073 Wait for Me, I Will Marry You (First Subscription Request)

The deafening cries of battle pierced her eardrums, making them ache. Yun Feiyue turned her head, smiling as she looked at those twisted, ferocious faces. She stepped lightly, treading on lotus leaves, and leapt gracefully to the edge of the Ink Pool.

Little Mumu wriggled out of Luo Yunhuang’s embrace and dashed toward Yun Feiyue.

“Mother, Mother!” Little Mumu clung to the hem of Yun Feiyue’s skirt.

Yun Feiyue, caught off guard, threw out a line, “I’m not dead yet—are you calling my soul back?”

Little Mumu pouted. Mother, do you even know what romance and being moved mean!

Still, as long as Mother wasn’t hurt, he was happy. He clung to Yun Feiyue’s leg, wiping away the snot he’d shed earlier.

“That child is indeed her son! This witch must not be allowed to live!” someone bellowed, drawing his sword and lunging at Yun Feiyue.

“Clang—” The man on the stage finally made his move.

The furious man turned to glare at the cold, aloof figure atop the Ink Platform—Mo Feiyuan. He was as icy as ever, his emotions unreadable, but his furious aura was unmistakable.

“Yun Feiyue has done nothing wrong. Why kill her?”

The moment those words left his lips, the entire crowd fell silent. It was clear Mo Feiyuan was taking Yun Feiyue’s side.

Mo Mei bit her lip, whispering to Mo Feiyuan, “Your Majesty, you’re going against the will of the people.”

Mo Feiyuan shot her a frosty glance—so cold it seemed to chill her to the bone, and with a murderous undertone, like a thunderclap splitting the air.

Mo Mei pressed her lips tight in fright. It seemed she had underestimated what this woman meant to him.

Below, the crowd was silent, all eyes on Mo Feiyuan, uncertain why he would defend Yun Feiyue.

Each harbored their own private calculations.

Yun Feiyue suddenly smiled, lips pressed together. “Today, I, Yun Feiyue, voluntarily forfeit my right to compete. Not because you force me, but because I disdain to compete with you.”

With those words, Yun Feiyue picked up Little Mumu and left the Ink Pool, her figure unhurried, not the least bit reluctant.

“Mother, are you worried that Ice Mountain Brother will be in a difficult situation?” Little Mumu looked up at Yun Feiyue, his face pure and innocent.

Yun Feiyue’s face was cold. “So much chatter. Wait till we get home and I’ll give your behind a lesson.”

Little Mumu scrunched his nose. “Hmph, Mother always bullies children. Why didn’t you bully that whole mob earlier…”

If she could have beaten them, she would have bullied them—key point was, she couldn’t!

A voice broke in, “Heh. You’re right, competing with people like them is pointless. I, Night Seven, haven’t fallen that low. I’ll go keep my Feiyue sister company.” With that, Night Seven hurried after Yun Feiyue.

Yun Feiyue turned her head, smiling at her. She hadn’t expected it would be Night Seven who came—it seemed she’d gained a friend. Or so it seemed.

“Don’t you regret it? This was a rare opportunity.”

“If the heart isn’t in it, what’s the point of the opportunity?” Night Seven leaned in closer to Yun Feiyue. “Well, now that I’m with you and have nowhere to sleep, I’ll squeeze in with you tonight.”

Yun Feiyue’s face darkened instantly; her gratitude turned to a fist, which she swung at Night Seven.

Night Seven dodged swiftly…

Laughing and quarreling, the two fairy-like women vanished from everyone’s view.

Mo Feiyuan’s hand clenched into a fist as he watched them leave. Hatred, heartache, and an indescribable feeling spread inside him. He wanted nothing more than to destroy this place, but he knew he could not.

Yun Feng naturally prepared to leave as well.

But Yun Hai grabbed him. “Forget Grandpa’s instructions? Feiyue had to forfeit the Tianwu rankings—what if you give up Grandpa’s hopes too?”

Surprisingly, Yun Hai could be quite serious when the mood struck. When he wasn’t making quips, he was unexpectedly proper.

Luo Yunhuang smiled at him. “Indeed, that’s what Yun Feiyue meant—she wants you all to stay. After all, you’re working with Miss Jun, you can’t abandon her, and you’ll need protection for the first round of the melee. She’ll be fine…”

With that, Luo Yunhuang followed after Yun Feiyue.

Yun Feng glanced at Jun Shaomo, bit his lip, and nodded. “Alright.”

Of course, Yun Feiyue didn’t actually leave the Ink Pool after forfeiting the competition; she still had to wait for Yun Feng, ready to assist if necessary.

So, she made her way to the busiest market area near the Ink Pool.

The market was full of treasures to enhance cultivation, as well as the Yun family’s guild, and was a gathering place for experts.

“Mother, look how lively it is up ahead,” Little Mumu pointed at a crowd gathered in excitement.

Humans, after all, are a species fond of excitement. Hugging Little Mumu, Yun Feiyue squeezed her way in. Just then, she caught sight of a vendor selling various stones.

Though it was a modest stall, the goods were clearly of high quality.

“Mother, there are so many Blood Spirit Stones and Martial Stones here.”

Blood Spirit Stones were commonly used for healing—consumables. Martial Stones increased martial power. They were useless for someone of Yun Feiyue’s level, but very effective for Little Mumu.

Yun Feiyue glanced at the price—two million.

“I’ll take ten!” She tossed over a banknote, selected ten stones, and tucked them into her spatial storage stone.

The crowd instantly looked at Yun Feiyue as if she were an extravagant tycoon.

“What are you staring at? My mother’s always been a rich lady!” Little Mumu bared his teeth in a cold snort.

At that moment, people finally took notice of Yun Feiyue’s face—stunningly beautiful, yet with an air of noble aloofness. Her calm expression seemed almost distant, and envious gazes gathered upon her.

Yun Feiyue hadn’t even had a chance to savor her triumph before she was instantly upstaged.

Another figure in red, flamboyant as ever, head held high, sauntered past the crowd. Lo and behold, wasn’t this Mo Twelve, the one Mo Feiyuan had sent flying earlier?

Yun Feiyue watched as he entered a shop—Qingwu House.

Qingwu House specialized in various rare medicines and precious divine stones, and was a major rival of the Yun family. In recent years, Qingwu House had taken over much of the Yun family’s martial stone business.

Fortunately, the Yun family had other commercial interests, so they remained unassailable in terms of wealth.

But the name Qingwu House alone had infuriated the family patriarch more than once.

Out of curiosity, Yun Feiyue dragged Little Mumu along behind him.

Mo Twelve went straight upstairs after entering, but when Yun Feiyue tried to follow, she was stopped by a shop attendant.

