Chapter 817: 817 Violence Backing [1st Update]
With Ye Wanlan’s skills, naturally, it would be impossible for a maid to lay a hand on her.
She didn’t even move from her spot, just slightly shifted her posture.
The maid kicked into the air and, unable to stop her montum, stumbled and fell to the ground with a “thump” on her knees.
ivis’s voice suddenly turned cold: “How bold!”
Not to ntion a Beta-level Divine Bloodline, even an Alpha Level would have to show her so deference.
He Lan saw her not kneeling and let it pass, perhaps due to ignorance of etiquette, but to evade?
That was intentional!
Ye Wanlan still didn’t speak; she only coughed a few tis.
“Her Royal Highness the Princess, please quell your anger!” said the Dean hurriedly, “He Lan has just awoken and is very weak.”
He kept muttering in his heart, why did he feel that ivis harbored great hostility towards He Lan?
Princess ivis took a deep breath to suppress her anger.
There were still others here; she couldn’t overstep, or else if word got out, it would damage her reputation.
“I ask you, did anything unusual happen during your baptism in the Holy Pond?” ivis stared intently into Ye Wanlan’s eyes, “And why have you been in a coma, only waking up today?”
Ye Wanlan shook her head and continued to remain silent.
“Her Royal Highness, this is how it went.” The Dean spoke up before ivis could get angry again, recounting the words of the Divine Servant, “He Lan has been in a coma and is unaware of external matters.”
Ye Wanlan suddenly started coughing, her complexion looking quite pale.
Upon seeing this, before ivis could speak, the Dean said, “It’s better to let her go back and rest, it wouldn’t be good to offend Her Royal Highness in this state.”
ivis could only swallow her anger with difficulty: “Leave.”
“He Lan, co on.” The Dean relaxed, imdiately leading Ye Wanlan away.
Not until they left the reception hall did he breathe a sigh of relief for her.
Princess ivis wasn’t just the most favored younger generation in the Royal Family; she also enjoyed high prestige among the populace.
Let alone ordinary people, even her uncles and aunts didn’t dare provoke her.
“The Dean previously said Princess ivis was approachable.” Ye Wanlan stopped coughing, raised her head slightly, and smiled faintly, “But probably forgot that in her eyes, many people aren’t considered human.”
The Dean’s expression changed instantly; he first checked the surroundings to ensure no one was around, then quickly whispered, “Such words must never be overheard by others, or your life won’t be safe!”
In all of Cangyuan Country, who would dare speak ill of the Flanders Royal Family?
With the High Priest providing support and Lancelot Austin warring all around, the Flanders Royal Family’s rule was as solid as a rock, unassailable.
Ye Wanlan again said nothing, her expression indifferent.
The ruling class of Cangyuan Country was thoroughly rotten.
Since it’s completely rotten, why not uproot it and clean it thoroughly?
“You go back to your dorm and rest; there’s no rush to attend classes.” The Dean added, “Among this year’s Beta-levels, there are a total of thirty-four, and your curriculum differs from the others.”
Ye Wanlan nodded and returned to her dorm under the Dean’s watchful eyes.
Soone was already waiting in the room.
“Disciple!” Baili Changkong’s eyes lit up, “Oh dear, after the complete awakening of the bloodline, I can see your strength has increased greatly.”
Ye Wanlan smiled at him: “Teacher.”
“Here is a spiritual elixir I found for you; take it quickly.” Baili Changkong pushed a vial forward, “Weren’t you just supposed to get a physical checkup? Why were you gone so long?”
Ye Wanlan briefly described what had transpired in the reception hall.
“Outrageous!” Baili Changkong slamd the table with a furious shout, “Such vile treatnt of commoners, without them, what would she have today?”
The governance model of Cangyuan Country is hardly different than that of the Ning Dynasty, with the royal and noble feeding off the populace’s resources, hence the Flanders Royal Family’s prosperity.
If not for the countless millions of Cangyuan Country’s commoners supporting the Flanders Royal Family, neither Beirut King nor Princess ivis would enjoy their current supre power and status.
But Atlantis is ultimately Atlantis, unlike Shenzhou, which has long held that “kings and generals are not born,” nor does it hold the belief that “he who wins people’s hearts, wins the world,” let alone that “losing the people’s support ans the country is dood.”
“Calm down, Teacher, anger harms the body.” Ye Wanlan handed him a cup of tea, “Don’t get angry over unworthy people.”
“Calming down is nonsense, anger must be unleashed to avoid harming the body!” Baili Changkong downed the tea in one go, “Keeping anger bottled up is the true harm, I’m going to seek justice for you now!”
With those words, he had already vanished from his spot.
At this mont, the Royal Palace.
“This He Lan is utterly arrogant!” the maid said angrily, “To confront Her Royal Highness the Princess like this, does she not know that her future military assignnt from Neptune Military Academy will depend on Her Royal Highness’s wishes?”
“Coming from a small place, I can understand,” ivis said coldly, “But I will make her understand the consequences of her reckless actions.”
As long as I whisper a word to Beirut King, He Lan’s future prospects will be completely ruined.
Thinking of this, ivis regained her haughty deanor.
Soon, she arrived at the Beirut King’s chamber and respectfully greeted him: “Father.”
“Ah, Little i is here.” Beirut King smiled, “Co over and let Father have a good look at you.”
ivis obediently approached, massaging Beirut King’s shoulders: “Is this pressure to your satisfaction, Father?”
“Little i is always thoughtful.” Beirut King felt comforted, “Your brothers and sisters only make Father angry every day.”
As the father and daughter chatted, a gust of wind blew open the hall doors.
“Who is it?!”
Beirut King’s gaze turned sharp, raising his hand ready to act.
At that mont, the wind dissipated, revealing Baili Changkong in the center of the hall.
“Senior Baili, what brings you here today?” Beirut King finally relaxed and laughed, “I heard those online rumors saying you’ve found a final disciple, ah, just idle talk from those online folks.”
ivis continued to massage Beirut King’s shoulders, keeping her head down, saying nothing.
This news about Baili Changkong taking a disciple was sothing she intentionally leaked out.
After all, Baili Changkong held considerable status in Cangyuan Country, and many speculated whether he would die alone or lower his standards to take on a student.
Even though she looked down on those online chatterers, the more voices there were, the stronger the force, perhaps they might help her uncover Baili Changkong’s disciple.
Baili Changkong stroked his beard: “Your Majesty, your information is astute; this is not just idle talk. It’s true.”
“Oh?” Beirut King showed interest, “So, Senior Baili, this disciple of yours…”
“Originally, I thought since ivis has long been without a ntor,” Baili Changkong said with hands behind his back, “why not take them both, let them accompany my disciple?”
“Of course, of course!” Beirut King was delighted, “It would be ivis’s honor to be under your tutelage, Senior Baili.”
“But I refuse to take those who oppress commoners!” Baili Changkong’s expression suddenly darkened, a cold smile on his face, “Let it be known, regardless of whether I break my vow and take another disciple in the future, it will never be ivis!”
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