Chapter 68: Hunted for Being Ugly

Yun Feiyue fixed her gaze on Murong Fenghua, her eyes glinting with displeasure. Murong Fenghua stared right back, and the two of them engaged in a fierce battle of wills, their eyes locked in silent combat.

At last, Yun Feiyue narrowed her eyes and smiled, “Cousin, just tell me, won’t you, Cousin…” She deliberately softened her voice, teasing him coquettishly.

Murong Fenghua felt that the most humiliating thing in the world was being called “Cousin.” He was a figure of unrivaled elegance, beautiful and aloof, yet Yun Feiyue insisted on calling him that every day. And now, for whom was she putting on this act? He detested women most of all!

“I’ll tell you, but on one condition.”

“Name it!” Yun Feiyue replied cheerfully.

“Stop calling me Cousin from now on,” Murong Fenghua answered, disgruntled.

Yun Feiyue nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Fine, I never really wanted you as my cousin anyway.”

Murong Fenghua’s brows knit together ever so slightly. This infuriating girl—even now, she carried herself like this!

After another intense round of their silent battle, Murong Fenghua finally withdrew his gaze. With a sweep of his wide sleeve, embroidered with pure blue orchids, he turned his head away in proud defiance, refusing to look at Yun Feiyue.

“The other token is with Grandfather. Why? Do you want it?”

Yun Feiyue shook her head. “One is enough. I have no wish to make an enemy of an old man I’ve never met just for a token. Why did those people from the Ghost Sect try to kill me? What does it have to do with your Murong family?”

At this, Murong Fenghua’s expression clearly changed, but in the end, he replied coolly, “How should I know? Perhaps you’re being hunted because you’re ugly.”

“Say that again if you dare,” Yun Feiyue said, draping one arm over Murong Shengqing’s shoulder and gently running her hand through his hair. If he said it again, she’d just start seducing Murong Shengqing—let’s see who panics first…

Murong Fenghua’s expression shifted once, then twice, and again and again…

“Yun Feiyue, get out!” he roared like an enraged lion.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, Yun Feiyue fled Murong Fenghua’s room, finally understanding where Murong Guiji’s temper came from. It had to be from that flamboyant-looking grandfather. Won’t talk and so fierce! Honestly, people like that should meet an early end.

Previously, Yun Feiyue had learned from Chunhua that the Ghost Sect had tried to kill her because of a feud from the previous generation, a feud that must have involved the Murong family. Murong Guiji had never been Murong Qiandai’s favored daughter. It was rumored that Murong Qiandai had eighteen concubines and countless children and grandchildren, but only one son—Murong Fenghua’s father. The rest were all daughters. Murong Guiji, as the youngest, was once favored in her youth, but after marrying into the Yun family, she was all but cut off from the Murongs.

Perhaps out of a brief moment of kindness, or for some other reason, when Murong Guiji married into the Yun family, she was given the Red Lotus Token as part of her dowry. She never used it and had no idea what it did. Yun Feiyue decided she would try to use it during the Tianwu Tournament if the chance arose.

Still, she could not fathom why the feud between the Ghost Sect and the Murong family had spilled over onto her. If anyone should be targeted, it ought to be Murong Fenghua—the Murong family’s only legitimate heir, high in status, handsome, and a master of martial arts…

“Mother, what are you thinking about?” Little Mumu pushed open the door and walked over to Yun Feiyue.

Yun Feiyue turned her head to look at the child. “Grown-up matters aren’t for children to worry about.”

Little Mumu pouted, thoroughly dissatisfied. “I’m only worried about you. Why are you acting all high and mighty?”

“Oh? Is that insubordination I hear?” Yun Feiyue eyed Little Mumu up and down.

With a helpless shrug, Little Mumu gave up. Mother was so childish—there was no dealing with her. Time to change the subject.

“Today, I went to play with Jun Qianyu. Sister Jun Shaomo even gave me some healing medicine to deliver to Third Uncle. I think the two of them have something going on!”

Yun Feiyue pressed a hand to her forehead. “They’re both unmarried, so it’s not a scandal. Don’t say things like that. They simply have feelings for each other,” she said earnestly.

Little Mumu tilted her head. “Alright, feelings for each other—I get it. By the way, Sister told me something special today.”

“What is it?” Yun Feiyue asked absently.

“She said she might lose her gift of prophecy for a few days because of the rare celestial phenomenon of the Fifteen Devouring Moon,” Little Mumu answered solemnly.

“And that concerns you how?” Yun Feiyue said lazily.

“It normally wouldn’t matter, but isn’t Sister also participating in the Tianwu Tournament? On the fifteenth, we’ll be heading into the Devil’s Forest—right on the night of the full moon!” Little Mumu explained, exasperated but serious.

Yun Feiyue considered this, then nodded. It could indeed be troublesome. Since she and Jun Shaomo were partners, she couldn’t just ignore Jun Qianyu’s safety. Which meant she’d have to protect her in the dangerous Devil’s Forest.

How troublesome…

But—“Since we’re partners, I can’t just abandon her. Yun Huang, what do you think?” Yun Feiyue asked Luo Yunhuang.

“I, of course, will listen to you. After all, you’re the one who hired me—oh!” Luo Yunhuang replied, smiling with curved eyes.