Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 393 - 402: I’m going to sue you for defamation!

Ye Ling looked at the little Qingyi beside him and couldn’t help feeling dejected. What are you dragging me into this for, girl?

It’s just to see why Little Mei is daydreaming. What’s with all the excitement? You’d think I was going to eat her or something.

"Have you lost your mind? Why are you dragging me into this?" Ye Ling said dejectedly.

But Qingyi beside him shook her head, "Sister Mei doesn’t like to be disturbed at this time. For a thousand years, she’s gotten used to sitting in the courtyard every night, staring at the silent sky, lost in thought."

Ye Ling was stunned, "She doesn’t have something wrong with her, does she?"

Otherwise, why would a woman spend a thousand years staring at the sky each night, unless she was some kind of great astronomer?

"It’s you who’s got something wrong. Sister Mei is trapped by love, okay? If you don’t know, then don’t talk nonsense, or I’ll hit you," Qingyi said with her fists waving.

Ye Ling’s eyes suddenly bulged, "Oh my God, you’re called Qingyi, and this Little Mei couldn’t be Bai Suzhen, could she? Pining for Fahai? Haha."

"Go to hell, you’re the snake demon. My name’s Qingyi, all right? Only those very close to me can call me Little Qing."

Qingyi, or rather Qing Yi, gave Ye Ling a slap on the shoulder and said with a darkened face. Upon hearing this, Ye Ling, somewhat lost in thought, marveled to himself at how despite King Senluo being such an uncultured old man, he did come up with a pretty good name.

"Qing Yi, Qing Yi, quite a nice name. Do you have a big opera mask?" Ye Ling chuckled, but seeing Qing Yi’s complexion darken further, he quickly sobered up.

"Let’s talk about something serious. What happened to your Sister Mei? Who’s hurt her so deeply that she’s been trapped by love for a thousand years?"

Ye Ling asked with great curiosity. Generally, after women lose love, though they suffer greatly in the short term, time tends to heal their wounds gradually.

But a love hurtful enough to last a thousand years must truly be unforgettable.

"That was a thousand years ago. I was wandering the streets when I saw Sister Mei. She was all alone, looking desolate, walking like a soulless zombie, almost like she had lost her soul."

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"Just then, a bunch of jerks were bullying her. I stepped in as the hero and rescued her. Seeing she had nowhere to go and no intention of being reincarnated, I decided to take her back with me to our mansion and she became a maid there."

"However, our relationship has been really good. Even though it’s technically between a maid and her mistress, we are more like sisters."

"It wasn’t until a hundred years later that she finally confided in me what had really happened. My goodness, you wouldn’t believe it. How could such a family exist? They cruelly separated a pair of star-crossed lovers just because of their lower status."

"As a result, Sister Mei couldn’t cope and attempted suicide. But after her suicide, she felt guilty for her family, and also heard that her beloved had also killed himself not long after."

"That double blow completely devastated her. She was depressed and soulless, and nearly sought death every day to assuage the guilt she felt toward her lover and her family."

"Now, as time was about to heal her wounds, she had formed the habit of sitting alone in the courtyard at night, staring at the stars, repenting her actions."

"Sister Mei told me that if she hadn’t been foolish, if she hadn’t committed suicide, and if she were still alive, it’s quite possible she might have culminated her cultivation to a high realm and been able to fulfill her love with that man. But a moment of regret had trapped her in deep self-blame for life."

"She hurt her family and ruined her lover, unable to forgive herself, and therefore never wanting to be reincarnated. My father has given her many chances to do so, but she has refused to be reborn every time."

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"But if you ask me, Ye Ling, that lover of hers was a spineless man. A woman needs to be given enough security and happiness. What kind of reality is it when a man allows a woman to sacrifice everything without reciprocating?"

"Do you really think society is such that a lollipop can make a woman loyally follow a man to her death?"

Qing Yi, too, felt indignant for Xiao Mei. How can a man, without a shred of responsibility, expect a woman’s family to entrust their daughter to him with peace of mind?

Ye Ling sighed and nodded in agreement. Yes, a man needs to be realistic. The love between a princess and a farmer exists only in fairy tales. He could understand Xiao Mei’s family’s concerns.

If it were him, he wouldn’t want his own daughter to spend her life with a destitute fellow either.

It wasn’t about money—Ye Ling had plenty of that. It was about a man’s sense of responsibility. A man who lived half his life in poverty wasn’t just unlucky, it was a matter of responsibility and capability.

"Right, you understand too, don’t you? If you ask me, it’s all that guy’s fault, making Sister Mei suffer for so many years, and she’s always felt unsettled."

Qing Yi found common ground with Ye Ling and eagerly nodded. It was not easy to find someone who shared the same perspective, truly not easy.

"However, why does the story you’re telling sound so familiar to me?" murmured Ye Ling, nodding.

Suddenly, his eyes bulged, and a terrifying brilliance burst forth from his pupils—Qing Yi was startled and quickly shielded her chest with her arms.

"Damn it, what are you trying to do? Let me tell you, a beauty who knows martial arts is unstoppable. Don’t even think of assaulting me, or I’ll cross your ’little brother’ off the list!"

Qing Yi was tense. Just look at this bastard—his eyes are practically shining with nefarious intent. To say he isn’t plotting something underhanded, even God wouldn’t believe it.

"Bullshit, are you suffering from persecution delusion or what? I’m asking you, what’s Xiao Mei’s last name?"

Ye Ling was very anxious. He was beginning to feel that perhaps a key character was right there in front of him.

"Her last name is Yun, so what? What does her last name have to do with you? Even five hundred years ago, your Ye family wouldn’t amount to much," Qing Yi retorted with a pout.

Ye Ling was taken aback: "Damn! She’s actually that bastard Ma Niu’s woman? My heavens, the legendary character is right in front of me, really ’no effort is needed to break the iron shoes in search, it’s all too easy to find!’

"Let me ask you again, is Xiao Mei’s lover a horse groom, and also from the Yun Family?" Ye Ling was very nervous.

Qing Yi was startled, "How do you know everything? Speak, who exactly are you? Are you a spy?"

"I’m spying on you, am I? Stop talking nonsense. Ha-ha, this time the Netherworld may be saved, let me tell you!" Ye Ling was instantly overjoyed.

In his mind, a way to defuse the rebellion in the Netherworld suddenly emerged, and this key character, heh, was naturally Xiao Mei.

"You’re joking, right? Knowing a horse servant can save the Netherworld? I also know the Jade Emperor, but you don’t see me ruling the world, do you?"

Qing Yi snorted, finding Ye Ling’s words utterly nonsensical. To think that knowing a horse groom could save the Netherworld, what a joke.

Ye Ling took a deep breath: "Do you know who the mysterious powerful being is who came and killed or injured the Ten Great Yan Jun?"

"Who is it?" Qing Yi was also taken aback. Could it be there were more secrets to this?

Ye Ling quietly pointed at Xiao Mei, and Qing Yi’s face instantly changed, panic-stricken: "You bastard, don’t slander her! How could it possibly be Sister Mei? I’m with her every day, let me tell you, if you keep spouting nonsense, I’m going to sue you for defamation!"