Chapter 48: Little Mumu Understands Women

Little Mumu nodded vigorously in agreement and added, “If this aunt doesn’t like my Feiyue, just hit her then!”

Ink Plum’s face turned an unsightly shade. Aunt?! That little brat just called her aunt…

She turned her head and glared at Little Mumu. If Mo Feiyuan weren’t here, she would have strangled the child.

Little Mumu looked back at her with wide, innocent eyes. “Auntie, your expression is scary. Are you trying to bully a child?”

Mo Feiyuan turned toward Ink Plum, his voice cold as frost. “Ink Plum, didn’t you have something to say to me?”

At that, Ink Plum snapped back to herself and nodded respectfully. “Yes, it’s about the Ghost Path.”

“Then why are you still here?” There was clear displeasure in Mo Feiyuan’s tone.

He turned and walked toward Yanyang Pavilion. The wind carried a flurry of pear blossoms, snow-white and swirling, making his white robes seem even more ethereal. For a moment, even his frosty face seemed to soften.

His figure slowly disappeared into the pear blossom grove.

Only when Mo Feiyuan’s silhouette had vanished did Yun Feiyue allow the smile to fade from her face. That Ink Plum… she seemed so familiar, but there was not a single trace of memory about that woman in her mind. What was going on…?

She pressed her fingers lightly to her forehead, and after a long while turned to Little Mumu. “Have we ever met that woman before?”

Little Mumu pouted. “Nope! That woman’s chest is so big! She doesn’t look like anyone we know.”

Yun Feiyue nodded with certainty. Little Mumu’s method of identifying women by their chests had never once failed! Absolutely, they had never met that woman before.

But where did this sense of familiarity come from, then? Could it be from before Little Mumu was born? She pursed her lips, searching her memories for any clue about that woman, but to her disappointment, there was nothing.

Perhaps they’d crossed paths once and she’d forgotten.

Yun Feiyue turned to Chunhua. “Go, have my brother look into that woman’s identity. The sooner, the better!”

Chunhua looked troubled. “Miss…”

“What is it?” Yun Feiyue glanced at Chunhua.

“Miss, I heard that the young master left a few days ago. He probably won’t be back anytime soon. I’ll go inform the master instead.”

He’s gone out? Yun Feiyue suddenly remembered what the old man had been busy with recently. No doubt her brother was involved as well. Those matters certainly kept him occupied, and he had no time to spare for her.

Yun Feiyue waved her hand. “No matter. Let’s leave it at that.” After all, Ink Plum was with Mo Feiyuan—asking anyone else would be just as effective.

“Mo Twelve, you’ve been hiding long enough. Isn’t it time to come out?” Yun Feiyue’s gaze fell on a flash of red hidden deep within the pear orchard.

Mo Twelve descended from a pear tree with a smile, walking slowly toward Yun Feiyue. “Beautiful sister, what’s this? You only just remembered me? I don’t eat leftovers, you know.” He cast a disgruntled glance at the table.

“Chunhua, bring out the pastries.” If she didn’t need something from him, she’d have kicked him away long ago.

Chunhua hurriedly ordered several lower-ranked maids to fetch the prepared pastries. Only then did Mo Twelve contentedly sit down, lifting a jade teapot and tipping his head back to drink. The gesture was rather dashing.

His fair throat rippled gently as he swallowed the tea. After a moment, he set the pot down. “The tea at your place is always the best.”

“You’ve eaten my food and drunk my tea. Don’t you think you should do something in return?” Yun Feiyue fixed her gaze on Mo Twelve.

Mo Twelve smiled faintly. “Certainly. As long as beautiful sister asks, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything? Even eat shit?” Yun Feiyue teased deliberately.

Mo Twelve’s lovely face froze at once.

Seeing this, Yun Feiyue suddenly laughed. “I’m just teasing you. I only want to know who that woman was just now?”

Mo Twelve cocked his head, regarding her curiously. “Why are you interested in her? Do you actually like Mo Feiyuan? Your taste is terrible, beautiful sister. Look at me—I’m so much better looking…”

Yun Feiyue’s brow creased. “Enough nonsense—just tell me, who is that woman?”

“Beautiful sister, what if I don’t tell you? Are you going to keep me here at Feihua Pavilion to pay off a debt?”

Yun Feiyue already thought herself shameless enough, but apparently there were people even more shameless and lacking all scruples than herself.

It seemed she’d have to use her trump card.

“Ultimate move! Fire Dragon Slash!” A burst of flame shot toward Mo Twelve.

He dodged quickly… Under normal circumstances, he would have managed, but Yun Feiyue was far stronger now than before, so even dodging was futile.

As a result, the hem of Mo Twelve’s robe caught fire, and the flames crept higher. He frantically shook his clothes to extinguish the fire, finally looking at Yun Feiyue in disarray. “Alright, beautiful sister, I’ll talk. That woman is the Mo Clan’s ninth master, Ink Plum. She governs the northern territories and grew up with Mo Feiyuan.”

Childhood sweethearts? No wonder she found her so disagreeable.

“Fine, you take your time eating. I’m leaving.” Yun Feiyue gathered Little Mumu into her arms and walked out of the pear blossom grove.

Mo Twelve gloomily shook out his scorched clothes. Just then, a young maid, cheeks flushed, came running up to Yun Feiyue in a panic. “Miss, something terrible has happened! The little master’s teachers are fighting! In the teacher selection contest, they picked the ten top martial experts, but Young Master Yunhai and Young Master Yunfeng can’t decide who’s best, so the teachers suggested a duel. Now they’ve wrecked the whole banquet hall! All our finest jade and antiques are in pieces!”