Chapter 271: So what if it’s the first release? So what if it’s not…

Amidst the surprised or inquiring gazes of Wen Heng, Song Zhuo and others, Wen Yuhu turned in front of Song Linsheng and glanced around vigilantly.

Yu Chang frowned slightly, and he also noticed something unusual.

However, he didn't know how Wen Yu would deal with it.

"If you dare to do something, you must dare to take responsibility for it." Wen Yu's tone was stiff, with obvious anger. "Now that you're hiding your head and showing your tail, I'm afraid it's too late!"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what Wen Yu was talking about.

Only Yu Chang slightly turned sideways, standing a few steps in front of Wen Yu and Song Linsheng, looking calmly at the entrance of the stone gate.

However, until Wen Yu finished speaking, the dust stirred up by the flickering lights surged, but no one outside responded.

The tomb was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Wen Heng, Song Zhuo and Wen Liangyi looked even more confused. Just when everyone was at a loss, a slight sound was heard from behind the door.

The person who came seemed to deliberately increase the weight of his footsteps. As he moved, a piece of moon-white clothing fluttered without wind, just like water lilies suddenly blooming in the dim tomb chamber.

Wen Yu reacted very quickly, without even asking who it was. Perhaps it was the overwhelming anger that supported her, and she let go of the Liuyun fan without hesitation.

The Liuyun fan is made of jade and satin. Its lustrous white color is interwoven with the green light of jade, and it points accurately towards the face of the person passing by.

Seeing her passing by him, Yu Chang couldn't help but look back at Wen Yu.

This was a killer move, and Wen Yu was really angry about this so-called Song Linsheng.

Sensing Yu Chang's thoughts, Wen Yu raised her chin and did not answer.

No matter who he is, even if it has nothing to do with the matter of the flute, he should not trespass into Song Linsheng's... cemetery.

Wen Yu's eyes darkened and his mind became gloomy.

She has no regrets.

But a flash of white light passed by, and Liuyunshan's attack suddenly stopped, standing still in mid-air, and even showing a tendency to retreat.

"Who is causing trouble here?" Song Zhuo stood in front of Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi, straightened his back and scolded.

Regardless of whether the visitor is a human or a demon, this is his Song family cemetery, and no one else can act recklessly, let alone disturb his ancestors.

Song Zhuo quickly glanced at the person standing behind his aunt. He had seen this ancestor named Song Linsheng in portraits several times, but had never seen his true appearance.

Since he has the good fortune to see it today, no matter... no matter whether it is a human or a ghost, he will do his best to protect it.

Wen Yu narrowed his eyes and sensed something unusual.

But she had no intention of letting go. Instead, she moved her fingertips to activate the Liuyun fan.

The Liuyun Fan is the magic weapon of her master, Lord Ju Mang. Its power is boundless and can shake the heaven and earth. It is definitely not something that ordinary little monsters can resist.

unless……

Wen Yu's eyes flashed, and a clear and bright look passed through his eyes, and most of the guesses in his mind were verified.

As she expected, the Liuyun fan isolated the white light and prevented it from getting even an inch closer to her.

This person's cultivation level is higher than her master's.

At this point, her identity seems to have been revealed, and her intention of using the Liuyun Fan has been achieved.

Wen Yu remained silent and tried her best to suppress the resentment in her heart. She wanted to see how long he could endure.

Is this going to continue like this? She doesn't care.

Yu Chang's gaze, as deep as a cold pond, swept across the white light, and then stroked Wen Yu, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing that the situation was unclear and no one was in a position to rise or fall, Yu Chang closed his eyes and raised his hand to lend a hand to Wen Yu.

Well, no matter what, he has to stand on Wen Yu's side.

But before Yu Chang could make any move, the man behind the white light seemed to sense something and raised his sleeve to break through the mist.

A thin but powerful hand passed through and clamped Liuyun's fan bone with two fingers. The bend of the knuckles could even make out the pale blue veins on it.

This time, he was able to easily obtain the Liuyun Fan...

Wen Yu's heart tightened, and she immediately wanted to move forward, but considering Song Linsheng behind her, she took half a step back.

The man moved his knuckles slightly and effortlessly pressed the Liuyun fan to the left. His sleeves fluttered, and the clouds and mist dissipated, revealing half of his right face.

Her face is as fair as jade and her complexion is as white as snow.

The huge rock in Wen Yu's heart suddenly fell. When she saw this face, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Emperor, Taihao.

Tai Hao's expression was calm and unperturbed. He just lowered his eyebrows and looked at Wen Yu quietly.

Just like when he was at Duanyunbian and in Zhuoying Palace, he was calm and elusive.

According to the rules of the Eastern Heavenly Court, the master is the assistant god of Emperor Taihao, so she should show respect when meeting the emperor.

But Wen Yu felt so suffocated and her throat was choked that she couldn't utter a word.

"Song Xuechuan, your family actually has... two ancestors?" In the midst of peace, Wen Liangyi's question was like a wave that broke the calm surface of the lake.

After all, he was used to interacting with his second uncle Wen Yanzi, so when he saw such a scene, he not only remained calm, but even dared to ask questions.

Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi looked at each other, also puzzled, "This is... Xiao Zhuo..."

Song Zhuo's brows knitted slightly, his face solemn. He didn't say much to Wen Liangyi, but only whispered, "Don't act rashly. Wait and see how your aunt handles it."

After saying that, he turned around and said to Wen Heng, "Sister Heng, everything will be fine."

"Song, Xue, Chuan." Wen Liangyi closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

It's already this late? Why are they still treating him differently from Wen Heng?

Song Zhuo held Wen Liangyi down and gestured for him to look forward.

"Wen Yujun."

