Chapter 82: My Lady Is Truly Exceptional

Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow exchanged helpless smiles. “Madam, cough, cough… can this be postponed? It seems the other lords are returning today. Please, give us a little dignity.”

Yun Feiyue nodded in agreement.

Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow thought their words had worked, and immediately beamed. “Our esteemed madam, we knew you’d be gracious. You would never make things hard for us. We truly admire your magnanimity.”

Yun Feiyue narrowed her eyes. Admire, do you?

Heh…

“Then wait until everyone has arrived before you shout. Actually, I’ve always been the byword for broad-mindedness,” she said shamelessly.

Little Mumu, her good son, agreed wholeheartedly.

“Mother’s heart is truly generous! She’s already very merciful to you. If it were someone else, you’d have been stripped bare and made to shout at the door.”

“….” Yun Feiyue glanced at Little Mumu, speechless.

This child didn’t understand his mother’s good intentions at all.

Did he think she was so bored?

Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow looked at each other, stuck out their tongues helplessly. “Alright then. Since you insist…”

They reluctantly went to the door and shouted, “Madam is mighty! We are fools!”

Yun Feiyue smiled contentedly, her gaze turning to Mo Xiangqing.

Mo Xiangqing’s eyes flickered instinctively.

This woman’s expression was anything but innocent.

“We’re betting material things,” Mo Xiangqing explained.

Yun Feiyue smiled, giving up on him and looking toward the door.

A gust of wind swept in, bringing a group of people.

Yun Feiyue was sure she didn’t recognize them. Presumably, one of the twelve lords.

Dressed in a white embroidered lotus robe, he could not hide his fierce aura.

A wicked, demonic air exuded from him.

Yun Feiyue narrowed her eyes, her lips curling into a gentle smile. “And you are?”

“The third lord, Mo Zhi, here to congratulate the new madam.”

Mo Zhi’s voice was deep, carrying a hint of blood—this man was no simple character.

Yun Feiyue looked at him, “Thank you. This is yours.”

The box labeled ‘Third Lord’ was pushed to Mo Zhi.

He smiled, but it was stiff, perhaps because he disliked smiling and forced it.

He took the box, glanced at its contents, and let out a wicked laugh. “Not bad. Truly the handiwork of the housekeeper.”

Yun Feiyue nodded, laughing lightly. “It seems Mo Zhi is quite fond of the housekeeper.”

Mo Zhi snorted, his gaze sweeping over her with a trace of disdain. “True strength deserves admiration.”

Yun Feiyue felt vexed.

So, from his words, he was implying she wasn’t strong? Brother, she was quite famous on the Golden Lance Continent!

She couldn’t compare to the Mo family’s bunch of monsters, but her martial skill was above average.

Mo Zhi, seeing her silence, grew even more disdainful.

He sneered coldly, “That’s all there is to it. Mo Twelve spoke highly of you before me. Hah, an outsider trying to climb up. Aside from your looks, there’s nothing much to see.”

These words irked Yun Feiyue further.

“Watch your words. Mind your place. You’re only the third lord!”

Her temper was never good and she couldn’t stand such arrogance.

The air grew tense.

Little Mumu obediently retreated to Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow. “Looks like Mother’s about to get angry.”

Sun Shadow shrugged helplessly, “Mo Zhi, your temper hasn’t improved at all. The lady before you is our madam. At least show some respect to the Lord of Hidden Realms.”

Mo Zhi turned, gave them a cold glare. Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow felt uneasy under his gaze, then sighed.

He never listened to advice.

“Do as you wish. If you get beaten, don’t say we didn’t warn you. This woman is the lord’s treasure,” Sun Shadow reminded.

Mo Zhi snorted. Mo Feiyuan was always cold and detached. He didn’t believe he’d married Yun Feiyue for love.

“Every outsider woman thinks her looks can secure her place, but doesn’t realize beauty doesn’t last forever.”

As he spoke, he grabbed Yun Feiyue’s face.

Yun Feiyue struck his hand. “Presumptuous!”

“Get out.” Before she could act, Mo Xiangqing stepped in front of her.

His gentle demeanor remained, even as he uttered the word ‘get out’ calmly.

Mo Zhi raised his brows. “What’s this? Mo Xiangqing wants to protect her? You haven’t defended a woman in ages. If there was one, it was… long ago, a girl named… Ruoye, right?”

