093 Little Mumu Will Be in Danger

Youtong pouted, wanting to say more, but knowing full well that the man before him was by no means easy to deal with, he shut his mouth.

Mo Feiyuan turned his head to look at Yun Feiyue. "My wife, where are we planning to go?"

Seeing that Mo Feiyuan really did not seem to want to return to the Mo family today, Yun Feiyue felt even less inclined to go back since he didn't. She pondered where they could go to have some fun.

"How about we go to the Kingdom of Qing?" Qing was the domain of Yun Feiyue's sister-in-law, Jin Yu. Of course, she wasn't going there to see Jin Yu, but rather the legendary Holy Maiden.

Rumor had it that the Holy Maiden of Qing was as pure as a white lotus. Although Yun Feiyue had heard of her great reputation, she had never seen her.

Women were always interested in beautiful things of legend, especially beautiful women.

Since everyone spoke so highly of her, she naturally wanted to see just how wonderful she was.

To Yun Feiyue's surprise, Mo Feiyuan agreed without hesitation this time. "Alright."

The two of them began to plan their excursion, leaving Youtong to stand obediently by their side without uttering a word.

Hearing that they were going out to play, Little Mumu immediately became ecstatic.

The family began to plan their destinations and map out their route.

Yun Feiyue took out a map and carefully planned their route, intending to enjoy the sights along the way.

She meticulously planned to start from the Kingdom of Chu, cross through several small nations, and finally arrive in the Kingdom of Qing.

Qing was a country ruled by a holy religion. Merchants were not very common there, and most of them were local, belonging to great clans like the Jin family.

The Yun family's business in Qing was not particularly large either, owing to the kingdom's policies.

This trip was primarily for leisure, with checking on their businesses as a secondary goal.

Yun Feiyue planned with a beaming smile, her heart filled with joy.

Little Mumu lay beside Yun Feiyue, watching her plans intently and offering his own suggestions from time to time.

Once the two of them had finished planning, they handed the route map to Mo Feiyuan, naturally seeking his approval.

Mo Feiyuan glanced at it and nodded. "It works."

And so, after bidding farewell to General Wei, they prepared to set off on their journey.

As soon as they rode their horses out of the city gates, they saw a crowd of refugees gathered together. Judging by their accents, they were people of Chu.

Out of her concern and sensitivity toward Chu, Yun Feiyue halted to ask about the situation. "What happened?"

When the Chu refugees saw Yun Feiyue and Mo Feiyuan, both of whom carried the distinct aura of martial experts, they appeared to outsiders like divine deities.

Little Mumu, of course, was taken for a divine child.

The crowd hurriedly knelt. "Are you the Heavenly Goddess?"

For a moment, Yun Feiyue did not react. When she did, she raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I am no goddess. I only wish to ask why you are here. Has war broken out in Chu, or is it something else?"

The Chu refugees looked distressed, and finally, one of them sighed heavily. "The King of Chu has rebelled. His troops have already captured several cities today. Strange to say, the King of Chu's army was always strong, but this time they seem a thousand times stronger than before. Those soldiers are like underworld soldiers passing through. Everyone is saying that the King of Chu was the rightful ruler of Chu, but was harmed by villains and reduced to this state. Now, the King of Hell has lent him troops to launch a punitive campaign!"

At these words, everyone nodded in agreement.

"It is too terrifying. Animals, humans... everyone must die..."

Yun Feiyue frowned. How could that be!

"Have you all seen these underworld soldiers?"

The refugees exchanged glances. "We haven't. If we did, we would have died of fright. We only want to live in peace now. Young lady, I advise you not to go to Chu right now. You must not go there!"

Yun Feiyue said nothing, only nodded, and turned to look at Mo Feiyuan.

Mo Feiyuan showed no emotion, his face remaining cold as if someone owed him a fortune.

Sighing, Yun Feiyue turned to look at Little Mumu. "Son, what do you think?"

"Back to Chu, of course!"

