Chapter 53
Chapter 53: Face Burning, Suppression! Tai Yi Miracle Doctor
The principal stared at Sheng Song’s father, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re saying you want Classmate Ye to compensate you 200,000?”
“Why not?” Sheng Song’s father looked utterly justified. “I put my son in your school so he wouldn’t be wronged!”
The principal’s gaze flicked—briefly, helplessly—to the man sitting off to the side.
Yan Ting Feng calmly lifted his thermos cup and took a slow sip of tea. “Principal, don’t look at me. Handle it the right way.”
“This matter originally depended on whether Classmate Ye was willing to settle privately with you. How do you still have the nerve to say that?” The principal sneered. “Do you really not know that Sheng Song bullies other students at school?”
Sheng Song’s father raised his voice. “Let’s talk facts. My son’s bullying incident went trending on Weibo—”
“Parent of Sheng Song, you only read the beginning and not the end?” the principal cut him off. “You didn’t see the reversal? Your son broke into the school at night, pried a lock, and tore Classmate Ye’s books!”
Sheng Song’s father froze.
Why hadn’t Miss Yun Yi mentioned there was a reversal?
“He’s done this kind of thing many times, hasn’t he?” the principal said coldly. “He’s so practiced. It’s just that this time there’s evidence.”
He slapped a clip onto the desk. “Your child is a child, but other people’s children aren’t? Come take a look at what kind of ‘good kid’ your tutor raised!”
The surveillance replayed. Sheng Song’s father watched in silence, his face draining of color.
It burned like someone had slapped him across the mouth.
Remembering how aggressively he’d demanded compensation, he felt both awkward and ashamed. “Principal, I—”
“What ‘I’?” The principal’s voice was flat. “I’ll tell you this: Classmate Ye wanted to settle privately, so she blurred the video. Do you want the unblurred version played across the whole internet?”
He turned, eyes sharp. “Young Master Yan, give him what he wants.”
“No, no, no! That’s not what I meant!” Sheng Song’s father panicked, instantly lowering himself. “I… I was wrong. I didn’t check the truth in time. I apologize. We can settle privately. Privately is fine!”
He had things he feared, too.
He might not fear ordinary people, but he feared the noble families.
If this blew up, it would be pinned on the entire Sheng Family. The old residence would make him pay. He’d be finished.
“Settle privately?” Yan Ting Feng lowered his eyes and chuckled softly. “That depends on your sincerity.”
“I’ll pay 200,000!” Sheng Song’s father gritted his teeth. “I’m truly sorry. I didn’t teach my child well. I admit my fault. Please don’t make it bigger.”
Yan Ting Feng didn’t respond. He took another slow sip of tea.
The silence pressed down like a blade. Sheng Song’s father started sweating. “500,000! Is that enough?”
Yan Ting Feng looked up—and still didn’t speak.
His phoenix eyes curved, the smile in them deepening.
“One million!” Sheng Song’s father blurted, cracking. “Any more and we really don’t have it! We’re a branch family. We don’t have as much funding as the main family—it’s true!”
“All right.” Yan Ting Feng rose, voice gentle. “One million. I believe you.”
He set the thermos down. “Principal, please continue.”
The principal’s hand trembled.
Even with a powerful backer beside him, cold sweat still prickled at his scalp.
Sheng Song’s father slumped back in the chair. He didn’t know when it happened, but his shirt was damp through with sweat.
Outside the office, Yan Ting Feng made a call. “Private settlement, one million, as Miss Ye wanted.”
“Okay,” Ye Wan Lan said. “Tomorrow I’ll have something for you.”
Yan Ting Feng’s lashes flickered. His voice softened even more. “Then I’ll wait for Miss Ye.”
The call ended. Ye Wan Lan lowered her phone, thoughtful.
“Sheng Song’s family came to find you?” Su Xue Qing frowned. “His parents are unreasonable too. Why not push the school to expel him?”
“Use petty people to deal with petty people,” Ye Wan Lan said with a faint smile. “I have leverage on him. He’ll fear me at all times—and in the end, he’ll be used by me.”
This was a sovereign’s method.
Personally taught by Emperor Zhaozong of the Ning Dynasty.
Su Xue Qing half understood. “That makes some sense. Right now, the leverage isn’t enough to remove him completely.”
“Mm.” Ye Wan Lan’s tone stayed light. “Let’s hope he doesn’t give me enough leverage to do that.”
She pointed at a bundle on the stall. “Xue Qing, come look at this codonopsis. How is it?”
After picking herbs, Ye Wan Lan went home. It was already eight at night.
Her phone pinged. A new message arrived.
[Zhou Yi Xiang]: Sister Wan Lan, I only have one last major class left. Once I finish the exam, I’ll come to the company to intern!
[Ye Wan Lan]: You’re the jewelry design director. No need to intern. I believe in your ability.
[Zhou Yi Xiang]: Thank you, Sister Wan Lan! I’ll work even harder!
Ye Wan Lan set the phone aside, her gaze lowering as she thought.
