Chapter 117: Princess Ye Extends an Olive Branch

It was said that she was in her forties; how could she possibly look like someone in her thirties? Even so, Yang Changfeng felt he might have overestimated her age.

He naturally knew of Princess Ye, though he had never met her before.

Princess Ye approached alone, walking onto the bamboo bridge. Her steps were so light that the bridge, which creaked under Yang Changfeng’s weight, remained utterly silent.

"You must be Mr. Yang. Hello," Princess Ye said, taking the initiative to extend a slender, fair hand from a distance. She wore a warm, approachable smile. "Just like Little Sun, you can call me Sister Ye."

She was truly a woman of great presence, though it was clear she had come to extend an olive branch.

The mention of "Little Sun" required no clarification; there was only one person it could be—Sun Zhaoxing. It was simple: without needing a name, the only person she could mention that Yang Changfeng would immediately recognize was Sun Zhaoxing.

And from Princess Ye's perspective, Sun Zhaoxing was the only person who could possibly connect her to Yang Changfeng. She wouldn't have brought up anyone else with that surname.

Yang Changfeng nodded in acknowledgment. "Hello, Sister Ye."

"Don't be so formal. Actually, come to think of it, I know your Little President Chen as well. A fine girl, very beautiful." Princess Ye sat down on a straw cushion. She didn't kneel formally like Ma Siwei, nor did she sit cross-legged in a slouch; instead, she leaned slightly to the side, resting her arm on the cushion beside her. She appeared both languid and casual, yet this did not diminish her aura. Even sitting so relaxed, she possessed a dignity that made people wary of meeting her gaze.

This was the inherent confidence of a founding family; it was something ordinary people could not imitate. Trying to do so would only result in a poor caricature that invited ridicule.

Yang Changfeng smiled and didn't take the bait. She had only mentioned Chen Aijia’s beauty, which was merely a comment on her appearance.

He was certain that the goings-on at the group company were no secret in Jiangzhou; it would be strange if Princess Ye hadn't heard of them.

She had the standing to disapprove of Chen Aijia’s control over the company. To these super-elite "second-generation" heirs, the idea that a mere high-level executive could almost sideline the boss was inconceivable.

"I heard you took action last night and sent the people from Glorious Dynasty to the authorities. Is that true?" Princess Ye asked, appearing quite interested.

Yang Changfeng’s heart skipped a beat. He understood—Princess Ye, knowing his true identity, had come to make peace.

Of course, from her perspective, she didn't need to curry favor with a retired soldier, even if his dual identity carried significant weight for people of her standing.

The fact that Wang Hu was a man of the Glorious Dynasty was a crucial piece of intelligence.

Yang Changfeng spoke seriously, "Thank you, Sister Ye. I understand. I appreciate it."

Having made her point, Princess Ye did not dwell on the matter. She simply told Yang Changfeng, "A peaceful life is hard-won. You should cherish it."

Was she worried about him becoming the king of Jiangzhou’s underground world, or was she representing an official stance?

Yang Changfeng couldn't be sure. But he had no desire to replace anyone or become a king of the underworld. Princess Ye was right; a peaceful life was too hard to come by, and he would not return to those days of violence and bloodshed.

Now that he had rested and resolved that issue, he intended to live a serious life.

"You two continue your chat; I’m heading back to prepare for a few things. There’s a meeting at the company this afternoon," Yang Changfeng said as he stood up to take his leave.

Princess Ye waved a hand. "Don't rush. Let me give you a small gift. It’s our first meeting, and perhaps I’ll need your help in the future." She offered a playful smile.

Shortly after, two young women arrived and handed Yang Changfeng a white diamond card. Princess Ye said, "Your information has already been entered into the database. Do come by for tea whenever you have the time."

Looking at the other large, wrapped box, she couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry, you’re paying for it—why are you being so stingy?"

When others came to pack food, they usually took less than a pound of pastries, but this man was truly practical. He had packed twelve servings, enough to fill a large computer box. Sun Zhaoxing had said that packing five of each would be sure to make him beam.

And it was no lie. Seeing the generous portion, Yang Changfeng laughed, "Sister Ye is truly generous, so I won't stand on ceremony. I have two little sisters at home who have never even tasted these; this will be a real treat for them. I’ll be sure to come by and 'raid your pantry' again when I’m free."

Princess Ye chuckled and said magnanimously, "No problem, you are always welcome. If you have more time, teach me how to race cars. I’ve been very interested in racing lately. There’s nothing else to do in Jiangzhou, so I have to find a hobby to pass the time."

That was easy enough!

Yang Changfeng agreed readily, picked up the large box, and strode away along the lakeside.

Princess Ye glanced at Ma Siwei, not mentioning her relationship with Yang Changfeng. This made Ma Siwei breathe a sigh of relief. Princess Ye then brought up some gossip from the entertainment industry; it seemed she really had come to Ma Siwei just to alleviate her boredom.

When he reached the outside, he was surprised to find that a car had been arranged for him. A driver in a Hongqi sedan stood by the vehicle, bowing. "Mr. Yang, the Eldest Miss asked me to take you back. Please, get in."

This was Princess Ye’s private car, as reported in the news.

Yang Changfeng looked back at the teahouse, half-hidden in the bamboo forest, and nodded to the girls who were politely bidding him farewell. He sighed inwardly—he could not refuse Princess Ye’s overture.

Learn to race?

Did Princess Ye really need to learn how to race cars to kill time?

She likely needed his help with something, though it probably wasn't urgent.

The four words "Glorious Dynasty" in exchange for a non-binding promise—Princess Ye was getting the better end of this deal.

He climbed into the car. The scent of a woman lingered in the back seat; it was Princess Ye’s perfume. She often drove this car herself. It was said that sometimes she even spent the night in it. No one knew what this woman of immense wealth was truly thinking.

She wasn't homeless, yet she enjoyed being an eccentric, much like a philosopher. This woman was like a book—but one that contained not only houses of gold and jade beauties, but also deep, chilling murderous intent.

The car drove smoothly along the road. The driver was one of the Ye family’s men, a former soldier who understood the nature of people like Yang Changfeng. Yang Changfeng didn't make small talk, and he saw no reason to pry into Princess Ye’s personal life, even though she was a rose of the most captivating kind.

The car arrived at the company just in time for work. Bidding the driver farewell, Yang Changfeng headed inside carrying the large box. He bumped into Zhang Baode, who was rushing out, and quickly told him not to rush off after work.

"I brought back some pastries from the Teahouse. Take some for the kids; we don't usually get to taste things like this," Yang Changfeng said, lifting the box.

Zhang Baode’s eyes narrowed, and he replied with a chuckle, "Alright, I'll head home a bit late tonight."

"Where are you off to?" seeing Zhang Baode dressed in a sharp suit, Yang Changfeng asked with curiosity, "Going to visit your father-in-law, are you?"