Have you remembered who your mother is?

Beichen Yi raised his head, slowly extending his pale left hand, and let his fingertip lightly touch the descending Book of the White Emperor. Instantly, blood welled up as his fingertip was cut. The blood gradually spread across the Book of the White Emperor, beginning the recognition process.

Everyone's gaze was fixed upon the Book of the White Emperor, waiting for the totem to emerge. If the totem was a dragon, he would officially become the sovereign; if not, Beichen Yi could not claim the imperial title. Even if he did, no one would acknowledge him.

Beichen Yi pressed his lips together, displaying not a hint of worry. How could he not be accepted? He was the only legitimate heir of the Chu Emperor.

In his heart, he silently repeated:

Become a dragon!
Become a dragon!
Become a dragon!

The totem slowly took shape: the head of a dragon, the body, the tail... Gradually, it unfolded upon the Book of the White Emperor.

A dragon? But without horns? Though it was not obvious, Beichen Yi noticed, and a trace of panic appeared on his composed face.

Mo Feiyuan glanced at the Book of the White Emperor, lightly tapped the scroll, and withdrew his hand.

His thin lips parted, “The Book of the White Emperor has recognized its master. Thus, I formally confer Beichen Yi as the Emperor of Chu, to enjoy the supreme honor and shine through the ages.”

Beichen Yi was momentarily stunned. He couldn’t tell if Mo Feiyuan hadn’t noticed the flaw in the ‘dragon’ or if he was deliberately overlooking it. But he quickly recovered, stood up, and accepted the coronation.

Yun Feiyue watched Mo Feiyuan’s lips purse slightly—a subtle gesture that proved there was something! Suspicious!

Little Mumu tugged at Yun Feiyue’s sleeve, “Mother, wasn’t that just now...”

He hadn’t finished the last word when Yun Feiyue firmly covered his mouth, “Child, don’t talk too much!” Beichen Yi becoming emperor did her no harm, and she trusted Mo Feiyuan had his own reasons for acting as he did.

She still depended on Mo Feiyuan to cure her illness, and naturally couldn’t afford to offend such an important figure.

Little Mumu looked up at Yun Feiyue pitifully and nodded hard. Only then did Yun Feiyue let go, rubbing his hair.

The coronation ceremony ended, and Mo Feiyuan officially presented Beichen Yi with the crown of Chu.

Next came the time for dancing and celebration, and guests could freely explore the palace. People came and went...

“Feiyue, let’s go out for some fresh air. The palace dancers aren’t as pretty as the maids at the Yun residence...” Little Mumu tugged at Yun Feiyue’s sleeve, turning away in dissatisfaction from the dancers.

Yun Feiyue found it boring as well, but that wasn’t the main point. The main point was, “I’m going to tease the Iceberg Uncle, no time to accompany you!”

The moment Little Mumu heard about teasing the Iceberg Uncle, he immediately perked up, blinking expectantly.

Mo Feiyuan was sitting alone at the desk, drinking wine. Although he held high rank and authority, few dared approach him, most content to observe from afar.

Little Mumu looked at Yun Feiyue in confusion, “Feiyue, Iceberg Brother seems like someone who should be admired from afar, not approached. Can you really get close?”

Yun Feiyue patted Little Mumu’s head, “Didn’t you pick him as the third candidate?”

Little Mumu recalled the earlier rush of excitement and nodded with renewed determination.

Yun Feiyue crept step by step toward Mo Feiyuan. Beichen Yi, seated on the dragon throne, changed his expression, biting his lip hard as he stared at her.

“Mo Feiyuan!” Yun Feiyue tapped the desk lightly, “What about the matter we discussed?”

Mo Feiyuan looked up at Yun Feiyue, remained silent for a long time...

Damn! Could he have forgotten? Yun Feiyue stared wide-eyed at Mo Feiyuan, silently urging: Look at me, don’t I look familiar? Have you remembered who I am?

Mo Feiyuan finally responded, “Ah, let’s discuss this later.”

“Discuss later...” Was that a refusal?

“I... cough...” Yun Feiyue glanced at the aloof Iceberg, trying her best to adjust her mood, “You didn’t forget what you promised me last time, did you?”

Mo Feiyuan shook his head calmly, setting down the jade cup in his hand, “No, only the materials haven’t arrived yet. It may take some time. I see you’re looking well—did you meet the second brother?” His last question carried a hint of interrogation, the tone unusually heavy.

Yun Feiyue’s face darkened, “Second brother?” She quickly recovered, letting out a mocking laugh, “Oh, I didn’t expect you to have such a sense of humor, discussing ‘second brothers’ with me. Since both parties are interested, why don’t we get straight to business?”

Mo Feiyuan’s expression froze, realizing they weren’t talking about the same thing. Of course, Yun Feiyue understood his meaning, but teasing this Iceberg was far too amusing to let the opportunity slip.

Mo Feiyuan simply gave a faint smile. On his cold, elegant face, the smile bloomed as lightly as a lotus in ice, “It seems you really did meet him. Since you’re so eager for treatment, I’ll stay at the Yun residence for a while and treat you.”

The tone sounded almost sympathetic, and he skillfully avoided the crucial topic. But Yun Feiyue caught the main point and continued teasing, “Wonderful! Then Feiyue will take this opportunity to cultivate our relationship!”

Just then, Princess Night Seven, who had been drinking nearby, suddenly leaned over to Mo Feiyuan, her scent filling the air. “Ha, seems Miss Yun is set on entertaining honored guests. In that case, I’ll not decline. Living at the Duke of Jing’s mansion is truly uncomfortable; I hear the Yun family is wealthy enough, will it suffice for me to make merry?”

Entertaining honored guests? Enough for merry-making? Yun Feiyue shot her a cold look, “I never said I’d host guests.”

Night Seven’s eyes narrowed in a gentle smile, “Grand Tutor Yun and Lady Yun would never say that.”

...Night Seven was right. Her fame spread far and wide, and Yun Hai had pursued her for years. If she went to the Yun residence, the old man would laugh himself silly!

Beichen Yi, seeing the situation, felt a little better. After all, the handsome men were too competitive, and it was unsafe; best to gather some beautiful women around Yun Feiyue to divert Mo Feiyuan’s attention. Though Mo Feiyuan’s expression was calm, as a man, Beichen Yi’s instincts told him there was a problem!

His gaze shifted to the young master of the Jun family. This little girl was charming and lovable; placing her by Yun Feiyue’s side seemed a good idea.

“Since everyone is interested in the Yun family, let the young master of the Jun family move in as well. The palace quarters are indeed not as splendid as those of the Yun residence. She can accompany Sister Yue.”