“Young lady, the second floor is our VIP area. I’m afraid you can’t go up.”

Yun Feiyue shot the attendant a displeased look. Did he think she couldn’t afford it?

“Move aside, or I’ll hit you.” It wasn’t that Yun Feiyue couldn’t afford a VIP pass; she was simply annoyed with Qingwu House and wanted to cause trouble.

After being bullied so badly at the Ink Pool today, now that she finally had a chance to spend some money, she was blocked by a shop attendant.

Normally, Yun Feiyue would have laughed it off, but today she was really in no mood.

The attendant, seeing she wouldn’t back down, squared off with her. “Well, young lady, you look proper enough, but you’re here to stir up trouble? Do you even know where you are?”

Who said proper people can’t stir up trouble? Yun Feiyue shot him a cold glance and slapped him aside. “I don’t care where this is! I’m going in!”

As the attendant was knocked aside, the shop’s enforcers rushed out to surround her. These enforcers were no pushovers—worthy of Qingwu House’s reputation.

Just then, Guiming stepped in front of Yun Feiyue.

She had overlooked him for a while, but now, holding the Scarlet Lotus Token, what did she have to fear?

Guiming’s ghostly aura enveloped the shop, and in an instant, the place was filled with chaos and shadowy specters.

A teasing voice drifted down from upstairs, light and lilting. “Beautiful sister, if you wanted to find me, you needn’t go to such trouble.” The doll-like face of Mo Twelve peered down, head cocked, smiling at the scene below.

“Enough with the nonsense,” Yun Feiyue snorted. “I just came to see if Mo Feiyuan had knocked you senseless. Now that I see you have, I’m relieved.”

Mo Twelve stuck out his tongue, feigning cuteness. “Sister, you do have a sense of humor. We’re all friends here—let’s all calm down, shall we?”

A quarter of an hour later, Yun Feiyue was invited upstairs.

The upper floor of Qingwu House could only be described as outrageously extravagant. Gems of all kinds adorned the walls, and every room was tastefully furnished, a testament to the owner’s wealth and refined taste.

Unlike the Yun family, a great aristocratic clan, Qingwu House was a new-money upstart, a genuine nouveau riche.

The owner of Qingwu House sat across from Yun Feiyue, wearing an exquisite golden mask encrusted with beautiful gems. His bright yellow robe was embroidered with large clusters of fine flowers.

Though Yun Feiyue had never met this person, he seemed strangely familiar.

“Have we met?” Yun Feiyue studied him.

The owner shook his head. “My name is Yu Jue.”

The name was gentle and harmonious, and his voice soft and mild. Yun Feiyue felt she’d heard a similar voice somewhere before—so soft it seemed to reach into the bones.

“Hmm, your voice is very familiar. Are you wearing the mask to keep me from recognizing you?” Yun Feiyue’s curiosity was piqued.

“You jest, Miss Yun. I always wear a mask,” Yu Jue replied, still courteous and respectful.

Yun Feiyue felt a little uncomfortable. This fellow must be someone she knew.

Though dressed in ostentatious gold, his innate bearing was refined. The same outfit might make one person look like a parvenu and another like a noble; Yu Jue was clearly the latter.

“Wearing a mask doesn’t seem like an honest merchant’s practice.” In her previous life, only those with something to hide went masked.

Qingwu House did legitimate business—why did its owner hide his face? Was there some shady deal going on?

Sensing the awkwardness, Mo Twelve offered a smile. “Sister, do give my friend some face when you speak. Yu Jue has always been this way—even I haven’t seen his real face.”

Yun Feiyue wasn’t so gullible.

“Fine. Pretend I never asked.” She couldn’t be bothered to argue—it made no difference who Yu Jue was, he was still a mortal foe of the Yun family.

“Didn’t expect you and the owner of Qingwu House to be so close,” she remarked.

Mo Twelve shrugged, feigning resignation. “But Sister, shouldn’t you be at the first round of the Tianwu rankings? Are you here just for me…?”

Yun Feiyue pressed her palm to her forehead in exasperation.

Little Mumu stuck out his tongue as well. “Keep dreaming. My mother has no interest in you. It’s just that your flashy red outfit is too conspicuous.”

“Your mother is in red too—the two of you make a pair,” Mo Twelve joked. “Come on, call me father.”

Little Mumu snorted with disdain. “Unless you’re richer than the Yun family, keep dreaming. And besides… my mother looks enchanting in red; you just look gaudy.”

Mo Twelve was utterly defeated.

He hadn’t expected to be so unwelcome as a stepfather. Wasn’t he the heartthrob of countless young women?

“Miss Yun, how long do you plan to stay at the Ink Pool? If you haven’t found a place to stay, I can provide accommodations—safety guaranteed.”

Yun Feiyue had no interest in the first part, but her ears perked up at the last four words: safety guaranteed.

She knew that after using the Scarlet Lotus Token, danger was inevitable; who knew how many “righteous” people were out for her blood?

Returning to the Yun family would be safe, but she didn’t want to bring trouble upon them.

This fellow was at odds with the Yun family—almost an enemy—so she might as well stay with him!

“Alright, thank you. I’ll pay for my lodging—I don’t like owing people.”

“No need,” Yu Jue replied, waving a slender, pale hand.

Judging by that skin, what lay beneath the mask couldn’t possibly be ugly. Yun Feiyue’s imagination ran wild before she reined herself in.

She was led to a courtyard behind Qingwu House.

It was exquisitely constructed, apparently based on the five elements formation of cultivation. The courtyard itself was shaped like a Bagua diagram.

A wrong step might trigger a trap.

It was a secure place, though not exactly convenient for coming and going, so she memorized the path carefully.

After winding through the labyrinth, Yun Feiyue was finally shown to a quiet residence.

She and her companions settled in.

“Miss Yun, if you need anything, just ask. Any friend of Mo Twelve is a friend of Yu Jue. Please accept this as a token of our acquaintance.”

Yu Jue produced a smooth jade stone from his sleeve, suffused with powerful martial energy.

“I heard you bought some martial stones outside—so I thought you might like this.”

So he’d known all along? It seemed Yu Jue had his eye on her the moment she entered the market. Mo Twelve’s appearance had been the bait to lure her in, the result being her stay at Qingwu House. What was his aim?

Yun Feiyue felt a flicker of unease, but the excellent quality of the martial stone swept it away. It was far superior to those she’d bought outside, which explained Qingwu House’s dominance in the gem trade.

She gave the stone to Little Mumu, instructing him to cultivate according to the techniques of the Cloud Battle Sect.

