Douluo Continent: The True Body and Blood Soul, Starting from Blacksmithing

Chapter 115, Tang Hao's letter.

Tang Yuehua took her seat in the main seat, her silver-white palace dress spreading out in a complete fan shape on the ground.

She took the teacup offered by the steward, her fingertips tracing the rim of the celadon cup. After the steward left, her gaze fell on Xue Qinghe, who was sitting at the head of the guest seats.

"Your Highness, Emperor Xueye informed me of your situation in advance. However, things happened suddenly, and your share of the profits will probably not be delivered to the academy for another two days."

Her voice was calm and measured, and her words were perfectly chosen. She clearly indicated that she had received instructions from her superiors, while subtly shifting the blame for the delay to the "suddenness of the event."

Xue Qinghe paused slightly in the teacup he was holding.

Two more days?

He made no attempt to hide his disdain for Yuexuan's inefficiency, his lips twitching downwards, but he quickly recovered.

This profit was practically free, and he didn't intend to make things too difficult for them.

"Since Master Yuexuan has spoken, let's postpone it for a few days."

Xue Qinghe placed the teacup back on the table.

"There's no need to send it to the academy; just send it directly to the Lin residence outside Tiandou City, which is nearing completion. I plan to settle down there in the future."

Tang Yuehua's fingers paused for a moment on the edge of the teacup.

As the owner of Yuexuan Pavilion, she naturally knew about Lin Yu, who had become famous a few days ago.

The news that Emperor Xueye had bestowed a mansion upon this young blacksmith had already spread throughout the upper echelons of Tiandou City.

But what really caught her attention wasn't the house, but the information revealed in the Crown Prince's words: he planned to follow Lin Yu from now on.

It's not a temporary stay, not a courtesy visit, but a "place to stay".

Lin Yu, who had been engrossed in forging iron at the Royal Academy, might not know that outside of Tiandou City, he had a new title: Divine Craftsman.

The title of "Divine Craftsman" is the highest honor in the blacksmithing profession. It is a title that has been bestowed upon Titan of the Power Clan, Lou Gao of the Blacksmith Association, and even Haotian Douluo.

But everyone knows that those three are called "master craftsmen" because of their skill. After all, these three are the strongest among blacksmiths. As for their forging skills, only Lou Gao has some expertise.

Lin Yu, however, was different. This young man's strength wasn't even at the level of a Soul Saint, but his skills were genuine; after all, he was currently the only one on the continent who knew spirit forging!

There was already a consensus among the outside world: the top three were blacksmiths with better skills, but only Lin Yu had real skills.

Realizing that even Emperor Xueye had placed such a heavy bet on Lin Yu, Tang Yuehua's mind began to race.

Her fingertips slowly traced a half-circle along the rim of the teacup, the coolness of the glaze seeping through her fingertips, creating a stark contrast with the slightly warm heartbeat in her chest.

Yuexuan has been operating in Tiandou City for many years. On the surface, it is a place for educating the nobles on etiquette, but in secret, it is also maintaining a subtle network of connections for the Haotian Sect.

If we can leverage the influence of this young master craftsman to establish a connection between Yuexuan and the rising Lin family, many things might become much easier.

The inner turmoil did not delay Tang Yuehua from discussing the specific handover work with the First Prince.

She checked the profit amount, the method of delivery, and who would sign for it after it was delivered to the Lin residence.

He asked about every single detail clearly, and his tone remained calm and composed.

After the two of them finalized all the details, she slowly turned her gaze to Lin Yu, who had been sitting to the side without saying a word.

"This must be the youngest master craftsman on the mainland." Tang Yuehua turned slightly to the side, shifting her weight towards Lin Yu, a perfectly timed smile appearing on her lips.

Her gaze as she looked at Lin Yu was not sharp or scrutinizing, but it lingered for a moment longer than a polite glance.

"Your presence at Moon Pavilion truly honors this humble abode. I've heard you're about to join the Heaven Dou Royal Academy; has your visit to Moon Pavilion at this time been to learn aristocratic etiquette?"

Aristocratic etiquette?

Lin Yu's expression became extremely strange at that moment.

He turned to look at Tang Yuehua, his eyebrows slightly raised, his lips moved but he didn't speak immediately, as if to confirm whether she was joking.

The youngest spirit forging master in the history of the continent, a divine craftsman whose mansion was personally bestowed by Emperor Xueye.

With his current status, who in the Royal Academy doesn't know him? Who would dare say that his words and actions don't conform to noble etiquette?

From now on, only the rules of the nobility will accommodate him; there is no reason for him to learn the rules.

Tang Yuehua's smile froze for a second when she met Lin Yu's undisguised gaze.

She realized she had asked a stupid question, and a faint blush rose on her fair cheeks, spreading from her cheekbones to her ears.

She coughed lightly, her fingers unconsciously stroking the hem of her skirt, just about to change the subject.

Lin Yu had already taken out a letter from his storage soul tool and casually slapped it on Tang San's leg.

Tang San subconsciously caught the envelope, looked down at the familiar, messy, and heavy handwriting on it, and although he was puzzled, he was more surprised to find that the letter was actually written in a jumbled mess of characters.

That was indeed his father's handwriting. When he first went to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, his father left him a letter when he returned home for the first year.

The two letters appear to have no problems with the handwriting.

Lin Yu gestured towards Tang Yuehua with her lip, her voice not loud, but every word was clear in the quiet reception room.

"Tang San, this is the aunt I mentioned to you. This is a letter your father left for her. You two talk first, we'll wait outside."

Tang San's pupils suddenly dilated.

aunt?

He followed Lin Yu's gaze to the woman in the main seat, dressed in a silver-white palace gown and exuding an air of elegance. At the same time, her eyes were also fixed on him.

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Yu placed one hand on Xue Qinghe's shoulder and lifted it up slightly.

The action was undisguised and forceful, forcing Xue Qinghe to get up as he was being pulled.

After Xue Qinghe stood up, Xiao Wu, who had been sitting next to him, also stood up, her pink skirt making a soft rustling sound as it brushed against the chair legs.

Before leaving the room, Xiao Wu turned back and smiled sweetly at Tang Yuehua, her eyes crinkling, her voice clear and melodious like a silver bell jingling in the morning light: "Goodbye, Auntie."

The moment Tang Yuehua heard the name "Tang San" from Lin Yu's mouth, her heart trembled.

Hearing the word "aunt" again, her heart felt like it had been suddenly squeezed.

She guessed Tang San's identity almost instantly: the son of her second brother, Tang Hao.

Her nephew.

The fact alone was enough to leave her stunned, and then the little girl in the pink dress called her "Auntie" in a clear voice, which made her even more rooted to the spot in the chair.

Tang Yuehua raised her hand blankly, waved to Xiao Wu, and silently said "Goodbye" as she watched the three figures walk out of the reception room, the wooden door slowly closing in front of her.

The muffled thud of the door closing finally brought her back to her senses. She turned her head and looked at Tang San in disbelief.

The contours of the boy's brow bone clearly resembled those of his second brother when he was young, with about 70% similarity.

Tang Yuehua's eyes reddened slightly in that instant. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her fingertips trembling slightly on her lips.

Tang San was not good with words. Faced with this relative who had suddenly appeared in his life, his mind went blank. He saw the tears welling up in Tang Yuehua's eyes, and he panicked but didn't know what to say.

In a moment of desperation, he could only present the slightly crumpled letter with both hands, his movements stiff as if he were a child meeting an elder for the first time.

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