Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

In the Murong Prince Mansion at East of the River, an elder clad in purple-gold resplendent attire sternly planted his dragon-headed cane into the ground.

"The heavens must truly be turned upside down, for a mere scion of an Aristocratic Clan to dare such arrogance. Not content with killing a man, he even sent the head over—this is clearly a disregard for my Murong Prince Mansion!"

This coldly rebuking elder was none other than the current old family head of the Murong Prince Mansion, Murong Tongming.

Although Murong Tongming was already past seventy, being a Martial Artist and a Huajin Grandmaster meant his physique was still remarkably robust and his spirit vigorous.

Murong Hai said, "Although we have little contact with the Fen Family of Jiangnan, they are, after all, representing our Murong family. This is something our prince's mansion cannot overlook!"

The several members of the Fen Family seated below nodded incessantly, but at this moment, they did not dare to speak rashly before the senior members of the main house.

Murong Hai turned his head and asked a lean man below, "Has the background of that Ye surname brat been clarified after a night?"

The lean man immediately bowed, "Replying to the young house lord, it has been investigated, but…"

"But what? Speak quickly!" old family head Murong Tongming demanded in a vehement tone.

"Yes!"

The lean man dared not hesitate any longer and promptly said, "After a night's searching, even calling upon our networks and informants in the imperial city, we have come up completely empty. Although there is an Aristocratic Clan named Ye in the imperial city, that brat does not come from the Imperial City Ye Family."

Murong Hai coldly huffed, "You've found nothing? How can there be nothing? Could that brat have sprung from a stone?"

The lean man, serving as a strategist for the Murong Prince Mansion and holding a folding fan, pondered and said, "We only discovered last night that this brat suddenly appeared in the Hong Family of Jiangdu three months ago, seemingly brought back by that old coot Hong Zhenguo."

Murong Hai demanded, "Since he was brought back by the Hong Family, have you asked those from the Hong Family?"

"We've asked. There are also our prince's mansion's informants in the Hong Family. According to their servants, they don't know the origins of Ye Feng either. As for Hong Zhenguo, given his special status, it's problematic for us to address him directly."

Murong Tongming asked in a deep voice, "What is the relationship between that Ye surname brat and the Hong Family?"

"According to the servants of the Hong Family, that brat is their son-in-law, and the powerful families of Jiangdu refer to him as the Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family. So far, this is all we've managed to find. As for his background before three months ago, I am incapable, and was unable to discover anything!"

After speaking, the military advisor of the Murong Prince Mansion bowed and retreated to the side.

Murong Tongming pondered, his mind unclear as to what the King of East River was thinking.

Murong Hai snorted coldly, "Father, although we can't figure out this person's exact background, from the current intelligence, he definitely is not one of those aloof scions from the imperial Aristocratic Clans. Even if he were, he surely wouldn't be from the Direct Lineage, so there is truly no need for concern. We..."

Before he could finish, Murong Tongming immediately raised his hand to interrupt, demonstrating the capacities that let him firmly hold the reins of power in East of the River.

"Our Gusu Murong Family, although descended from imperial royalty, is not as prominent as in days past. I, although titled the King of East River, still must exercise careful prudence!"

Having said this, Murong Tongming suddenly swept his Great Hand, stating, "First, send those two retainers from the prince's mansion, declaring the name of our mansion, to probe the other party's reality before making a decision!"

"With Father overseeing East of the River, shining like the moon surrounded by stars, who in East of the River would dare disobey? A mere Frenzied Son-in-Law of the Hong Family can't stir up much of a wave. I will personally escort those two skilled retainers to bring back the brat's head!"

Having spoken, Murong Hai immediately stood up and walked towards the back courtyard.

Murong Tongming instructed, "Bring the head back and hang it at the great gate of the prince's mansion for three days as a warning, to let the powerful families of East of the River understand that the dignity of our mansion cannot be defied!"

In Jiangnan, the dawn still enveloped the area, but Ye Feng had already risen from bed, sitting crossed-legged at the head of the bed. His body was shrouded in white mist, indicating that he had been practicing martial arts for quite some time.

Others could only know him as the Northern Border Sovereign, honored above tens of thousands. But who would realize that this Sovereign's dedication to his martial practice was grueling and unrelenting, never once interrupted even during his recuperation from injuries?

Outside the villa, it was eerily quiet. Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhan Tian, and Seventeen were already guarding the villa's entrance, not entering without being summoned.

As Ye Feng continued his Breathing Technique, a sudden loud boom erupted from within him and his energy surged explosively.

"Another acupoint breaks through, who could have anticipated such a pace of cultivation..."

Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a wry amusement. Since recuperating from a severe injury, his cultivation speed had been incredibly swift, akin to riding a rocket. Whether this was a stroke of fortune or misfortune, he didn't know, but at least for now, advancing was never a bad thing.

Suddenly, a knock on the door came from outside. Hong Qingyan had seemingly grasped a routine and opportune moment to knock.