Meditation, recitation, absorption of martial stone energy.

As the stone’s power was consumed, Little Mumu’s skin changed color.

Luo Yunhuang hurried over. “Little Mumu…”

Yun Feiyue noticed that although Little Mumu’s skin darkened, it didn’t seem to harm him, so she shook her head. “Don’t disturb him.”

Little Mumu chanted his mantra, his complexion fluctuating before calming again.

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking up at the worried Luo Yunhuang and Yun Feiyue. “Mother, I think I’m glowing green?”

Green—the fifth stage—he’d advanced.

Mo Feiyuan, hearing the news, smiled faintly. As expected of his son.

“Where are Yun Feiyue and Little Mumu now?” he asked.

“In Qingwu House. We can’t get in, but we sensed someone advancing inside—probably the little prince… Your Majesty, what should we do?” The Mo clan members knelt before Mo Feiyuan, reporting Yun Feiyue’s movements since leaving the mountain.

At the mention of Qingwu House, Mo Feiyuan’s eyes narrowed. When had Yun Feiyue become acquainted with its owner?

He waved the shadow guards away.

That night, Yun Feiyue celebrated with Little Mumu, Luo Yunhuang, Night Seven, and Mo Twelve over drinks. The owner of Qingwu House was nowhere to be seen; Mo Twelve said he was busy…

It made sense—a shop as large as Qingwu House required constant attention.

“Sister, next time let’s go for barbecue!” Mo Twelve snuggled up to Yun Feiyue’s shoulder.

You weirdo!

Yun Feiyue smacked him aside. “Eat what!” Wait, how did Mo Twelve even know about barbecue?

She turned her gaze to Little Mumu, whose forehead instantly broke out in sweat.

“Mother’s barbecue is so delicious—I really miss it! Ever since we left the Cloud Battle Sect, you’ve been too lazy to cook.” Little Mumu sneaked a glance at Yun Feiyue as he spoke.

With servants to order around, why would she bother? She wasn’t stupid!

“When I have time…”

“Waaah…”

“Do you want another beating?” Yun Feiyue shot him a cold glare.

Little Mumu immediately stopped wailing and hid in Luo Yunhuang’s arms.

After a while, Yun Feiyue muttered curses as she set up the grill. That wretched child, always making her work—she’d raised him from diapers, and all for nothing!

Mo Twelve, to his credit, was helpful.

Guiming stood off to the side, arms folded, leaning against a nearby pavilion.

After a while, a sense of threat made him lash out instinctively.

Yun Feiyue quickly dodged the attack, frowning at Guiming in annoyance.

“So guarded—how did you grow up like this? Here, take this…” Yun Feiyue offered him a freshly grilled chicken wing.

Guiming’s blood-red lips pressed together, his deep eyes lingering on Yun Feiyue’s smiling face—a sight almost painful to behold.

Since entering the ghost path, his eyes had only known fear; everyone who saw him was terrified, no matter how alluring his face, like a rare midnight bloom.

“What’s wrong? Ghost path people don’t eat?” Yun Feiyue frowned.

If she’d known, she wouldn’t have wasted food.

Guiming slowly reached for the food, but before he could take it, a red figure snatched it away.

“If you won’t eat it, I will! I love anything my beautiful sister grills…” Mo Twelve took a bite without hesitation.

Smack! Yun Feiyue slapped him. This guy always ruined things! She’d finally gotten a chance to talk with Guiming, maybe extract some information, and Mo Twelve had to ruin it.

He deserved a beating!

A few punches sent Mo Twelve fleeing, but oddly enough, he seemed to enjoy it.

Yun Feiyue grilled another piece for Guiming.

This time, Guiming accepted and ate it quietly.

“How is it?” Yun Feiyue smiled.

“Delicious!” Guiming nodded, his eyes seeming lighter than before.

“Want to join us?” Yun Feiyue gestured toward Luo Yunhuang and Little Mumu, who were happily barbecuing.

Guiming’s gaze flickered, but he shook his head. In his mind, he was different from them.

The Ghost Lord had always taught him to kill; he didn’t know how to interact, always feeling out of place.

As for why the Ghost Lord had bound him to the Scarlet Lotus Token, or why it had ended up with Yun Feiyue, he had no idea.

To be honest, he found this woman interesting.

She never despaired, always stubborn, which he liked.

Even the taste in his mouth seemed sweeter for it, and as he looked at Yun Feiyue, the corners of his lips lifted involuntarily.

Like…

Night fell, and the happy barbecue came to an end.

But Yun Feiyue couldn’t sleep, worrying about Yun Feng’s match in the Demon Forest. She hoped he’d be safe.

She lay on the rooftop, drinking alone. She rarely drank, preferring tea.

Maybe it was the recent turmoil, but she’d grown fond of alcohol.

A sense of frustration weighed on her.

Suddenly, a figure in white flashed along the edge of the Bagua formation, heading straight for Yun Feiyue.

Mo Feiyuan?!

Yun Feiyue blinked—she hadn’t seen wrong.

This cold, reserved man had come for her?

“What brings you here?” Yun Feiyue smiled at Mo Feiyuan. “To be honest, you did well today. At the last moment, you didn’t abandon me…”

She was tipsy, her words much more direct.

“I will never abandon you. Enough with the drinking…” Mo Feiyuan reached for her bottle.

Yun Feiyue shook her head. “No. I haven’t drunk in ages, and I just want a taste. Tell me, why did I summon a ghost path spirit?”

Why a ghost path spirit…

In the shadows, Guiming heard this and felt an inexplicable pang of loss.

“The Scarlet Lotus Token was originally a gift from the ghost path to Murong Qianye. It’s not unusual that it’s connected to the ghost path…” Mo Feiyuan’s expression softened. “Don’t drink anymore. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“Protect me?” Yun Feiyue laughed suddenly. “If you want to protect me, you could learn from Night Seven. If she can stand up for me, why can’t you? Still, at least you didn’t join them in ganging up on me.”

She laughed, drank, and, without knowing why, tears slipped down her cheeks. She shouldn’t cry.

Guiming turned away, realizing she wasn’t so strong that she never cried—she just didn’t cry in front of others. He headed for the Demon Forest.

After a long time, Yun Feiyue fell asleep in Mo Feiyuan’s arms.

A warm embrace, holding her. Mo Feiyuan gazed at her tenderly, not daring to move for fear of waking her.

Only when a ray of sunlight streamed in did Yun Feiyue wake up.

She rubbed her eyes, feeling something was off—why was she seeing Mo Feiyuan?

She rubbed again.

It really was Mo Feiyuan.

She nearly slipped off the beam, but Mo Feiyuan caught her and held her close. “Careful.”

