Beast Taming Mad Concubine: The Useless Young Lady is Back!

Chapter 292 Rebellion

Eleven blinked: "Didn't he just say he was going to stay with us?"

After saying that, she turned to look at Yi Moxu and said, "Uncle Xu, can you pick me up? I want to see what's going on in there too, okay?"

"Okay." Without saying a word, Yi Moxu lifted Eleven up and let her sit on his shoulders.

Eleven craned his neck and peered out: "I saw... I saw two chickens, and the two chickens were fighting."

Ye Qing'an and Yi Moxu exchanged a glance: "Cockfighting?"

Before the two finished speaking, they heard shouts coming from the other side: "Peck it, peck it, peck it for me!"

Amidst the chaotic sounds, Ye Qing'an could even faintly hear Ye Feiran's slightly childish voice.

"..."

Ye Qing'an frowned. This Ye Feiran was not good at any of the proper arts, such as playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, martial arts, or mystical arts, but he was good at everything, including horse racing and cockfighting.

"Oh no, I lost!"

"Hahaha, we won."

Eleven blinked: "After the two chickens were finished, two more came up, and I saw Ye Feiran give silver to someone else."

Ye Qing'an narrowed her eyes. They'd actually placed a bet?

Yi Moxu stood beside Ye Qing'an, his expression indifferent: "I've arranged for my subordinates to follow us. I've had a few of them keep an eye on Ye Feiran. Nothing will happen. Shall we go? Let's go take a look over there. There are quite a few lantern vendors there."

Ye Qing'an recalled the note that had been given to Ye Feiran earlier, and felt as if there was something she had overlooked.

"Take Eleven over and pick out a lamp. I'll stay here and keep an eye on Ye Feiran."

Yi Moxu turned to look at Ye Qing'an, said nothing more, and did not leave.

Eleven watched with great interest: "That chicken with red feathers on its neck looks small, but it's so powerful. The other chicken, which is all black feathers, is much fatter than it, but it's no match for it at all."

Ye Qing'an laughed: "Does Eleven think that Ye Feiran will win with the chicken he bets on?"

Eleven blinked: "I think it's definitely the chubby one, haha..."

"But that chicken is about to lose. I see it's being pecked so badly that it's completely helpless and can't move anymore."

Eleven jumped up and down: "Ah, I really lost."

No sooner had Eleven finished speaking than several frustrated voices came from the other end: "We lost! We lost! We lost!"

"How could someone so big lose?"

Several voices laughed wildly: "Hahaha, we won! We won! My precious little darling, you really lived up to my expectations!"

Ye Qing'an frowned: "We need to find someone to call Ye Feiran back."

Yi Moxu replied, "I'll send someone over."

However, before Yi Moxu could send anyone over, he heard what sounded like a dispute.

"I just feel that this chicken shouldn't have lost; you guys must have rigged it!"

"It's Ye Feiran!" Eleven craned his neck: "Ye Feiran got into a fight with someone."

"Oh my, Young Master Ye, do you really think this is your backyard? You can do whatever you want with it? You accuse others of cheating when you lose, but think it's your due when you win? How interesting."

"This chicken is all show and no substance. It looks strong, but actually... well, it's just like you, Young Master Ye."

"You bet! Look at all that fat on you, oh my god, did you eat pig swill? How did you grow up like this? You wobble when you walk, and you're heavier than two of me. But you know what, I could crush you with just one finger."

Ye Feiran's voice trembled with anger: "What are you saying? Believe me or not, I'll have someone beat you to death!"

"Hahaha, you want someone to beat me to death?" The man laughed loudly. "You really think that just because you're the son of Prime Minister Ye, you can do whatever you want in Wangjing City? You've probably forgotten that this is Wangjing City. Prime Minister Ye is indeed powerful, and indeed has great influence, but no matter how powerful he is, can he be more powerful than the heavens, more powerful than the Emperor?"

Ye Qing'an frowned as she listened to the arguing coming from the other side. When she heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and in a flash, she came back to her senses.

She realized that Liu Xueying's original plan today wasn't to target her or send someone to assassinate her, but rather... Ye Feiran!

Ye Feiran's temperament was entirely shaped by Liu Xueying, so Liu Xueying naturally knew how to provoke Ye Feiran and make him completely lose his mind.

Liu Xueying made Ye Feiran stay by her side all day because she wanted Ye Feiran to get into trouble in front of her, so that she would inevitably be implicated.

Yi Moxu had already sensed something was wrong. He gave a signal, and the subordinates of Li Huo Pavilion, who were hidden in the crowd, quickly rushed towards Ye Feiran.

They acted quickly, but Ye Feiran's mouth was even faster: "Yes, my father is really powerful, more powerful than anyone else, even more powerful than the Emperor!"

As soon as Ye Feiran said this, the expressions of the people confronting him immediately changed.

"Guards! There is a lowly commoner here who has audaciously committed treason! Guards, tie him up!"

The onlookers, who had initially just been there to watch the spectacle, quickly moved aside when they saw how things had escalated.

Suddenly, several guards surged from the crowd, protecting the group and drawing their swords at Ye Feiran.

Once the surrounding crowd parted, Ye Qing'an and the others were finally able to see what was happening inside.

Yi Moxu's gaze fell on the few people being protected by the guards, and his brows furrowed slightly: "It's the Sixth Prince."

"The Sixth Prince?" Ye Qing'an frowned even more. Ye Feiran's words just now had been overheard by so many people, which made the matter very bad, especially since there was a prince among them.

Ye Feiran seemed to finally come to her senses, a look of panic flashing across her face: "What are you doing? Who are you people?"

A young man, about ten years old, chuckled and said, "Young Master Ye is so powerful, he naturally wouldn't recognize us, nor would he recognize this Sixth Prince."

"To say that Prime Minister Ye is superior to the Emperor in front of the Sixth Prince? This matter must be thoroughly investigated. Young Master Ye is so arrogant, why don't we go to the Emperor and let him judge?"

"The last person who dared to say that is probably already buried with grass growing two zhang tall. Hahaha..."

Ye Qing'an clenched her hands tightly, her palms aching from the pressure. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind as she pondered what to do about this matter.

With so many people hearing it, denying it outright is useless.

In this situation, how can we save Ye Feiran...?

Once the charge of heinous crime is established, Ye Feiran faces only one fate: death.