"What? Eighth sister, why ask that?"

Ye Fan stared at Chen Murong.

Their eyes met!

Chen Murong's face was serious: "If you have no desire for conquest, then we sisters will guard the frontier and protect Great Xia, becoming the strongest shield behind you!"

"But if you wish to rule the world, we sisters will be the sharpest sword in your hand, clearing all obstacles for you!"

Ye Fan felt moved.

No wonder he could be a wastrel for over twenty years in his previous life; his ten sisters were bearing the burden for him!

If it weren't for the forged rebellion letter by Qin Feng, eighth sister wouldn't have been stripped of her military power, nor would she have died tragically!

"Eighth sister, you're too good to me!"

Ye Fan sighed deeply: "It's a pity you're my real sister, otherwise, I'd want to marry you!"

"Now that I'm grown, it's my turn to protect you!"

"Oh? Hehe~"

A hint of emotion flashed in the depths of Chen Murong's beautiful eyes: "It's a deal!"

Ye Fan thought Chen Murong was talking about protecting her, and patted his chest: "Don't worry, I've got this!"

Chen Murong looked puzzled: "Xiao Fan, what are you saying? I don't understand."

"It's nothing."

Ye Fan shook his head with a smile: "But I really don't want to be Emperor!"

Chen Murong looked at him: "Oh? You don't want the power of being second to none?"

Ye Fan shrugged: "Being Emperor is exhausting, imprisoned in the Imperial Inner Palace for life."

"If it comes to that, wouldn't it be better to support an Emperor and control things from behind the scenes?"

Eighth sister looked up in shock, as if she didn't recognize Ye Fan!

...

Meanwhile, in the depths of a luxurious mansion in Great Xia Dragon Capital.

The Minister of Great Xia, Wang Guozhong, arrived outside a room and knocked seven times. The door creaked open.

Two stunning young women opened the door, using sign language gestures. They were deaf-mutes, unable to speak or hear, and couldn't read, ensuring all secrets were kept!

After Wang Guozhong made a gesture.

The two deaf-mute girls stepped aside.

Wang Guozhong walked in and knelt on one knee before a screen: "Your Highness! The Emperor is furious, Li Chengqian has been deposed!"

"Ye Fan escaped unscathed, and Chen Murong has returned to Dragon Capital!"

A soft voice came from behind the screen: "I already know!"

Wang Guozhong was secretly shocked. He had left the Imperial Palace immediately and rushed here, yet His Highness already knew everything? Could it be that there are people of His Highness beside the Emperor?

"Chen Murong returned in a hurry, riding the Lightning Falcon, and she came back alone!"

"What does Your Highness mean?"

"Now, if we kill her, no one will suspect me!"

Wang Guozhong gasped: "Killing the North Suppressing Grand General in Dragon Capital? Wouldn't that cause too much commotion?"

His Highness smiled: "What if the North Suppressing Prince dies too?"

Wang Guozhong's eyes narrowed, a cold sweat broke out on his back, and he immediately said: "I'll arrange for someone to go!"

"No need! Feng Qingyang has already set out, and by now, he should be almost there."

...

The carriage stopped at the Duke's Mansion gate.

The heads of Xu Fu's family, over three hundred people, had been dealt with, and the bloodstains on the ground had been washed away.

Ye Fan jumped off the carriage and extended a hand: "Eighth sister, let me help you down!"

Chen Murong covered her mouth with a smile: "You! Have you forgotten I'm a 6th-rank Martial Spirit?"

Though she said that, she still placed a hand on Ye Fan's wrist, just as she was about to jump down from the carriage!

Suddenly, Chen Murong's pretty face changed dramatically: "Xiao Fan! You can cultivate martial arts..."

Ye Fan nodded: "Yes!"

"Ah!"

Chen Murong covered her mouth with one hand, while the other gripped Ye Fan's wrist tightly. She could clearly sense that Ye Fan's pulse was strong, and he was at least a 5th or 6th-rank Martial Artist.

"When did this happen?"

Chen Murong's body trembled, unable to hide the excitement in her beautiful eyes.

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This news was the best she had heard in twenty years.

"Just these past few days."

Ye Fan smiled.

"Good! Good!" Chen Murong still held onto Ye Fan's hand.

"Eighth sister, you're hurting me." Ye Fan said.

"Hehehe~"

Only then did Chen Murong let go, wrapping her arms around Ye Fan's waist, lifting him up and giving him a hard kiss on the cheek.

"Remember! Don't tell anyone about this for now!"

"Alright!"

Ye Fan naturally knew that once it was known he could cultivate martial arts, many people wouldn't be able to sit still.

"You two siblings, one is the North Suppressing Prince, the other is the North Suppressing Grand General, hugging each other on the street, what kind of behavior is that?" Following the source of the voice.

A Taoist nun in a gauze robe stood inside the Duke's Mansion gate.

"Ninth Madam!"

Wang Danian and others bowed in greeting.

This was the biological mother of eighth sister, Ye Fan's Ninth Madam, Chen Hong.

Ye Fan's mother died shortly after he was born, and his father, Ye Zhengrong, took nine concubines in one breath. Ten years ago, Ye Zhengrong died in battle at the Northern Frontier, leaving Ye Fan uncared for, turning him into a complete wastrel.

As Ye Fan grew up, the nine concubines avoided suspicion.

Some sought refuge with their daughters.

Some moved out of the Duke's Mansion but stayed in Great Xia Dragon Capital, starting new ventures.

After Chen Murong inherited the position of North Suppressing Grand General, Chen Hong, worried about her daughter's excessive killing, moved into a temple to chant scriptures daily, hoping to accumulate virtue for her daughter.

"Mother!"

Chen Murong ran over and threw herself into Chen Hong's arms.

"Already a Grand General, and still so shameless? Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

Chen Hong's skin was fair, her figure full, and even in a gauze robe, she exuded an aura of inviolable sanctity!

"Hmph! So what? Who dares to speak against me?"

"Really can't do anything with you! The meal is ready, let's eat first."

The table was filled with Chen Murong's favorite dishes and pastries, everything one could wish for.

Hua Nongyu and Hua Nongyue came over to serve: "Young Master, have some appetizer soup first!"

As Ye Fan took the soup bowl, Chen Hong's expression suddenly changed. She reached out, grabbed Ye Fan's shoulder, and pulled him into her soft embrace!

Swoosh—!

A sword aura struck!

The precious huanghuali dining table shattered into pieces!

"A 7th-rank Martial King? How dare you attempt to assassinate the North Suppressing Prince in the Duke's Mansion!" Chen Hong shouted, drawing a soft sword from her waist.

Ye Fan turned to see a man dressed in black night attire.

He wielded a sword embedded with a Demonic Beast Crystal Core, blue sword aura swirling as he attacked!

"Brothers, seize him for me!"

Wang Danian led dozens of armored soldiers to charge out.

Chen Hong also joined the battle, together besieging the 7th-rank Martial King!

"Master, watch out! Above!"

Suddenly, the voice of the Chaos All-Creation Cauldron echoed in Ye Fan's mind!

Instinctively looking up, with a 'bang,' the hall's roof was pierced by a sword. Another figure in black night attire, wielding an extremely sharp sword, aimed straight for Ye Fan's crown!

"Little brother! Dodge quickly!"

Chen Murong cried out in shock.

In a flash, she rushed in front of Ye Fan, pushing him aside!

She exposed herself to the sword, and seeing this, the attacker shifted his aim, piercing straight through Chen Murong's heart!