Their perfectly good travel plans had gone down the drain!

Yun Feiyue really hated herself for asking. Why did she have to ask? But if she hadn't, and Chu went to war, the Yun family would lose countless gold.

Yun Hai had a depressed expression. "Let's hurry back! The casino your second brother was preparing to open might have already been plundered by those bastards."

"Your petty money is nothing. The Yun family is the one suffering heavy losses!"

...

Bickering along the way, they bypassed Beichen Yu's territory and returned to the Capital of Chu.

By this time, the Capital of Chu had naturally received the war reports.

Just as Yun Feiyue returned, the reinforcements from the Southern Kingdom arrived.

Entering the grand hall of the Chu imperial palace, they saw Jun Shaomo and Jun Qianyue standing in the hall, with a middle-aged man dressed in colorful clothes beside them.

The middle-aged man's identity was unknown, but he appeared to be an important figure of the Jun family.

It was quite generous of the Southern Kingdom to send the Jun family to assist Chu.

Yun Feiyue nodded to them from a distance, then looked toward Beichen Yi.

Upon the throne, his face was slightly pale, looking even weaker than before. Yet, he still wore a bright smile.

"Sister Yue, you are back? How have you been these days?"

Yun Feiyue nodded. "Very well. I returned because I heard of Beichen Yu's rebellion."

Beichen Yi's expression shifted slightly at the mention of the rebellion. "I have given him too many chances, but he failed to seize them. He treated my authority as a passing wind or a joke. Now, he must be eliminated. I intend to lead the campaign personally."

"Lead the campaign personally?" Yun Feiyue shook her head. "I'm afraid that isn't wise. The Capital of Chu still needs you to preside over it."

"Beichen Yu's army has slaughtered its way here. If we do not march out to meet them, the people will probably forget that I am their emperor. This is also the decision Grand Tutor Yun and I arrived at. Now, this is our only option. With the Jun family's help, I believe we will resolve this quickly."

Beichen Yi seemed to have already decided on the solution. Speaking of it now was not to seek advice, but to announce a decision.

Seeing this, Yun Feiyue said no more, only adding, "It is said that Beichen Yu's army has reached Xiapi. If we want to stop him, Xiapi is the best place. Unlike last time, they are marching to capture cities and fortresses. Their rear is secure, making them difficult to defeat."

Beichen Yi pondered for a moment and sighed deeply. The vast palace was exceptionally quiet, and sitting alone on the throne, he appeared lonely and helpless.

"I understand, which is why I must lead the army myself. I hope Sister Yue can lend me a hand."

"Alright!"

With the war pressing, troops were mustered, and Yun Feiyue found herself once again swept into the war against Beichen Yu.

Before their departure, Grand Consort Yun sought her out for a brief chat, essentially asking Yun Feiyue to leave Beichen Yu's corpse intact if possible.

Yun Feiyue naturally agreed to the request.

The generals representing the Yun family were Yun Feng, Yun Feiyue, and Yun Hai; almost everyone available was deployed. Because of the patriarch's advanced age, Beichen Yi had him remain in the rear with several veteran generals to oversee the transport of provisions.

Transporting provisions was of vital importance to secure military morale, so it naturally required veteran generals to take charge.

Thus, although the patriarch was unhappy for a while about not being able to go to the front lines, he quickly calmed down and readily agreed.

Noble Lady Murong and Yun Hen were naturally busy securing the Yun family's various shops and executing evacuation operations, overwhelmed with work.

From the Capital of Chu to Xiapi, after nearly ten days of marching, the two armies finally met for the first time.

Beichen Yu had stationed his army in a small town very close to the city of Xiapi, seemingly with no immediate intention to besiege the city.

It was as if he were waiting for the right moment.

Beichen Yi called an emergency military council.

"Currently, Beichen Yu's army has not moved, but judging by past patterns, he will likely choose to attack the city at night."

