My Arrogant Young Lady

"Brother, I've brought my sister's son back." With a solemn expression, he bowed slightly to a man not far away.

After hearing what the bald man said, I couldn't help but look ahead. I saw a man with his back to us, dressed in a Tang suit, who exuded an extraordinary air about him.

He wore a jade thumb ring on his left thumb, and two gemstone rings on his right index and middle fingers. And on his right wrist, he wore a bracelet exactly like mine.

"You're here?" He turned around gently.

The moment he turned around, I saw his appearance and felt something indescribable. He had large eyes and snow-white skin. His face was slightly plump, and his whole body exuded a subtle air of nobility. This man, I actually wanted to use the word "beautiful" to describe him.

If it weren't for his slightly overweight physique, he could easily pass for a beautiful woman without anyone noticing.

"Xi'er?" Looking at me, his sharp gaze gradually softened. Like the bald man, his eyes began to redden.

"Uncle?" My heart suddenly surged with emotion. I felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to the man in front of me.

“He is your uncle, Emperor Zhao, and this is also your uncle, his name is Longpao.” An Yao suddenly spoke up from behind me.

"Heh. It's An You's daughter. Time flies, she's grown up so much." Emperor Zhao suddenly sneered, his eyes sweeping over her with disdain.

“Yes, Uncle.” An Yao bowed to him calmly.

"He does know some manners, much more so than your mother," Emperor Zhao said with a disdainful sneer.

"..." An Yao's expression remained calm.

“An Yao. My elder brother heard long ago that Xi’er was in the provincial capital, but we’ve been searching for him for over a decade without finding any trace of him. May I ask, how did you find him?” The man in the dragon robe suddenly asked.

“It was Xi’er who sent me the message,” An Yao said coldly.

"Yehenara Xier? Wang Xi's fiancée?" The dragon robe was surprised upon hearing An Yao's words.

“Yes.” An Yao nodded gently.

"Oh? So she's my future nephew's wife. Why didn't you bring that little girl along? I heard she's quite beautiful." Emperor Zhao smiled.

“Xi’er is a perfectionist; she won’t easily make an appearance unless she’s fully prepared,” An Yao said.

"Heh, how pretentious." Emperor Zhao laughed again.

Hearing Emperor Zhao's words, I couldn't help but glance at Zhang Xuan beside me. Zhang Xuan's expression wasn't good when she heard people talking about Xi'er, but when she saw my gaze, she gently covered her mouth and smiled. We had discovered that my uncle seemed even more arrogant than Zhang Xuan. Not only was he beautiful like a woman, but even his personality was somewhat feminine.

Just then, I suddenly saw Emperor Zhao walking towards me. He grabbed my shoulders and looked me over carefully, then suddenly hugged me tightly and cried.

"They say that people from different generations have the strongest bond, and it seems that's really true. I wasn't good to your mother back then, but now I feel so close to you."

"Uncle..." Hearing Emperor Zhao's words, I felt a little sad.

"I've been looking for you for over ten years, and I've finally found you. Stay at your uncle's house and don't leave again. I have more money than I can spend. As long as you stay here with me, everything will be yours when I die!" said Emperor Zhao.

"Uncle, don't say that. I don't want your money, and you won't die." I quickly said to Zhao Huangdi after hearing his words.

"Heh, so kind-hearted indeed, just like your father, that scoundrel." Smiling, Emperor Zhao's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed my wrist, frowned, and examined it closely for a moment before saying, "You really have severe internal injuries. Who beat you like this!?"

"I...I don't know." I shook my head gently.

"Damn it, how dare they hurt my nephew! If I find out who that person is, I'll skin him alive and feed him to the dogs!" Enraged once again, Emperor Zhao cursed angrily.

“Uncle, actually, we came here this time because of my brother’s illness. If you have the ability, we hope you can cure my brother’s illness,” An Yao said politely to Emperor Zhao.

"Hehe, you don't need to tell me, I will treat Xi'er's illness. No matter what, Xi'er is my nephew. Others may not be able to cure him, but I, the Emperor Zhao, certainly am. In this world, what could be more powerful than money? I am the Emperor Zhao, I have more money than I can spend. Don't worry, I will definitely cure Xi'er's illness!"