At the mention of the name, Mo Xiangqing, usually gentle, grew angry.

He slapped Mo Zhi.

Mo Zhi raised his hand to block the attack, then smiled wickedly. “I hadn’t noticed before, but madam does resemble that woman. Especially those red lips, blazing like fire. Should I tell Mo Feiyuan?”

Mo Xiangqing snorted, white light swirling in his palm as he struck fiercely at Mo Feiyuan.

“Ah—” came a crazed scream.

Mo Zhi was hit in the chest, blood oozing from his lips.

He wiped it off, looked at Yun Feiyue with renewed interest. “She really does resemble her.”

Yun Feiyue felt uneasy under his gaze, as if he’d strip her bare.

She let out a slow breath. “Enough. This is tiresome.”

There are many similar faces in the world. That Ruoye was merely a coincidence.

Mo Xiangqing stared at Mo Zhi. “If you want to live, leave now, or I might kill you by accident.”

Mo Zhi snorted, flicked his sleeves, and left.

Just as he reached the door, a fierce gaze stopped him in his tracks.

Mo Feiyuan.

He stood with hands behind his back, eyes cold yet dangerously powerful.

Mo Zhi felt fear under his stare, took a long moment before responding, “Lord of Hidden Realms.”

“At least you remember who I am. Do you know my woman’s identity?” Mo Feiyuan stepped forward, pressing in.

Mo Zhi’s legs trembled.

“Yes. Madam.”

His earlier arrogance vanished completely.

In this family that bullied the weak and revered the strong, Mo Zhi’s character had its reasons.

He was arrogant outside, but before Mo Feiyuan, he dared not.

“Slap!” Mo Feiyuan pressed his hand down lightly, and a force descended, forcing Mo Zhi to kneel.

Mo Zhi was furious, but helpless.

The strength was overwhelming.

Mo Feiyuan’s power was something he could never resist.

He drew a deep breath, looking up at Mo Feiyuan.

“Lord, I admit my fault.”

“You should apologize to her.” Mo Feiyuan pointed to Yun Feiyue.

She watched with interest.

Mo Zhi had meant to make things hard for Yun Feiyue, but was caught by Mo Feiyuan, losing all face.

He was unwilling, but had no choice.

He turned to Yun Feiyue, bowing his head hard. “I was wrong! Forgive me!”

Yun Feiyue smiled lightly. “Do you know your mistake?”

Mo Zhi nodded firmly. “I do.”

She clapped her hands. “Stand up.”

Mo Zhi hadn’t expected her to be so easygoing. He thought, perhaps she feared him.

After all, she had just arrived at the Mo family. He was the third lord, powerful.

Why shouldn’t she be afraid?

But…

He was wrong.

Yun Feiyue raised her brow. “Strip and run around the Mo estate twice. Shout ‘Long live Madam’ as you go.”

Mo Zhi, “….”

Mo Xiangqing frowned.

Mo Feiyuan’s lips twitched twice—his wife was truly remarkable.

Little Mumu smiled. This was just like his mother.

Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow looked at Yun Feiyue gratefully, glad she hadn’t treated them this way.

Otherwise, where would the dignity of the Hidden Lords be?

They managed territories, after all.

How could they suffer such humiliation?

All eyes turned to Mo Zhi, waiting for his response.

His lips twitched twice, and he glared fiercely at Yun Feiyue. “Madam, I’d rather die than be humiliated.”

Yun Feiyue rubbed her temples. “Is that so? Then what should I do?”

She began to ponder seriously.

After a while, she nodded with deep regret. “Alright, then I’ll kill you.”

Her words left Mo Zhi bewildered.

Was this woman doing it on purpose?

Besides, Mo Feiyuan wouldn’t really kill him, would he?

But he was wrong.

Cold energy gathered in Mo Feiyuan’s hand—he was ready to act.

“I’ll fight you!” Mo Zhi was a man, after all.

Ranked third among the Hidden Lords, his martial skill couldn’t be weak.

As a strongman, he was admired by many.

But to be humiliated like this—he wouldn’t stand for it.

He attacked!

And so, the fight began.

Mo Zhi formed seals with his hands, trying to resist.

But Mo Feiyuan suppressed him directly.

It was a crushing victory.

