Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1917 Who's in control is still uncertain.

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After that, they talked about some things.

After a moment, Chen Xiaojun said gently, "It's getting late, Aunt Si. We've troubled you for so long today, it's time for us to take our leave."

Ye Sirong immediately stood up, her face regaining its gentle and proper smile: "Young Master is right. Please forgive us for the poor hospitality today."

Ye Sirong led the Dou family and personally escorted Chen Xiaojun and his party to the gate of the mansion.

"Young Master, please take care. Uncle Yanfeng, please take care. Everyone, please take care."

Zhu Changyun waved to her, gently shook the reins, and the carriage slowly started moving.

Ye Sirong stood at the door until the carriage completely disappeared around the street corner before slowly turning around. The gentle smile on her face faded, and she regained her composure and calmness.

She stepped up the stairs and returned to the eaves.

The head guard, Mu Jingming, quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Madam, the fighting outside just now was quite loud, alarming many neighbors. Several families we usually associate with sent people to inquire what happened. I followed your instructions and only said that some troublemakers had caused trouble, but they have been dealt with. Please tell them not to worry."

Ye Sirong gave a soft "Mmm": "Well done. Thank you for your hard work."

"Madam, you flatter me. This is my duty," Mu Jingming replied respectfully.

At this moment, Wu Mingde, Fang Yidan, and Xiao Dongxiang looked at each other, hesitant to speak.

Finally, Wu Mingde stepped forward and spoke on behalf of everyone, pleading, "Madam! Please... please, you must find a way to rescue the master!"

Fang Yidan also said anxiously, "Yes, Madam, the Bone-Digging Gang is gone, but Master is still in their hands..."

“I know.” Ye Sirong interrupted them, her gaze sweeping over the loyal yet worried faces. “Don’t worry. Old Dou, I will definitely find a way to save him.”

"As long as your family members in the Bone-Digging Gang are still alive, I will do my best to get them out. Although the Chen family is powerful, they are not without rules. There is still room for negotiation in this matter."

Upon hearing this, Wu Mingde and the others seemed to relax a little, and bowed in unison: "Thank you, Madam! We will never forget your great kindness!"

Ye Sirong nodded slightly, then her gaze fell on her daughter beside her: "Tong'er, come with me."

Dou Congtong's heart skipped a beat, and she silently followed in her mother's footsteps.

Xiao Dongxiang and the others wisely refrained from following them in and waited outside.

Dou Congtong lowered her head; everything that had happened today had a huge impact on her.

The destruction of the Bone-Digging Gang, the capture of her father, the identity of her mother as the Lord of the Chen Family, and the truth about her own talent that had been hidden for many years.

“Mother…” Dou Congtong stammered.

Ye Sirong sat down in the main seat, picked up the warm teapot on the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a light sip with an elegant posture.

Seeing her daughter's uneasy expression, she said gently, "Sit down. You can ask me anything now."

Dou Congtong sat down as instructed, hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up her courage: "Mother...you...you really were a...magistrate of the Chen family, the number one family in the world?"

Ye Sirong put down her teacup, a smile playing on her lips. This child was just setting the stage. She nodded and said frankly, "Yes. My family, the Ye family, is a second-tier high-ranking family under the Chen family. Back then, I studied and cultivated at Yuehua Academy with Miss Su Rong until graduation."

Dou Congtong suddenly realized, her eyes lighting up: "So that's how it is! No wonder... no wonder you were subtly trying to get information about Yuehua Academy and that Chen Yanwu at the dinner table!"

She recalled the seemingly casual, guiding questions her mother had asked during the meal, and only now did she understand their deeper meaning.

Ye Sirong smiled leisurely and did not deny it: "I held Yan Wu when she was a child. Judging from her name and behavior, she should be a promising member of the direct line."

After a brief silence, Dou Congtong asked the question that had been lingering in her mind: "Then...then you and Dad, how...how did you get together?"

An elite envoy from the Chen family and a deputy leader of the Bone-Digging Gang, their identities are worlds apart, yet their fates are strangely intertwined.

The smile faded from Ye Sirong's face, her gaze drifting to the deepening twilight outside the window. She sighed softly.
"It all started with that graduation trip that Miss and I took..."

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At the same time, the carriage left Tsz Wing Street and turned onto the wider main road of Wah Yiu District.

Inside the carriage, Chen Xiaojun leaned back on the soft cushions, closed his eyes to rest for a moment, and suddenly spoke: "Grandpa Yanfeng, this young lady's former attendant, Ye Sirong... is not simple."

Zhu Yanfeng squinted as he puffed on his pipe, chuckling as smoke billowed from his nostrils: "Of course! To become a follower, one must be exceptional in every aspect—talent, combat prowess, intellect, and knowledge. It's no simple feat!"

"Moreover, she and Rong Yunhua of the Rong family were known as the 'Twin Rongs' back then. They were only two women of Su Rong's generation who stood out and became envoys. How could she be someone to be trifled with! Unlike someone like Wu Neng..."

He glanced sideways at Zhu Wuneng, who was listening intently beside him, and said, "...a clueless idiot."

As time went by, Zhu Yanfeng's memories of Ye Sirong became much clearer.

Zhu Wuneng was displeased upon hearing this and retorted with a stiff neck: "Second Uncle! You can say whatever you want, but why are you praising the high and belittling the low while also kicking me while I'm down? I'm not stupid! Take this battle of the Bone-Digging Team for example, the young master praised me, and everyone praised me for my good command and daring to fight."

Zhu Yanfeng snorted through his nostrils and slowly exhaled smoke rings: "Yeah, your combat performance is quite amazing. You're full of courage and combat power, and you even use your buttocks quite well."

Zhu Wuneng: "..."

His face turned bright red, and a low chuckle immediately filled the carriage.

Chen Xiaojun's lips curved almost imperceptibly as he added, "Wuneng, Grandpa Yanfeng is praising you from the neck down; it's continental level."

Zhu Wuneng was stunned for a full three seconds before he reacted: "...So you're saying I'm brainless?! Young Master, you also..."

Zhu Yanfeng interrupted him rudely: "You're only finding out now? Just now in the hall, in front of Ye Sirong, what were you stupidly showing off for? Did you really think Ye Sirong didn't know what your 'Marshal Tianpeng' was?"

Zhu Wuneng was completely dumbfounded, scratching his head: "Huh??? She...wasn't she acting very surprised?"

Zhu Yanfeng looked at him like he was an idiot: "Idiot! Given her background as a magistrate, her words revealed a good understanding of the young master's identity and abilities, clearly indicating that she had done her research carefully. So, as the young master's head bodyguard, how could she not know anything about your situation?"

"Your martial spirit and your battle record naturally give her some insight! Her exclamation just now was merely a convenient excuse, to give the young master face, and also to give you, the junior, a little 'encouragement,' and incidentally to lead into what follows!"

Zhu Wuneng was struck dumb, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist: "So...so it was all an act?! But she...she's so capable, so cunning, yet in the end, wasn't she completely controlled by the young master?"

Chen Xiaojun turned his gaze from the window to Zhu Wuneng's puzzled face: "Control? Heh... who controls whom is still uncertain."

(End of this chapter)