"Big Brother Ye, breakfast is ready for you. After you wash up, I need to hurry over to the Pang Family to handle foundation matters," Hong Qingyan said with a smile.

Today, she was dressed in a set of work attire, a short skirt that left her snow-white legs unmistakably exposed. Normally she dressed casually, but now attentively outfitted and lightly made-up, her entire demeanor appeared transformed.

Hong Qingyan's features were commendable in their own right. Though not the currently fashionable melon-seed face, her oval face was delicate and refined. Initially, she might not stir immediate awe, but the more one looked, the more they discovered a different beauty, elegant and meticulous in kind. Experience new stories on empire

At 172 cm tall, she had a slender physique, which appeared rather frail due to a deficiency of Innate Qi. Additionally, a limp further diminished her presence in Jiangdu, resulting in her not being well-known.

Of course, this was also because she wasn't skilled at self-promotion; she had a bland personality and did not seek the limelight.

Now that she had become the president of the foundation, and was engaged in the charity work she loved, her whole aura was evidently different from usual.

"You've been working hard during this time," Ye Feng said with a light chuckle.

"Big Brother Ye, what kind of relationship do we have that you talk of hardships? Saying that makes it seem like we're strangers," Hong Qingyan said, uncharacteristically adding more words. After speaking, she handed over the hot towel.

Ye Feng looked at her and teased, "Then why don't you tell me what our relationship is now?"

"We're not husband and wife now..."

When she spoke the words 'husband and wife,' Hong Qingyan's voice became as faint as a mosquito's, and after speaking, her head nearly buried in her full bosom, her ears turning red on their own.

Ye Feng shook his head, not wanting to tease her anymore.

Hong Qingyan changed the subject, "Big Brother Ye, we're running out of time. Have breakfast on your own later; I've already prepared it and left it on the dining table. I need to leave first."

"Go ahead, feel free to forge on!" Ye Feng nodded.

Hong Qingyan went downstairs. No sooner had she left than a stretched Bentley roared up to the house.

Immediately afterward, a burly and muscular man jumped out of the front passenger seat. Without a word, he kicked down the villa's wrought iron gate with a loud bang.

"How audacious! Daring to cause trouble at such an important place, have you grown weary of living?"

Sima Zhantian leaped out, his veins bulging all over, looking ready to explode with anger. Had it not been for Xiao Chuanqi holding him back, the hot-tempered man might have started throwing punches then and there.

At that moment, a tall man in olive drab military pants and combat boots, wearing sunglasses, casually stepped out from the back seat of the Bentley.

"It's Jiang Yicai from the Southern Territory. Any irrelevant people, clear off to one side," he commanded.

Jiang Yicai slightly lowered his sunglasses, giving Sima Zhantian a disdainful glance, and then snorted coldly, "Of course, if you're tired of living, you're welcome to come at me!"

"You loser Dingxi, you think you're worthy of yelling here? I'll crush you first!" Sima Zhantian bellowed in rage.

But Xiao Chuanqi was the first to speak, "Sir, may I ask your identity from the Southern Territory?"

Compared to the simple-minded and irascible Sima Zhantian, Xiao Chuanqi was obviously much more cautious.

Jiang Yicai swept Xiao Chuanqi with a glance, again showing a look of contempt in his eyes. As the Deputy Commander of the Southern Territory, he always looked down on these so-called commoners, seemingly carrying an innate sense of superiority.

"My identity is not something for two guard dogs like you to know. Is that Ye fellow inside? Tell him to roll out here!" Jiang Yicai shouted loudly.

Xiao Chuanqi was also angered, unable to maintain his temper so he clenched his fists, ready to strike.

Just then, Ye Feng's voice leisurely drifted from inside the hall.

"Since he is from the Southern Territory, he's barely qualified enough. Let him in to speak!" From the sound of it, Ye Feng was having breakfast.

Xiao Chuanqi held back, glaring as he spoke, "Aren't you going inside to pay respects to our master?"

"Pay respects to your master? Quite the bold statement. Let's see if your master really does have three heads and six arms!"

Jiang Yicai snorted and strutted in with his entourage in tow.

Then he saw a young man, who appeared to be several years his junior, sitting in the dining room having breakfast.

"Are you Ye Feng, the so-called Mad Son-in-law of the Hong Family?" Jiang Yicai stood firm in the hall like a javelin.

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, he was drinking porridge. Without looking up, he said, "I have one question for you. You have a status, but today, are you here representing the Southern Territory, or are you here on behalf of the Jiang Family?"

Jiang Yicai stared coldly at him, sneering, "I'd like to ask you, if I represent the Southern Territory, what would you do? And if I'm here for the Jiang Family, what then?"

Ye Feng put down his chopsticks and said, "If representing the Southern Territory, out of respect for that person from the Southern Territory, I would let you leave upright. And if it's for the Jiang Family..."

"What then?" Jiang Yicai's face was full of mockery.