Your husband is hungry.

"The Grand Elder is truly too kind," Yun Feiyue replied, returning the courtesy.

The Grand Elder smiled, turning his gaze toward the martial arena. "I hear Feiyue is quite formidable in martial arts—surely the rumors are not mere exaggeration?"

Yun Feiyue sensed something off in his words. Was the Grand Elder about to challenge her to a duel?

"Actually... it's all just hype. I can't even qualify for the Heaven Martial Ranking, so how could I possibly be skilled?" Yun Feiyue tried to downplay herself, hoping to avoid a duel. Her body ached terribly at the moment.

The Grand Elder smiled faintly and shook his head, "I don't believe that. My grandson Yuan's judgment is impeccable."

"..." Yun Feiyue forced a smile, inwardly warning herself not to lose her temper.

"The Grand Elder truly believes in me! But I really have little knowledge of martial arts; I fear I might disappoint you," she said.

The Grand Elder felt somewhat irritated by Yun Feiyue's evasiveness, but with Mo Feiyuan present, he couldn't press her.

He merely offered a casual smile and looked into the distance.

Finally, Mo Feiyuan spoke, "Grand Elder, what is the purpose of summoning Feiyue here?"

The Grand Elder shook his head, "It's nothing in particular. I am simply curious about your wife. From the beginning, I opposed this marriage, and even now, I see no reason to accept it. She is right—a woman who hasn't entered the Heaven Martial Ranking hardly has the qualifications to be Mistress of the Mo family."

Oh? Wasn't he just praising her moments ago? Now he turned around and found her unacceptable.

Yun Feiyue cursed inwardly, arching a brow in cold amusement. "Grand Elder, many women have made it onto the Heaven Martial Ranking. Are they all suitable for Mo Feiyuan? Whether you approve or not, I am already Mistress of the Mo family. Since you've made your stance clear, I'll say this plainly: no matter what means you use, you cannot separate us."

The Grand Elder was unsurprised by Yun Feiyue's attitude; he'd long known her temper was less than amiable.

He smiled faintly, saying nothing, his gaze fixed on the martial arena.

"Yuan, teach your new wife what it means to be polite and to respect her elders," he said, hands folded behind his back, his expression cold.

Mo Feiyuan was caught in a dilemma.

The Mo family disciples training below could see everything happening. If Mo Feiyuan bowed to the Grand Elder, it would signal to everyone that the Grand Elder’s words were beyond challenge. If he refused, he could not truly resist.

"Get lost!" Yun Feiyue suddenly erupted in fury, her hands releasing fiery phoenixes as she retreated a short distance.

"Grand Elder, don't rely on your reputation within the Mo family to command its master. Remember who the master truly is!"

The Grand Elder snorted. To him, Yun Feiyue was someone he could dispose of at will, but with so many witnesses, he could not act.

He had no wish to be accused of bullying his superior or the newlywed Mistress. Reputation mattered greatly on the Golden Lance Continent. Moreover, the Yun family was not to be underestimated. Some people worship wealth, and many belong to that category—offending a family that controls money would be a grave mistake.

The Grand Elder merely waved a hand, dispersing Yun Feiyue’s fiery phoenix.

With just a gesture, he completely subdued her—his power was overwhelming, beyond challenge.

Yun Feiyue felt a force envelop her entire body, then she was tossed into the air, unable to move her limbs.

Mo Feiyuan leapt up, gently breaking the force that bound Yun Feiyue, gathering her into his arms, and slowly landing.

He turned to the Grand Elder, nodding respectfully, but his tone was sharp. "I hope the Grand Elder remembers his place. She is my woman."

The Grand Elder smiled, "Of course, I know she is yours. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so courteous."

Mo Feiyuan seemed not to hear the Grand Elder’s words, speaking each syllable deliberately, "What I mean is—if anyone harms her by even a fraction, I will repay it a hundredfold."

The Grand Elder's expression changed, but the next moment Mo Feiyuan made his move, sword pointed at the Grand Elder.

"The woman I desire has always been her. No matter her flaws, I will protect her. Since you doubt her abilities, why not see if you can evade my sword?"

