Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Junior Sister, You Are Drunk
Lan Zi Yu practically counted on his fingers as he listed to Fang Cheng Lang all the evidence that Yu Zhao listened to him the most.

They had grown up together as senior brother and junior sister, and they remembered everything that had happened between them very clearly.

Lan Zi Yu easily talked about many stories from their past, but as he spoke, he slowly fell silent.

Fang Cheng Lang’s steps also grew heavier.

Lan Zi Yu hesitated. He looked at him and said quietly: “First Senior Brother, why do I feel like your attitude toward Little Six is a bit…”

Lan Zi Yu could not finish.

In his heart, the image of First Senior Brother had always been that of a bright, open-minded gentleman, gentle and tolerant to everyone. But when facing Yu Zhao, he seemed like a completely different person.

He was harsh, demanding, and cold.

What frightened him even more was that, as someone who had witnessed everything, he had never felt anything wrong before. He had even gotten used to it.

Lan Zi Yu felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head. His whole body went cold.

Fang Cheng Lang did not say a word.

Long before Lan Zi Yu, he had already realized the mistakes he had made.

Now he only wanted to make it up to Little Six and earn her forgiveness with his actions.

Lan Zi Yu, however, seemed to have found an outlet and started complaining nonstop. He frowned and said: “First Senior Brother, your attitude toward Little Six was way too awful. I kept wondering why she returned the Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute and stopped talking to us. So it was you who made her sad.”

Lan Zi Yu kept going: “First Senior Brother, since you caused this, you have to take responsibility and fix it. If Little Six refuses to come back, you should apologize to her. If that still does not work, letting her hit you a few times would only be fair…”

Fang Cheng Lang had not wanted to argue with him at first.

But when he heard Lan Zi Yu push all the blame onto him, he let out a cold, angry laugh. He looked over and said: “Lan Zi Yu, did you forget what you said to Little Six? What you did to her? Do you need me to help you remember, hmm?”

Once that ugly veil of memory was lifted, everyone’s true face was exposed in the light.

Lan Zi Yu’s face turned deathly pale. He froze in place.

He remembered.

He had said many cruel things to Yu Zhao, belittling her as if she were worthless, and had even forced her to apologize to Junior Sister in front of so many people.

Lan Zi Yu felt as if all his strength had been drained away. His hands trembled badly.

In a shaking voice he asked: “Little Six, Little Six, will she never forgive me?”

Fang Cheng Lang stopped walking. After a long silence, he said in a low voice: “I do not know.”

That was why he had to see Yu Zhao and ask her in person.

Without getting an answer from Fang Cheng Lang, Lan Zi Yu still looked lost and crushed. The sight made Fang Cheng Lang frown.

Fang Cheng Lang raised his voice and said: “Enough! Since you do not know the answer, then go and get one yourself! Do you think just standing here will let Little Six feel your apology? To know your mistakes and change is the greatest good. I believe Little Six will give us a chance.”

With Fang Cheng Lang’s encouragement, Lan Zi Yu barely regained a bit of confidence.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and his expression changed slightly. He said: “First Senior Brother, wait here for me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and ran back up the mountain without even waiting for Fang Cheng Lang to reply.

Since he was going to apologize to Yu Zhao, he had to retrieve one thing first.

With it in his hands, Lan Zi Yu would feel a little more confident.

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Ye Cong Xin sat alone in a pavilion in the bamboo grove, drinking by herself. A faint drunken flush tinged her cheeks.

Yesterday she had been knocked out by Master Qing Yan’s pressure. When she woke up, the Yu Zhao she hated most had already been driven out.

From now on, Lone Moon Peak would have only her as the only Junior Sister. The good fortune of having Master and five Senior Brothers all focused on her alone was within easy reach.

Ye Cong Xin raised her cup, the corners of her lips curling in mockery as she whispered: “Yu Zhao, if you had not insisted on walking the road to death, how could I have won so easily? This cup is for you.”

After she spoke, she emptied it in one gulp.

