2209 Did she still want her d*mn pride?
The elderly man from the Direct Line wore a dark expression on his face. Not only did President Fearless leave the hollowed-out Fearless Alliance for the Direct Line, but she was also taking the Direct Line to court at the Arbitration Council? Did she still want her d*mn pride?
At that same moment, in the Nie residence:
In the living room, Madam and Patriarch Nie were beaming with joy. Who would’ve expected the knockoff Rose of Death to be a pretense? It was a second cloak used by their daughter to cover the Fearless Alliance.
“Worriless, your scheme was deployed too cleverly,” Patriarch Nie praised Ye Wanwan joyously.
In order to rescue them from the Direct Line, Ye Wanwan had no choice but to pretend to agree and sign an alliance treaty with the Direct Line.
However, a war occurred between the Fearless Alliance and the knockoff Rose of Death, and the Fearless Alliance was defeated and forced to surrender. As a result, all of the Fearless Alliance’s power was transferred to the knockoff Rose of Death.
This way, it wouldn’t be a problem for Ye Wanwan to give the entire, hollow Fearless Alliance to the Direct Line, let alone saying the Fearless Alliance would support Direct Line.
Aside from that, Ye Wanwan also got leverage on the Direct Line and would sue the Direct Line at the Arbitration Council now, the charge being that the Direct Line didn’t adhere to the terms of the alliance treaty.
Madam Nie was filled with pride as she looked at Ye Wanwan. Just how did her daughter’s mind develop… how did she think of such a scheme?
“But Worriless, you must be more careful in the future. The Arbitration Council isn’t to be taken lightly. If the Direct Line gains leverage on you and retaliates, the consequences would be inconceivable,” Patriarch Nie warned Ye Wanwan.
Ye Wanwan nodded at once. She would prudently treat the Arbitration Council and wouldn’t dare to be careless in the slightest.
“Haha, say, don’t you think this Direct Line is a bit dumb? They were led in circles by our daughter,” Patriarch Nie joked with Madam Nie.
Madam Nie glanced at her husband. “How are they dumb? If it was you, would you have predicted Worriless to pull this trick?”
“The cicada shed its carapace, substituting a raccoon for the crown prince, finding a loophole in the alliance treaty and turning the tables back on the Direct Line. If it were me, I really wouldn’t have predicted it,” Patriarch Nie replied.
“Exactly. So what do you mean the Direct Line is dumb? It was clearly Worriless who’s too clever. She’s so similar to her brother when he was younger,” Madam Nie said.
At the mention of Nameless Nie, Patriarch Nie’s expression dropped instantly. “Don’t talk about that d*mn punk. He never has any discipline.”
“Dad, Mom.” Ye Wanwan looked at her parents and asked, “Just who are the Arbitration Council?”
Patriarch Nie took a sip of tea before explaining, “The Arbitration Council is a council that’s above the Twelve Independent States and is considered the Twelve Independent States’ supervisor and judge. Both the abolishment and establishment of the Twelve Independent States’ laws need to pass through the Arbitration Council. Let’s put it this way—any leader or overlord is under the governance of the Arbitration Council. The Direct Line and the Collateral Branch might be considered the Independent State’s strongest factions, but they’re nothing when they meet at the Arbitration Council.”
Without rules, nothing could be done. And the existence of the Arbitration Council was the law, and every member of the Twelve Independent States had to obey them.
“That fearsome, huh…”
Ye Wanwan looked pensive.
“Your brother, Nameless Nie, caught the eyes of the Arbitration Council, and they wanted your brother to become a consultant, but your brother was unwilling to go! So infuriating,” Patriarch Nie said.