"Wow—" The Mo family disciples all turned to witness the spectacle.

No one expected Mo Feiyuan to actually confront the Grand Elder—to dare such a thing.

To them, the Grand Elder was a terrifying presence, the head of the Elder Council, above even Mo Feiyuan.

The atmosphere was tense—everyone forgot their training and watched.

Two towering figures were on the verge of a split.

For those below, it was unthinkable; Mo Feiyuan had always shown the Grand Elder utmost respect.

The Grand Elder's mouth twitched twice before he managed a smile. "I thought you lacked the courage. Truly unexpected. This woman has given you the courage to defy me. She reminds me of your father..."

He glanced to the side, "Fifth, what do you think should be done?"

The old man with the goatee beside him was the Fifth Elder, who radiated calm and inscrutability.

Yun Feiyue knew this man was formidable and was curious to hear his opinion.

The Fifth Elder raised his head, glanced at Yun Feiyue, then spoke, "She is but a woman; don't worry too much. However, since Yuan wishes to challenge the elders, an elder as a father figure must not refuse. I will stand in his stead."

The Grand Elder neither agreed nor disagreed.

Mo Feiyuan's sword remained unmoved until Yun Feiyue spoke, "It was only a jest. Do you men take these things so seriously? If I am but a woman, not to be concerned about, why accept a challenge on my account?"

The Fifth Elder had not expected Yun Feiyue to say this, and was momentarily stunned before nodding, "A bit of self-awareness."

Heh...

Yun Feiyue sneered; she was merely worried Mo Feiyuan would be hurt.

The Elder Council, wielding power above even the sovereign, could not be mere decoration in a continent ruled by strength.

Anything could happen—except that Mo Feiyuan be harmed.

This time, the Grand Elder must have summoned her to test her, not to truly break with Mo Feiyuan.

But she wondered if Mo Feiyuan’s protective stance would make the Grand Elder more wary.

"Feiyuan, I think we’re no longer needed here. Let’s go," Yun Feiyue said, wrapping her hand around his sword hand, intertwining their fingers.

Mo Feiyuan turned to her with a gentle smile, understanding her perfectly.

"Let it be. I have matters to attend to; I’ll take my leave," he said, taking Yun Feiyue away.

As the two departed, the Grand Elder turned back to the training Mo family disciples, "Just a minor matter. Continue your training."

The disciples quickly resumed their drills.

Only then did the Fifth Elder lean in and quietly say to the Grand Elder, "This woman may need to be eliminated."

The Grand Elder neither affirmed nor denied, simply uttering, "As usual."

The Fifth Elder understood perfectly and took his leave.

Yun Feiyue clasped Mo Feiyuan’s damp palm, whispering, "I’m sorry for worrying you earlier. Are you alright now?"

Mo Feiyuan shook his head, gently smoothing her hair with his other hand, so tender it hardly seemed like him.

He didn’t know why he felt so anxious about her.

"Trust me, I’ll protect you," he said, afraid she might disappear one day.

He suddenly pulled Yun Feiyue into a tight embrace, crushing her breath.

Normally, Yun Feiyue would struggle, but now she felt a strange weakness, unable to move.

Feeling his nervousness, his heartbeat, she felt frozen.

Ah, she didn’t feel like herself anymore.

Everything seemed to be unfolding contrary to her expectations.

"Mm, you’re holding me so tightly—are you really that afraid I’ll disappear?" Yun Feiyue whispered in his ear.

Mo Feiyuan nodded, "Yes, very afraid. Even more than when I was thrown into the Phoenix Sky Forest as a child."

"So am I in the wrong?" Yun Feiyue snuggled against his clothes, unsure if she was at fault.

If someone has something to fear, they become cautious, perhaps even a hindrance one day.

Mo Feiyuan shook his head, "Courage. Because of you, I have the courage to do so many things." He thought, even to defy the world, he would not hesitate.

Hearing his gentle words, she suddenly found herself unable to speak.

Tears—how hateful.

Well, it seemed she always believed things she shouldn’t.

She wiped her tears, tried to compose herself, and finally grinned, "But are you trying to strangle me?"

