Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

Xu Yanli didn't sit down; he remained standing, staring straight at him.

"Uncle," he said, his voice calm and undisturbed, "it's been a long time."

Xu Jiawei's eyelid twitched.

uncle.

“You’re not afraid at all.” Xu Jiawei put down the memorial, leaned back in his chair, and looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze. “You dare to enter my palace alone.”

"Who said it's the same person?" Xu Yanli smiled, glancing at Long Xiaoyao behind him. "Elder Long, don't you think so?"

Long Xiaoyao didn't speak, but simply raised his chin slightly.

An extremely terrifying aura emanated from him, instantly enveloping the entire imperial study.

The Star Luo Empire's retainers, who were hiding in the shadows, all changed their expressions drastically, and some even couldn't help but take a half step back.

Xu Jiawei's expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure and snorted coldly, "Limit Douluo, what a grand display."

"There's nothing I can do." Xu Yanli shrugged, his tone as casual as if he were chatting with someone. "I'm a bit timid, and I don't feel at ease if I go out without a bodyguard."

Xu Jiawei's lips twitched.

Are you timid?

A thirteen-year-old Soul Saint withstood a Super Douluo's attack in the All-Continent Elite Tournament, and in front of 100,000 people, removed his mask and trampled Shrek Academy's face on the ground. Is that what you call cowardice?

"What exactly do you want to say to me?" Xu Jiawei asked directly, not bothering with beating around the bush.

Xu Yanli's smile slowly faded. Looking into Xu Jiawei's eyes, she said, word by word, "I want to know how my mother died."

The imperial study fell silent instantly.

It was so quiet that even the crackling of the candlelight could be clearly heard.

Xu Jiawei's pupils contracted sharply, then he regained his composure and said calmly, "I know nothing about your mother's affairs."

"Don't know?" Xu Yanli chuckled, his tone full of mockery. "She was your own sister, she died right before your eyes, and you say you don't know?"

Xu Jiawei's fingers gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"I said I don't know."

Xu Yanli stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

That smile was cold, as cold as a knife in winter.

“Alright, you don’t know? Then let me ask another question.” He took a step forward, closer to the imperial desk. “What was that light that descended from the sky back then?”

Xu Jiawei's pupils contracted again.

This time, he didn't have time to hide it.

Xu Yanli saw it all clearly.

“Divine punishment.” He gave Xu Jiawei the answer. “Someone descended from the divine realm to punish my mother, destroying her martial spirit and causing her to fall from the clouds into the mud.”

He paused, then said, word by word, "And you, my dear uncle, you watched all of this happen, then launched a coup overnight, killed everyone who supported my mother, and took this position."

Xu Jiawei's face darkened completely.

"Xu Yanli, how dare you!"

"I'm being presumptuous?" Xu Yanli sneered. "My mother established schools, soup kitchens, reorganized the military, and promoted people from poor families in Xingluo City. Everything she did was for the sake of this country. But what about you? For the throne, you betrayed her, sold her out, and watched her be punished by the gods and deposed, and then you sit here as emperor with a clear conscience!"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, piercing Xu Jiawei's heart.

"You think you've won?" Xu Yanli looked into his eyes, her tone suddenly calm. "You have indeed won, but let me ask you, do you feel at peace with yourself? Moreover, the moment I appeared before you, it represented my mother; she hasn't completely lost yet."

Xu Jiawei's face was ashen, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Behind him, from the shadows, the auras of several Title Douluos began to surge, ready to strike at any moment.

Long Xiaoyao slightly raised his eyes, and those auras were instantly suppressed, leaving them no room to struggle.

Xu Jiawei took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "What exactly do you want?"

Xu Yanli looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.

The smile was no longer cold, but rather carried a hint of gentleness, yet Xu Jiawei sensed an even deeper chill within that gentleness.

"Uncle, don't be nervous." Xu Yanli took a step back, regaining his composure. "I came here today to catch up with you, and by the way..."

He paused, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:

"By the way, I will avenge my mother myself. Not now, but not too long from now."

He turned around and walked towards the door.

He stopped at the door without turning around.

"By the way, Uncle."

Xu Jiawei did not respond.

"Those people you sent to keep an eye on me, you can leave now," Xu Yanli said casually. "If I catch them again next time, I won't be so lenient."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Long Xiaoyao followed behind, and the door to the imperial study slowly closed.