His cool voice, his cold face, so close against hers. A faint, familiar fragrance drifted over.

Her scent was always so distinctive—cool and pure.

Yun Feiyue suddenly smiled, rose on tiptoe, and bit his lips.

His cold lips yielded in her mouth, chill melting into warmth. She stretched her tongue, slipping it into his mouth.

The cold was slowly melted by her. Mo Feiyuan, at first unresponsive, soon kissed her back. Their mouths met, entangled, blending together.

She suddenly bit his tongue, watching his brow furrow in pain, and smiled slightly. So he did have expressions after all…

But that only brought a more tender embrace. He never treated her harshly; even his kisses were gentle.

They kissed for a long time, until they were both breathless and finally parted.

“Ah, so Ice Mountain can kiss after all. A bit unpracticed, but not bad!” Yun Feiyue commented.

Mo Feiyuan’s expression changed. Just how many people had she kissed before?

Of course, he didn’t know Yun Feiyue had never eaten pork, but she’d certainly seen plenty of pigs run.

In a society with such a developed film industry, she’d seen it all.

Seeing him looking a bit down, Yun Feiyue grinned even wider. “Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility. From now on, follow me and I’ll teach you!”

Mo Feiyuan was even more displeased at her smooth-talking ways.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her waist, biting her lips to silence her unruly mouth.

His fierce assault left Yun Feiyue breathless, her strength nearly drained before he finally stopped.

He held her tightly, whispering in her ear, “You are mine. I will marry you.”

Marry her…

A strange joy blossomed in Yun Feiyue’s heart. So, this was her goal after all.

“When will you marry me? If you wait too long, someone else might get in first,” Yun Feiyue teased.

“Soon. Wait for me.” He carried her down from the rooftop and into the house.

Inside, Little Mumu was fast asleep. He picked up Little Mumu. “Come with me. This place isn’t safe. Yu Jue isn’t someone simple.”

There was no room for argument in his tone, but Yun Feiyue protested, “At least let me say goodbye?”

“No need. He’ll know I was here.” Without another word, Mo Feiyuan led Yun Feiyue away.

He took them to a place he’d arranged.

Little Mumu was settled back in bed, still sleeping.

Yun Feiyue worried about how to reach Luo Yunhuang, and Guiming’s whereabouts were unknown as well.

Was she being kept as a mistress?

Yun Feiyue eyed the Ice Mountain man.

After dropping them off upstairs, he went downstairs for something, leaving Yun Feiyue to check on Little Mumu. She decided to wait until he woke to find Luo Yunhuang, but first, she’d go say goodbye to Mo Feiyuan.

As soon as she went downstairs, she heard sounds from the next room.

Stealthily, she peeked in…

Mo Feiyuan was cooking.

The sight was beyond imagination…

She never dreamed Mo Feiyuan would—

But even in the kitchen, he looked good.

He moved ingredients with a wave, stirring swiftly, all with his inner energy. If anyone made cooking look impressive, it was Mo Feiyuan.

After a while, he emerged carrying a tray of pastries.

Yun Feiyue recognized them—pear blossom cakes.

She smiled at him. “You actually cooked?”

“I promised Little Mumu.”

Yun Feiyue burst out laughing. She admitted her sense of humor was low, but whether it was gratitude or something else, she felt delighted inside.

She picked up a cake, ready to eat, when a child’s voice called from the rooftop.

“Mother…”

“I’m downstairs,” Yun Feiyue replied.

Little Mumu rolled in.

At the sight of Mo Feiyuan, he started, then turned away with a pout. “Hmph, Ice Mountain Brother, why are you here?” He hadn’t performed up to standard yesterday. Hmph!

He still hadn’t noticed they’d changed locations.

Yun Feiyue offered him a cake. “Darling, come have some cake.”

At the sight of the cake, he went over, grumbling, and started to eat. Usually, Mother hated anyone touching her favorite foods—now she was offering? Was this a trick?

Little Mumu glanced at Yun Feiyue, then cautiously took a bite. It melted in his mouth—delicious! Even better than Chunhua’s version.

Of course, he didn’t know how many times the Ice Mountain Brother he disliked had practiced and experimented to get it right.

Cake improved his mood and his attitude.

“Mother, where’s Yunhuang?”

Yunhuang—right!

Yun Feiyue had been planning to find her.

Mo Feiyuan clapped his hands, and a group of maids appeared, their presence overwhelming. Yun Feiyue almost choked on her cake.

Was all this really necessary for Little Mumu’s sake? Wasn’t he worried about smothering him?

Little Mumu, seeing the beauties, instantly forgot about his master. He dashed over to greet the ladies, relishing the waves of affection. His life was suddenly full of sunshine!

Yun Feiyue twitched at the sight of her son in ecstasy—this couldn’t go on.

Where was his integrity?

“Little Mumu, come back. We’re going to find your master.”

“No, I want to bond with my new sisters.”

“Then I’ll go alone. If Master doesn’t like you anymore, don’t cry…” She threatened.

Little Mumu, rubbing a maid’s bosom, pouted. “Mother, let me go later.”

“You can play when you get back!” If he didn’t listen, she’d have to get physical.

Reluctantly, Little Mumu tore himself away and ran to his mother. “Fine, fine, don’t be mad! I’ll be good.”

He nuzzled Yun Feiyue’s chest, looking up at her with innocent eyes, as if he’d never done any wrong.

Whack! She gave him a knock on the head.

Mo Feiyuan’s mouth twitched, wondering what if he were the one being hit instead. Well, perhaps not.

“He’s just a child…” he said, attempting to mediate.

Hmph! Could he not read the mood?

Yun Feiyue shot him a cold look.

Never mind—time to eat.

“How’s it taste?” Mo Feiyuan asked gently.

She devoured the cake in one bite, hardly tasting it.

“Cough, it’s delicious. It melts in your mouth—I didn’t even get the flavor…”

Yun Feiyue laughed awkwardly. “I’m going to find Yunhuang and the others. I’ll be back later.”

“The Demon Forest matches aren’t over—they’ll be inside a while longer. I’ll send someone for Luo Yunhuang.” Mo Feiyuan sat opposite her. “What would you like to eat? I’ll make it.”

Yun Feiyue smiled at his thoughtfulness. Despite his icy demeanor, he was turning out to be quite the warm man.

“Whatever you can make is fine.” She smiled.

Mo Feiyuan nodded and returned to the kitchen.

The maids eyed Yun Feiyue curiously, unsure who she was to receive such favor from Mo Feiyuan.

The head maid, clearly experienced and older, stepped forward and bowed. “My name is Honghua. I’ll be serving you. If you need anything, just ask.”

