Yang Jian was dissatisfied.
What he wanted was no airy string of platitudes, but a solid guarantee. Otherwise, why would he have come to the palace for no reason, lowered his head, and called the emperor his uncle?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
"Your Majesty! Your subject is dissatisfied with this answer!" Yang Jian's brows knitted tightly as he spoke in a low voice.
Unfortunately, before he could finish, the Great Heavenly Venerable raised his eyelids and blocked his path completely. "Erlang, are you asking this as a subject addressing his sovereign? If so, return to the Divine Hall of Justice, draft a memorial, and submit it through the proper channels!"
Following procedure was the cure for every sort of defiance.
Yang Jian's chest tightened. Gazing at the Great Heavenly Venerable seated high above him, he threw caution to the winds for Yang Chan's safety.
"Uncle!"
Without another word, the True Lord called him uncle for the second time that day.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, the Great Heavenly Venerable softened his tone and said kindly, "In that case, Erlang, set your mind at ease. Chan'er grew up under my very eyes. I cherish her as my own flesh and blood. How could I allow other immortals to bully her? Though the Heavenly Court's rules are strict, they can still protect our own younger generation. Chan'er will assuredly remain safe and sound in Tongming Hall..."
The Great Heavenly Venerable delivered a lengthy stream of soothing assurances about Yang Chan's welfare, leaving not a single crack to exploit.
Yet the more Yang Jian listened, the darker his expression became.
Through all those words, not one mentioned Chen Wei?
Yang Chan had her guarantee, but what about that scheming brat who harbored improper intentions toward his sister?
As long as that fellow remained beside