Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend

Chapter 1309 - 369: Brother-in-Law, Prepare Yourself

Ye Lingyue and Di Shen shook off those guards and hurried to the main hall.

Just as they were about to enter, they saw City Lord Yang storming out in a rage.

Behind him, the Wuling City Lord also strode out quickly.

When they saw Ye Lingyue and Di Shen, the two City Lords were both taken aback.

"Where are the two City Lords going? This junior is a step late, I must ask the two of you for your pardon."

At a glance at City Lord Yang’s expression, then another at the main hall, the other City Lords inside, and that Envoy from the Jiu Provinces Alliance sitting comfortably in his guest seat, Ye Lingyue already had a clear grasp of the current situation.

"City Lord Ye, it’s good that you’re here. The nine new cities are closely bound together; a City Lord Meeting only counts as such when all nine City Lords attend." The Wuling City Lord was someone adept at flexibility. He also saw Di Shen behind Ye Lingyue, and at once put on a kindly face, ushering City Lord Yang and Ye Lingyue back inside.

Seeing Ye Lingyue and Di Shen manage to arrive safe and sound, Luo Qian’s expression darkened.

He had stationed so many people to stop Ye Lingyue, yet unexpectedly, she had still managed to slip free.

But now that she had already come to the door, he couldn’t exactly drive her out.

"City Lord Ye, since you are here, please take a seat."

Luo Qian had no choice but to very begrudgingly order people to set up another table and bench, serving wine and food. As for Di Shen, he stood waiting behind Ye Lingyue.

The City Lord Meeting, originally attended by nine, thus became ten.

"Just now, due to some misunderstandings, I had a bit of an unpleasantness with City Lord Yang. Here, I first offer a cup of Jingshui wine; I hope City Lord Yang won’t take it to heart. Aside from discussing proper business at today’s meeting, my main purpose in inviting everyone to Shui City was for a little reunion. After all, we nine City Lords are busy with city affairs all year round, and rarely have the chance to all gather together." Luo Qian was also a man skilled in scheming. From the situation earlier, he already knew Ye Lingyue was not as simple as he had imagined.

At the very least, among the nine City Lords, there were already at least two who supported Ye Lingyue.

Even the always-neutral Wuling City Lord seemed to faintly have a tendency to stand on Ye Lingyue’s side.

This woman might not be stunning to look at, but she had only been in office for a little over a month and had already won over two City Lords. Luo Qian couldn’t help but look at Ye Lingyue with new eyes.

After a round of toasting and drinking, the atmosphere remained lukewarm. Luo Qian let out a laugh and continued.

"Today I have also invited the famous Moonlight Troupe from the mainland to the mansion to perform for all the City Lords. I hope everyone will enjoy it."

With that said, Luo Qian clapped his hands twice.

At the mention of the Moonlight Troupe, the City Lords present all showed looks of anticipation.

This Moonlight Troupe had, in the past five or six years, become the most renowned roaming singing troupe on the mainland. It was said their song and dance were both exceptional, especially their leading star, a female dancer named Guangzi, whose looks were said to be peerless under heaven, and whose voice and dancing were also a once-in-a-lifetime marvel of the mortal world.

Moreover, not just anyone could invite the Moonlight Troupe. It was said that countless mainland powerhouses and even various City Lords had wanted to invite Guangzi to perform, but very few had succeeded.

None of them had expected that they would have the chance to behold her in Shui City.

They heard a line of musicians walk out, more than eight people in all, each holding silk flutes, qin, or sheng. Some sat, some stood, and they began to play and sing.

A moment later, a faint exotic fragrance drifted through the air.

The light-blocking curtains in the main hall were lowered, shutting out the sunlight from outside.

A beam of light fell into the main hall, and a young girl slowly walked out.

Her long hair poured down to the floor, a veil covered her face, and she wore a long slit skirt that bared her navel.

The hem of that skirt shimmered with pearly light, like a curtain of stars. Her whole body, skin fairer than snow, a pair of straight long legs, and a waist so slender it seemed it wouldn’t fill one’s grasp—this was a born enchantress.

Her upturned fox-like eyes glittered with water-bright light, brimming with tender, lingering charm.

In her hand she held a scimitar inlaid with blood-red gems, the blade curved like a half moon.

She twisted her waist, supple as a snake, and the scimitar in her hand whirled like a crescent moon slowly rising into the sky; beneath the moon, the beauty was a painting come to life.

Her vermilion lips parted, and a dreamlike singing voice flowed from her throat.

She danced with the scimitar as she sang softly, like a night sprite under the moonlight that bewitched the heart and soul, like a Goddess of Light who brought light and hope. For a time, every frown and smile of the woman drew all eyes present, making them forget the earlier unpleasantness.

Everyone wore a look of infatuation—everyone except Ye Lingyue, seated at the lowest seat, whose eyes remained clear.

The moment that stunning, androgynously beautiful female dancer appeared, Ye Lingyue recognized her.

The leading star of this Moonlight Troupe was precisely that female dancer Guangzi, who had accidentally stolen a kiss from her in the street that day.

So that "next time we meet" she spoke of, she had meant here in the City Lord’s Mansion?

In that case, Guangzi had long known she was the City Lord of Huangquan City.

But how did she find out?

Ye Lingyue widened her eyes, staring fixedly at that Pian Ran dancing woman.

She had to admit, even a layman like her who knew nothing of dance and music was drawn in by this female dancer named Guangzi’s movements and singing.

What a pity that Fourth Brother wasn’t here today; otherwise he would have been over the moon.

But with a girl like this, a veritable man-killer, she was bound to have any number of admirers at her feet. Fourth Brother’s road to wooing his wife this time would probably be rough beyond belief.

Ye Lingyue secretly sighed in her heart. Around her, aside from herself, the City Lords of the other eight cities—even the elderly Wuling City Lord—were all watching Guangzi’s dance with looks of appreciation.

Not to mention Luo Qian in the chief seat and that Envoy from the Jiu Provinces Alliance—their eyeballs were practically about to fall out.

A man-killer indeed... Ye Lingyue couldn’t help turning her head to glance at Di Shen.

Di Shen was also looking at Guangzi, his gaze very intent.

Ye Lingyue was a little displeased. She raised her hand, planning to pinch Di Shen and let him just try and keep staring.

Before she could pinch him, the music suddenly changed.

Guangzi’s scimitar suddenly shifted in her hand. Her long leg stepped out, and she "accidentally" stepped on her skirt hem; the scimitar flew out of her grasp and clattered to the floor as she toppled straight toward the direction where Di Shen stood.

Di Shen instinctively reached out, catching Guangzi in his arms.

Lowering his head, he met Guangzi’s pair of fox eyes, clear as autumn water. The two were very close—so close that Di Shen could clearly see the fine texture of Guangzi’s skin.

The music halted.

There were a few clinks of cups hitting the ground; it was City Lord Luo Qian’s wine cup, crushed to pieces in his hand.

Ye Lingyue was also stunned.

She glanced at Di Shen, then at Guangzi.

She couldn’t help feeling that this posture of theirs was just a little too suggestive.

"My lord... this humble concubine has twisted her foot. I must trouble my lord to carry this humble concubine up."

Guangzi’s face flushed crimson as she threw Di Shen a devastatingly flirtatious look, and at the same time, she secretly peeked toward Ye Lingyue’s direction. He had clearly already seen that Sister’s expression was rather ugly.

In Guangzi’s heart, the chibi version of Ye Lingguang was standing akimbo, laughing wildly: Scumbag, your doom has come. There has yet to be a man in this world who can withstand the charm of Guang Zi.