Miss Jun Family, Second Daughter

Yun Feiyue smiled at Luo Yunhuang, her eyes twinkling. “It seems you’re quite familiar with the situation over there, Yunhuang.”

Luo Yunhuang merely offered a faint smile, choosing not to respond.

Yun Feiyue pressed on, “I find myself more and more intrigued by your true identity.”

Still, Luo Yunhuang only smiled enigmatically, her silence deepening the air of mystery.

An awkward atmosphere settled between them.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, drawing nearer and nearer. Everyone turned their gaze toward the entrance.

With a flick of his hand, Yun Feng pushed the door open.

At the threshold stood a servant, hand raised mid-knock. Startled by the sudden attention, he froze, then forced a sheepish grin. “I—I’m just here to deliver a letter.”

He handed the letter to Yun Feng, who was closest to the door.

“This letter was sent by someone from the Jun family,” the servant explained, glancing at Yun Feiyue for her reaction. “They said it must be delivered directly to the young lady.”

Yun Feng passed the letter to Yun Feiyue, remarking calmly, “It is indeed from the Jun family—their emblem is right here.”

He pointed to the seal on the envelope—a rose medallion, beautifully carved in exquisite detail, radiating the Jun family’s noble elegance. Yun Feiyue broke the seal and unfolded the letter. The handwriting was graceful, likely penned by Jun Shaomo herself.

After reading, she put the letter away and scooped up Xiao Mumu. “I’ll go over with Xiao Mumu.”

“I’ll escort you,” Yun Feng offered, surprisingly volunteering.

The three of them soon arrived at the entrance of the Southern Manor.

Standing at the gate were two stern-faced, broad-shouldered matrons. Upon seeing Yun Feiyue, the two exchanged a glance before speaking up, “Men are not permitted inside. You must be the third young master of the Yun family? Please wait outside.”

Yun Feng nodded slightly at Yun Feiyue, indicating she should proceed. “I’ll wait here for you.”

Previously, Yun Feiyue had been harmed by members of the Ghost Sect. Yun Kuang had been uneasy ever since, fearing history might repeat itself, and so Yun Feng had been assigned as her protector.

Yun Feiyue herself understood the constant risk of inexplicable assassination attempts; having Yun Feng accompany her brought some reassurance.

No one yet knew of Xiao Mumu’s special constitution. If it were revealed, even graver dangers would arise.

She followed one of the matrons down a corridor to a room. The matron knocked respectfully. “Miss, Miss Yun has arrived.”

A familiar, melodious voice floated from within. “I’m here. Let Miss Yun in—I’m ready…”

The matron bowed deeply to Yun Feiyue. “Forgive us. Our master is extremely protective of the second young lady, so we always make inquiries before allowing anyone in. He dislikes having others see her.”

Yun Feiyue paid the remark little heed, dismissing it as idle chatter. She pushed open the door and entered, the matron hurrying in after her.

Within, Jun Shaomo sat at a rosewood desk, a purple clay teapot set before her. Another matron stood by, brewing tea with practiced, elegant movements.

Seeing Yun Feiyue enter, Jun Shaomo smiled sweetly. “Miss Yun, it’s been a long time.”

Yun Feiyue nodded and took a seat across from her. “Indeed, it has.” She smiled, her gaze shifting to the girl beside Jun Shaomo.

The girl was petite, appearing no more than eight years old, with silken purple hair cascading to her waist and a veil covering her face. Her eyes were ethereal and pure, so clear they seemed not to belong to a child at all.

“Hello, Miss Yun. My name is Jun Qianyu.” Her voice, though childish, was remarkably melodious—pure and otherworldly, much like her eyes.

“Hello,” Yun Feiyue replied politely.

Jun Qianyu nodded and turned her gaze to Xiao Mumu. Her violet pupils contracted sharply as she fixed her eyes on him, before gradually returning to calm.

“Big sister, why do you wear a veil?” Xiao Mumu blinked up at Jun Qianyu, his expression adorably curious.

Jun Qianyu seemed to steady herself at last, though her hand trembled ever so slightly.

“Big sister, I’m talking to you!” At some point, Xiao Mumu had slipped right up in front of her, tugging gently at her sleeve.

Jun Qianyu finally responded, looking at Xiao Mumu. “You’re adorable.”

She extended her hand—a delicate, almost translucent white—and gently placed it atop Xiao Mumu’s head. Yun Feiyue noticed a faint trace of spiritual energy emanating from her, as though she were probing for something.

Xiao Mumu pushed her hand away, casting her a puzzled glance. “Big sister, what are you doing? Have you taken a liking to me and want me to be your husband? I know I’m quite handsome, but, big sister, I’m not really into older girls.”

Jun Qianyu slowly withdrew her hand. “If you ever need anything, come find me.”

Xiao Mumu was bewildered. His mother had taught him that no one is kind without reason—so what did this young lady really want?

“Big sister, do you really like me?”

Jun Qianyu lowered her eyes, her pale lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. She was as fragile and exquisite as a porcelain doll, and her voice was just as delicate.

“We’re friends.”

Xiao Mumu looked at Jun Qianyu, slightly disappointed. He didn’t care for older girls, but still—couldn’t she at least say she liked him? Wouldn’t that make playing together so much more fun?