Indigo was greeting the incoming guests when she saw Ye Lanshan staggering toward her. She quickly stepped forward and supported her, asking with concern, "Young master, what's wrong?"
"Cough, cough." Ye Lanshan couldn't help coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood. Seeing the worry in Indigo's eyes, she reassured her, "It's nothing. Just some stagnant blood stuck in my chest. Now that it's out, I'll be fine."
"Let me help you inside." Indigo supported Ye Lanshan into a room upstairs. Fortunately, everyone else was focused on the performance on stage, so no one noticed them. If an enemy had seen how badly she was injured and sent an assassin, she feared she wouldn't have had the strength to fight back.
Ye Lanshan sat on the bed and regulated her breathing for a moment, barely managing to suppress her injuries. She glanced around and sighed—this was hardly a good place for alchemy.
After a moment of thought, she decided to return to the Ye residence to refine her pills. Even if a peculiar fragrance wafted out, it wouldn't attract too much attention. Besides, given her status, no one would dare openly come to kill her at this time.
A flash of light enveloped her tall figure as it began to shrink, gradually returning to her original form. She changed back into her usual glamorous attire.
In this state, no one would guess that she was the mysterious owner of this brothel.
In truth, injuries like this could have been easily healed by Sikong Kuang, but she had never considered asking him for help. She was an extremely independent and confident person, and beyond that, she carried a hint of pride. This pride stemmed from her position as the top genius in the cultivation world—whether in strategy, schemes, or strength, no one could match her. So her arrogance was natural. But in this unknown otherworld, she wondered if that pride would serve her well or lead to her downfall.
She rushed to the Ye family's alchemy room as fast as she had ever moved in her life. Ignoring Ye Jinlin's curious gaze, she quickly grabbed the pills she needed and hurried back to her own room.
Why didn't she refine the pills there? The reason was simple: she didn't trust Ye Jinlin. In fact, in the entire Ye family, the only person she trusted was Ye Luotian, who truly treated her as his granddaughter and did everything to protect her.
Half an hour later, a strange fragrance of pills wafted from her room. It wasn't like ordinary pill scents; even a single whiff made one feel refreshed and light, as if even the burdensome body had become weightless.
Unfortunately, the fragrance lasted only three seconds before vanishing without a trace. But Ye Jinlin still followed the scent and found her.
"Ye Jinlin, is there something you need to say?" Ye Lanshan frowned. She should have refined the pills in her space instead—that was one of her trump cards. If others discovered her secrets, her death would be near.
"Nothing, I was just passing by on a walk. If the head of the family has no further business, I'll take my leave." Ye Jinlin asked nothing, merely bowed politely and left.
Ye Lanshan curled her lips into a smile. She knew exactly what Ye Jinlin meant.
"Tsk, it's almost evening. I'm really looking forward to the royal family and the Sun family tearing each other apart. Speaking of which, what secret do I hold that makes them fight over me endlessly? Things can't be as simple as Grandfather said. He must be hiding something from me." Ye Lanshan gazed at the setting sun in confusion, but after thinking it over, she couldn't find an answer.
Forget it, let things take their course. The boat will straighten itself out when it reaches the bridge. She would find out the answer eventually. Ye Lanshan sighed and was about to return to her room when she suddenly sensed a strange fluctuation behind her.
She immediately dodged to the side and threw a dagger. Sure enough, a muffled grunt came from the tree.
"You really show no mercy." Mo Ran pulled the dagger from his shoulder and walked toward her with a sinister grin.
The moment she saw him, anger flashed in Ye Lanshan's eyes. She still remembered the grudge over the Twin Fruit.
"Lord Mo seems quite idle lately. Why aren't you staying in your demon lair? What brings you here? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Ye Lanshan suddenly closed in on Mo Ran, pressing the dagger against his neck as if the slightest movement would slit his throat.
A flicker of amusement passed through Mo Ran's eyes. He smirked, pinching the dagger between two fingers, and said, "We've fought side by side before. Showing no mercy like this really hurts my feelings."
Ye Lanshan's cold voice came from behind him: "Hurt? You didn't show any mercy when you snatched the Twin Fruit. Talking about hurt now is laughable."
Mo Ran's aura shifted abruptly as he tried to snap the dagger, but to his surprise, it was so tough that no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't break.
"This dagger isn't cheap. If you break it, you'll have to pay for it." Ye Lanshan knew that stalemating like this was pointless. It would be better to fight it out openly—maybe she could even reclaim the Twin Fruit from him.
"Flying Fire Meteor."
Ye Lanshan sheathed the dagger and retreated three meters away. Before Mo Ran could react, she suddenly gathered her mystic technique, aiming to suppress him early.
But Mo Ran wasn't one to be easily subdued. He moved swiftly, dodging her technique entirely.
This time, however, he didn't get angry. Instead, the amusement in his eyes deepened.
He looked up and saw a black dot rapidly approaching from the sky, so he gave up on the idea of taking her away.
"You're too weak to duel with me yet. Come find me when you're worthy." Even though Mo Ran couldn't take her, he wasn't about to leave in disgrace. As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Lanshan hurled a ball of furious flames at him.
Unfortunately, the flames didn't harm him at all. He laughed in the air a few times before vanishing without a trace.
No sooner had he left than Ye Yutian arrived.
Ye Lanshan frowned, eyeing him warily. What was he doing here?
Before she could say anything, Ye Yutian spoke: "Stay away from Mo Ran. He's not as easy to deal with as you think. Stay by my side, and I'll ensure your safety."
"That seems to be my business, doesn't it, Prince Ye? If you have nothing else, please leave." Though she couldn't defeat him now, that didn't mean she feared him.
As soon as Ye Lanshan turned around, Ye Yutian grabbed her arm and said in a low voice, "You're no match for him. Provoking him will only lead to your death. Right now, staying by my side is the safest option."
Ye Lanshan shook off his hand and sneered, "I didn't know the cold and ruthless Prince Ye had suddenly become so kind-hearted, worrying about others' safety."
Ye Yutian's face stiffened. In the past, anyone who dared to speak to him like this would have died countless times over. But with Ye Lanshan, he truly didn't know what to do.