Yun Feiyue glanced at Honghua—still quite good-looking, despite her age. She must have been stunning in her youth. What a waste as a maid.

“I’ve cared for His Majesty since childhood. He’s never brought an outsider woman to Feiyuan Pavilion before—you’re the first.”

“Outsider woman?” That sounded like an affair.

“What do you mean by an insider?” Yun Feiyue asked, displeased.

Honghua chuckled. “All maids here are of the Mo clan, so anyone not surnamed Mo is an outsider. Where are you from, if I may ask?”

“No need to hide it—Yun Feiyue, of the Yun family.”

The name was famous. Just yesterday, after returning home, Mo Feiyuan had beaten Mo Mei. He’d never been so violent before—Mo Mei must have touched a sore spot.

This morning, Mo Mei hadn’t gotten up yet, but sent word to the Elder Council, only to be intercepted. The elders would arrive soon.

Yun Feiyue noticed a taller, smaller pavilion nearby—one with a clear view over this one.

“What’s over there?” Yun Feiyue pointed.

Honghua bowed. “That’s the Ninth Miss’s pavilion.”

“Ninth Miss?” Yun Feiyue narrowed her eyes. Could it be Mo Feiyuan’s mistress?

Honghua explained, “The ninth principal—Mo Mei.”

Yun Feiyue smiled. So that was it. Mo Mei’s feelings for Mo Feiyuan were obvious, but Yun Feiyue could see he wasn’t interested.

No matter—it was none of her business.

Just then, Mo Feiyuan brought over the food. “You drank last night—eat something light today.”

So many maids made him uncomfortable. He didn’t know why he’d become so indulgent! Sigh!

Yun Feiyue saw it was a bowl of plain congee with fresh vegetables.

She smiled as she ate. “Mmm, so good. Will you make it for me every day?”

Every day…

The maids trembled.

Their master had a body of gold. Cooking once was remarkable—every day was unthinkable.

Sensing the hostility, Yun Feiyue grinned. “I was just joking—you needn’t take it so seriously.”

Mo Feiyuan, however, pulled her into his arms. “If one day we’re both free, I promise I will.”

Yun Feiyue was taken aback, her heart racing with a mixture of emotions.

Love?

She realized she was growing ever fonder of this man.

His sudden tenderness left her flustered, but she was sure she truly liked him.

“Whatever you say, I’ll take it seriously,” she replied.

Suddenly, a childish voice interrupted, shattering the warm scene.

Mo Feiyuan instantly reverted to his cold self. “What is it?”

“Last night, ghost path people killed many at the Ink Pool—most of them are dead. It’s a disaster…” The boy’s voice was tense.

He hopped off Han Cheng’s shoulder and approached Mo Feiyuan. It was Yun Feiyue’s first time seeing You Tong off Han Cheng’s shoulder.

A proud little boy!

He carried a bow, golden hair falling in waves around his pretty face. Blue-eyed and slightly curly-haired—he looked nothing like the fierce child Yun Feiyue imagined.

“I’ll handle it. Be back soon.” Mo Feiyuan turned to Yun Feiyue.

Yun Feiyue waved. “Go ahead. Come back soon…”

As soon as she said it, Yun Feiyue felt awkward—like a housewife waiting for her husband. That wasn’t right.

She finished eating and, bored, decided to find out what had happened.

“What’s going on in the Demon Forest?”

Honghua shook her head. “It’s urgent news—we don’t know the details. If you wish, I’ll inquire for you.”

“Please.” Yun Feiyue felt uneasy. Even the way You Tong looked at her made her suspect something was wrong.

Ghost path people? Killing at the Ink Pool? Guiming missing?

It all seemed connected.

Was Guiming framing her?

She examined the Scarlet Lotus Token. For the ghost path to have gifted it to her grandfather, they must have been close. Guiming seemed like a high-ranking member.

“Please find out for me, Honghua—as quickly as possible.”

Honghua bowed and left.

Yun Feiyue looked at the food on the table and couldn’t help but smile. It seemed Mo Feiyuan was indeed a warm man beneath his cold surface.

Imagining the bliss of married life, she was soon interrupted as Luo Yunhuang arrived, escorted by a group.

“Ahem, I can’t believe you snuck off here without telling me. I thought you’d been kidnapped.” Luo Yunhuang’s teasing tone made Yun Feiyue sigh.

She frowned. If she said she’d been dragged off, Luo Yunhuang wouldn’t believe her.

“Fine, blame me. I’m here now, aren’t I? We’ll find my brother later—something’s happened in the Demon Forest.”

Luo Yunhuang’s expression turned serious. “I heard as much—sounds like a massacre. But… Yun Feng should be fine.”

“It was the ghost path,” Yun Feiyue said, worried.

Ever since using the Scarlet Lotus Token, everything the ghost path did seemed tied to her—so unlucky. She rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache.

“Wow, looks like you’re in trouble. That thing you summoned yesterday—is it missing?” Luo Yunhuang had noticed too.

The Ghost Prince and the Scarlet Lotus Token were bound by contract, but he wasn’t a bodyguard—he only appeared when summoned with blood. Otherwise, he was free. But Yun Feiyue vowed never to use the token again—too much trouble.

“It’s fine—with Mo Feiyuan protecting you, and me too, you’ll be safe,” Luo Yunhuang said, looking for Little Mumu.

Little Mumu was busy charming the new maids, having lost interest in his master.

“That little rascal, forgetting his teacher for a pretty face,” Luo Yunhuang grumbled.

“Pfft—” Yun Feiyue wanted to say, that’s how she’d felt when Little Mumu first bonded with Luo Yunhuang.

Now, “You’ll get used to it.”

“No, as his master, I must discipline him.” Luo Yunhuang stormed over, grabbing Little Mumu. “Rascal, do you even remember who I am?”

“Ma… Master!” Little Mumu looked panic-stricken, then quickly recovered and threw himself into Luo Yunhuang’s arms. “Boo-hoo, Master, I missed you so much. Without you, I can’t eat or sleep, I’ve lost ten pounds in one night. It’s been so hard. Master, did you miss me?”

Luo Yunhuang’s mouth twitched. What an actor!

As an adult, she couldn’t really stay mad at a child.

Yun Feiyue tried to hold back her laughter.

“What’s going on here? Is the private residence of the Hidden Lord a market? So noisy?” An unfriendly voice shattered the harmony.

Yun Feiyue turned to see a woman approaching with an air of authority.

“Oh, it’s the ninth principal. This isn’t really your concern, is it?” Yun Feiyue replied sweetly, utterly indifferent.