Smiling, Emperor Zhao's eyes gradually turned cold. He produced a golden card from his hand, then suddenly gripped it so tightly it deformed…

Chapter Fifty-Five: Leng Yan

Late at night, Emperor Zhao's house was filled with guests. These guests were of all kinds, some young and some old. They looked at me, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing. Some even grabbed my wrist, closing their eyes and quietly sensing something.

Looking at these strangers who had suddenly appeared, I felt a little nervous. They were all invited by Emperor Zhao to rescue me, and they had traveled from all over the province to Emperor Zhao's house in just half a day. Some of them had even just arrived by plane from other places.

Zhang Xuan was sitting beside me. She was on my left, and An Yao was on my right. Feng Huo Lei Dian and Mount Everest stood to the side waiting. Lightning, feeling bored, went to tease the seven large fish in the living room fish tank.

"Everyone here today is a friend of the Zhao family. There's no doubt about the abilities of my Zhao family's friends. Three hours have passed, and I'd like to ask how your research is progressing. Do you all have the ability to cure my nephew's illness?" The man in the dragon robe suddenly spoke, his tiger-like eyes flashing with a sharp, piercing light.

"What a tragedy, what a tragedy! Who could have injured this child? Why was he so cruel? If I'm not mistaken, this child was seriously injured when he was five years old. How vicious of him! How could he do this to a five-year-old child!" An old man suddenly looked up at the sky and sighed, looking down at me with a face full of heartache.

"Old Liang, enough with the nonsense. Can my nephew's illness be cured? If it can, let's get started now. You all know who I, Emperor Zhao, am. I will treat each and every one of you who comes here today fairly. If anyone cures my nephew's illness, I, Emperor Zhao, will certainly give them an extra generous gift. But, if you cannot cure my nephew..." At this point, Emperor Zhao's face turned ugly.

Emperor Zhao was handsome, and he possessed a subtle air of nobility. He seemed like a born king, and every gesture he made exuded dignity.

When his expression turned grim, a dangerous aura emanated from him. In an instant, everyone's expression changed drastically, and their eyes filled with indescribable fear as they looked at Emperor Zhao.

He has promised me that he will definitely cure my illness. These people are the only ones who can cure my illness; no one can utter a single word of dissent.

"There's hope!" Suddenly, a young man wearing glasses spoke up.

The young man walked up to me, pinched my chin, and forced my mouth open. He then said "ah" and made me stick out my tongue. Next, he flicked my eyelids and said, "Three of his trachea and heart vessels were severed, and the rest of his meridians were also significantly damaged. Don't worry, Brother Zhao, even if there's no other way, we'll definitely find a solution. I think we can try Western medicine and treat him surgically. We can operate and use Western medical techniques to repair his trachea and heart vessels."

"How long will it take to cure?" the dragon-robed man asked coldly.

“Three years. It’s impossible for surgery to be successful in one go. It will require multiple procedures. After all, his injuries are too severe, and the delay has been too long. This child’s injuries are too serious; it’s a miracle he’s still alive. Three years is the most I can do.” The young man said.

"Three years is a reasonable timeframe. But are you absolutely certain you can cure him?" the dragon-robed man asked.

"I'm not 100% sure, only 30% sure," the young man said.

*Smack!* As soon as the young man finished speaking, Long Pao's expression changed drastically, and he slammed his palm heavily onto the huge mahogany tea table in front of him. The huge mahogany tea table looked very sturdy. But under Long Pao's palm, a shallow palm print was left.

Startled by this scene, Zhang Xuan immediately grabbed my arm tightly. I was also quite frightened, glancing at the faint palm print and then stealing a glance at the dragon robe.

"Dragon Robe, what are you doing? Don't scare my nephew!" Emperor Zhao's face showed displeasure.

"I'm sorry, big brother." I quickly bowed my head and apologized. The man in the dragon robe looked at me with concern and asked, "Xi'er, are you alright?"

"It's alright, Uncle." I smiled at the dragon robe, my face pale.

“Brother Zhao, I think we can use acupuncture with silver needles, supplemented with a herbal bath. Ginseng, astragalus, coconut meat, lily bulb, goji berries, and polygonatum—these herbs can all nourish qi. As long as we continuously stimulate the young master's acupoints with silver needles every day to activate his damaged meridians, and then bathe him with these qi-nourishing herbs, allowing the herbs to penetrate his body for a warming effect. In addition, we can teach him a set of Tai Chi exercises. I believe that in just a year and a half, he can become healthy.” A middle-aged man confidently stepped forward.

