Chapter 803: A Family Courting Death

Ye Xiu waited all day at Nanxi Villa, but Nanhang Jun never came to deliver the Weapons Manual.

At five in the afternoon, the City Lord of Tiger City, Wei Mingli, personally brought a convoy along with a group of people carrying large and small bags, to Nanxi Villa.

"Why have you brought so many people?" Ye Xiu asked.

Wei Mingli respectfully said, "I bought clothes for you and the little princess, and this distinguished young lady, for attending the banquet. I’ve also brought a makeup artist, a fashion stylist, a jewelry stylist..."

Ye Xiu understood that Wei Mingli intended to dress him, Jiaojiao, and Kristina up before attending the banquet.

He asked, "Are we not qualified to attend the banquet if we wear casual clothes?"

He really hated wearing those overly formal clothes; they made him uncomfortable!

Wei Mingli was startled and quickly said:

"No, no, you misunderstood. What I mean is that you, the little princess, and this young lady should be dressed properly to highlight your status and temperament."

Ye Xiu sneered, "People with status and temperament will still have it even if they wear a sack; people without it, no matter how expensive their clothes or jewelry are, they’re still clowns."

Wei Mingli realized that Ye Xiu didn’t want to wear the clothes he brought, and quickly flattered him:

"What you said makes so much sense, it’s practically a famous saying. It’s all my secretary’s fault for coming up with this lousy idea."

Flatterer, expert sycophant... Ye Xiu thought coldly to himself!

At this time, Wei Mingli tentatively asked, "Well, sir, how should I address you?"

Haha, my name will scare the hell out of you!

Ye Xiu thought for a moment, "My name is Zalbado Bufirovsky-Chetwiavsky."

Wei Sili and the people behind him were dumbfounded; what a ridiculous name!

Wei Mingli said, "Can I call you Mr. Ji?"

Mr. Chicken?

Ye Xiu’s face went dark immediately, just about to correct him.

At this moment, Kristina walked over, bursting into laughter, saying:

"Mr. Chicken is a great name; let’s go with Mr. Chicken!"

Ye Xiu: "..."

"Greetings, Your Highness the Little Princess!" Wei Mingli and everyone behind him knelt on one knee.

Kristina nodded, "Let’s go now!"

Wei Mingli really wanted to say there was no need to go so early; the banquet started at seven, and as the most distinguished guests, they should make a grand entrance last.

But since the little princess said so, Wei Mingli dared not say anything further!

...

The banquet was held at the ’Tianxia First-Grade Hotel.’ When Ye Xiu, Jiaojiao, and Kristina arrived, the hotel banquet hall was empty.

They had arrived too early!

"Master, Jiaojiao is hungry!"

Jiaojiao, in Ye Xiu’s arms, said timidly.

Ye Xiu said to Wei Mingli, "Go prepare some food."

"Alright, Mr. Ji!"

Wei Mingli quickly ran to the kitchen to arrange it himself, having realized that to curry favor with Mr. Ji, all he needed was to serve Jiaojiao well.

At this moment, a pot-bellied middle-aged man walked into the banquet hall with a young beautiful woman and a four or five-year-old boy.

As they walked, the young beautiful woman complained, "Why come so early? Arriving late shows one’s status."

"You know nothing!"

The middle-aged man snapped at her, "For other banquets, you can be fashionably late, but tonight’s banquet is for the little princess; whoever arrives early will make the best impression on her."

The young beautiful woman pursed her lips, "The little princess will definitely be the last to arrive; how would she know who was there first?"

"I will mention it myself when the time comes," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

The young beautiful woman understood then; the middle-aged man planned to intentionally bring it up to the little princess after she arrived, ensuring she’d hear who was early and who was late.

By then, she would certainly look favorably upon the person who arrived first!

"Wow, we really are the first ones here."

The middle-aged man glanced around with a smile, completely ignoring Ye Xiu, Jiaojiao, and Kristina!

"We are the second arrivals; aren’t there three people already here?"

The young beautiful woman pointed to Ye Xiu and the others, and said.

"Those are just staff!"

The middle-aged man, upon seeing Ye Xiu, Jiaojiao, and Kristina’s casual wear, instinctively thought they were staff.

After all, everyone attending such an important banquet dresses appropriately, looking vibrant and spirited.

Who would come in casual wear!

"Blind!"

Kristina sneered.

Ye Xiu didn’t pay them any mind, placing Jiaojiao on the ground and sitting on a nearby chair.

At this moment, the young boy brought by the middle-aged man and the young beautiful woman walked over to Jiaojiao and stuck out his hand, saying:

"I like your sword, give it to me!"

Jiaojiao had been holding onto a wooden sword Ye Xiu made for her.

Seeing the boy’s demand, Jiaojiao quickly ran to Ye Xiu’s side, timidly stealing glances at the boy.

Having witnessed her entire family slaughtered when she was born, and often being told by Gongsun Jian and the Taoism disciples that she lacked cultivation talent and couldn’t avenge her family.

Moreover, Taoism was poor and often looked down upon.

And Jiaojiao had always pretended to be ignorant and naive to protect herself.

All of this contributed to Jiaojiao developing a strong sense of inferiority, feeling like an ant crushed in the mud, with everyone above her, more noble than she was.

"I said give me the sword!"

The young boy was angry when Jiaojiao didn’t give him the sword but ran to Ye Xiu’s arms, repeating his demand.

"This, this is something my master gave me, I, I can’t give it to you," Jiaojiao said timidly.

Seeing this, Ye Xiu secretly sighed; although Jiaojiao now fully trusted her, changing Jiaojiao’s deep-seated self-esteem issues and fear of everyone, her mistrust of people, would still require time.

"Outrageous!"

The young beautiful woman walked over, scolding Jiaojiao:

"It’s just a shabby wooden sword, and it’s your good fortune that my son has taken a liking to it. Quickly give the sword to my son."

"Give it to me, hurry up!" The young boy impatiently said, fuming.

Jiaojiao hugged Ye Xiu tightly, her face buried in Ye Xiu’s chest, too scared to respond, her small body trembling slightly.

"Sigh!"

Ye Xiu sighed, looking at the young beautiful woman, and said:

"You are being unreasonable, Jiaojiao doesn’t even know your son, and he runs up demanding her wooden sword; as a mother, you don’t even correct him, and you have the audacity to come and scold a child..."

"Shut up!"

The young beautiful woman interrupted Ye Xiu, angrily saying:

"You country bumpkin, how dare you lecture me; you must not want to live!"

At this time, the middle-aged man walked over, coldly staring at Ye Xiu, and said:

"Boy, do you know who I am? Daring to speak to my wife like that, quickly apologize to her, and make your daughter give the wooden sword to my son, or else I’ll make you regret it."

Kristina watched the scene with amusement, thinking it was extremely interesting. As the little princess of the Golden Family, she had never witnessed such a scene in person before.