The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Chapter 1548 - 1576: Changing Clothes

Ye Feng just chuckled softly, nodding slightly without speaking, while the Grand Steward looked at him with some urgency.

"Mr. Ye, our Second Prince genuinely wants to thank you, and also to apologize for our rashness today. We sincerely hope you can forgive us and must attend our banquet this time!" The Grand Steward looked at Ye Feng, speaking "sincerely".

Ye Feng nodded lightly and spoke slowly: "Alright, I understand. I will attend today’s banquet."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ye. I shall take my leave now, and we’ll see each other at the banquet later." The Grand Steward said excitedly, then left with his men, while Ye Feng remained calm, sitting on his chair.

Little An looked at Ye Feng and his group in shock, feeling immensely surprised. After all, earlier this morning, Mo Ye killed two experts in the palace. If it were anyone else, they would have died a hundred times by now.

Yet now, the palace isn’t dealing with Ye Feng; instead, they are inviting him and holding a thank-you banquet for him.

Mo Ye frowned at Ye Feng and said: "Mr. Ye, I think this so-called thank-you banquet is actually a Hongmen Banquet!"

Ye Feng chuckled, seemingly indifferent, and raised the teacup before him, taking a sip: "So what if it is?"

"Yes, so what?" Mo Ye also chuckled, a touch of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Having cultivated to the realm of True God, they obviously aren’t brainless. They can easily guess the intentions of the Second Prince and his people. There’s no way they genuinely set up a thank-you banquet to express gratitude to Ye Feng.

But for Ye Feng and his group, the Second Prince and his entourage are just ants. In the face of absolute power, there’s no need to ponder the Second Prince’s schemes.

In the world of Martial Artists, all conspiracies are nothing but jokes before absolute strength.

Conspiracies work only when two forces are equivalent or fairly close in power.

Before long, it was five in the afternoon, and the Grand Steward once again came to Ye Feng’s guest room.

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Mo Ye, the banquet is about to start. Let me take you to change clothes..." said the Grand Steward.

"Change clothes?" A dissatisfied look appeared in Mo Ye’s eyes, feeling slightly impatient. The Grand Steward quickly explained: "It’s like this because the thank-you banquet our Second Prince is holding for Mr. Ye is the highest-ranking banquet in Yanyue. According to our customs, we need to wear specific attire for it, so we hope you two can understand, we mean no harm!"

However, Mo Ye still showed resistance, clearly unwilling to go. Yet, a playful look appeared in Ye Feng’s eyes: "If that’s the case, Mo Ye, let’s go with them to change clothes..."

Ye Feng didn’t mind at all. Since the Second Prince and his people wanted to play, Ye Feng was willing to play along with them.

You should know, with Ye Feng’s current strength, he could cut down the entire palace with a single sword if he felt displeased, but that would be too dull. Besides, Ye Feng genuinely considers Yu Qing a friend, and he wants to give Yu Qing face.

"Yes, Mr. Ye!" Mo Ye nodded, daring not to disobey Ye Feng in any way.

Ye Feng continued: "Mo Ye, whatever requests they have, just comply with them."

"Yes!" Mo Ye responded. Hearing Ye Feng’s words, the Grand Steward became even more overjoyed, then led Ye Feng and Mo Ye to change clothes. In no time, the Grand Steward led them to the clothing room in the palace. The entire clothing room was built exquisitely, filled with a dazzling array of garments.

The Grand Steward instructed palace servants to lead Ye Feng and Mo Ye separately to change clothes. In less than ten minutes, Mo Ye had changed into an outfit. Seeing Mo Ye ready, the Grand Steward said to him, "Sir, Mr. Ye is still changing. His outfit is custom-made and will probably take another twenty minutes. Let’s first head to the banquet hall."

"Alright!" Mo Ye agreed without hesitation, knowing the Grand Steward must have a reason for sending Mo Ye ahead. But Mo Ye didn’t care; Ye Feng had already said to comply with whatever they requested.

Mo Ye also didn’t worry about Ye Feng being in danger since Ye Feng’s strength far exceeded his own.

If there’s any concern, it shouldn’t be about Ye Feng being in danger, but rather whether he himself might face any danger first.

Before leaving, the Grand Steward looked at the maid Little An: "Little An, bring Mr. Ye to the banquet hall once he’s changed!"

"Yes!" Little An nodded respectfully, patiently standing at the entrance of the clothing room, waiting for Ye Feng.

After a while, the Grand Steward led Mo Ye to the banquet hall. At that moment, the banquet hall was already filled with various delicacies, richly prepared with fragrant aromas wafting about. The Grand Steward led Mo Ye to a private room in the banquet hall.

The Grand Steward said: "Mr. Mo Ye, this is your exclusive private room. It’s very quiet here and won’t be disturbed from the outside." Mo Ye simply nodded lightly, not thinking too much about it.

Soon, it was six in the afternoon, and Ye Feng finally came out dressed. Ye Feng felt rather frustrated, having spent nearly an hour changing. As soon as Ye Feng stepped out, Little An spotted him.

"Mr. Ye... you..." Little An was stunned upon seeing Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked at Little An in confusion: "What’s wrong with me?" Little An appeared anxious, awkward, unsure whether to speak, then stammered, "Mr. Ye Feng, if I tell you, please don’t be upset..."

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Go on, I won’t get upset..." Little An had thought about this many times, but considering Ye Feng is the savior of Princess Yu Qing, Little An felt it was wrong to keep him in the dark.

However, Little An knew this was surely deliberate by the Grand Steward and helplessly said, "Mr. Ye, you should change into another outfit!" Hearing this, Ye Feng asked puzzled: "Oh? Why should I change..."