Joy of Life: Born to Ye Qingmei, raised by Li Yunrui

Chapter 91 Youyou wakes up

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ye Liuyun was like a broken sandbag, constantly bombarded by Ye Tian. Each time he was hit, he would spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face would become increasingly pale.

Finally, under yet another heavy blow, Ye Liuyun could no longer hold on. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his true energy completely dissipating. He no longer had the strength to stand.

He lost.

The defeat was so complete, so humiliating, so utterly predictable.

The entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared at Ye Tian as if he were a monster, their shock and fear beyond words.

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Ye Tian's seemingly casual move actually contained the power of a Grandmaster at its peak. It crushed Ye Liuyun, a sword saint who had been famous for decades, to the ground like a rag doll, spitting out blood and having no power to resist anymore.

The entire courtyard of the Prince of Qin's mansion fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

You could hear a pin drop.

All the guests, whether high-ranking officials or members of noble families, were frozen in place as if under a spell, their expressions etched with extreme shock and fear.

"Gulp." Someone swallowed hard, the sound unusually clear in the deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable panic spread through the crowd like a plague.

"Master Ye, Master Ye, defeated? In one, one move?" A young official's voice trembled, almost unable to believe his eyes.

"That's Ye Liuyun! One of the Four Grandmasters! How could this be?"

"He, His Highness the King of Qin, what kind of monster is he?!"

Then, someone noticed a fact that sent chills down their spines.

"Your Highness, you seem to be only fourteen years old this year?"

Fourteen years old!

A fourteen-year-old Grandmaster?!

And this is a fourteen-year-old grandmaster who could defeat the veteran grandmaster Ye Liuyun in one move?!

This thought, like the most terrifying nightmare, instantly gripped everyone's hearts! It was completely beyond their comprehension, overturning their entire understanding of martial arts! This was mythology! No, it was even more terrifying than mythology!

"Splash, splash,"

One after another, people's legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground. Even worse, under the extreme fear and mental shock, some felt an uncontrollable warm current surge through their lower abdomen, and a shameful odor began to permeate the crowd.

Yes, after witnessing this scene that resembled the descent of gods and demons, and realizing the incredible strength of this fourteen-year-old boy, many of the so-called high-ranking officials and dignitaries present were utterly terrified! The look in their eyes as they looked at Ye Tian no longer held any contempt or calculation, but only the most primal and pure awe and fear!

Emperor Qing's face was as dark as the sky before a storm. His hands, resting on the armrests of his throne, were so tightly gripped that his knuckles were white, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged. He never imagined that Ye Tian would commit such a shocking act in public, nor did he expect Ye Liuyun to be defeated so decisively and thoroughly!

This was undoubtedly a blatant trampling of the Qing royal family's face, along with the dignity of the four grandmasters!

However, looking at Ye Tian's calm yet seemingly all-seeing eyes, and the faint yet terrifying aura emanating from him, Emperor Qing's raging anger was ultimately suppressed by a deeper sense of apprehension and a hint of fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.

The banquet naturally ended unhappily.

After experiencing such a terrifying scene, even the most sumptuous dishes and the most beautiful songs and dances could not arouse the slightest interest in these guests who were already terrified. They made excuses to leave and hurriedly fled the suffocating Qin Prince's Mansion.

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As night deepened, inside the Qin Prince's mansion, in the bridal chamber.

The dragon and phoenix red candles burned brightly, illuminating the entire room in a festive, warm red hue. On the exquisitely carved bed, a brocade quilt depicting mandarin ducks playing in the water was laid out, and the air was filled with a subtle, ambiguous atmosphere, a mixture of feminine fragrance and the scent of wine.

Wearing a phoenix crown and an elaborate and gorgeous wedding dress, Fan Ruoruo sat upright on the edge of the bed, her hands nervously clasped on her knees. Her heart was pounding like a deer, almost jumping out of her chest.

Although she had experienced such a thrilling scene during the day, now, alone in her new home, waiting for the arrival of her beloved, her heart was filled with the shyness, anticipation, and overflowing happiness of a new bride.

With a creak, the door was gently pushed open.