Her body was weak and she could not handle strong liquor, so she had prepared a mild fruit wine for herself.

But she rarely drank, and after a few cups of fruit wine, she was already drunk and dizzy.

Lan Zi Yu called out again and again as he ran through the bamboo: “Junior Sister! Junior Sister!”

He shouted several times in a row before Ye Cong Xin slowly realized that someone was calling her.

She tilted her head, breathed out a warm sigh, and stared blankly as Lan Zi Yu came toward her from afar.

Lan Zi Yu rushed over like a gust of wind, his face full of joy. He stopped in front of her and said: “Junior Sister, I finally found you!”

Ye Cong Xin gave a silly smile and waved her cup at him. She said: “Second Senior Brother, come drink.”

Lan Zi Yu’s gaze sharpened as he finally noticed that something was wrong with her.

He glanced at the nearly empty wine pot and smelled the alcohol all over Ye Cong Xin. His eyes widened as he said in shock: “Junior Sister, you are drunk.”

Ye Cong Xin tried to sit up straighter. She forced her eyes open wide and argued seriously: “No, I am not drunk!”

But her body leaned and swayed to one side as she spoke.

“And you say you are not drunk.” Lan Zi Yu reached out and held her up, his face full of disapproval. He scolded her softly: “Do not drink so much in the future, understand?”

Ye Cong Xin nodded at once and answered sweetly: “Mm, I will listen to Second Senior Brother.”

Lan Zi Yu remembered why he had come. He looked at her and said: “Right, Junior Sister, I came to find you because I need your help with something.”

Although Ye Cong Xin’s mind was a bit hazy, she always kept her mission in mind. Without even thinking, she nodded and agreed: “Okay.”

Lan Zi Yu was overjoyed. He leaned forward and said: “Junior Sister, give me back the Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute Yu Zhao gave you back then. I need it urgently.”

In an instant, most of Ye Cong Xin’s drunkenness cleared.

She even wondered if she was so drunk that she was hearing things.

She stared at him and asked carefully: “Second Senior Brother, what did you just say?”

Lan Zi Yu answered very seriously: “The Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute. The purple flute Yu Zhao gave you three years ago, the one I carved and polished with my own hands. You cannot really use it, so give it back to me.”

Now the rest of Ye Cong Xin’s drunkenness vanished completely.

There was no way Lan Zi Yu would come to her out of nowhere just to ask for a flute from three years ago, especially a flute he had once given Yu Zhao.

So this had to be related to Yu Zhao.

But Yu Zhao had just been kicked out of Lone Moon Peak by Master Qing Yan.

[Even if they want Yu Zhao to return to Lone Moon Peak, they should be begging Master Qing Yan. What does this have to do with Yu Zhao herself?]

She forced herself to stay calm and asked in a low voice: “Second Senior Brother, what do you need the Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute for?”

Lan Zi Yu spoke very lightly, as if it was nothing important. He said: “To apologize to Little Six, of course. It was a gift I prepared for her. It carries deep feelings between us. Now it should be returned to its original owner.”

Ye Cong Xin almost coughed up blood from anger.

[Is everyone on Lone Moon Peak sick in the head?]

[When Yu Zhao was still here, none of you treated her better. Now that Yu Zhao has been kicked out, you suddenly have a great awakening and rush to beg for her forgiveness. Could you be any more pathetic?]

[As if Yu Zhao would ever forgive you.]

[A bunch of idiots.]

Ye Cong Xin cursed Lan Zi Yu wildly in her heart, but on the surface she still had to smile and deal with him carefully.

She held her head and said weakly: “Second Senior Brother, that Purple Cloud Bamboo Flute is too precious, so I stored it separately. But my head hurts right now and I cannot remember exactly where it is. Can I give it to you later?”

Ye Cong Xin wanted to stall and drag this matter out so Yu Zhao would not get to be too pleased with herself.

She had often used this method before to make Lan Zi Yu and the others miss their appointments. It had always worked like a charm.

This time, however, Lan Zi Yu refused without even thinking. He frowned and said quickly: “No.”

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