Chapter 32: The Villain Senior Brother Is About to Turn Dark, the Psychotic Junior Brother Pretends to Be Blind [32]

Chapter 32: The Villain Senior Brother Is About to Turn Dark, and the Crazy Junior Brother Is Pretending to Be Blind [32]

Ye Beiyu was deep in thought, but the next moment, everything went dark before his eyes.

Bai Yan noticed his movement and, following his gaze, also saw the bell on Mu Yin's ankle. He reached up and covered his eyes.

Mu Yin took in the sight of the man and the fox but said nothing. Instead, he looked at Bai Yan and, before he could return, let out a soft chuckle before speaking:

"Besides, didn't you say it yourself? That you'd give him what he wants in three days. So shouldn't you be off to find my eldest and third brothers now? Why come all the way here to see me?"

Mu Yin paused, blinked, and suddenly leaned in closer. Lowering his voice, he said,

"Or do you want me to help you kill them, A Yan?"

Because he was so close, Mu Yin's warm breath brushed against Bai Yan's ear as he spoke, making Bai Yan frown involuntarily.

"Don't get so close to me."

Bai Yan took a step back. He rarely showed his emotions so openly and without any pretense.

But he truly hated it when people spoke to him this close.

Especially after those strange dreams he'd had over the past two days.

It made him react more strongly to this kind of behavior, even feeling a bit repulsed.

Mu Yin also vaguely sensed a gaze on him from the shadows.

He raised a hand to rub his brow, lowering his gaze to hide the cold glint that flashed through his eyes.

Soon, Mu Yin composed himself and slipped back into that carefree smile.

Bai Yan rubbed the little fox's ears and said coolly:

"You've seen it too. In his eyes, blood ties mean nothing. Even if you're his own children, he won't spare you."

"He doesn't even have solid evidence. Just based on suspicion, he wants to kill his own children who've been by his side for hundreds of years. That's why he made me play the villain."

As Bai Yan spoke, a faint hint of mockery laced his tone.

If the Demon Sovereign had solid proof, that'd be one thing, but he doesn't.

He's just relying on his own suspicions and some baseless rumors and nonsense.

He's decided in his heart it's those two, so he wants them dead.

Better to kill a hundred by mistake than let one escape...

Mu Yin narrowed his eyes but stayed silent.

"At the end of the day, it's just because your existence has become a threat to him. To him, you're no longer obedient, useful pawns, so of course he needs an excuse to get rid of you."

Bai Yan continued: "If he can move against those two, how long do you think it'll be before he moves against you?"

"A Yan, your skills at sowing discord could use some work."

Mu Yin let out a low laugh. Bai Yan's attempt at provocation was way too obvious. Did he take him for a fool?

Bai Yan just gave him a calm look. Holding the little fox, he stood up.

"I said, I came today just to warn you. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

"After all, whether you live or die, or who ends up on the Demon Sovereign's throne, doesn't matter to me."

"Then why warn only me?"

Mu Yin's expression turned serious. If anyone else had said this, he definitely wouldn't have believed them.

But this was Bai Yan. The position they were all fighting for was something Bai Yan didn't even give a second glance.

"Maybe... because I find you agreeable?"

Bai Yan had already taken two steps when he paused at those words. He turned slightly and said softly:

"Or maybe because... your mother and my mother are a lot alike."

Mu Yin's heart suddenly clenched, and his hands balled into fists on their own, faint veins bulging on the backs.

Everyone knew Mu Yin's mother was the most beautiful woman in the fox clan, once greatly favored by the Demon Sovereign.

But only a select few knew his mother had someone she loved. They were devoted to each other, having pledged themselves to one another, and were originally the most envied couple in the fox clan.

Unfortunately, the Demon Sovereign took her by force, and they were torn apart.

His mother's beloved died, and shortly after giving birth to him, she passed away from grief.

Mu Yin lowered his gaze, silent. It wasn't until Bai Yan reached the door that he suddenly spoke:

"Thank you."

Mu Yin watched Bai Yan leave, his eyes deep and unreadable. He still didn't fully believe Bai Yan—at least not that Bai Yan had no ulterior motive for warning him.

But so what?

It didn't change his plans...

Or rather, since the Demon Sovereign had already started moving against those two, his own plans would need to be moved up too, to avoid any trouble from waiting.

After Bai Yan and the others left, a dark figure appeared behind Mu Yin.

"Your Highness."

The figure raised his head, revealing the same young man from earlier.

He tilted his head slightly to look at Mu Yin, his voice low. "Your Highness, should I deal with them?"

"Hah, deal with him? Have you forgotten how he took out a Demon General in one move?"

Mu Yin looked up and sneered, "I'd say it's more likely he'd take you out instead!"

The young man pressed his lips together, saying nothing. Mu Yin looked at the youth, who was a head taller than him, and thinking of how he'd acted earlier, his anger flared.

He raised his leg and kicked the man to the ground, his tone icy:

"Yue Ying, have I been too soft on you lately?"

Yue Ying was kicked to the ground, yet instead of getting angry in the slightest,

he quickly scrambled up and knelt properly, reaching out to grab Mu Yin's ankle, carefully checking to see if he was hurt.

Mo Yin's strength was a bit too much; his toes were indeed slightly red.

Yue Ying skillfully took out the ointment and gently applied it, keeping his head lowered as he spoke softly,

"It's my fault, Your Highness. Please don't be upset."

"Enough. Go check on what they've prepared—our plan should be moved up."

"Also, have someone keep an eye on my dear eldest brother and third brother... I want to see what methods this Bai Yan will use to kill them."

Mo Yin raised his head slightly, a nearly cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips.

His dear father was scheming cleverly—without sufficient evidence himself, he'd put Bai Yan, with his awkward identity, in charge of handling it.

If Bai Yan could pull it off cleanly, then fine; but even if he didn't, he'd only use Bai Yan to make an example of.

Still, he was curious how Bai Yan planned to handle those two.

He couldn't just kill them without a trace, could he...

Though Mo Yin knew Bai Yan was powerful, he didn't think Bai Yan could be that powerful.

Yue Ying kept his head bowed, carefully setting Mo Yin's foot down, hiding the reluctance in his eyes as he gave a low response,

"Yes."

Mo Yin smiled lightly, bent down, and reached out to pinch Yue Ying's chin, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze.

"Behave yourself. Once this matter is settled, I'll give you the antidote and set you free."

"You know I'm a man of my word."

Those few light words fell into his ears, and Yue Ying's eyelashes trembled slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching.

He wanted to tell Mo Yin he didn't want freedom—he only wanted him.

But he couldn't. He knew that no matter what he said, it wouldn't change Mo Yin's decision.

Once he was no longer useful, Mo Yin would cast him aside, send him away, back to the serpent clan...

Yue Ying said nothing, lowering his eyes.

But no matter what, he wouldn't give up.

His heart stirred, and he raised his hand to grasp Mo Yin's wrist, speaking in a low voice:

"Since Your Highness can't give me the antidote now, giving me something else shouldn't be too much to ask."

Mo Yin always gave a sweet date after a beating with a stick.

Yue Ying had him figured out—when Mo Yin needed him most, he wouldn't refuse no matter how excessive the request.

Mo Yin looked at Yue Ying, raised an eyebrow without speaking, then raised his hand to pat his face with moderate force, sighing with helplessness and indulgence,

"It seems I've truly indulged you too much lately, A Ying. Your courage is growing bolder by the day."

As his words fell, the fox-fur cloak slipped from his shoulders...