She didn’t take Mo Mei seriously at all.

Mo Mei snorted. “I live nearby; your noise disturbs my rest.” She’d made it her business to learn every detail about Mo Feiyuan and Yun Feiyue.

That Mo Feiyuan would cook for Yun Feiyue—what was so special about her? The thought made her furious. This woman must have seduced the Hidden Lord—shameless!

“Heh, so I’m noisy—what of it?” Yun Feiyue couldn’t care less.

She and Mo Mei had long since become rivals; it was only a matter of time before they fought. Now that Mo Mei had come, it was the perfect chance.

“How rude!” Mo Mei snapped, launching an attack.

A white plum blossom appeared in her hand and transformed into countless petals, shooting toward Yun Feiyue and Little Mumu behind her.

Mo Mei really was foolish. She knew Yun Feiyue was under Mo Feiyuan’s protection, yet still picked a fight.

Before the petals could reach Yun Feiyue, You Tong and Han Cheng appeared, stepping in front of her.

“Do you even know what you are? Didn’t you get beaten badly enough yesterday?” The small, adorable You Tong spoke with surprising menace—a truly fierce little guy.

Mo Mei’s face turned red, then green. She’d only meant to check the situation, but ended up unable to restrain herself.

She couldn’t accept or believe that Mo Feiyuan would bring Yun Feiyue home. What made her so special?

“Brat, watch your mouth!” She turned angrily to glare at Little Mumu.

“Auntie Poker Face, even a chicken that lays eggs beats you,” Little Mumu retorted carelessly.

Mo Mei was livid. She’d only meant to look, but couldn’t help but attack.

There was no way she could accept that Mo Feiyuan had brought Yun Feiyue home. Where was she better?

“Brat, such insolence!” she snapped.

“Go back, Mo Mei. Don’t make me act. This is the Lord’s residence, not yours to make a scene,” You Tong declared.

Mo Mei knew she couldn’t beat You Tong. Even if she hadn’t been injured by Mo Feiyuan yesterday, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

She slunk away in defeat.

Yun Feiyue smiled at You Tong. “Thanks, you’ve saved me again.”

“I’m just doing my duty. Mo Mei is from the Elder Council—it’s hard to act against her,” You Tong replied, looking every bit the little adult.

“Now and always, whatever happens, you must trust the Lord. He has his reasons for everything,” You Tong said, very seriously.

His rare seriousness made Yun Feiyue frown. Was Mo Feiyuan so pitiable?

“Is the Elder Council very powerful?”

“Yes, it stands above the Lord’s authority.”

Yun Feiyue was silent for a long time. The Mo family’s affairs were a closed book to outsiders, but from You Tong’s tone, the Elder Council was a formidable force.

Mo Mei’s attitude was clearly due to her backing. She believed Mo Feiyuan couldn’t touch her.

“Alright, I won’t ask more. What really happened in the Demon Forest?”

You Tong’s blue eyes regarded Yun Feiyue thoughtfully. “Did yesterday’s events truly have nothing to do with you?”

His words made it sound as if Yun Feiyue had orchestrated it. She wasn’t so bloodthirsty. The first person she’d killed was Gongsun Zifu, and she didn’t want to kill again unless forced.

You Tong saw her innocence and continued, “Everyone who acted against you and incited trouble yesterday is dead. Their deaths were gruesome. The Demon Forest is awash in blood, and the Lord is dealing with it.”

Yun Feiyue felt no joy—only shock. There had been many against her, all of them experts. Who had the power to kill them all? It was terrifying to imagine.

She took a deep breath, Guiming’s face flashing in her mind. Could it be him…? And if so, why? For her sake?

“Don’t worry, this won’t be blamed on you,” You Tong assured her.

Yun Feiyue just nodded.

“Stay in Feiyuan Pavilion and don’t wander. I’ll send for Yun Feng and Yun Hai.” You Tong sounded more mature than most adults, and even tried to reassure her. “Be good.”

Yun Feiyue was speechless and returned to Feiyuan Pavilion.

Since she couldn’t go out, she stayed at home.

With no TV, she read books and chatted with Luo Yunhuang to pass the time.

It was mind-numbingly boring.

Finally, there were sounds outside.

Mo Feiyuan was back?

She rose slowly, rubbing her eyes, and saw two old men in white robes outside. They looked like the immortals from special effects dramas—ruddy-faced, but definitely not friendly.

Clearly, they were here to cause trouble.

Yun Feiyue leaned languidly against the doorframe, eyeing them coolly.

“So you’re Yun Feiyue?” the goateed one sneered.

“None of your business,” Yun Feiyue replied.

“Insolent!” the old man snapped, striking at her.

His palm carried terrifying power—far beyond her level. She’d seen this kind of strength at Mo Xiangqing’s before, and it frightened her now.

Yun Feiyue’s gaze flicked to Luo Yunhuang, signaling her to protect Little Mumu.

Luo Yunhuang immediately hugged Little Mumu close.

Yun Feiyue conjured a barrier to block the attack. “You’re a strange old man—breaking into someone else’s house and acting like this.”

Flames started to rise from her body.

The old man snorted and struck again, his force passing through the air—a blow Yun Feiyue couldn’t block.

Smack! Han Cheng’s massive form blocked the attack.

“Third Elder, you’ve gone too far. This is the Lord’s domain,” You Tong intervened.

The old man snorted. “You’re getting more disobedient, You Tong, Han Cheng.”

You Tong shook his head respectfully. “It’s not that we’re disobedient, but you’re out of line. You know where you are and that Yun Feiyue is a guest. To be rude to a guest is the Third Elder’s fault.”

He was respectful but unafraid.

This must be the Elder Council, which stood above the Lord’s authority.

These two old men looked formidable. The Third Elder was quick-tempered, the other silent and deep.

If she’d known, Yun Feiyue would have left early to avoid trouble.

“What guest? She bullied my Mei’er. I’m here for her life. Seducing the Hidden Lord is a capital crime, and attacking a principal is even worse!”

With that, he struck again. Even You Tong couldn’t block it, but Han Cheng took the blow.

Han Cheng’s body was tough, so he was fine.

You Tong was angry, but didn’t retaliate—he must have been unable to.

To avoid more trouble, Yun Feiyue decided to leave.

She signaled Luo Yunhuang to go first.

But it was too late…

After several attacks, Han Cheng and You Tong couldn’t hold out. The next blow came straight for Yun Feiyue, who gathered all her strength to form a wall in front of her.

Bang—the wall shattered like glass, the force striking Yun Feiyue’s chest.

Dead? She tossed out a huge fireball—not at the Third Elder, but to give Luo Yunhuang a chance to escape.