Yun Feiyue coughed twice.

Mo Feiyuan released her, gently tapping her forehead, unable to suppress a smile.

Yun Feiyue thought Mo Feiyuan’s smile was truly beautiful, like a blooming lotus—radiant, dazzling, untouchable.

She always cherished beauty that seemed out of reach.

She reached out, gently caressing his face.

To tease such a handsome man—her own husband—felt almost like a dream.

They were close enough to examine his flawless skin, delicate to the extreme.

"Your Majesty!" a female voice interrupted their moment.

Yun Feiyue turned to see a maid with delicate features. "What is it?"

The maid was embarrassed to interrupt but explained, "The Lady of Internal Affairs said that if Mistress has returned, she should visit her. She wants to teach Mistress the rules and management of the Mo family’s rear courtyard."

Yun Feiyue instantly knew this was trouble.

She shook her head, "I’m busy. Don’t want to go. Who is the Lady of Internal Affairs?"

Was her position even higher than hers? Another Elder Council member?

The maid bit her lip in distress, looking up at Yun Feiyue. "The Lady instructed that Mistress must go, as there are many things to learn for managing the household."

"...I really don’t want to learn; I just want to eat and idle away."

She had thought that marrying Mo Feiyuan meant carefree days together, but now she had to manage the household! Was she just brought home to be a housewife?

She looked pitifully at Mo Feiyuan.

He gently stroked her hair, "Since the Lady asked you to go, you should. She won’t make things difficult for you as long as you behave."

Fine, Yun Feiyue knew better than to expect anything from him.

But judging by his tone, he really wanted her to learn! She hated learning these things more than anything.

She needed a way out.

She was not suited for household management and had no interest in palace intrigue or scheming.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, acting spoiled. "Husband, I want to discuss something with you."

Mo Feiyuan turned to her, "Speak," his posture completely immune to temptation.

Yun Feiyue rubbed her face against his, "Husband, I suddenly feel unwell. Can I ask the Lady if I can come another time?"

Mo Feiyuan, with one hand around her, another casually behind his back, said, "I have no say in this. Go see her. She was my mother’s dear friend."

Hearing this, Yun Feiyue knew she couldn’t argue.

She jumped off him, mood sour.

"Fine, I’ll go. But if I’m unhappy, you’ll be unhappy tonight too."

She huffed and followed the maid.

Passing through layered pavilions, they walked for some time before reaching a courtyard.

It was elegant, planted with emerald bamboo—its owner must be refined as well.

"Whose courtyard is this?" Yun Feiyue asked.

"This is the Seventh Lord’s residence. Among the twelve lords, he is the most quiet and unique. Unlike the Second Lord, who is gentle outwardly but ruthless within, the Seventh Lord is truly gentle. He is also the Lady’s son."

The maid blushed as she spoke of the Seventh Lord, obviously very fond of him.

To raise such a gentle son, the Lady must not be frightening. Yun Feiyue felt less apprehensive.

Passing by Bamboo Retreat, Yun Feiyue followed the maid to a courtyard with a small bridge and flowing water.

In front was a warm pool, spanned by a wooden bridge, with several fine jade stones in the water.

The jade shimmered with a gentle mist, radiating warmth.

The trees beside the pool were coated with dew, sparkling with vitality.

Nearby were several young maids, lively and beautiful, practicing swordplay or meditating with crystals.

It was a beautiful scene.

When Yun Feiyue entered, they noticed the Mistress’s arrival and all paused to greet her.

"Mistress! Peace be with you!"

Yun Feiyue felt awkward, nodding slightly, "Rise, all of you." Imitating TV dramas was uncomfortable.

The maids stood up.

A maid in red approached Yun Feiyue, bowing respectfully. "You must be here for the Lady. She is waiting for you inside."

Yun Feiyue nodded, entering.

Inside, incense burned—a faint scent of lilac, soothing.

A translucent curtain hung before her, with a silhouette seated behind the desk.

Though she couldn’t see the face clearly, the outline was striking.

"Mistress, peace be with you," the Lady said gently, bowing.