Ye Tian, ​​dressed in a bright red wedding robe, walked in slowly. Shedding the murderous aura and oppressive presence of the day, his handsome face appeared much softer in the gentle candlelight, less sharp and more languidly charming.

"Husband, my lord," Fan Ruoruo whispered when she heard the noise, her head bowed even lower, her cheeks already as red as ripe apples.

"Husband, my lord," Fan Ruoruo whispered when she heard the noise, her head bowed even lower, her cheeks already as red as ripe apples.

Ye Tian walked to the bedside, looking at his shy and radiant new wife, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes. He reached out and gently lifted Fan Ruoruo's red veil.

Beneath the veil lay a breathtakingly beautiful face, capable of displaying both joy and anger. Her eyebrows were willow-leaf shaped, her eyes almond-shaped, her nose delicate, and her lips cherry-red. Her skin was as white as snow, appearing even more flawless in the candlelight. Especially striking were her large, watery eyes, which now held seven parts shyness and three parts adoration as she secretly gazed at him. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, making her utterly adorable.

"Ruo Ruo, tonight, you are my queen, there's no need to be so reserved." Ye Tian's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a reassuring gentleness.

Hearing this, Fan Ruoruo felt a warmth in her heart. She mustered her courage, raised her head, and looked into Ye Tian's deep eyes. Her voice was filled with love and admiration: "Husband, today, Ruoruo is truly, truly overjoyed. During the day, my husband was incredibly powerful. Ruoruo, Ruoruo is so fortunate to be able to marry you, it is truly a blessing from past lives."

She recalled Ye Tian's domineering presence during the day, easily defeating even Grandmasters, and her heart filled with pride and honor. Her husband was the most extraordinary hero in the world!

Ye Tian chuckled softly, reached out and pulled her into his arms, whispering in her ear, "Silly girl, with me here, no one will dare to bully you."

Nestled in Ye Tian's broad, warm embrace, Fan Ruoruo felt his unique masculine aura, her whole body went weak, and her heart was filled with sweetness, as if she had been filled with honey.

"Husband," she looked up at Ye Tian, ​​her eyes shimmering with tenderness and love.

Ye Tian lowered his head and kissed her luscious red lips.

At first, it was just a light, tentative touch. Although shy, Fan Ruoruo bravely responded. Gradually, the kiss grew deeper and more lingering, like the finest wine, intoxicating and irresistible.

The candlelight flickered, and the red curtains hung low.

The atmosphere inside the new house grew increasingly ambiguous and intense.

Clothes removed, skin to skin.

Fan Ruoruo felt Ye Tian's burning body and intense possessiveness. Although she trembled with nervousness, she felt even more complete trust in her beloved and a willingness to dedicate herself to him. She loved him, loved everything about him, and was willing to give everything for him.

"My husband, Ruoruo, Ruoruo is yours for life," she whispered in Ye Tian's ear, her voice trembling with tears. She murmured her love words.

Ye Tian responded with an even more fervent demand, and at that moment, perhaps it also carried a trace of cherishing this pure love that he himself was unaware of.

The red candles warm the bedchamber, but the spring night is too short.

That night, Fan Ruoruo felt an unprecedented happiness and contentment.

She gave everything she had most precious to this man she loved deeply without reservation.

She knew that from this day forward, her life would be inextricably linked to that of the man named Ye Tian.

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A night of passion, and the red candles burned out.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the window and shone upon the festive red curtains of the bridal chamber, Fan Ruoruo slowly awoke. Nestled in Ye Tian's strong arms, feeling his steady breathing and warm body, a contented and happy smile involuntarily spread across her face.

Last night's events were like a beautiful and shy dream, transforming her from an innocent young girl into a blissful woman immersed in love. She slightly opened her eyes, secretly glancing at her husband, who was still fast asleep beside her. In the morning light, Ye Tian's face lacked its usual coldness and majesty; his features were soft, and his handsomeness was captivating.

"My lord," she couldn't help but reach out her finger, wanting to trace his perfect features, yet afraid of disturbing his sweet dreams.

Just then, Ye Tian's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes, meeting Fan Ruoruo's eyes, which were filled with love and shyness.