Beichen Yi coughed twice as he spoke. "Master Jun, what is your opinion?"

The man in the colorful clothes was indeed the patriarch of the Jun family, the father of Jun Shaomo and Jun Qianyue.

Although Beichen Yi respectfully addressed him as "Master," he was only in his thirties and quite handsome.

With his arms crossed and legs casually crossed, he spoke slowly, "You'll have to ask my daughter."

All eyes turned toward Jun Qianyue.

The daughter of the prophet naturally ought to know what to do.

Because Jun Qianyue wore a veil, the expression beneath it could not be seen, but her eyes were ethereal and pure.

"Beichen Yu will die; he will surely die. The war will end in victory, so there is no need for excessive worry. However, there remains one sole variable."

The first half of her words was reassuring, but the second half made everyone break into a cold sweat. What was this sole variable? Everyone wanted to know.

Jun Qianyue pointed in the direction of Peach Blossom Town. "There lies a variable that even the gods cannot perceive."

"The Ghost Path?" an elderly minister asked in surprise.

Jun Qianyue pinched her little finger and turned her head slightly to look at the speaker. "Perhaps you have guessed correctly."

This so-called variable was a crucial element of this war. Perhaps Beichen Yu could win because of it.

Beichen Yi now looked at Yun Feng. "Yun Feng, what do you think?"

"I believe we should kill," Yun Feng replied. He had always favored violent solutions, and Beichen Yi regretted asking him the moment he spoke.

Regardless of the situation, this guy had only one word in his vocabulary: kill.

Beichen Yi then looked at Mo Feiyuan with utmost respect. "What does the Lord of Divine Seclusion think?"

In truth, Beichen Yi believed that if Mo Feiyuan wished for victory in this war, it would be as easy as lifting a finger. However, Mo Feiyuan would surely not interfere.

The Mo family had rules against participating in wars. They were an organization dedicated to maintaining justice in the world, so how could they favor one side?

"I defer entirely to my wife."

These words caused Beichen Yi's expression to stiffen visibly. With envy and a trace of pain in his eyes, he turned his gaze to Yun Feiyue.

Yun Feiyue waved her hand. "Don't look at me, I don't know either. I'm no good at fighting wars, though I'm decent at beating people up. Right now, I think we should uncover Beichen Yu's secrets. There must be a reason he suddenly became so powerful. I suspect it has to do with the people of the Ghost Path. If the Ghost Path is involved in the war, then Beichen Yu's current victories are not surprising at all."

Beichen Yi lowered his eyes, lost in thought. After a long while, he smiled faintly. "I did not expect Beichen Yu to have ties with the Ghost Path."

Jun Shaomo analyzed seriously, "If he is indeed using people of the Ghost Path, we might not be able to deal with him so quickly. This matter is bound to be troublesome. Our Jun family's army does not fear the minor figures of the Ghost Path, but if a major figure appears, it will surely bring ruin to all living things."

These words brought a hush over the room.

For some reason, everyone looked at Yun Feiyue again.

They were likely remembering Yun Feiyue's ability to summon members of the Ghost Path.

Although few present had witnessed it firsthand, almost everyone had heard of it.

Yun Feiyue's connection to the Ghost Path was also deeply puzzling.

"Don't look at my mother. If she knew the secrets of the Ghost Path, she wouldn't have been tormented so badly by Guiming. My mother is just a dummy."

Everyone sweated. Was there any child who spoke of their own mother like this? She was his birth mother, after all!

Sensing Yun Feiyue's unfriendly gaze, Little Mumu immediately changed his tune. "Although my mother is clever, this is an heirloom passed down through the Murong family, so she naturally doesn't know its exact purpose either."

"I'm sure you all know a bit about the secrets of the Ghost Path. It's simply that those people do not die easily. If you want them dead, you have to sever their heads. Otherwise, they won't die. Just remember to cut off their heads when you kill them."

Little Mumu offered his explanation.

