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Untitled Part 52

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329 – The secret of his mother in the past

It was only that, why did Lang Zhong come to find him at this time?

"Tell him to come in."

Ye Qingyu nodded his head.

Tang San walked out again.

Very quickly, he brought a person in.

It was a young man wearing a purple martial soldier outfit. His figure was heroic and muscular, with bronze skin and scarlet red hair. The sword-like eyebrows were high up on his face, and his eyes were especially piercing. There was a heroicness about him, and an aura formed around him, like a long blade that was half drawn out. The sharpness of the sword made one unable to regard him directly.

Without needing any introduction, this person was naturally the Lang Zhong of the Two River Gang.

Tang San was a person with especially discriminating eyesight. After bringing Lang Zhong inside, he gave a sign to the pretty server.

This server could be counted as clever. She immediately realized, and soundlessly departed after excusing herself.

At this time, she could already largely guess at Ye Qingyu's true identity.

To be able to make Tang San, who was famed throughout Deer City, to be so respectful towards him and call him young master, apart from the legendary Marquis Ye, who else could it be?

The girl wanted to remain in the private room for a bit longer, but she dared not tarry.

She waited respectfully outside the room. Her exquisite little face was filled with a red hue due to excitement. Her hand was pressed against her chest, resisting the urge to shriek in excitement.

Marquis Ye was really handsome.

The eyes of this girl turned to someone who seemed to have lovesickness.

Inside the private room.

"I pay my respects to Marquis Ye." Lang Zhong was exceedingly respectful when he entered. He bowed fully, with his knees touching the ground.

Ye Qingyu frowned. With a lift of his hands, an invisible energy surged out, carrying Lang Zhong's body up. "You don't have to pay such great respects, Leader Lang. You are not someone of the military. As someone belonging to the Jianghu, you are not restricted by the greetings of the government. You don't have to be so courteous in front of me."

Lang Zhong shook his head. "I did not pay my respects because of your military identity. I did it because you are my young master."

"Young master?" There was a questioning light that flashed by in Ye Qingyu's eyes.

Lang Zhong could not bow down anymore, but he still didn't dare be disrespectful. He straightened his body, took out a faint yellow letter, and handed it over with both hands, his body bowing over with an emotional expression.

Ye Qingyu's gaze landed on the letter. Elegant and powerful black brushstrokes entered into his eyes.

His heart, suddenly thudded.

Such penmanship...

Ye Qingyu quickly stood up, an expression of shock on his face. At a quick speed, he nearly tore it from Lang Zhong's hands and looked at the letter. He could clearly see the elegant characters at the front of the letter.