The Death of a Prince (22, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
You Xingchen's face darkened after being force-fed a mouthful of dog food right in front of him.
"Anyway, take care of yourself. I heard you went to the Penglin District. How are things there? Do you need personnel support?"
"Uncle Xingchen, Penglai..."
"..."
Seeing only the skin on his face twitch, with no objection to the form of address, Fang Yue continued, "The rebel Black Moon Organization leaders in the Penglin District have already been wiped out. The remaining stragglers are being dealt with by the Lan Guards who arrived. Although the battlefield was extremely bloody, we probably don't need to send any more people to reinforce them."
You Xingchen nodded to show that he understood. After asking a few more questions, he hurriedly left.
As soon as You Xingchen left, You Sisi's tense body immediately relaxed, and she let out a long sigh of relief.
"You seem to be quite afraid of him?"
"Other than Grandfather, Uncle Xingchen handles virtually everything in the You Family. My parents died when I was young, so Uncle Xingchen also raised and disciplined me. He was... very strict with me."
You Sisi tried to keep her explanation brief, but from her tone, it was clear that "strict" did not fully describe it.
Geniuses were not defined by talent alone. They also needed to put in far more effort than ordinary people and have access to better teachers and resources.
Clearly, You Sisi's ability to stand out among her peers owed no small debt to You Xingchen. However, judging from their relationship, the two seemed rather tense with each other.
"Actually, Uncle Xingchen didn't teach me for very long. Then, at a certain point, he suddenly stopped managing me and handed my martial arts training