unknown man and gave birth to a fatherless bastard. It’s been five years, and that man still hasn’t come to claim his illegitimate child…”
Nangong Yehen sneered, his face dark and sinister, the aura around him growing even more menacing. An unknown man? Quite the unknown man indeed.