Chapter 270: I Like the Pure Type. These 2 Are Mine.

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: I Like the Pure Type. These 2 Are Mine.

Zhao Yu let out a bitter laugh. "Do you have any idea who he is? He’s about to marry the princess, which will make him the legitimate Prince Consort!"

"The Prince Consort!" A wary look flashed in Zhao Jinlong’s eyes, but he quickly shouted:

"So what if he’s the Prince Consort? Don’t you have the Empress backing you? The Empress is the one who calls the shots in the palace now. Even the Prince Consort would have to kneel before her!"

Zhao Yu shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. "You have no idea how arrogant this Ye Feng is. He dared to kill the Empress’s butler right in front of her. Do you really think he’s afraid of her?"

Zhao Jinlong could hardly believe what he was hearing. "He dares to be that arrogant, even in front of the Empress? What kind of terrifying backer does he have?"

"The Emperor. The Emperor is the one backing him," Zhao Yu said with a bitter laugh. "The Emperor has woken up, and the situation in the palace has completely changed. The Empress’s power is rapidly weakening. Now, even she can’t keep him in check!"

"And you have no idea how arrogant and tyrannical he is. He took down the Minister of Personnel, who didn’t even dare to let out a fart in protest. And the Martial Association? Such a fearsome organization, and he wiped out over a thousand of their members—all of them executed on the spot. Tell me, can we really afford to provoke someone like that?"

Zhao Jinlong’s face went pale, and he trembled uncontrollably. He never imagined that he’d provoked such an Asura of slaughter today.

It took him a long moment to process it all. He looked at Zhao Yu and shouted resentfully:

"So we’re just supposed to let him walk all over us and not even dare to let out a fart?"

A venomous glint flashed in Zhao Yu’s eyes. "Not dare to let out a peep? Impossible. We still have the Empress behind us, after all. She must hate his guts by now. I’ll go see her, add some fuel to the fire, and make sure she gets rid of this scourge, no matter the cost!"

With that, he turned and left with his entourage.

...

「In the hotel’s private room.」

Chen Yun’er giggled as she looked at Ye Feng. "You know, Ye Feng, at first I was against you marrying the princess. But now, I’m all for it. With the title of Prince Consort, I’d like to see who dares to bully you!"

Mu Qingyun shot Chen Yun’er a glare. "Zhao Yu has only backed down for now. Don’t forget, he has the Empress behind him. He’s definitely going to run to her and have her get revenge on his behalf!"

Ye Feng let out a cold sneer. "It’d be one thing if Wu Xiu stayed out of this. But if she dares to make a move, I don’t mind stomping her into the ground right alongside them!"

"There you go, spouting nonsense again. Haven’t I told you the Empress is not to be trifled with? You are not to clash with her before Eldest Sister gets back. Do you hear me?"

"Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you!" Seeing Mu Qingyun getting angry, Ye Feng quickly put on an appeasing smile.

Just then, Ye Feng’s phone began to ring insistently. He picked it up, glanced at the screen, then answered with a smile, "Luyao, calling me already? You miss me that much?"

"You scamp, can you ever be serious?" Wang Luyao’s flustered voice came through the phone. "I’m at the airport. Come and get me!"

Ye Feng was taken aback for a second before nodding. "Okay, I’m on my way."

Wang Luyao added, "And bring a bigger car. Xue’Er and Sister Yufei are here too."

"They all came?" Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded. "Alright, I got it!"

Ye Feng hung up and smiled at his senior sisters. "Sisters, Luyao and the others are here. I’m going to go pick them up."

Chen Yun’er shook her head at Ye Feng. "Those wives of yours must have heard you’re about to marry the princess. They’re coming to hold you accountable. Ah, what a romantic battlefield!"

Ye Feng’s eyes widened. "Nonsense! If any of them dare to give me trouble, I’ll dump them!"

