Chapter 59: You’re Here Too?

After confirming that Lin Wuming was unharmed, Liu Yingfeng finally let out a breath of relief.

She gave a token nod to the robed man beside her, then frowned and asked…

“So, what exactly is going on? Who is it that dares target my husband, Liu Yingfeng’s man?”

Though it was phrased as a question, her eyes locked straight onto the Lin family patriarch.

Lin Tiancheng’s eyelids twitched involuntarily, and a chill shot through his heart.

The worst-case scenario had come true.

This Miss Liu clearly already knew who her fiancé was—perhaps they’d already met before this.

The plan he and the Grand Elder had concocted had completely fallen apart.

“Patriarch Lin…” Liu Yingfeng’s voice rang out coldly.

“Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

“…”

Lin Tiancheng’s expression was grim.

After a long silence, he finally said…

“Miss Liu, the Grand Elder merely went mad from a cultivation mishap—he lost control of his mind, that’s all… This matter truly has nothing to do with me or the Lin family!”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Liu Yingfeng glanced at the Grand Elder, who now lay limp and motionless on the ground after being suppressed by her junior brother’s single palm strike.

Judging by the look of him, he was likely already dead—no chance to testify.

“Then I suppose the incident from that night also had nothing to do with you or the Lin family either, hmm?”

“Miss Liu, I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lin Tiancheng began feigning ignorance.

The Grand Elder had already warned him—if things came crashing down in the end, deny everything.

Without evidence, there was little Liu Yingfeng could actually do to them.

After all, this was still the Yanhuang Empire, still Luoshui City.

The Taixu Hall may be powerful, but even they couldn’t act completely unchecked.

And she was just a personal disciple—not enough to represent the entire sect.

If she wanted to strike, the City Lord wouldn’t agree.

It was his duty, after all, to protect the citizens of Luoshui City.

“Oh? You don’t understand?”

Liu Yingfeng chuckled coldly.

“You think I need evidence to deal with you?”

She had always been a calm person, but the Lin family had dared target her husband and even tried to use a substitution trick—that had crossed a line she could not tolerate.

“Miss…”

Ling’er, her attendant, grew anxious.

While she believed her young mistress was capable of destroying the Lin family if she wished, doing so without clear justification could trigger backlash.

Taixu Hall was still an external power.

Without valid proof, attacking a noble family in the empire might draw political heat.

Even within the sect, debates would flare up.

That would be bad news—for both the young mistress and her fiancé.

“Ling’er, don’t try to stop me this time.”

But unlike usual, Liu Yingfeng wasn’t backing down.

She turned to the robed man beside her, drew the token from her waist, and said firmly,

“Disciples of Qingxu Hall, heed my command!”

The robed man trembled slightly, immediately dropped to one knee, and bowed his head.

“Disciple of Qingxu Hall, at your command!”

“As the chief personal disciple of Taixu Hall, I command you to investigate this matter thoroughly—and eradicate the Lin family!”

“Chief personal disciple of Taixu Hall?!”

Luoshui’s City Lord, Luo Haonian, was stunned.

He looked again at the token in her hand and felt a jolt of terror in his heart.

He had only known she was a personal disciple of Taixu Hall.

But the chief disciple?

A personal disciple was a respected student of a Hall Elder, but that was one thing.

The chief personal disciple was the direct disciple of the Hall Master—someone who had likely reached the Void Immortal Realm!

This meant the girl standing before him could represent the entire Taixu Hall—and very possibly become its future leader!

That kind of status was nearly on par with the crown prince of the empire.

If she truly chose to act… Should he try to stop her?

Could he even?

Luo Haonian wavered deeply.

His gaze drifted toward the robed man beside her—who, if he intervened, might not be stoppable at all.

“Your disciple obeys!”

The robed man answered loudly.

But just as Luo Haonian was still paralyzed in thought, a voice rang out from beyond the arena:

“Welcome Her Highness, the Ninth Princess of the Empire!”

In an instant, the crowd—already shell-shocked—plunged into fresh chaos.

The Ninth Princess?!

Why would a royal princess descend upon a minor city like Luoshui?

Lin Wuming also looked bewildered.

He’d guessed that his fiancée had some kind of extraordinary background—but this level?

‘Chief disciple of Taixu Hall?’

That alone was shocking enough—but now an imperial princess was showing up too?

What was going on today?

The crowd, stunned by the title “Imperial Princess,” quickly parted to form a path.

Compared to the mysterious identity of the chief disciple, the authority of an imperial princess was far more tangible, and even more intimidating.

“Senior Brother—!!!”

Just then, a cry pierced the air.

A lavishly dressed girl dashed into view—wildly sprinting across the stage without a care for decorum.

‘!!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ‘

Lin Wuming watched, dumbfounded, as his own junior sister barreled toward him and slammed straight into his chest.

“Uh…”

Seeing the panicked, tearful expression on her face, he reflexively reached out and patted her head.

“Why are you here? I told you to wait obediently at the inn.”

“I… that doesn’t matter! Senior Brother, are you okay?”

He blinked as He Yingying fussed over him—patting here, poking there, as if terrified he’d lost a limb.

“That old geezer took forever to see me, and I almost thought… I thought I wouldn’t make it in time…”

Luo Haonian coughed awkwardly nearby.

‘She’s a princess, okay? I had to prepare for the audience properly…’

But Lin Wuming’s expression froze.

Wait—something’s off.

‘Where’s the Ninth Princess? Why hadn’t she appeared yet?’

Instead, it was his junior sister who ran up to him?

He slowly turned his neck toward Luo Haonian—who was currently bowing and scraping before He Yingying, his face full of flattery and reverence, with not a trace of his usual authority.

Don’t tell me…

No way…

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back in disbelief.

“You… you’re the Ninth Princess of the Empire?!”

He Yingying grinned crookedly.

“Yup! Surprised? See, Senior Brother? I can help you. You didn’t need to go looking for that woma—”

As she spoke, now standing a little farther away from him, her line of sight cleared.

She naturally caught sight of Liu Yingfeng standing nearby—her face darkened with fury and tinged with astonishment.

“You… you’re here too?!”