Wan Tian Qing had already begun to take shape. Now it only needed to enter the national market.
The four years stolen by the Transmigrator had to be made up as quickly as possible.
The next morning, during the long break, Ye Wan Lan went to the psychology consultation room.
“I had my deskmate accompany me to the herbal market and picked out some medicine.” She set the bundles on the table. “Her nose is sharp. She can tell good herbs from bad. Thanks to her, I bought some decent stuff.”
“Oh?” Rong Yu leaned forward, curious. “Who’s your deskmate? She knows medicine?”
Ye Wan Lan said, “Su Xue Qing.”
The surname Su.
Tie Ma and Bing He exchanged a look.
Rong Yu’s expression changed as well.
After the Six Great Sects were destroyed, only fragments of inheritance remained.
The Rong Family came from the Tai Su Sect’s legacy and specialized in the Tai Su Lineage. They could divine the past, present, and future—predict fortune and disaster.
The Su Family came from the Tai Yi Palace’s legacy and specialized in the Tai Yi Needle Art. They could heal illness, dispel poison, and extend life.
Tai Yi healers were said to be able to snatch life back from death and challenge the heavens themselves.
Records said every palace master of Tai Yi Palace cultivated the Tai Yi Needle Art to the ninth level and was honored as a “Tai Yi miracle doctor”—a miracle-worker who could bring back the dead and restore flesh to bare bones.
But “Tai Yi miracle doctor” had never appeared again, because the last seven parts of the Tai Yi Needle Art were completely lost.
In that war, only a small number of Tai Yi healers were secretly moved to safety. The other disciples all died on the battlefield.
Even healers had to go to war. That alone showed how desperate things had been.
“You know her?” Ye Wan Lan looked up.
“I don’t.” Rong Yu answered honestly. “I’ve been to the Su Family a few times, but I’ve never heard of that kid.”
Ye Wan Lan gave a small nod. “In the past two years, has the Su Family had any medical accidents?”
“That…” Rong Yu scratched his head. “I really don’t know. With the Su Family’s skills, it’s hard to have medical accidents. But if they did, they’d definitely keep it quiet.”
“I understand.” Ye Wan Lan nodded at Yan Ting Feng. “Remember to drink the medicine. I’m going back to class.”
Looks like she could only wait for Su Xue Qing to untie her knot and speak about the past herself.
The door closed.
Rong Yu let out a long sigh. “This is torture. Brother, no wonder you always want to know who the enemy from three hundred years ago was. I want to know too. Who had the ability to slaughter all the elites of Shen Zhou?”
Yan Ting Feng’s expression remained calm. He didn’t answer.
“My family’s young master—his divination skills rank high internationally.” Rong Yu shook his head. “But all of us know my old man still can’t reach even one-tenth of my ancestor.”
He’d once seen Elder Rong make a move. The only word for it was shocking.
So what about the Rong Family ancestor from three hundred years ago—the sect master of the Tai Su Sect?
What kind of presence would that have been?
How had they all disappeared?
Who had such deep hatred for Shen Zhou?
“Young Lord!” Bing He suddenly cried out.
Rong Yu froze and snapped his head up. In horror, he saw blood sliding down the corner of Yan Ting Feng’s lips—drop by drop, bright red.
Rong Yu panicked. “Quick. I’ll needle you first.”
“It’s fine.” Yan Ting Feng wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. “There was pent-up qi in my chest. Spitting out a little blood actually feels better.”
“Brother, don’t force it.” Rong Yu took his pulse, brow knotting. “I’m not a doctor. I really can’t tell. How about we go back to Yun Jing now and let the Su Family take a look at you?”
Yan Ting Feng smiled and shook his head. “I know my own condition.”
“Fine.” Rong Yu exhaled. “Then I’ll go boil the medicine for you.”
He reached for the bundles Ye Wan Lan had brought, but before he could even touch them, a gust swept past.
The bundle was already in Yan Ting Feng’s hand.
He clearly wasn’t letting anyone else lay a finger on it.
Rong Yu’s temper flared. “You didn’t used to be this possessive. Your illness is worse!”
When a madman met another madman, things really did change.
He should separate them.
That night, at the Lin Family old residence—
After dinner, Lin Qin went to practice guqin as usual.
“Qin Qin, this week I’m introducing your cousin to Teacher Yue. When the time comes, help and support her more,” Lin Wo Yu said, stopping her at the door.
Lin Qin’s fingers paused above the strings. “Mom… the cousin you mean…”
“Other than A Lan, how many cousins do you have?” Lin Wo Yu smiled. “She wants to learn guqin too. If you two take lessons together, you’ll have someone to rely on.”
Lin Qin took a slow breath, closed her eyes, and said nothing.
“Mom,” Lin Yue cut in, unable to hold back. His tone was sharp with mockery. “Did Ye Wan Lan really beg you? Sister finally managed to take Teacher Yue as her master. Why does Ye Wan Lan—someone who can’t even play guqin—get to take advantage?”
His gaze turned colder. “Because she’s scheming, has methods, and knows how to cling to connections?”