Yun Feiyue withdrew her gaze. "Greetings, Lady of Internal Affairs."

The maids drew up the curtain, revealing the woman.

She looked about thirty, exceedingly beautiful, with almond eyes and skin as creamy and smooth as milk—almost appetizing.

She wasn’t the most beautiful woman Yun Feiyue had ever seen, but certainly the most captivating.

She couldn’t take her eyes off her.

The Lady smiled softly. "My name is Ruohé. I manage the Mo family’s rear courtyard; thus, they call me the Lady of Internal Affairs. You may call me by my name. I will teach you everything about the household."

Yun Feiyue grimaced inwardly—she had no desire to learn.

She nodded outwardly, "Alright."

She’d agree for now; whether she learned depended on her mood.

Ruohé nodded, "It’s typical for young people not to be interested. But everything should be learned at least once. Here is what you need to study..."

She pointed to a stack of thick books beside the desk.

Yun Feiyue’s face fell—surely she wasn’t expected to read them all?

She was wrong. They weren’t for reading.

"Memorize them all!"

Memorize them all—all... all...

Her ears rang with those words, a sense of despair washing over her.

Back at her chambers, Yun Feiyue stared at the pile of books, took a deep breath, and began to memorize.

They were all about the Mo family’s mechanisms and formations.

She had thought they were account books.

Upon checking, she found no account books—only advanced mechanics and formation calculations.

At first she was annoyed, but as she read, her interest grew.

Gradually, she became engrossed.

Later, when Mo Feiyuan returned to the chambers, he was surprised to find Yun Feiyue reading. After dismissing the maids, he approached.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. "What are you reading, my dear?"

The cold air startled Yun Feiyue; she turned to him. "The Lady asked me to read these. I find them quite fascinating."

Mo Feiyuan frowned, taking the book from her hands. "My dear, it’s time to eat."

Yun Feiyue looked at the book, pressed her stomach—she was indeed hungry.

She grinned, "Alright, let’s eat first."

"I’ll carry you," Mo Feiyuan said, stooping to scoop her up.

"Hey, people are watching," Yun Feiyue whispered, burying her face in his shoulder.

To all the maids, the scene was enchanting.

Mo Feiyuan, who never showed interest in women, was so gentle with Yun Feiyue—it was exhilarating.

Carried to dinner—would he feed her?

Envious glances followed.

Mo Feiyuan set Yun Feiyue at the table.

Just then, Little Mumu and Luo Yunhuang returned from playing, seeing the couple so close, and immediately became jealous.

Little Mumu rushed over, pulling Yun Feiyue from Mo Feiyuan’s arms.

The little fellow was surprisingly strong, nearly toppling Yun Feiyue.

Fortunately, Yun Feiyue reacted quickly, grabbing him up.

"You brat, what are you doing?"

Little Mumu looked aggrieved. "Were you making another little monkey while I was gone?"

"..."

Yun Feiyue pouted, "I spent all afternoon memorizing books. Where would I find time for that?"

Little Mumu looked skeptical, having caught them in the act! Mom, admit it!

"Little Mumu doesn’t believe you!"

Fine! Yun Feiyue surrendered to the brat.

"Believe it or not, I’ve been memorizing books. Want to test me later?"

Little Mumu glanced at her, nodding seriously. "Alright, I’ll test you. Then tonight I’ll sleep with you."

"No! You sleep with your master!" Yun Feiyue shook her head firmly.

Little Mumu wailed loudly.

His cries broke Yun Feiyue’s heart.

"Alright, alright, I promise! Stop howling!"

This brat—when did he become like this?

Little Mumu, satisfied, stopped crying, but his big eyes still brimmed with tears—so pitiful!

Sigh.

Yun Feiyue couldn’t stand her son’s antics.

She tossed him back into Luo Yunhuang’s arms.

Little Mumu landed securely, pouting, "Hmph, Mom is not cute at all!"

Yun Feiyue gave him a warning look.

Little Mumu instantly behaved. "Alright, Mom, you’re the best. Mom, how long will we stay at the Mo family? You promised Senior Brother a meeting last time, but if he searches and can’t find you, what then?"