Mo Feiyuan flicked his hand, white light exploded before their eyes, transforming into seven colors, all striking Mo Zhi.

He barely had time to react.

He hadn’t expected Mo Feiyuan to have grown so strong during their absence from duels.

He regretted listening to Mo Twelve.

Damn Mo Twelve.

“Crack—” his leg fractured instantly.

“Will you obey?” Mo Feiyuan asked calmly.

Mo Zhi snorted, but had no choice. “I’ll run naked for a lap.”

He could regain his dignity, but if he lost his life, there’d be no getting it back.

Mo Zhi wasn’t foolish. He chose the latter.

He rose, tugged at his clothes, and allegedly stripped before running out.

His leg was broken.

Though they could heal themselves, it would take time.

So, limping and naked, he ran two laps around the Mo estate.

Yun Feiyue felt exhilarated.

Her mood was splendid.

“Hey, husband, you’re wonderful,” she couldn’t help but praise Mo Feiyuan.

Mo Feiyuan enjoyed the compliment, though his face remained icy.

He warned Yun Feiyue, “Don’t interact with Mo Zhi anymore.”

She nodded, smiling as she looked over the items. “I have to distribute these every month.”

“Let the housekeeper handle it. You don’t need to do this,” Mo Feiyuan said, then addressed the others.

“Mo Xiangqing, Sun Shadow, Moon Shadow, you may leave.”

Mo Xiangqing smiled gently. “Then I’ll go.”

Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow echoed, “Alright, we’re leaving!”

They didn’t want any trouble.

Once everyone left, Mo Feiyuan moved closer to Yun Feiyue.

He stared at her, as if his gaze could see through her.

She thought to herself that she hadn’t done anything wrong—what was he up to now?

He finally spoke after a long pause. “Don’t interact with Mo Xiangqing anymore.”

Huh?

Was he trying to keep her from everyone?

“What about Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow?” she protested. Why couldn’t she interact with Mo Xiangqing?

Mo Feiyuan replied coldly, “No reason.”

He must have a screw loose, Yun Feiyue thought with certainty.

“Mo Xiangqing helped me several times. He’s a good person… Last time, when the Yun family dealt with the Nangong family, his help was crucial…”

“That’s his duty,” Mo Feiyuan cut her off, not wanting to hear about Mo Xiangqing.

At first, he didn’t believe Yun Feiyue resembled Ruoye.

But now, seeing her, she really did.

Ruoye.

That woman sacrificed so much for Mo Xiangqing, and he nearly lost his martial prowess for her.

Perhaps he still has an obsession, so he survived.

But this only made Mo Feiyuan more uneasy.

Mo Xiangqing was someone even he couldn’t fully understand.

They had never truly dueled.

The Lord of Hidden Realms title was, in a way, something Mo Xiangqing had yielded to him.

They had never truly competed.

Anyone else could be unafraid, but not him.

Yun Feiyue sensed Mo Feiyuan’s jealousy and couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you jealous? Don’t worry, I won’t abandon you.”

Little Mumu sensed something might happen between them, blinked, and prepared to witness a restricted scene.

But the two simply gazed at each other, then gave up.

Mo Feiyuan pulled Yun Feiyue into his arms. “You are my wife.”

Yun Feiyue, helpless, thought how insecure this man was.

She reached out, gently tousling his hair. “Alright, be good. I won’t dislike you.”

Mo Feiyuan, “…” Her words made it sound like he was afraid of being disliked.

Well, maybe a little.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was…

“Wife, your chest seems bigger!”

Yun Feiyue, “….”

She had thought he was serious, but now realized—men were all wolves in sheep’s clothing.

They looked respectable, but who knew what they were really like?

What had she seen in Mo Feiyuan back then?

She pondered.

It seemed it was his aloofness.

Now, he wasn’t aloof—he’d become a wolf.

“I need to see the housekeeper. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go,” Yun Feiyue freed herself from Mo Feiyuan.

He pulled her back into his arms. “Stay with me for a while, wife.”

Then he carried her horizontally toward the room.

Yun Feiyue shouted twice, thinking to herself she was actually quite reserved!

But Mo Feiyuan couldn’t hear her inner protests.

He carried her straight to the bedchamber.

Then…

He stared at her. “Did you hear what I said before?”

She nodded. “I heard.”

“Repeat it.” His fingertips lightly traced her skin.

