Chaotic World Book
Chapter 162 - 158 Sisi’s True Appearance

Chapter 162: Chapter 158 Sisi’s True Appearance

Tang Wanzhuang, who had always been known for her elegant demeanor, was probably furious for the first time in her life because of a single sentence. Zhao Changhe watched wide-eyed as she grabbed the Dragon Sparrow from beside the bed and rushed out the door, kicking Tang Buqi over with one foot and whipping his buttocks with the Dragon Sparrow as a door panel: "That’s for not knocking, for calling out ’uncle’! Who told you he’s your uncle!"

Tang Buqi screamed, "I’m wrong, I’m wrong, Auntie has her dignity, he’s not my uncle!"

Tang Wanzhuang jumped in rage, "Who told you it’s because I want to save face?"

"I’m wrong, Auntie doesn’t want to save face..."

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Amidst Tang Buqi’s screams, Zhao Changhe finally shut his mouth that had been open half the day.

Truly a piece of work, if you don’t get beaten, who will?

It’s like this aunt has been bullying her nephew since childhood, so skilled...

He wanted to stop the fight but didn’t know where to start, ending up saying something like, "Stop hitting him, your own health isn’t good, what if you tire yourself out..."

Tang Buqi: "..."

The one getting beaten is me, and you’re worried about her? And you say you’re not the uncle!

Tang Wanzhuang really did tire herself out from the beating, leaning on the sword gasping for breath and coughing: "Speak, what was it you burst in to say about your father?"

"My father said the sword is most likely the Dragon Sparrow of Great Xia, and Brother Zhao is most likely..." Tang Buqi held his head, glancing warily at his aunt: "So I came to verify, but it seems there’s no need now."

Tang Wanzhuang nearly died of rage, coughing violently for a long time and couldn’t even speak.

Zhao Changhe always felt there might be a possibility that her illness was caused by the fools in her family...

He had to say, "Dear nephew... ah, Brother Tang, this sword is indeed the Dragon Sparrow, please help keep it a secret. Besides, wielding the Dragon Sparrow doesn’t mean having any particular identity, you see your aunt is using it too, don’t let your thoughts wander..."

My aunt is the head of the Demon Suppression Department, the Qi Veins of Great Xia are united, it’s not strange that the Dragon Sparrow recognizes her, but who are you?

Tang Buqi felt that he dared not say a single word that day, it was better to remain silent than to risk getting beaten.

Anyway, the sword is the Dragon Sparrow, you are the Prince, it’s normal for my aunt to be intimate with you, the family should be overjoyed, what’s there for me to say... Just sadly ending up with a younger uncle, and still getting beaten by a stubborn aunt.

With a belly full of grievances, Tang Buqi finally said after a long while, "There are few who can recognize this sword, my father won’t say, I won’t say, most likely others don’t know either."

"Fine then, I trust the Tang family has a sense of propriety in this matter." Zhao Changhe sighed: "Come in and sit, what are you doing standing out there?"

Tang Wanzhuang looked at him, finally said nothing, tiredly picked up the sword and went back into the room, sitting down at a desk on the side.

Tang Buqi cautiously followed in and gingerly sat on a chair opposite, his buttocks paining him from the whipping.

"Brother Tang," Zhao Changhe suddenly called out.

This tone was a bit formal, Tang Buqi looked at him in surprise.

But then he heard Zhao Changhe continue, "I understand the anxious feelings of parents seeing their daughter of age remain unmarried, the desire to find her a suitable and good marriage, and even the hope of leveraging it for the family’s benefit... But Tang Wanzhuang is no ordinary person, she supports not just this family but also this country... The Tang family should not, and has no right, to force her into anything."

Tang Buqi hurriedly said, "We didn’t force her..."

Zhao Changhe dismissed that statement, continuing: "She’s filial and kind-hearted. If I were in her shoes, a lawless scoundrel, falling out with the family would be mundane. But you people, each one of you wants to be the leader, are you qualified? Not to mention twenty-eight, even if at eighty-two she remains unmarried, what business is it of yours!"

Tang Buqi: "..."

"Not to mention I’m not that person at all, even if I were, I would still refuse this political marriage. No matter how you view this identity, Brother Zhao’s words, please convey them to the old master."

Tang Buqi felt extremely puzzled. If you had said this to me earlier, there would have been some sense, but after what just happened, aren’t you trying to shirk responsibility after the fact?

But looking at his aunt’s expression, she was actually smiling. Her beautiful eyes glanced over the bed, filled with appreciation.

So you’re happy about being used without acknowledgment?

Forget it, as the younger generation, I’ll refrain from speaking on elder matters. Tang Buqi helplessly said, "Alright, I’ll convey Brother Zhao’s meaning exactly to the old master."

"That’ll do," Zhao Changhe smiled: "I wanted to say dear nephew... er, Brother Tang, the way you stood up to the Evil Sword, it was quite impressive."

Tang Buqi hummed: "It’s just a Sword Shadow, what’s there to brag about! It’s because I haven’t cultivated enough, if I were higher level, would it have been your turn to show off?"

"Right, will you dare to venture out alone next time?"