Hmm...

Yun Feiyue had truly forgotten about Senior Brother.

"Alright, once we finish matters here."

As she spoke, Yun Feiyue felt a chill behind her; turning, she saw Mo Feiyuan’s half-smile.

It gave her goosebumps.

Mo Feiyuan seemed displeased.

"Ahem, we’re only returning to visit family. Isn’t there a custom to visit one’s maiden home?"

"Our Mo family has no such custom," Mo Feiyuan said, wishing to keep Yun Feiyue close.

He would never let her visit Senior Brother. And Little Mumu seemed very fond of him! Absolutely not.

Little Mumu, eating meat soup, tried to reassure Mo Feiyuan, "Ice Mountain Dad, are you worried you’re not charming enough, and Mom will be stolen?"

Mo Feiyuan suddenly felt he shouldn’t be so insecure. But always, he feared.

When you love someone, you fear losing them, no matter their flaws.

Especially since Yun Feiyue, thanks to the Yun family’s embellishment, was famed for her beauty.

He, the most noble man on the Golden Lance Continent, was like everyone else before his beloved.

Anxious and possessive.

Little Mumu hit the nail on the head, then began scheming. "Ice Mountain Dad, don’t worry. As long as you treat Little Mumu well, Mom won’t switch dads. Even if she does, Little Mumu won’t recognize the new one. But, Dad, can you give me more money? I need it to help watch Mom!"

"..."

Mo Feiyuan was dumbfounded.

This little rascal was definitely Yun Feiyue’s child.

Yun Feiyue signaled Little Mumu to quiet down.

He nodded adorably, eating in silence.

While munching, he hummed, "No money, I won’t guarantee Mom won’t run off with someone else."

"..."

Mo Feiyuan’s face darkened, turning to retrieve a pile of silver notes from his spatial stone.

"Here, use these."

Little Mumu grabbed the notes, muttering, "Not bad, though Mo Twelve is a bit more generous."

Mo! Twelve!

Mo Feiyuan, flustered, threw another handful of notes—asserting his authority!

Little Mumu, delighted, pounced on the notes, praising, "Still, real fathers are best!"

"..."

For a moment, Mo Feiyuan couldn’t believe this was his son.

But seeing Little Mumu hand the notes to Yun Feiyue warmed him.

Little Mumu kept some for himself and gave Yun Feiyue a big handful. "Mom, here’s your pocket money."

Yun Feiyue ruffled his hair—definitely her own son.

"Give me a bit more."

Little Mumu pouted, pulled out two more notes, and muttered, "You really are hard to support."

Pfft—

Yun Feiyue couldn’t hold back her laughter.

She kept some for Little Mumu, then happily accepted the rest.

Feeling the gaze at the back of her head, she turned to Mo Feiyuan, smiling. "Want to eat?"

Mo Feiyuan nodded, "Eat..."

Yun Feiyue spooned some bird’s nest soup into his mouth. "Let me feed you."

He bit the spoon, staring at Yun Feiyue in surprise.

"What, not tasty?" Yun Feiyue withdrew the spoon.

He acted like a child, "I want more."

He was really taking advantage.

Little Mumu was bursting with jealousy! If he hadn’t just gotten money, he would have thrown a fit.

Turning to Luo Yunhuang, "Yunhuang..."

Luo Yunhuang enjoyed the task, feeding Little Mumu soup.

Yun Feiyue smiled as she fed Mo Feiyuan another spoonful.

At that moment, someone entered.

Mo Yu carried a purple jade flute, walking in calmly.

He glanced at Yun Feiyue feeding Mo Feiyuan.

"Mistress," he greeted softly, then turned to Mo Feiyuan, "Your Majesty."

Mo Feiyuan knew Mo Yu had stayed at Yun Feiyue’s residence.

"Seventh, you and Feiyue have known each other for some time. No need for introductions."

Mo Yu nodded; he’d heard of Mo Feiyuan’s marriage plans days ago, expected the Elder Council to stop it, but they hadn’t.

"Yes, no need for introductions. I am here at my mother’s behest to deliver this."