It was Tai Hao who spoke first, but his expression was indifferent. He stared at the Liuyun fan in his hand with confusion, and did not say anything else.

The moment he spoke, Yu Chang stood in front of Wen Yu and looked at Tai Hao with an unexpected look on his face. He didn't know that the famous Emperor of Dongtian Court was actually a tail that could not be shaken off?

The same is true for caves and cemeteries.

Wen Yu raised her sleeve and pushed Yu Chang aside for a moment. When she faced Emperor Taihao, who was in charge of the entire Eastern Heaven Court, she, a humble fairy from the Temple of Spring, didn't know where she got the courage from, and she refused to answer no matter what.

Tai Hao was silent for a moment, as if he had anticipated this situation. He moved his fingertips slightly, and the Liuyun Fan, which had been restrained, immediately turned and flew towards Wen Yu.

However, unlike Wen Yu's furious attack, Tai Hao was obviously much more gentle.

Seeing Liuyunshan turning around and coming back, Wen Yu raised his sleeve and held it in his palm.

The fan bone was placed horizontally in front of Wen Yu. The light from the tomb chamber was reflected by it, quickly sweeping across Wen Yu's eyebrows and eyes, leaving spots of light on the top of her nose.

Wen Yu's face turned stern, as if he was surprised.

She knew that Emperor Taihao was holding back and not fighting with her, but she never expected that the Liuyun fan had no magical power at all, so when she held it, there was no backlash at all.

It's just returning the property to its original owner.

Wen Yu looked at Taihao strangely and remained silent.

"Xiaoyu——"

Song Linsheng's eyes were burning and his expression was hurried. Seeing this, he hurriedly raised his sleeve and stretched out his hand to brush across Wen Yu's fingertips. He carefully examined every inch of the fan she received, but it was not over yet.

He was tall and was slightly bent in front of Wen Yu. His lowered brows showed a look of extreme concentration, as if he was afraid that Wen Yu was hurt somewhere.

Wen Yu's heart softened and her eyes became hot. In a flash, she put the Liuyun fan into her sleeve and used her free hands to hold Song Linsheng's palms.

"I'm fine."

She whispered soothingly, fearing to startle Song Linsheng.

Song Linsheng couldn't stand the shock.

Seeing this, Yu Chang's eyes dimmed, and he turned away from Wen Yu and Song Linsheng and looked to the other side.

He had encountered such situations countless times in Guanwuyuan before, and he should have been used to it.

But just in the blink of an eye, he saw Emperor Taihao standing silently in front of the stone gate.

Seeing these two identical faces, one in front and one behind, even Yu Chang was slightly stunned.

He narrowed his eyes, and a slightly strange light flashed across his eyes.

No wonder Wen Yu mistook him for someone else in the Netherworld Palace.

Even when Tai Hao stood with this so-called Song Linsheng, it was hard to tell who was real and who was fake.

Tai Hao ignored Yu Chang's searching gaze and didn't want to give any glances to others. He only stared thoughtfully at Wen Yu and the one beside her...

"This is what Wen Yujun is looking for..."

There seemed to be doubt in Taihao's words, but he also seemed quite certain.

"Song Linsheng?"

If this person is Song Linsheng...

Tai Hao tightened the object in his hand, and suddenly became curious about Wen Yujun's answer.

As soon as these words were spoken, the eye contact between Wen Yu and Song Linsheng was naturally interrupted.

Song Linsheng wanted to say something, but Wen Yu raised her hand to stop him. When her fingertips brushed across his lips, Wen Yu gently shook her head to indicate that he was fine.

So what if it is? So what if it isn’t?

Wen Yu comforted Song Linsheng and turned to face Tai Hao. She looked at him without any scruples, and even had a hint of scrutiny that was hard to ignore.

"It was wrong to mistakenly identify him earlier."

She was a little surprised that there would be a day when she would have to speak politely.

"Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, the Emperor won't blame me, right?"

Wen Yu did not directly answer Tai Hao's question, but the meaning behind her words was clearly heard by Song Zhuo and others standing beside her.

Song Zhuo, Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi looked at each other. According to his aunt's words, he seemed to know which of the two ancestors was real and which was fake.

Tai Hao didn't respond. His calm gaze was like water, and the various emotions intertwined in it were like an iceberg under the lake, which would never be revealed.

She said it was a mistake.

This should be what he wanted, but why didn't he look pleased at all at this moment...

At least, he was about to answer "Of course", but now he couldn't say it.

Yu Chang had no intention of playing any mirror tricks with these two people. He didn't care about Tai Hao or Song Linsheng. He didn't care anyway.

"Wenyu." Yu Chang spoke, hoping that she would have made a decision sooner rather than later.

But at this moment, the silent Song Linsheng suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on the object in Taihao's hand, "Xiaoyu, my flute——"

Wen Yu's palm tightened, and she just saw the flute in Tai Hao's hand.

It was half hidden in the sleeve, with only a small section showing, but it was not difficult to recognize in terms of color or shape.

What's more, there is a small "Song" character carved by her on the inside of the end.

That was the mark she secretly engraved on the purple bamboo flute out of embarrassment after she bought it with the silver money Song Linsheng gave her.

She originally wanted to make this item she bought casually on the street seem more special, but unexpectedly, it has now become a proof of identification.

A faint green light flickered, which was the trace left by Wen Yu's spiritual power. Unexpectedly, a hundred years have passed, but it has not been erased.

Wen Yu's lips curled up slightly, and a slightly mocking smile appeared on her face.

"I only know the stories of the Emperor's travels through the human world, but I don't know his ability to steal things."

Hearing this, Tai Hao's eyes moved slightly. Although his face was calm, he couldn't help but tighten the thing in his sleeve again and again.

This thing...