Scheming (3)

"This is what I told you before—he's someone you can never compare to!!" the Vermilion Bird Emperor said. "Ye Lang, you've rendered meritorious service again this time. If there's anything you want, just say it."

At this moment, the Vermilion Bird Emperor felt utterly disappointed. Perhaps he had been disappointed long ago; only now had he truly made himself understand it.

"What do I want? Oh, right, I'm short on a few things. In a few days, let me take a look in the Imperial Treasury and see whether you have them," Ye Lang said without the slightest politeness.

The Vermilion Bird Empire's Imperial Treasury was certain to contain fine treasures. After so many years of accumulation, anyone could understand that. Yet entering such a treasury was not something ordinary people could do, nor was it something ordinary people would even think of doing.

For Ye Lang to so readily say that he wanted to enter it could only mean that he was impolite—extremely impolite!!

"...You brat, you really don't stand on ceremony. Fine, I'll let you choose. As long as you don't go too far, you can have whatever you want!!" The Vermilion Bird Emperor shook his head, utterly helpless over the matter. After all, Ye Lang had rendered meritorious service, and he himself had said so.

Moreover, Ye Lang seemed never to have asked for anything in return for all the help he had given before. Naturally, he now wanted to give it all to him at once.

"Hmph! Do you think this is over? I'm telling you, it's not over yet!!" Ximen Qing's father said at this moment. Seeing Ye Lang and the Emperor acting so relaxed, his teeth ground together with creaks.

Judging by his appearance, it seemed there was another move waiting in the wings.