Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 182: Another Face-Slapping?

With just a single question, the experienced 'Ye Meijing' felt a chill run down her spine, sensing that Feng Ya Xianzi might have picked up on something suspicious. But on second thought, no matter how intelligent Feng Ya Xianzi was, she couldn't read minds. As long as 'Ye Meijing' didn't confess, what could Feng Ya Xianzi possibly do to her?

Reassured by this, 'Ye Meijing' regained her composure, attempting to play it cool with a carefree demeanor.

"Someone as ordinary as me, what connection could I possibly have with the Demon Lord?"

"This unofficial history is quite detailed but seems not as comprehensive as you suggest," Feng Ya Xianzi noted, flipping through the book and pointing to a particular page.

It only vaguely mentioned that the Demon Lord had disciples.

"You mentioned it's unofficial history, specifically between the Demon Lord and the Eldest Princess. How could it possibly detail the Demon Lord's entire life?"

'Ye Meijing' chuckled. The book focused on the entangled love-hate relationship between the Demon Lord and Long Qingyue. Although she had no idea who had the creativity to write such outrageous fiction, it was entertaining to read gossip about herself and her best friend.

However, Feng Ya Xianzi's demeanor suggested she had no intention of returning the book.

"Master, you've checked what's inside. Can you return the book to me now?"

'Ye Meijing' attempted to change the subject, only to see Feng Ya Xianzi stash the book away in her storage pouch, casually saying, "I haven't finished reviewing it; I'll return it later."

Her attitude was more akin to a bandit than the world's most beautiful woman. 'Ye Meijing' cursed internally, yet she was curious about what exactly Feng Ya Xianzi found so captivating.

"So, Master, what are your thoughts after reading it?"

Feigning nonchalance, 'Ye Meijing' asked. She noticed that as long as her questions weren't too outrageous, Feng Ya Xianzi would usually answer them.

"The Demon Lord deserves to die," Feng Ya Xianzi stated bluntly, those four words sending a shiver down 'Ye Meijing's' spine. She feigned calmness, puzzled as she continued to probe, "Why should she die? You didn't even know of her existence before."

It felt like the world's heaviest blame had been thrust upon her. 'Ye Meijing' was baffled by what details in the unofficial history had led Feng Ya Xianzi to such a conclusion.

Feng Ya Xianzi remained silent. Watching her mysterious demeanor, 'Ye Meijing' just wanted to find the plump boy and see if he could get another copy of the book.

However, five minutes passed, and 'Ye Meijing' still hadn't seen the plump boy.

Activating her divine sense, 'Ye Meijing' scanned the surroundings, searching for him. Strangely, not only was the plump boy missing, but Su Mei and Gu Aotian were gone too.

A new thought formed in her mind, prompting 'Ye Meijing' to stand abruptly. Feng Ya Xianzi looked at her quizzically, puzzled by her sudden reaction.

Initially planning to leave the mess for Feng Ya Xianzi, 'Ye Meijing' reconsidered due to her recent actions and advised, "Master, remember to keep a low profile. Avoid making the disciple too conspicuous, lest it invites trouble."

Feng Ya Xianzi was familiar with the term but didn't understand why 'Ye Meijing' was so fond of targeting people's faces.

"Another face-slapping?"

"It's a metaphor from my hometown. Just go easy on them. The plump boy hasn't returned, and I'm worried. I'll go look for him nearby. Remember, if strangers talk to you, ignore them, don't follow strangers, and don't act like Feng Ya Xianzi. You're Ye Wenxin now."

For a moment, 'Ye Meijing' felt like she had become Feng Ya Xianzi's guardian, worried about her every move. But as the protagonist, Feng Ya Xianzi would never truly keep a low profile.

Unable to keep watching Feng Ya Xianzi, 'Ye Meijing' focused on the plump boy's safety, fearing Su Mei might harbor murderous intent after the arena incident.

"Sis, where are you rushing off to?" On her way, 'Ye Meijing' encountered other members of Wenxin's gang. After some thought, she informed them that the plump boy might have been captured.

Everyone knew the plump boy's significance in Wenxin's gang and immediately organized a search for him. 'Ye Meijing' wasn't idle either. She showcased her Mysterious Steps for the first time, quickly searching every corner.

Before long, she found the plump boy tied up in an inconspicuous area, with Su Mei and Gu Aotian nearby.

"That's for hitting me! That's for hitting me!" Su Mei kicked and stomped, while the plump boy remained silent, glaring at his good friend Gu Aotian.

Gu Aotian was silent, a stark contrast to his demeanor six months ago. The sunny disposition was gone, replaced by a shadowy, cold gaze. Even in front of his best friend, Gu Aotian's eyes seemed to see a dead man.

They say heroes fall for beauties, but when heroes turn into cowards, it only leads to brothers turning against each other, with no turning back.

"Plump boy, do you yield?" Su Mei, exhausted, retrieved a cane from her storage pouch and whipped it at the plump boy.

He turned pale but stubbornly gritted his teeth, refusing to scream, staring intently at Gu Aotian.

Gu Aotian's gaze began to waver as he looked between his friend and his woman, showing signs of hesitation.

Within seconds, Su Mei noticed Gu Aotian's softening and clung to his arm, whispering, "He's already been seduced by that little vixen Ye Wenxin. Look at him, not fat, not thin, clearly drained by her."

Ironically, Su Mei, the real vixen, accused Ye Wenxin of being the seductress.

Watching from a distance, 'Ye Meijing' felt speechless as she emerged from the bushes. Her silent approach startled Su Mei and Gu Aotian into defensive stances, but upon seeing it wasn't Ye Wenxin, they both relaxed, their disdainful smirks evident.

The plump boy also noticed 'Ye Meijing', struggling on the ground. He knew the 'Ye Meijing' before him was his true leader and that the real Ye Wenxin couldn't match Su Mei's cultivation.

If Su Mei hadn't suffered at Feng Ya Xianzi's hands earlier, the plump boy wouldn't have been able to deplete her qi and win the match through sheer determination.

Now, with his qi depleted, he could hardly stand, let alone protect 'Ye Meijing'.