Tang Buqi paused, then suddenly laughed, "With things settled here, I’m heading north. Suddenly feels like there’s nothing to be afraid of."

"Canghai Ocean, that’s all there is to it," Zhao Changhe laughed. "I look forward to the day we meet in the Worldly Society. That will certainly be an interesting scene."

Tang Buqi fell silent for a moment before saying mournfully, "So I see, unless I knock, you’ll treat me as a friend."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Tang Wanju: "..."

"Clang!" The door opened, and Tang Wanju tossed her nephew out by his ear: "Go practice your martial arts! If you don’t break through the Fifth Layer of the Mystical Gate within ten days, you’re not allowed out! I’ll assess your swordsmanship then, and if you miss even the slightest essence, you’ll face the wall in the back mountain for a year!"

"Our family no longer has a back mountain..." Tang Buqi’s sighing voice was already far away.

Finally, the room quieted down. Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanju looked at each other and suddenly both chuckled.

"So, from what you’re saying, you’ll stay here for another ten days?" Zhao Changhe asked.

"Mm, there are many matters to sort through, and ten days might not be enough."

"Then you should go see to those matters. These are only superficial wounds, I’ll be fine after resting a bit; no need to waste your time on me."

"How can you call it a waste of time?" Tang Wanju smiled slightly. "If I hadn’t come here, how would I have heard your opinions about the Tang family?"

"...Actually, it’s just a bit better sounding than ’not wanting a 28-year-old spinster.’ In the end, it’s still a rejection, isn’t it? You should grasp the essence."

Tang Wanju laughed: "Wanzhuang is only an ordinary woman, after all. If there are pleasing words to be heard, who would choose to hear hurtful ones?"

Zhao Changhe didn’t continue on this topic and instead said, "That last sentence from Tang Buqi about not having a back mountain anymore, didn’t you feel a sense of decline and desolation? Even Tang Buqi, who’s usually carefree, is full of worries, yet you can still laugh..."

"Buqi’s transformation to stand up in front of the Evil Sword is rooted in his loyalty and dedication to the glory of the Tang family. You see this battle as the day of the Tang family’s decline, but I see it as the moment of the Tang family’s rebirth," Tang Wanju said softly. "There has to be a time like this, and now is just the right time."

Zhao Changhe just looked at her, saying nothing.

It wasn’t until this moment that Tang Wanju really seemed like the leader of the Demon Suppression Department.

"The Tang family has received a lot of help from you this time. Without you, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Whether you say it was for the people of Gusu or for your friend Tang Buqi, Wanzhuang owes you a debt of gratitude." Tang Wanju said as she took out a Blood-Colored Bead: "This is a treasure flung into the pond by Maitreya, it might be of help to you... though it might also disappoint you."

Zhao Changhe nodded: "No problem, this was simply a gift; even if it was a copper coin, it’d be a profit."

Tang Wanju grinned: "It’s not quite that bad... You should heal up before you experience this item, else it may harm your energy and blood."

Saying this, she placed the bead on the bedside table and finally turned to leave: "I’m afraid standing around here might disturb you and Miss Sisi. I won’t spoil your fun; I’ll visit you again when I have the time, Mr. Zhao."

After Tang Wanju left, the house, once bustling as a marketplace, suddenly quieted down.

Zhao Changhe was happy for the peace and closed his eyes to heal, not even glancing at the bead on the bedside table.

He didn’t need to look; from afar he could feel the strong malevolence contained within the bead. Definitely not something to fiddle with now while his energy and blood were weak from injury.

Good grief, people coming and going, delaying my healing... If you really owe me a favor, send someone for Dual Cultivation, all those nice words, yet no real action.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly caught the faint scent of a fragrance he had never smelled before.

Zhao Changhe opened his eyes.

An extraordinarily beautiful girl dressed in an Alien Clan attire stood beside him, expressionless as she observed his medicated appearance. Her eyes, which seemed capable of speech, appeared to say, "You’re still not bandaged, should I wrap you up again like a rice dumpling?"

Not only could her eyes speak, but they also contained a peach blossom charm, hidden flirtation in their turning glances, beseeching and appealing.

Yet she hadn’t done anything, this allure was natural, bone-deep infatuation.

Her face, contrary to her own claim of being "pockmarked," was clearly fair and translucent, crystal clear and surpassing snow, with a hint of rosy glow that made her cheeks look like plums in snow, like rouge within jade.

Coupled with her Exotic Realm attire, her jade belt and pearl chain lightly clinking, and the sound of bells at the hem of her skirt, everything about her was dreamlike and fantastic.

Zhao Changhe just stared blankly, his mind going blank for a moment.

No introductions were needed; he knew at first sight that this was Sisi.

He hadn’t expected to encounter Sisi’s true beauty so abruptly... If Tang Wanju was the epitome of Divine Continent’s grace, then this girl was the alluring fairy of Exotic Realms.

You’re so beautiful, why pretend to be a plain maid?

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PS: Thanks to Brother Dafu for the gold! I’m so moved, woo woo woo!

More to come tonight, seeking monthly tickets~