Xu Jiawei sat behind the imperial desk, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

His hands gripped the armrests so tightly that the veins bulged and his knuckles cracked.

After a long while, he suddenly stood up and swept all the memorials on the table to the ground.

"Bastard!"

The worshippers, who were hiding in the shadows, remained silent, none of them daring to utter a sound.

Stepping out of the palace, the sunlight warmed me.

Xu Yanli stood on the steps, took a deep breath, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Highness," Long Xiaoyao's voice came from behind, "Your words just now were a test for him."

Xu Yanli nodded, without denying it.

“He’s afraid,” Long Xiaoyao said. “He’s afraid of you.”

“No.” Xu Yanli shook his head. “He’s not afraid of me, he’s afraid of my mother. For seventeen years, he thought that woman was dead and he could be at ease. But as soon as I appeared, all the fears hidden in his heart surged up.”

He paused, then said softly, "He's not afraid of me, nor is he afraid of retribution. He's afraid of losing his power, after all, it's all something he painstakingly acquired back then."

Long Xiaoyao remained silent for a moment, then said nothing more.

The two walked out along the palace road, with the majestic Xingluo Imperial Palace behind them and a bustling market street in front of them.

Xu Yanli walked in the sunlight, his steps light and quick, like an ordinary teenager strolling around in the early autumn afternoon.

Xu Yanli hummed a song: "Let's row our oars, the little boat pushes through the waves..."

As Long Xiaoyao listened, he felt a sense of relaxation wash over him.

"Go home!" Xu Yanli said with a smile after humming a song.

"We still haven't received the championship prize," Long Xiaoyao said helplessly.

Xu Yanli sighed, "Alright, let's go back to the hotel first. This is really troublesome..."

Back at the Star Emperor Hotel.

Huo Yuhao stood silently at Xu Yanli's door, waiting.

"What's wrong?" Xu Yanli asked, looking at Huo Yuhao who was acting all emo.

"me……"

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't." Xu Yanli patted Huo Yuhao on the shoulder. "I'll move your mother's grave tonight."

Chapter 136 Relocating Graves

In the room of the Star Emperor Hotel, the curtains were only slightly ajar.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the cracks, carving a thin, slender line of light across the floor.

Xu Yanli leaned against the window frame, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

The tea had long since gone cold, but he hadn't touched it.

"Your Highness." The door was gently pushed open, and Yue Zhengling slipped in, her voice extremely low, "The coffin is ready. It's made of genuine golden nanmu wood, according to your specifications, without any adulteration."

Xu Yanli nodded and placed the teacup on the windowsill. The bottom of the cup touched the wooden rim with a soft sound. "Let's go."

He changed into plain-colored casual clothes, and didn't bring the jade fan from the table. He only tied an ordinary blue cloth belt around his waist.

Yue Zhengling paused for a moment, wanting to ask, "Why didn't you bring a fan?" but swallowed the words back.

Long Xiaoyao was already waiting at the door.

He was still wearing the mask, but today he was wearing a dark gray robe, and his aura was heavier than usual, making him look like a taciturn old butler.

The three of them slipped out of the hotel through a side door without alerting anyone.

The main streets of Xingluo City were still bustling with activity.

An old man selling candied hawthorns shouted at the top of his lungs, and several teenagers chased after a yellow dog as they rushed out of the alley, their laughter ringing out.

Xu Yanli walked at the front, his steps slow, but his eyes were always fixed on the distance.

The White Tiger Duke's Mansion occupies most of the east side of the city. Its vermilion gate and a pair of large stone lions at the entrance make it so imposing that people dare not approach.

Xu Yanli didn't go through the main gate, but turned into a narrow alley next to it and circled around to the back of the mansion.

The area around the back wall was overgrown with weeds, and the plaster was peeling off in patches. Compared to the splendor in front, it was like another world altogether.

“Here.” Long Xiaoyao stopped at an inconspicuous corner and gestured with his chin toward the inside.

Xu Yanli glanced at the high wall, remained silent for a moment, then lightly flipped over it with a light touch of his toes.

Inside the wall was a wasteland, overgrown with weeds, and a few crooked trees stood sparsely, their bark peeled off and pitted.

Xu Yanli's gaze fell on the innermost part of the wasteland.

There is a grave there.