CHAPTER 1093: CHAPTER 223: DEFEATED GENERAL SURVIVES A CALAMITY (PART 3)

Ji Yunya took a couple more glances at Yan Song’s grandparents. This small building was situated by the icy lake, with blue skies and white clouds behind it, not far from a plum forest, making it especially elegant.

The two of them headed towards the front yard. Many guests had come today, divided into several groups. These socialite debutantes were accompanied by Yan Lan and Yan Hua. She originally intended to bring Yunya along to give her a chance to meet these debutantes, but who knew they’d be delayed, and just as they reached the door, they heard voices coming from inside.

"Ji Yunya? Which Ji Yunya?"

"Who else could it be? The one from Jiangzhou. This woman is something else, bribing media to blow her up online as the number one socialite. How can she dare to claim she’s number one in front of our Miss Dongfang? It’s simply ridiculous." The tone was sharp and sarcastic.

Yan Hua’s brows furrowed, and he stepped forward to charge inside, only to be quickly pulled back by Yunya. Yan Hua turned his head to look at her.

Yunya smiled faintly: "Don’t rush."

Because of her health, she had spent time in a temple since young, cultivating herself, finding strength in detachment. Yet her endurance didn’t match Yunya’s. Hearing such embarrassing words, Yunya’s expression remained unchanged, even with a slight smile on her lips, as if the words weren’t about her at all. This kind of composure truly impressed Yan Hua.

"Miss Zhao, you’re exaggerating. Miss Ji’s elegance is unparalleled, and the rumors aren’t unfounded. I really can’t compare." This was a humble and gentle voice, precisely Dongfang Yi.

"Give her some paint and she’ll dare to open a dye shop. This is the Capital City, not Jiangzhou. Miss Dongfang, don’t belittle yourself. In our eyes, you’re the real number one socialite. What is this Ji Yunya anyway?"

"That’s right. Miss Xing, you say she’s Yan Ke’s fiancée? What status does she have? How could she match marrying into the Yan Family? Could the Third Lady be confused?"

Yan Xing sighed: "I don’t know what kind of charm potion she gave my second brother. He’s now determined to marry her, hard-headed as iron. Then there’s my elder brother, very concerned about her too, as they grew up together in Jiangzhou, calling it childhood sweethearts if putting it nicely. If not... hehe... who knows if there’s anything more going on..."

These words could really lead one to think, "This Ji Yunya is truly shameless, boasting online about her purity and integrity while secretly being involved with others. It’s truly despicable."

In the corner, a short-haired young girl lightly raised her eyebrow and chuckled: "Rumors aren’t entirely reliable. I’ve met this Miss Ji in person; her elegance and appearance are outstanding, and she indeed deserves the title of number one socialite."

A single sentence caught everyone’s attention. Yan Xing frowned, scrutinizing her: "Who are you?"

If she were notable, she wouldn’t be so unfamiliar.

The young girl stood up, looking at everyone, and with a calm and easy smile, she said: "My name is Yan He."

There’s no renowned Yan family in the Capital City. Yan Xing shot her a side glance, smirking: "If your eyesight is poor, don’t come out and embarrass yourself."

Yan He wasn’t annoyed, smiling faintly.

Dongfang Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, then she smiled: "A dozen years ago, when the North Sea launched a war, a pair of young military couple braved danger alone to rescue hostages captured by the enemy. They succeeded but were cruelly retaliated against and sacrificed their lives for the country, later posthumously honored as martyrs, leaving their infant daughter orphaned. I’m guessing this Miss Yan is the descendant of those heroic souls."

Yan Xing curled his lip. What is being a martyr’s descendant anyway? Just an orphan.

Yan He looked somewhat solemn, "Miss Dongfang, you’re exaggerating. If it weren’t for my grandfather raising me, I might have followed my parents early on."

"Miss Yan’s grandfather must be Commander Shu, known as the Iron Eagle, right?" Dongfang Yi raised an eyebrow, smiling as she asked.

Commander Shu? Those born into military and political families weren’t unfamiliar with this name. Their gazes at Yan He changed slightly.

"That’s right." Yan He lowered her eyes slightly.

Dongfang Yi stood up and walked over, taking her hand with a smile, saying: "You have the blood of martyrs in you; you’re a role model for us to learn from. I heard you’ve followed in your father’s footsteps and joined the military department, truly a remarkable woman."

Thinking of this, Dongfang Yi raised an eyebrow: "Eldest Young Master Yan is also in the military department. Do you two have any intersections?"

Yan He bashfully lowered her head at the right moment: "Young Master Yan is indeed my direct superior officer."

Dongfang Yi suddenly laughed, patting her on the hand: "That’s fate..."

A single sentence, leading one to think endlessly. For a moment, these people looked at Yan He with unhidden jealousy in their eyes. Deep in Yan He’s lowered eyes was a trace of triumph, but she blushed and said: "The captain... is a very good person..."