Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 821: Can You Call Me Uncle?

Chapter 821: Chapter 821: Can You Call Me Uncle?

Yan Yiqi was rendered speechless by Qin Mei’s blunt words, his face turning pale in an instant.

The Qin Family’s attitude was all too clear; they had no regard for the Yan Family.

Yan Xirong struggled to sit up from the bed, his eyes measuring the three outstanding Qin siblings before him, left behind by his younger sister.

At last, his gaze settled on Qin Ruan. The girl resembled his sister to some extent, but her aura was distinctly different.

His sister’s image was tender and charming, her nature lively and bright. Her every word and action bore the cultivated noble demeanor of the Yan Family.

Yet Qin Ruan’s inherent coolness was like the moon, as distant as a snow lotus, inexplicably heart-wrenching.

Yan Xirong knew it was Qin Ruan who had saved him before. He beckoned to her, "Girl, come here and let me have a look at you."

Under his earnest and longing gaze, Qin Ruan subconsciously stepped towards him.

Yan Xirong lifted his trembling hand to grasp her wrist, his sickly pale face a mix of laughter and tears, "To see Anyu’s child before dying makes this life without regrets."

His words, filled with boundless melancholy, were heart-wrenchingly sad to hear.

Qin Ruan replied dryly, "Don’t say such things."

She was somewhat uncomfortable with such intimacy, and the raw emotion that Yan Xirong’s eyes betrayed also left her at a loss. This feeling was different from the affection she felt for her father and brother.

How could Yan Xirong not see Qin Ruan’s discomfort? He tugged at the corner of his lips, revealing a carefree, pale smile, "I can feel it in my own body; I won’t live much longer."

Qin Ruan furrowed her brow, disagreeing, "Before Jennifer was sent away, she had returned the yang energy she had stolen from you.

Your life has been saved. It’s just that your health from now on will be inferior to before; after all, puppets are a different path, and some things have inevitably damaged the foundation."

Jennifer was an energy-stealing puppet; her actions were stripping Yan Xirong of his life, causing no small amount of complications.

Being able to snatch back a life should have been a pleasant surprise, but deep in Yan Xirong’s eyes lay endless sorrow.

He didn’t voice any objections, holding Qin Ruan’s hand, pleading softly, "Your maternal grandfather had no other intentions; they just want to compensate you all, not to have you change your names. He wants to be good to you, it’s just that he was too eager and used the wrong approach."

Yan Xirong’s eyes, filled with warmth, turned to Qin Jingcen and Qin Mei, "Don’t be angry with him; we have been missing your sister every moment she’s been gone all these years."

Faced with such a gentle emotional appeal, Qin Jingcen and Qin Mei couldn’t remain indifferent.

They could see that their uncle by marriage, Yan Xirong, was in poor health, appearing as if he could pass away at any moment, which made it difficult to refuse him.

Behind Yan Xirong’s smile was a plea, "Will you not hold it against him, please?"

The overly suppressed sorrow and entreaty were hard to bear. After all, they were flesh and blood relatives, and Qin Jingcen was the first to nod his head.

Qin Mei tightly pursed his lips and eventually nodded as well; there was an unspeakable reluctance and yet an inevitable compromise.

Yan Xirong showed a grateful smile. He stared at Qin Ruan’s pure yet desirous face, his voice a bit hoarse, "Your name is Ruanruan, right?"

Qin Ruan’s tone remained cool, "Qin Ruan."

Yan Xirong patted her hand, gingerly asking, "I am your uncle; can you call me that once?"

Qin Ruan’s eyebrows knitted slightly. She opened her mouth to speak, but upon feeling Yan Xirong’s pulse, her expression suddenly darkened.

Pale and delicate hands pressed against the opponent’s wrist, feeling the gradually weakening pulse, her gaze turned cold in an instant.

Her cold eyes stared at Yan Xirong, her voice low and almost chilling, "Why has this happened?"

Realizing something was amiss, Yan Xirong still maintained a faint smile, explaining softly, "The Black Feather Sect will not let me go, ever since I found out Jennifer was sent by the Brucester Family, I knew I wouldn’t survive."

Qin Ruan moved away from his wrist, her eyes thoroughly examining the feeble man before her, whose fading vitality seemed unable to gather any longer.

Her face bore an extremely unsightly expression as she demanded, "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

Yan Xirong stated flatly, "Whether I said it earlier or later, it wouldn’t change the outcome."

Qin Ruan said with a biting irony, "I haven’t noticed such a determined desire for death in you."

"How could this be?!" exclaimed the old Mr. Yan in shock, tears sliding down his weathered face as he lifted his arm to embrace his son at his side. "Xirong, what exactly happened, why would the Black Feather Sect target you?"

In the eyes of the old master, the destruction of the Yan Family by the Black Feather Sect would be more thorough if targeted at him, as the Family Head, and his eldest son, who bore a title of nobility.

The smile left Yan Xirong’s face, "Father, the Yan Family has been too conspicuous over the years, blocking many people’s path to promotion and hindering numerous Nobles from making money.

This time, a high-ranking member of the Black Feather Sect appeared from within the Brucester Family; their intention is to crush the Yan Family, and I am merely a catalyst."

His excessively weak complexion tightened, his eyes’ depths dark and gloomy, his tone laced with murderous intent.

Yan Yiqi, "Why didn’t they come after me? Damn Brucester Family!"

Yan Xirong replied with a bitter smile, "You and Big Brother are currently close to the Royal Family. If the person in charge of the Yan Family and a duke of Yan descent were implicated, the matter would become greatly complicated.

The Brucester Family, as the instigators behind the scenes, would inevitably arouse the suspicions of the Royal Family. Thus, they can only make a move against me and other key members of the family.

The day will come when the Yan Family loses faith within the Royal Court, and they will eventually target you and Big Brother. We must break the relationship between the Brucester Family and the Black Feather Sect upon our return, otherwise, one day, the Black Feather Sect really will set their sights on the Yan Family."

All that the Yan Family is currently suffering is the vengeance of the Brucester Family against the Yan Family.

The Yan Family has no enmity with the Black Feather Sect, but it cannot guarantee that they won’t act against the Yan Family for the sake of the high-ranking religious member from within the Brucester Family.

Yan Yiqi and Yan Xihu quickly understood the key points, a chill enveloping them. Their faces, stripped of any emotion, revealed a stormy darkness.

Qin Ruan asked Yan Xirong, "What else has Jennifer done to you? Without helping yourself now, you will not survive till dawn."

She was not interested in hearing about the dispute between the Yan Family and the nobility of Northern England, focusing more on what exactly was consuming Yan Xirong’s vitality.

Jennifer had already returned the yang energy she stole from Yan Xirong, which should have meant there was no longer any threat to his life.

Yet Yan Xirong’s life force was rapidly waning, which was a conundrum to her.

Yan Xirong opened his shirt to reveal his extremely emaciated body.

Above the right side of his chest there was a palm-sized black feather pattern with a sword entwined with vines at its center, looking sinister, causing visual and psychological discomfort.

Yan Xihu approached his brother and reached out to touch the tattoo-like dark pattern, "What is this?"

"Don’t touch it!"

Yan Xirong shouted sharply, disregarding his frail body to quickly avoid his brother’s touch.