Curious gazes fell upon Little Mumu, especially from Master Jun. "You know quite a lot, kid."

Little Mumu tilted his head up and smiled proudly. "Of course. Mumu has always known a great deal."

Master Jun said no more, only chuckled, and turned to look at Jun Qianyue. "As expected of someone whose fate cannot be seen by the divine eyes, just like my girl."

Hearing her father's suggestive words, Jun Qianyue quickly spoke up, "Father, how can you say such things so casually? We are discussing serious matters right now!"

Father Jun smiled merrily at Jun Qianyue. "What of it? We aren't reaching any conclusions anyway, and my daughter's matters are grander than the heavens. Since everyone is here, why not talk about it? Young Lady Yun, what do you think?"

What did she think about what?

Yun Feiyue had not yet processed this sudden shift. Weren't they just talking about the Ghost Path? How did it suddenly jump to matters of the heart? This Jun Ce really knew how to stir up trouble.

Beichen Yi coughed twice, attempting to halt this obvious digression, but it was even more obvious that Jun Ce did not hear him at all.

Or rather, he heard but chose to ignore it. Such was the extent of Beichen Yi's influence nowadays.

After all, between nations, Beichen Yi was a figure worthy of respect, but on a personal level, it was not so.

The Southern Kingdom's Jun family possessed immense influence and had nurtured many talents, holding a transcendent status across the entire Jinge Continent. They could easily disregard someone like Beichen Yi.

Fortunately, Jun Shaomo was polite and knew when to yield.

She smiled and looked at Jun Ce. "Father, do you think this is our own home? Before we left, Grandmother made you promise to meddle less in Qianyue's affairs. No one is trying to steal your daughter from you!"

Hearing this, Jun Ce turned to Jun Shaomo sheepishly. "Your father is only caring for his own daughter! I went through so much trouble to raise two daughters, and I'm not even allowed to care? My heart has suffered a severe blow."

Yun Feiyue's lips twitched. She felt an absolute inability to communicate with him.

She stroked Little Mumu's head. "You little brat, don't go provoking strange middle-aged men for no reason."

Middle-aged? Strange?

Jun Ce turned around in indignation. "What did you say? What did you say? Do you think my Jun family is obligated to help your Kingdom of Chu? Believe it or not, I can take my army and go home right now!"

Jun Shaomo quickly held Jun Ce back. "Father, I told you, this is the time for serious discussion. Can you stop acting like a child?"

Jun Ce snorted and fell silent.

Yun Feiyue clicked her tongue and shook her head, wondering how such a fool could have fathered two such lovely daughters. Genetic mutation truly happened sometimes.

Jun Ce shared a similar sentiment regarding Yun Feiyue.

The two of them looked down on each other, finding the other thoroughly disagreeable.

In the end, even when Beichen Yi and Jun Shaomo tried to smooth things over, it was of no use.

They both decided in their hearts: *We will never be in-laws.*

Now, the focus returned to the war.

Beichen Yi proposed a surprise attack.

But Yun Feiyue felt that since surprise attacks had already been used twice, it probably wouldn't work so well this time.

"We might have to employ a special method of attack. Before coming here, I had the Yun family prepare some poison mixtures. They should be of some use."

Yun Feiyue looked at Beichen Yi with a smile.

Hearing about the poison mixtures, Beichen Yi nodded. "Then we shall do as Sister Yue suggests. We will hold our ground here today. Tomorrow, once the poisons arrive, we will launch our attack."

Since the matter was decided, the generals went to attend to their respective duties.

Beichen Yi was actually not bad as a commander-in-chief. At least, his troop deployments were sound.

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Peach Blossom Town.

In the afternoon, Yun Feiyue sneaked out of the city with Little Mumu, disguised themselves, and arrived at Peach Blossom Town.

While the army was stationed outside Peach Blossom Town, the people inside were still living normal lives.

There were merchants selling wares and residents going about their days, seemingly unbothered by the impending war.

Yun Feiyue found this rather strange.