He handed Yun Feiyue a book. "This is the Mo family’s Sage Heart Method."

Mo Feiyuan’s face changed upon seeing the book. "Feiyue must not practice this. Return it to your mother."

Mo Yu neither agreed nor objected, simply looking at Yun Feiyue.

His deep purple eyes held curiosity, his face still veiled.

"What is it for?" Yun Feiyue opened the book and found it was a cultivation method.

"This method doesn’t conflict with mine, but I practice the Battle Cloud Sect method, so I probably can’t use it. Thank your mother for me."

Yun Feiyue put it away, gesturing to the table. "Why not stay for dinner?"

She wanted to see what lay beneath that veil.

But Mo Yu replied, "Mother has prepared my meal."

After that, Yun Feiyue felt awkward to insist. "Alright, thank you..."

Mo Yu departed gracefully.

Yun Feiyue placed the book on the table. "What is it? Why can’t I use it?"

"It’s the Mo family’s cultivation method. You are invisible to the Divine Eye, so you must not practice it. The Lady of Internal Affairs likely doesn’t know you are invisible to the Divine Eye."

Yun Feiyue nodded, putting away the Sage Heart Method. "Little Mumu is also invisible to the Divine Eye, so it’s useless for us, right?"

Mo Feiyuan nodded, "Non-Mo family members can use it. But Little Mumu has Luo Yunhuang as a master—that’s enough."

Luo Yunhuang grinned, "Naturally, I’ll raise Little Mumu to be the most handsome, most formidable child in the world, right?"

Little Mumu nodded, admiring, "Master’s way of speaking is more and more like mine."

Mo Feiyuan ignored the pair, turning to Yun Feiyue. "Have you eaten enough, my dear?"

Yun Feiyue, seeing he had something on his mind, nodded, "Yes. What is it?"

"I seem to be a bit hungry," Mo Feiyuan pointed below his stomach.

"..."

Was he thinking that again?

Hmph, she’d pretend not to know.

"I need to eat a bit more."

"Alright, I’ll deal with my affairs. When you’re full, come find me."

He left, not waiting for her reply.

Yun Feiyue was annoyed—did he ask for her consent?

What if she refused?

She huffed, eating a couple more bites.

Suddenly, something felt off.

"Mo Yu, you’re still here?"

Mo Yu emerged from the shadows, "Yes, I stayed to listen. He must have sensed me."

No wonder Mo Feiyuan hurried off.

Yun Feiyue smiled at Mo Yu, "Why hide? If you want to talk, just come out. We’re all family now, aren’t we?"

Mo Yu reached out, his wrist hidden in a deep purple robe, white plum blossoms at the cuff.

"We are close friends. You saved my life." His hand paused in midair, as if wanting to touch something.

"Close friends—you’ve helped me too, but you’re so silly. Always waiting. If you want to reminisce, you can do so with Mo Feiyuan present. We don’t have a strange relationship."

Yun Feiyue lectured Mo Yu.

Mo Yu nodded, "Sometimes waiting is best. Everything in this world is fated; there’s no need to force it."

His words were always profound, rarely understood by Yun Feiyue.

So she just nodded, "Then why hide outside?"

"Want to reach out, but don’t dare. Four years ago, I was wounded in a battle with Ghost Dao, and you saved me. I waited over three years. You returned. It’s just that feeling. I never worried you would vanish."

Yun Feiyue squinted at Mo Yu.

He truly was hard to understand.

"If you’re bored, come find me. I probably can’t leave until I memorize all those formation diagrams and mechanics your mother gave me."

She felt Mo Yu’s gentle yet lonely demeanor was a bit heartbreaking.

Mo Yu nodded, "Be careful. The Mo family is dangerous."

The Mo family is dangerous.

Yun Feiyue knew it well, but not when that danger would strike.

"Thanks for the warning. Want to eat?"

"No need. Next month, there will be the Mo family’s internal assessment—someone will try to kill you."

Mo Yu left after saying that.

He must have come mainly to warn her.

Mo family internal assessment.

"Yunhuang, what is the Mo family internal assessment?"