Goosebumps rose instantly.

Yun Feiyue responded, “Don’t interact with Mo Zhi.”

“And?” He drew closer, his voice tinged with seduction.

His cool breath brushed her ear, making her shiver.

“Don’t interact with Mo Xiangqing,” she said, glancing at Mo Feiyuan, thinking she could say it, but whether she followed through was up to her.

For now, she’d placate this insecure man.

Mo Feiyuan gazed at her, then nodded firmly. “Right. Don’t interact with Mo Xiangqing.”

She agreed, assuring him she wouldn’t.

Only then did Mo Feiyuan relax.

“Good.” He bent down to hold her in his arms. “Wife, go find the housekeeper. I have things to handle.”

He’d only returned because a maid mentioned Mo Zhi had gone to see Yun Feiyue—he’d been uneasy.

He’d overheard Mo Zhi’s words.

Yun Feiyue resembled Ruoye—he hadn’t noticed before.

No wonder Mo Xiangqing was so proactive regarding her affairs, though he never involved himself otherwise.

He cursed himself for not realizing sooner.

Fortunately, he had a son—otherwise, Mo Xiangqing might have acted already.

Yun Feiyue slipped out of his embrace and headed outside.

“Alright, I’m going,” she said, blinking and smiling.

Just outside, she encountered Youtong and Han Cheng.

The two were coming to collect their items.

Yun Feiyue handed the goods to Youtong, who looked troubled.

“What’s wrong? Are the items inadequate?” She checked his list—everything was good.

Youtong shook his head. “No, it’s that Yun Feng has arrived.”

Yun Feng? Her third brother?

Yun Feiyue grew excited. “My third brother is here?”

“Yes, and he brought the young master of the Jun family, Jun Shaomo. But Jun Shaomo seems injured.”

Injured?

Impossible!

“The Jun family protects her closely. Every outing is escorted—how could anything happen? Besides, on the Golden Lance Continent, who would dare target the Jun family?” Yun Feiyue asked a slew of questions, but seeing Youtong’s confusion, she gave up and rushed out.

At the door, Yun Feng was in a sorry state.

Jun Shaomo seemed unconscious, cradled in Yun Feng’s arms, her green robes stained with blood.

Yun Feiyue panicked and quickly welcomed them inside.

“Third brother, what happened?” She reached out to check Jun Shaomo’s forehead.

“How is the Jun family’s young master with you, and badly injured?” Yun Feiyue retrieved medicines from her storage stone.

Yun Feng coughed lightly, but his gaze never left Jun Shaomo.

“Quick, save Shaomo.”

Yun Feiyue agreed, summoned Luo Yunhuang, and began treatment.

“Third brother, can you tell me what happened?” she asked again.

Yun Feng nodded heavily, anger in his eyes.

“The Yun family has been besieged by the righteous sects. Even Chu Nation has been dragged into it. Grandfather may not hold out much longer. He told me not to inform you, but with Shaomo gravely injured, I had no choice but to come here.”

Yun Feiyue bit her lip. “Why are the righteous sects attacking the Yun family?”

Yun Feng exhaled slowly. “You seem to have forgotten—Ghost Nether. He’s attracted countless enemies. All these grudges have been laid at the Yun family’s door after the last Tianwu Rankings event.”

“Mother and I know this has nothing to do with you. She blames herself for not realizing the Red Lotus Token was such a huge problem. But self-blame won’t solve anything.”

He coughed again as he spoke.

Yun Feiyue’s expression grew grave.

It was her fault—she hadn’t killed Ghost Nether.

Not that she didn’t want to, but she couldn’t.

Ghost Nether must be eliminated.

She took a deep breath, her face growing paler. “I’m going to the Yun family. How is grandfather? What about great-grandfather?”

Yun Feng narrowed his eyes, blood trickling from his lips—he seemed barely able to hold on.

Yun Feiyue transferred some energy to him.

“Third brother, rest first. I’ll go find grandfather.”

Without delay, she settled Yun Feng and Jun Shaomo, preparing to leave.

But Youtong blocked her path.

“Madam, the lord said you cannot go out. Please stay here. The Yun family’s affairs will be handled.”

“Tell Mo Feiyuan, I must go.” Yun Feiyue looked coldly at Youtong. She would yield to him in anything but this.

“Then step over Youtong’s corpse.”

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