Chen Yun’er giggled. "That’s the spirit! You have to be that assertive. If you can’t even handle them, how are you ever going to win over us senior sisters?"

Mu Qingyun, who was standing beside them, suddenly reached out and pinched Chen Yun’er’s cheek, hissing through gritted teeth, "You little brat, if you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll rip that mouth of yours right off!"

Chen Yun’er dodged away, giggling at Mu Qingyun. "I wonder who it is that’s calling ’Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng’ in her sleep? Hmph, your mouth says no, but your heart wants him more than anyone..."

"Ah! You little brat, say one more word and I’ll really rip your mouth off!" Mu Qingyun shouted, mortified, and lunged at Chen Yun’er.

As she dodged, Chen Yun’er laughed and shouted, "Ye Feng, your number two wife is attacking your number three wife! Quick, come help!"

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..." Ye Feng started coughing violently and beat a hasty retreat.

Once outside, he immediately called Ma Hui and told him to get a few cars ready to pick up some people.

Before long, a convoy of cars came roaring from the distance, screeching to a halt right in front of Ye Feng.

The door of a Bentley opened, and Ma Hui stepped out. He walked up to Ye Feng and said, a little sheepishly, "Boss, it was short notice, so I couldn’t pull together that many cars. My apologies!"

Staring at the hundred-odd luxury cars lined up before him, Ye Feng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "This is you ’not pulling together that many cars’? What were you planning on doing, bringing me every single luxury car in the Imperial Capital?"

Ma Hui just grinned, hurried over to open the car door for Ye Feng, and then the convoy sped off, roaring toward the airport.

...

「Imperial Capital Airport.」

Three stunning beauties emerged from the airport, pulling their suitcases. They stood at the exit, gazing into the distance.

Xiao Yufei, Nangong Xue, and Wang Luyao.

Just then, a Lamborghini Aventador came roaring up and screeched to a halt beside the three women.

Wang Luyao pouted. "That jerk. I told him all three of us were here, and he shows up in a car like this. Does he expect us to pile in on top of each other?"

She was about to pull open the door when Nangong Xue stopped her.

"You’ve got it wrong, Luyao," she said. "That’s not Ye Feng driving."

Wang Luyao glanced toward the driver’s seat, blushed, and stuck out her tongue. "Oops, you’re right. My mistake!"

Just then, the car door opened. A young man in sunglasses stepped out. He took them off, and as his eyes landed on Wang Luyao’s stunning face, an unmistakable look of greed flashed in them.

He grinned at Wang Luyao. "Well, little beauty. You’re quite a looker."

He then glanced over at Xiao Yufei and Nangong Xue. When he got a clear look at their faces, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Holy shit! One’s prettier than the next. Looks like I’ve stumbled upon a whole nest of beauties today!"

He sauntered up to the three of them and said with a lecherous grin, "So, three lovely ladies, where are you headed? Hop in, I’ll give you a ride."

The three of them didn’t even spare the man a glance, simply turning their backs on him.

The man chuckled. "What, is my car too small for you? Don’t worry, that’s not a problem at all."

He then whipped out his phone and made a call, shouting excitedly, "Boss, get over to the airport exit! There are three absolute goddesses over here!"

A moment later, several more luxury cars roared onto the scene and screeched to a halt. A young man emerged from a Bugatti Veyron.

The man had long hair and a face covered in acne, looking like the reincarnation of some toad demon. The sight of him was enough to make one want to vomit.

When the man in sunglasses saw the long-haired man, he hurried over to greet him with a sycophantic grin.

"Young Master Sun, take a look! All three of them are absolute stunners!"

The long-haired man’s eyes lit up as he scanned the three women. "Tsk, tsk. Not bad at all! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen merchandise of this quality."

He pointed at Wang Luyao and Xiao Yufei. "I like these two pure, innocent types. They’re mine."

Then, he pointed to Nangong Xue. "Lao Liu, you like the feisty ones. She’s all yours."