Token of the Crimson Lotus

Lady Murong Guiji could no longer contain herself and finally stood up. “Miss Gongsun, my grandson is only three years old and can barely walk steadily. How could he possibly bully an adult like you? Please, stop joking. This farce should end here.” She picked up little Mumu in her arms.

Little Mumu looked at everyone with innocent eyes. “Sister, please don’t make false accusations! Feiyue is dignified and gentle, never bullying anyone. I’ve been taught by Feiyue since childhood to understand manners and propriety. Besides, you say you were beaten up—shouldn’t you at least remove your veil and show us your injuries?”

A flicker of dissatisfaction crossed Mumu’s eyes. Gongsun Ziyan had first insulted his mother, then attacked him with hidden weapons—he could not tolerate it.

“That’s right, why didn’t I think of that? Miss Gongsun, how badly are you hurt? Let us have a look,” Old Yun Kuang chimed in, as mischievous as a child.

Gongsun Ziyan dared not show her face now. If anyone saw her, her reputation as a beauty would be ruined.

“Father, let’s go.” She could endure this for now; there would be plenty of chances to deal with Yun Feiyue in the future. If the usual ways didn’t work, she would not hesitate to use others.

Gongsun Weihe could only lead his companions away in shame.

“Brother Gongsun, remember to come and play again next time!” Yun Kuang called out with exaggerated politeness, though his words held a sharp edge. Who gave them permission to trouble his precious granddaughter?

The owner of Treasure Pavilion wiped sweat from his brow—he had been terrified.

“Well done. Go to the storeroom and collect the remaining silver notes,” Lady Murong said coolly, casually picking up Mumu.

The owner grinned obsequiously. “Thank you, madam! Thank you, Master Yun! Thank you, Elder Yun! Thank you, Miss Yun! Thank you, Young Master Yun!…” The money from the Yun family was enough for him to squander for a lifetime—no, two lifetimes. How could Gongsun Ziyan’s paltry sum compare!

Yun Feiyue stood up slowly, glad the farce had ended. She grabbed little Mumu. “Mother, I’ll take Mumu for a walk around the manor.”

Murong Guiji smiled. “That’s a good idea. Would you like your mother to accompany you? We haven’t seen each other in three years, and I have much to say to you.”

Yun Feiyue nodded. She knew Lady Murong was good to her. She possessed most of the memories of the body’s original owner; Lady Murong doted on her excessively, and these three years must have been hard for her as well.

The mother and daughter, with Mumu in tow, walked through intricately carved corridors. Every corner of the Yun family’s estate exuded luxury, its meticulousness almost outrageous.

Sandalwood ceilings, birch floors, adorned with lavish decorations—even a single corridor was crafted with utmost care.

With every step Yun Feiyue took, golden bells chimed with unique melodies. Her pale yellow robes fluttered in the breeze, her slender figure radiating a restrained yet commanding aura.

Lady Murong watched Yun Feiyue’s posture and unconsciously slowed her pace. The current Yun Feiyue appeared much the same as before, yet she sensed an even greater wild arrogance within her.

She scrutinized her daughter carefully and suddenly noticed the red lotus token she had given Yun Feiyue was gone!

“Yue’er, where is the red lotus token at your waist?”

Yun Feiyue glanced down, thought for a moment. “Ah, that thing? I gave it to the person who stood up for me on the roadside today. I think his name was Mo Xiangqing or something… I can’t quite remember.”

“What?! Would you dare repeat that?” Lady Murong was instantly flustered. That token could summon top-tier shadow guards! Her voice trembled. “Who did you give it to?!”

“Mother gave it away to chase after a handsome man!” Mumu always betrayed his mother at critical moments. Wasn’t she just asking him to endure the scratchy beard? Her urge for revenge was a little too strong!

Yun Feiyue chuckled. “It’s just an ordinary ornament, no need to be so worked up.”

Lady Murong gritted her teeth, her clenched fists crackling—she was about to explode. Yun Feiyue immediately dragged Mumu and fled.

“Ordinary ornament? That’s the red lotus token! How could you just give it away?” Lady Murong roared.

The red lotus token was originally a Murong family heirloom for summoning elite shadow guards—there were only two in existence. One remained with the Murongs, the other was brought to the Yun family as Murong Guiji’s dowry, and three years ago, she had gifted it to Yun Feiyue.

Lady Murong struggled to contain her fury, her patience snapping. Just then, Yun Hai, who was eavesdropping, tried to sneak away, but Lady Murong spotted him and promptly gave him a thorough beating.

Hiding in the distance, Yun Feiyue sighed. Mumu blinked. “Feiyue’s temper is obviously hereditary!”

Yun Feiyue patted Mumu’s head. “That’s not the main point. The point is… that thing was actually a token for summoning top-tier shadow guards! Damn it! Might as well have given away the Soul Capturing Bell!”

Thinking back to the carefree way she had tossed the red lotus token aside, Yun Feiyue’s cheeks burned with regret. She wished she could slap herself. Would that man return the token?

—Extra Note—

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