“Mother…” Little Mumu* rushed to Yun Feiyue but was firmly held by Luo Yunhuang, who dashed out of Feiyuan Pavilion.

“Third Elder.” Just as Yun Feiyue braced for death, a power shielded her—Mo Feiyuan had arrived.

He stood in front of Yun Feiyue.

In that moment, Mo Feiyuan seemed to grow in stature.

“Are you alright?” His voice was cool, but his gaze was infinitely gentle.

“Mo Feiyuan, you’re here—good timing. Kill this woman,” the Third Elder ordered, never imagining Mo Feiyuan would defy him.

The air seemed to freeze.

Mo Feiyuan looked up at the Third Elder and shook his head. “She’s done nothing wrong.”

“She hurt my Mei’er, isn’t that wrong? My Mei’er is seriously injured, bedridden!” The Third Elder was furious.

Ha, Yun Feiyue didn’t remember hitting her. She’d been healthy enough to pick a fight just now, and now she was bedridden? Mo Mei was certainly delicate.

Yun Feiyue said nothing, wary of worsening things for Mo Feiyuan.

“I’m the one who punished Mo Mei for stirring up trouble yesterday. If you want to cause trouble, take it up with me,” Mo Feiyuan said, shielding Yun Feiyue.

The Third Elder’s hand trembled with rage, but seeing Mo Feiyuan’s determination, he snorted. “Fine, if it’s you, then take the punishment yourself.” With that, he left, the silent elder following.

“Are you alright?” Mo Feiyuan turned to Yun Feiyue, gently touching her head.

“I’m fine. But you—will you be alright?” Yun Feiyue was worried. The Third Elder didn’t seem like someone who’d let things go.

“It’s nothing.” Mo Feiyuan smiled faintly.

He looked good when he smiled; the oppressive mood vanished.

It was the first time she’d seen him with an expression besides coldness.

He was truly happy to have protected her.

“These elders will never treat you well. I’m only making trouble by staying here—I should go. Take care,” Yun Feiyue sighed.

She didn’t want to be a burden.

Judging by the Third Elder’s attitude, he’d never let her off. Her level wasn’t even close to his—she should just leave.

“I’ll protect you.” He gazed at her, gently tracing her furrowed brow.

Little Mumu wriggled free from Luo Yunhuang’s arms and ran to hug Yun Feiyue. “Mother…”

“You’re too old to act cute,” Yun Feiyue said, picking him up.

“Ice Mountain Brother, thank you this time. You’ve scored points in my book,” Little Mumu said sincerely.

Mo Feiyuan ruffled his hair gently.

“You Tong, protect them. No one is to harm them, or else—death. That includes the elders,” he added.

You Tong understood—his lord was serious.

“I understand. But the Third Elder won’t let you off easily—be careful.”

“I will. I’ll go now.” Mo Feiyuan left Feiyuan Pavilion.

Once his figure had vanished, Yun Feiyue let out a long breath—she wasn’t sure whether to feel sad or happy. This man was finally so close, but in such a way.

“You Tong, what’s the relationship between the Third Elder and Mo Feiyuan?”

“Not much. If anything, it’s like me and Little Mumu. But I wouldn’t bully him. When the previous lord died, the council took power, as the lord was only a child. That’s how it’s been. The lord has many powers, but not here at the main Mo estate.”

“There are council members among the twelve principals. The lord can’t defy the Third Elder…for special reasons,” You Tong said with a sigh. “But don’t worry—he can handle it.”

Yun Feiyue frowned, feeling uneasy—perhaps she was overthinking.

“I’m going to check on him.”

“Don’t—” You Tong tried to stop her, but Yun Feiyue was already gone.

The Mo estate was as grand as the Yun family’s—carved beams and painted rafters, tranquil bridges and streams. She followed the flowers until she saw Mo Feiyuan and the Third Elder enter a room.

Curious, Yun Feiyue crept up to the window and eavesdropped.

“Do you know your mistake? Your father is dead—if I hadn’t raised you, would you be here today?” the Third Elder thundered.

Mo Mei was in the room as well, miraculously recovered.

“If punishment will make you stop targeting Yun Feiyue, then go ahead,” Mo Feiyuan replied, proud and unyielding.

“Fool! I’ll beat you to death!” the Third Elder shouted, striking him hard with a stick.

Each blow landed on Mo Feiyuan’s back as if on Yun Feiyue’s heart.

He didn’t make a sound, but blood seeped from his back.

Yun Feiyue covered her mouth, holding back tears.

“Do you admit your mistake?” The Third Elder’s blows grew harder.

If she were stronger, she’d rush in, but she knew she’d only make things worse. If only she hadn’t followed him here yesterday…

“Father, that’s enough,” Mo Mei finally spoke.

“You’re too soft, Mei’er.” The Third Elder hit even harder, and Yun Feiyue saw blood at Mo Feiyuan’s lips.

Her tears flowed silently. She couldn’t bear to watch.

She pressed against the wall, listening to the voices inside.

“Father, please, spare Feiyuan! I was partly at fault this time—don’t blame him alone,” Mo Mei said, stroking Mo Feiyuan’s face.

“Out!” he barked, shoving her away.

“Ungrateful wretch! Is this how you repay me? How dare you treat Mei’er this way—she still cares for you!” The Third Elder, enraged, beat him again.

She couldn’t take it any longer—why didn’t he fight back?

Yun Feiyue clawed at the wall, feeling utterly helpless. She vowed to tear the Third Elder to pieces one day.

A flash of red whisked her away to a nearby pavilion.

The Twelfth Pavilion.

“What are you doing here?” Yun Feiyue asked Mo Twelve, tears still in her eyes.

“Nothing. You disappeared, so I came to find you. I followed Yunhuang here. I used to live here, but I’ve left the Mo family. By the way, you look beautiful with tears in your eyes.”

“Get lost.” She was in no mood for jokes.

“Alright, alright. I won’t tease. You want to know about Mo Feiyuan, don’t you?” He smiled slyly.

“Say it or don’t—I don’t care…” Yun Feiyue grumbled, unwilling to humor him.

Mo Twelve pouted, hugged her arm, and rested his head on her shoulder. “Don’t be so grumpy! Just say you want to know.”

“I want to know.”

He smiled even wider. “Good girl. Actually, Mo Feiyuan has been punished by the Third Elder since childhood—it’s routine. We’re used to it.”

Yun Feiyue fell silent. No wonder he was so cold and distant—not aloof, just truly withdrawn.

“Why not kill the Third Elder?” Yun Feiyue would never tolerate such humiliation.