Yun Feiyue trusted Luo Yunhuang would know.

Sure enough, Luo Yunhuang explained, "The internal assessment is mandatory for all adult Mo family members. There are low, middle, and high levels. Winners gain certain privileges. Losers are sent to the Mo family’s Infernal Desert for training."

Holy—!

"No way! I’ll register for the low level," Yun Feiyue felt she could win at that level.

Luo Yunhuang looked pitifully at her, "Levels are based on status. With your status, you must register for high level—if there’s a top level, you qualify for that."

"..."

Yun Feiyue’s face darkened, "Do the elders participate?"

Luo Yunhuang shook her head, "Elders need not participate. Anyone over a hundred is exempt. Even outsiders can join, and you can challenge one of the twelve lords. If you win, you take their place."

The Mo family was indeed fiercely competitive. No wonder those in charge were so powerful.

Yun Feiyue couldn’t gain divine power like the Mo family, and with her combat skills, it would be difficult.

Luo Yunhuang smiled, "If you beat one of the twelve lords, you need not fight further. Challenge Mo Yu—he would never bear to defeat you."

"What happens if a lord loses?"

Luo Yunhuang rubbed her head, recalling, "It’s been so long since anyone won a challenge, I almost forgot. According to the rules, they’re thrown into Ghost Wasteland. No one survives there—it’s Ghost Dao’s hell. Many years ago, Mo Feiyuan and his brother—one was thrown into Ghost Wasteland, one into Infernal Desert. His brother died, but he survived."

Yun Feiyue pursed her lips—she hadn’t known Mo Feiyuan had a brother.

Dead, probably not something he wanted to discuss.

Seeing Yun Feiyue’s silence, Luo Yunhuang smiled, "It’s nothing. That’s the Mo family. For the slightest mistake, you can lose your life. No one is immune."

"So you’ve experienced it, Yunhuang?"

Luo Yunhuang was startled, then smiled, "You saw through me long ago. I thought I hid well. I just wanted to see what kind of woman moved Mo Feiyuan’s heart. But don’t worry, I have no interest in him."

"As for my experiences, of course I’ve had them—otherwise, how else would I have learned poison skills?"

She spoke without reservation; Yun Feiyue was married, and hiding things made little difference now.

But the most crucial part of her identity remained unsaid.

Yun Feiyue hadn’t realized...

Now, she was only pondering how to handle the competition.

She absolutely would not challenge Mo Yu.

And the Elder Council would certainly not let her off.

She rubbed her brow, feeling a headache, and returned to her chambers, trailing her long robes.

The palace was filled with the scent of flowers.

Yun Feiyue glanced at the stack of books to memorize. She rallied herself and began reading.

Later, Mo Feiyuan returned.

Seeing Yun Feiyue still reading, he wrapped his arms around her. "My dear, time to sleep."

"Father, Mother, let’s sleep," Little Mumu suddenly popped up beside them.

Mo Feiyuan was instantly frustrated.

Luckily, his icy face never betrayed emotion.

"Little Mumu, why not sleep with your master?"

Little Mumu yawned, shaking his head, "I don’t want to sleep with her—she has no sense of romance! I want to sleep with Mom, boohoo..."

Yun Feiyue put down her book, turned, and lifted Little Mumu, "Stop howling! Off to bed with you."

She tossed him into a maid’s arms.

"Mom, boohoo..."

"Feiyue, perhaps this isn’t ideal?" Mo Feiyuan looked at Little Mumu’s pitiful face.

In the end, as Little Mumu wanted, he slept in the middle, with Mo Feiyuan and Yun Feiyue on either side.

Mo Feiyuan lay awake at night, seeing Yun Feiyue and Little Mumu sleeping soundly.

He reached out to cover Yun Feiyue with a blanket.

Then Little Mumu shouted, "Don’t touch my mom!"

Looking down, the little fellow was sleeping, kicking off the blanket, "Anyone who takes advantage of my mom, dies!"

...

Mo Feiyuan admitted, he was wrong—he should never have been swayed by Little Mumu’s pitiful act.

Next time, he would be firmer.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Book Court. Please do not reprint!