Chapter 585: Chapter 454: You’re Not Fit to Be Her Father
Hong Fang was also a cunning man; he didn’t want to live with this ugly disfigurement for the rest of his life, so when he consumed the Elixir Pills, he used his Primordial Power to envelop the Jade Toad Pill, planning to spit it out to regain his appearance after killing Ye Lingyue.
Who would have thought that this man, who suddenly appeared, would see through his ruse at a glance.
After Hong Fang regained his true features, Ye Beiming’s eyes became even more intense.
Damn it, it’s actually him!
The biological father of his daughter, Ye Lingyue, who reincarnated into this simple-minded girl in this life, is Hong Fang!
In those years, his wife Yun Sheng, in order to let go of her attachment to her daughter, deliberately avoided inquiring about Ye Lingyue’s wellbeing.
Not until Ye Lingyue was whole in spirit and had awakened did Yun Sheng and Ye Beiming dare to secretly visit her.
Who would have known, upon seeing her, Yun Sheng and Ye Beiming realized that Ye Lingyue and her mother had lived such a harsh life for over a decade, and the root cause of it all was the man in front of them.
Hong Fang’s face turned purple from being throttled and he rolled his eyes back like a dead fish, almost passing out.
"What do you want to do... I am not a thief... I am the biological father of the Yue Marquis, Ye Lingyue!" Hong Fang, who always had a quick wit, thought fast and suddenly blurted out.
But the more he spoke, the angrier Ye Beiming became.
"Oblivious to death." In a fury, Ye Beiming grabbed Hong Fang’s hand, and with a horrific cry from Hong Fang, one of his fingers was violently torn off by Ye Beiming.
The resilience of a Reincarnation Realm Martial Artist’s body is such that not even an Earth-level Spiritual Artifact could necessarily sever it in one stroke. However, as one of the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts, the Qilin clan’s Ye Beiming has a physical toughness that far surpasses ordinary Divine Artifacts.
Ye Beiming, by nature cruel and merciless, only reveals his tenderness towards his true love and dearest kin.
He chose not to kill Hong Fang with a single slap, but instead squinted his eyes, watching him suffer a live punishment.
Perhaps Hong Fang’s cries were too noisy, for Ye Beiming grabbed the shoe and sock that had fallen off Hong Fang, stuffing them into his mouth.
"With your cowardly nature, even if you were reincarnated ten times, you would not be worthy of being my daughter’s father."
Amidst severe pain, Hong Fang heard the man say this, and even forgot his torment, staring in horror at the man in front of him, more frightful than the Death God.
He said he’s Ling Yue’s father?
Impossible, how could this be? Could it be that that wretch, Ye Huangyu, betrayed me and flirted with another man behind my back?
No, that’s not right. Ye Huangyu could not have been involved with another man at the time she married me. Or could it be... that Ye Lingyue is no longer the Ye Lingyue of the past?
Hong Fang’s pupils shrank sharply.
But before he could ponder any longer, another severe pain struck his hand.
Ye Beiming had broken another of his fingers.
This man, with a frosty expression on his face, was crushing his fingers into pieces one by one. The pain was so unbearable that, unable to scream, Hong Fang’s forehead was drenched in dense cold sweat.
At this moment, he only wanted to die.
This man was far too terrifying.
Not until all ten of his fingers had turned into clumps of flesh and blood did Ye Beiming snort coldly again, stepping onto Hong Fang’s wrists and ankles.
"!!"
Hong Fang’s wrists and ankles exploded, sending up four clouds of Blood Mist.
After such torture, Hong Fang already preferred death to living, but with a foul-smelling sock stuffed in his mouth, he didn’t even have the capability to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
"Fox Ye, this is someone else’s bridal chamber."
Yun Sheng rolled her eyes as she watched from under the eaves for a while.
On seeing Yun Sheng, Hong Fang’s face first showed a burst of panic, but then a flicker of hope arose in his eyes.
He recognized her as the beautiful woman he had glimpsed outside the Ye Residence earlier.
After all, she was a woman, and it seemed that she had a close relationship with this cold and brutal man. Maybe if he begged her, he might still have a chance to live.
"Mmm—"
Hong Fang, with his limbs disabled, could only desperately shift his body, attempting to plead with the woman to spare his life.
Yun Sheng, however, merely gave him a cold glance.
Ever since Zhuge Rou had been toyed with by the old eunuch, Hong Fang lost interest in her body. In order to go through the motions, he had developed the habit of taking medication.
This time, intending to humiliate Ye Huangyu, he had even consumed a double dose of the drug.
The disdain in Yun Sheng’s eyes deepened.
"If you want to see, your husband will show you more thoroughly when we return home." Ye Beiming voiced his dissatisfaction, unwilling to let his wife gaze upon other men.
Yun Sheng pursed her lips, and the way she looked at Hong Fang made him feel a chill down his spine.
Ye Beiming pursed his lips, having forgotten how different his delicate wife was from ordinary women.
An ordinary woman, after a little excitement, could still calmly discuss with him how many muscles he had, how many bones, and how many fatal acupoints.
For Hong Fang to plead with Yun Sheng for mercy was like a birthday deity seeking death by hanging himself.
Hong Fang felt a shiver of terror as Yun Sheng watched him, but she suddenly smiled, took out a bottle of powder from her person, and sprinkled it over Hong Fang.
"The time is about right. I’ll detoxify Ye Huangyu. You take this man and throw him into the latrine. A man like him, killing him would dirty both our hands," said Yun Sheng, as she took out some Golden Needles and gently pricked a few points on Ye Huangyu’s body.
Ye Huangyu let out a whimper but did not immediately wake up.
After tidying up the room and restoring it to its original state, Yun Sheng quickly left.
Ye Beiming, lifting Hong Fang, flitted like a ghost, reaching the outside of latrine at the Ye Residence in just a few leaps.
Unlike common houses, because the Ye Residence was newly decorated and a Marquis Mansion, even the latrine for guests was relatively clean.
But Ye Beiming was not willing to let Hong Fang off so easily and turned to head toward the latrine used by servants.
At that moment, the sound of light footsteps approached.
A luxuriously dressed young girl, accompanied by a maid, walked over.
Ye Beiming, not wanting to be discovered, quickly hid in a nearby clump of bushes.
The girl was none other than Princess Qing Bi.
Although she had been entangled with Xiahou Qi this evening, due to the matter with Ye Lingyue, they had parted on bad terms. At the banquet, Xiahou Qi had simply sat down with the courtiers, leaving Princess Qing Bi alone at the table.
A native of Beiqing, Princess Qing Bi found herself with no relatives and few acquaintances in Xia Capital.
Xue Pianran, who accompanied her earlier, claimed to feel unwell and left, having sent someone to inform her in advance.
Left alone with the Empress Dowager and a group of old ladies, Princess Qing Bi, feeling displeased, started drinking on her own.
Who would have known that the wine of the Ye Residence, with its rich flavor, would be irresistible to someone from Beiqing like Princess Qing Bi once she started drinking.
She drank until her belly swelled and her steps grew unsteady, then she ordered her maid to help her to the latrine.
Having drunk a fair amount and earlier vexed by Ye Lingyue, Princess Qing Bi naturally harbored a belly full of complaints.