"Oh? How confident are you in curing him?" Emperor Zhao glanced sideways after hearing the middle-aged man's words.

"Hehe, five points," the middle-aged man said.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the anger on Long Pao's face subsided considerably. An Yao finally raised her icy gaze and looked at the middle-aged man. As for me, I felt an indescribable excitement. A year and a half was much longer than the ten years An Yao's family had mentioned. And I wouldn't need surgery like the young man had suggested. This would save me a lot of suffering. My uncle is indeed a formidable figure. He knows so many experts; he's even more capable than An Yao's family.

"This method works, but I'm still not entirely satisfied," Emperor Zhao laughed.

"What!?" Upon hearing Emperor Zhao's words, Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Mount Everest all looked at him in astonishment.

"I must think it over and make sure my nephew is cured within three months. Even if it means I, his uncle, have to suffer in his place," Emperor Zhao said.

Hearing Emperor Zhao's words, I was instantly moved. I never imagined that my uncle, whom I had only met once, would be so kind to me.

Family, so this is what true family is all about.

I was so insignificant. He seemed so noble. Yet, he was willing to bear the pain that had tormented me for over a decade in my place.

“Emperor Zhao, if we could take the child’s pain for him, we would all be willing to suffer in his place. How about this? We will first perform surgery on him, then use traditional Chinese medicine to nourish his body. At the same time, we will use some of our internal energy cultivation techniques to warm and nourish his meridians. Perhaps we can succeed within three months,” an old man said.

Hearing the old man's words, An Yao's eyes changed again. Previously filled with coldness, this time they were filled with surprise. As for Feng Huo Lei Dian, they couldn't help but admire Emperor Zhao's power. They never imagined that Emperor Zhao could force them to pay with their lives to heal my body.

What is internal strength? Internal strength is the qi (vital energy) that a person cultivates over many years. This qi is directly related to the origin of one's life. Some people, though young, have poor health and are always sick. Others, though old and frail, remain as strong and healthy as pine and cypress trees. This is why many people exercise; some people who exercise regularly still look young even in old age. For example, fitness, running, and Tai Chi practiced by some elderly people can all have the effect of cultivating qi.

However, Emperor Zhao still seemed dissatisfied with his words. He clasped his two snow-white hands together and gently turned the jade thumb ring on his left hand, saying, "Old Liang, you're already over eighty years old. With your meager internal energy cultivation, how many days can you possibly use to heal my nephew? Don't let yourself die before you've even cured him. If your two ravenous mistresses come looking for you then, I, Emperor Zhao, won't be able to deal with them..."

Upon hearing Emperor Zhao's words, the guests present burst into laughter. The old man, his face flushed red, immediately retreated back into the crowd and remained silent.

"Brother, there aren't many masters who can heal with their internal energy. I've practiced for many years and I have some internal energy, and so have you. But with our internal energy, we still can't cure Xi'er. As for those who can heal with their internal energy, we only know of Leng Yan, Yang Jian, Li Xiaoyao, and his father, as well as some hall-level masters from various families. But Yang Jian has already gone into seclusion, and Li Xiaoyao has been promoted; it's very difficult for us to even see him. And his father is probably treating his mother right now. As for those family masters, they all value their lives like gold. Even if we're willing to offer generous gifts, I don't think they'll give us any face," the dragon-robed man said after thinking for a moment.

"Then it's only Leng Yan, but he's been missing for over a decade..." Upon hearing Long Pao's words, Emperor Zhao frowned slightly.

As the dragon robe mentioned each name, I secretly memorized them. I'm now eager to know my origins and the full picture of my family. But they didn't tell me everything at once, only occasionally mentioning fragments of the past. Leng Yan, Yang Jian, Li Xiaoyao—these people must be very powerful masters, and my parents, they must be very powerful masters too. So, what kind of relationship do I have with them?

Furthermore, not only do they all know martial arts, but they also understand internal energy cultivation. Just how powerful is their internal energy cultivation that it can cure my illness?

As I was thinking about these things, I suddenly saw a white dove flutter in from outside. When the white dove flew in, we were all stunned to see it suddenly appear.

