Chapter 17 No need to be polite to enemies

As Yang Chen was thinking about his little aunt.

“Pound-pound”

A knock on the door was followed by the voice of the old housekeeper, Xiao Hong, interrupting Yang Chen's thoughts.

“Young master, it is almost time to go and meet your bride.”

“Ah.... already?”

Xiao Lingxi glanced at Xiao Che’s clothes and suddenly looked anxious.

“Uncle Hong, wait a little while longer and we will come out right away.”

She walked in front of Xiao Che, and a pair of soft hands began to quickly tidy his wedding clothes.

“This outfit is quite hard to put on. Your clothes are in a mess. Stand still, I will finish this right away.”

A pair of snow-white, delicate hands began to work hurriedly. She flipped his collar back to the proper position and re-fastened his loose belt. Her actions were jerky, but she took it seriously and paid careful attention to what she did.

Yang Chen looked at her and felt moved by her genuine effort to help him.

Today he was going to marry Xia Qingyue, but he knew for sure that Xia Qingyue was not marrying him because she sincerely loved him.

If it weren’t for Xiao Che and her father. Xiao Xing and Xia Hongyi’s agreement,

Xia Qingyue would not even have bothered to take a glance in his direction. The only people in this world who were kind to Xiao Che were his grandfather, Xiao Lie, and his little aunt, Xiao Lingxi.

'Well, I can't do anything about him already dead. But now that I am in his body, I will make things right for you.'

Yang Chen promised Xiao Che.

Xiao Lingxi finished fixing his cloth, and then the voice of the housekeeper could be heard again.

“Young master, are you still not ready?"

It was forbidden to be past the “auspicious time”. Xiao Hong’s urgent voice came from outside again.

"Alright, I am finished. I will be out soon."

Yang Chen then looked at his little aunt. She looked so disappointed. Normally. Xiao Che would kiss her, but now he felt like a stranger to her.

'What should I do? Xiao Che likes to kiss her on the lips, but she is too young for me. Hold on, I can just do something else.'

Yang Chen walked toward her, then kissed her on the forehead.

"Don't be so down, little aunt. Even though I might be married to Xia Qingyue, there is no love between us. To me you are a hundred times better than her. You won't be replaced by her, I promised."

"Really!"

"Yes, I will never lie to you, little aunt."

Hearing that, an arc formed at the edge of her lips. She felt truly happy hearing those words and a kiss on the forehead from him.

"I will go for now. See you later, little aunt."

"Umu, See you later."

...

As Yang Chen walked out of the room, his gorgeous wedding team awaited him. Xiao Hong kindly smiled at him.

“Young master, please get on the horse. On the way I will be protecting you with everything I have.... But of course, today is young master’s big day. I should not worry that much since there would only be good things that are waiting for you.”

“Thanks, Uncle Hong.”

Yang Chen smiled at Xiao Hong and got on the horse. A gentle voice suddenly came from his left.

“Looks like I came at the just right time. Is Brother Xiao Che going to retrieve his bride now? Congratulations.”

Yang Chen’s eyebrows furrowed slightly at that sound and saw two young men slowly walk to his side. The person who spoke was a twenty year old young man of medium build.

He was as handsome as he was elegant. His eyes were crystal clear on top of a refreshing face, and he wore a bright smile. At his rear was a thinner, younger man. His footsteps followed quickly behind the speaker.

Yang Chen felt suspicious of these two people for showing up at a time like this. And the feeling of dejavu was very strong. It made him feel hatred toward these two.

'They might be the ones behind the death of the original Xiao Che.'

Yang Chen felt that his feeling relaxed a little, so it should be like that.

"That's none of your business."

There was no need to be polite to enemies. He wasn't weak compared to Xiao Che. And they won't be able to do anything, as Xiao Lie was enough to deal with their elders. He was the strongest in this little city after all.

If push came to shove, then he just used the power of the god of death, Hades. He could still use it and compare it to the power of the mortal realm. His godly power was much stronger.

Yang Chen didn't give face to Xiao Yulong at all. He then rode the horse and headed to XIa's manor.

Xiao Yulong’s smile froze and darkened. He didn't thought that Xiao Che would dare speaking to him like that.

He suddenly turned around and fiercely slapped Xiao Yang who was with him hard in the face. In a low voice, he hissed, “Pathetic!”

Xiao Yulong’s slap was a direct hit and Xiao Yang’s left cheek began to swell. He hurriedly scrambled at the foot of Xiao Yulong and fearfully spoke.

“ I... I clearly threw in the Murdering Heart Powder and the message I received confirmed that he did collapse... I... I also do not know what is going on here....”

“Hmph!”

Xiao Yulong’s eyebrows tightened and distorted his face.

“I spent so much money to get the poison that not even Doctor Situ has the way to cure it, but you screwed it all up! Don’t tell me you want me to personally see Xia Qingyue marry that wastrel Xiao Che?”

"This... , in fact... in fact you do not need to worry that much.”

Xiao Yang glanced at Xiao Yulong’s facial expression and carefully spoke.

“Think about it, with Xia Qingyue’s temperament that never even bothered to glance at any of the talents in Floating Cloud City, would she even like that kid Xiao Che? The only reason why she is marrying Xiao Che is because of an agreement made sixteen years ago. If she marries into the family, it is absolutely impossible for Xiao Che to even touch her.... After she has entered our Xiao Clan, the chances of Boss meeting her would be greatly increased. That trash Xiao Che is not comparable to the Boss’s natural handsomeness and talent. After a while, how could not impress that Xia Qingyue? By that time....”

Listening to Xiao Yang’s words, Xiao Yulong’s gloomy scowl began to stretch while his narrow eyes squinted. He touched the tip of his nose with his finger and whispered.

“You make a pr

etty reasonable point... looks like not being able to poison that wastrel to death can also be a good thing."