“He couldn’t as a child; now…he probably wants to. But the council is too powerful,” Mo Twelve said, looking into her eyes. “Why not marry me instead? Worrying about him is useless. One day, we’ll change the world together.”

“Trust me. I’ll give you a better life.”

“Enough nonsense.” She was in a foul mood and in no mood to joke.

She shoved Mo Twelve aside and headed back to Feiyuan Pavilion.

Mo Twelve only shook his head and smiled. “That’s alright. I’ll keep trying.”

Yun Feiyue didn’t care about his persistence. Her mind was full of Mo Feiyuan being beaten, her heart blocked with rage.

She wanted to protect Mo Feiyuan too.

She returned to Feiyuan Pavilion and sat in a daze, her mood sour.

“Mother, what’s wrong?” Little Mumu reached out a paw to touch her.

“Put away those perverted hands you used to grope chests,” Yun Feiyue snapped.

Little Mumu pouted, pitifully studying his hands. “They’re just white, soft hands, not paws. Mother, what happened—did Ice Mountain Brother reject you?”

Yun Feiyue said nothing, holding her head in frustration.

She suddenly stood up. “From now on, I’ll train hard and reach the highest level!”

Little Mumu nodded seriously, hugging her head. “Mother, are you upset?”

Yun Feiyue shook her head. “No! Rascal, get lost. I need to focus…”

Just then, a white figure appeared at the door.

Mo Feiyuan entered, step by step, coming to stand before her.

“Are you alright?” Yun Feiyue looked up at him.

Mo Feiyuan shook his head. “I’m fine. Be good.”

Yun Feiyue lowered her head, unsure what to say. After a while, she told Little Mumu, “Go outside.”

Sensing her mood, Little Mumu obediently left, glancing back as he closed the door.

With a soft thud, Yun Feiyue threw herself into Mo Feiyuan’s arms. “Idiot.”

He patted her back gently. “What’s wrong?”

Yun Feiyue shook her head. “Nothing. Just—if you’re ever hurt or unhappy, tell me. I’ll protect you.”

His hand stilled—she must have seen or heard something.

“Mm.” He uttered a single syllable.

Yun Feiyue nodded, hugging him tightly. Perhaps she squeezed too hard—she felt him flinch. She must have hurt his wound.

“Alright, take it off,” she said suddenly, looking him in the eyes.

Mo Feiyuan froze. She’d been so sad a moment ago—now she wanted him to undress?

“If I tell you to, do it. I’m not afraid, why should you be?” Yun Feiyue started to help him.

Mo Feiyuan’s icy face darkened. “…”

“Men and women—” Shouldn’t touch.

Yun Feiyue lost her temper and yanked off his shirt, straddling him. The wounds on his back were on full display.

“Hmph, I’ll help you finish off the Third Elder,” she muttered, pulling out a pile of medicine from her storage stone and applying it to his back.

The cool sensation and her angry movements softened Mo Feiyuan’s heart. No one had ever said they’d protect him before—it felt almost funny, but deeply warming.

“Alright,” he replied.

“Don’t just say alright—why didn’t you fight back?” She pressed on his wound. There were old scars as well…

Just as Mo Twelve had said, he’d been beaten often.

She felt both angry and sad.

“I will next time.” He wasn’t incapable—just waiting for the right time.

“Good!” Yun Feiyue was satisfied.

Mo Feiyuan smiled. “When did you start caring so much about me?”

“I…” Yun Feiyue was tongue-tied. “Hmph, I just can’t stand seeing my people bullied.”

“When did I become your person? Weren’t you going to marry Mo Twelve?” he asked, disgruntled.

Was he…jealous?

Yun Feiyue laughed. “That depends on your performance. Lately, you’ve done well—I’m thinking of not marrying Mo Twelve. Why don’t you marry me instead? We’ll crush the scum together, I’ll help you kill the Third Elder…”

She felt guilty at the end. Who was she kidding? She’d be lucky to survive, let alone kill the Third Elder.

She realized she couldn’t go on like this—she needed to get stronger.

“Hey, can I go to Phoenix Sky Forest? If I didn’t qualify in the rankings, can I still go?”

Everyone knew Phoenix Sky Forest was full of treasures, but only the top five in the Tianwu rankings every four years could enter. Yun Feiyue had been determined to go, but things changed.

“Do you want to? It’s dangerous,” Mo Feiyuan said.

Yun Feiyue wiped his wounds clean. The pale skin was crisscrossed with scars—horrifying to see.

Her heart ached.

“If the Third Elder beats you again, fight back. Even if you lose your title, surely there’s room to live in this vast land?”

Mo Feiyuan hummed, then suddenly turned to sit facing her—bare chest and torso on full display. She blushed, but anger flared at the sight of his scars.

She reached out and traced them from neck to waist.

Mo Feiyuan caught her hand and hugged her. “Thank you.”

Just two words, but so heartfelt.

She was sitting on his lap when he hugged her tightly, burying his head in her chest, like a child.

Yun Feiyue stroked his hair, the dark strands curling around her fingers—so soft, despite his cool exterior.

“Yun Feiyue, I will marry you.”

Such determination.

It was burned deep in her heart.

She nodded. “I know, Mo Feiyuan.”

They embraced for a long time, their warmth blending together. Yun Feiyue lowered her head and kissed his forehead, then dutifully helped him dress.

“You mustn’t fight until you’re healed.”

Mo Feiyuan nodded, smiling. “As you wish.”

Yun Feiyue smiled at last and kissed him again.

A long, lingering kiss, so sweet they lost track of time.

At long last, they parted.

“Mmm, you seem to be reacting.” Yun Feiyue felt something pressing against her stomach—she glanced down.

Mo Feiyuan shrugged helplessly. “I’m a normal man.”

Yun Feiyue burst out laughing. “But you haven’t touched me. With me right here, you’re not interested?”

“It’s not that—I respect you.” He lifted her off his lap.

Yun Feiyue pouted. “Fine, at least you have some conscience. But if I can’t hold back someday and find another man, don’t get angry.”

She peeked at his expression—his face darkened at once.

“After the Tianwu rankings, marry me.”

“Bring a proper dowry. But I warn you, my only dowry is my child—if you can’t accept Little Mumu, forget it. I won’t force you.”

“I won’t mind. He’s my son,” he said seriously.

—— End of chapter extra ——

And now, the question:
How will Yun Feiyue react when she learns Mo Feiyuan is Little Mumu’s real father?
1. Joy (she’s glad her beloved is Mumu’s father)
2. Disappointment (she can’t believe he lied to her for so long—where was he all those years)
3. Understanding (she trusts and understands Mo Feiyuan)
4. Indifference (the original owner’s past has little to do with her)