"A white dove?" Long Pao was somewhat surprised to see a white dove land on the coffee table. Then, he walked over to the dove, picked it up, and took something from its leg.

It was a blank sheet of paper, and when the dragon robe unfolded it, his expression immediately became excited. Seeing the dragon robe's unusual expression, Emperor Zhao immediately snatched the blank sheet of paper from his hand.

When Emperor Zhao snatched the small piece of white paper, his expression changed as he looked at the words on it.

With an expression as excited as a dragon robe, Emperor Zhao strode towards me and hugged me tightly. "Nephew, the monster that has been missing for more than ten years has arrived!"

Chapter Fifty-Six: To Establish, First Destroy

Holding me tightly, Emperor Zhao, overcome with emotion, revealed another crucial clue about our family. He told me that if every family had a Hall of Fame expert guarding it, then our family's Hall of Fame expert was that person and my mother. And that person was Leng Yan, whom the dragon robe had just mentioned. He was also my master.

Upon hearing Emperor Zhao's words, An Yao's expression completely changed. Not only did she become as excited as Emperor Zhao, but her cold demeanor also softened into a shy smile.

The five of them, including Feng Huo Lei Dian and Mount Everest, were all incredibly excited. "It turns out, it's Senior Leng Yan who's here?"

“If it is Senior Leng Yan who comes, then you will have another strong bargaining chip when you go back to compete for the position of family head.” An Yao looked at me coldly as her expression gradually returned to calm.

"Leng Yan, my master?" I looked at An Yao in surprise.

“That’s right, because you are the eldest son of the Wang family. So when you were born, your father had already prepared everything for you. He not only chose a noble wife for you, but also a martial arts master as your teacher. If it weren’t for the upheaval that happened to the Wang family back then, I don’t think you would have ended up in an ordinary family and become an orphan. And your master was seriously injured in that great battle. His whereabouts are still unknown. Now that your whereabouts have been discovered, I didn’t expect him to receive the news and come here so quickly.” The man in the dragon robe said excitedly.

“Uncle Long, if that’s really the case, then my brother’s situation will also become dangerous…” An Yao thought for a moment after hearing what Long Pao said.

"Oh?" Emperor Zhao frowned.

“We came here to find my brother without our family’s knowledge. Apart from our father, no one in the family knows what we’re doing here. Now that my brother’s whereabouts have been exposed, I think it won’t be long before our other younger siblings find out. If they find out that my brother is not dead and that he still holds the title of heir, I think they will definitely come and harm him,” An Yao said.

"Oh? Those little bastards. Do you think I'm afraid of them?" Emperor Zhao sneered upon hearing An Yao's words.

“Uncle, their abilities are beyond your imagination. Moreover, our Wang family has many formidable enemies, don’t they? If they knew how vulnerable my brother was, I think they would definitely target him first to blackmail our Wang family. Also, that person doesn’t seem to be dead yet, does he? If he comes looking for you, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be a match for him either,” An Yao said coldly.

"Then what should we do?" Upon hearing An Yao's words, Emperor Zhao's expression changed slightly.

“Get your brother cured as soon as possible, then bring him back to the province to hide your identities. Your aunt is right; after all, your city is too small. The safest thing to do is to get your brother cured quickly and bring him back to the province, where all sorts of people mingle,” An Yao said.

"Hehe, you're quite clever, little girl. But where is Leng Yan now?" Taking out a thin cigarette, Zhao Huangdi lit it, took a deep drag, and looked towards the door.

As Emperor Zhao looked towards the door, a sudden gust of cold wind blew in. Even with four standing air conditioners running in the lavishly decorated living room, the cold wind still chilled one to the bone.

At the same time, a cold voice suddenly came from behind us, "How is Xi'er's illness?"

Upon hearing that cold voice, everyone present paled. Each person turned sharply, looking warily at the source of the voice.

Hearing that cold voice, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. Like everyone else, I looked behind me in terror.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind us. He was handsome and appeared quite young, yet he possessed an air of mystery and world-weariness, tinged with a hint of menace and a faint scent of blood. Expressionless, he simply watched us silently. Dressed in black, he held a python-skin erhu in his left hand. This added to his air of mystery.

"When did you come in?" she asked, looking at him in surprise. The man in the dragon robe took a deep breath.