She had originally come to gather information and check on the state of Peach Blossom Town, but she hadn't expected it to be so unaffected.

Yun Feiyue led Little Mumu to a candy vendor's stall.

"Ma'am, how much for the candy?"

"One copper coin each."

At one copper coin each, it was quite cheap. Yun Feiyue took ten. She casually asked, "I heard there's a war coming. Why hasn't anyone in town evacuated?"

"The King of Chu is a true gentleman. Why should we evacuate? Even if there is a war, it won't reach us. Don't worry."

Something was wrong...

Yun Feiyue tightened her grip on Little Mumu's hand, thanked the vendor, and turned to leave.

Next, they went to a tavern where storytellers were reciting verses praising Beichen Yu.

Even Yun Feiyue's raid on Beichen Yu's camp had been rewritten into a story where Beichen Yu generously invited Yun Feiyue, and the two of them conversed cordially.

In short, in these stories, Yun Feiyue was the villain, and Beichen Yu was the hero.

Though slightly annoyed, Yun Feiyue did not bother to argue. She ate a few bites of food and asked the waiter some questions.

The waiter not only answered her questions but also offered some extra information.

"I heard the soldiers say this morning that they'll be staying up late tonight, so they bought several hundred ducks from us to eat tonight. Hehe, the ducks from our shop are delicious!"

"Is that so? Beichen Yu's soldiers often eat here?"

"They certainly do! But they always pay, so it's all good. I say, whoever becomes emperor has nothing to do with us, as long as they pay. I think it would be fine if the King of Chu became emperor." The waiter smiled.

She had assumed Beichen Yu would plunder the locals of Peach Blossom Town, but she hadn't expected him to behave so well, doing nothing of the sort.

After finishing their meal, she led Little Mumu out of Peach Blossom Town.

Just as they were preparing to return, they were ambushed on the road.

A group of people from the Ghost Path blocked their path ahead.

Yun Feiyue yawned, thinking that their movements must indeed be closely watched. This was no chance encounter.

"What? You think you can take me down with just this?"

The people of the Ghost Path were always silent, focusing only on their task.

Thus, they charged forward to attack without a single word.

However, without any experts above the eighth rank of the martial path, how could they possibly match Yun Feiyue?

In the blink of an eye, she dispatched them all.

Yun Feiyue looked at her palms with a smile, unable to help but praise herself. *It seems I've made progress again!*

"As for the rest of you, since you chose to block my path, you should have known it would bring trouble. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind teaching you a lesson. I don't have a very good temper."

After delivering her warning, Little Mumu hopped over and grabbed one of the martial experts. "Speak! Who sent you?!"

As he spoke, his fists rained down heavily on his opponent.

Yun Feiyue watched Little Mumu with a smile. "Son, once you've beaten him enough, let's head back. Your father is waiting for us to eat."

The remaining Ghost Path members wanted to resist, but they lacked the strength and could only endure the beating.

Until Yun Feiyue waved her hand. "Stop. That's enough."

Thinking they were saved, the men quickly turned to flee.

Yun Feiyue raised her broken Buddha-Butterfly Sword, and with a swift sweep of her blade, she called out, "Leave your heads behind."

With a single strike, heads flew.

Little Mumu covered his eyes with his hands, looking as though he couldn't bear to watch.

Yun Feiyue picked up Little Mumu with a smile, sheathed her sword, and headed back.

Indeed, it was just as she had guessed.

The people of the Ghost Path were here.

Only, how had Beichen Yu aligned himself with the Ghost Path? If possible, Yun Feiyue would have liked to ask Beichen Yu directly.

But given the current situation, asking would probably yield no answers, so she didn't bother.

As soon as the two of them returned, they saw Mo Feiyuan standing at the city gates, looking furious enough to eat someone alive.

"Where did you go?" Mo Feiyuan asked coldly.

Yun Feiyue coughed. "Just out to see the scenery. The weather outside is truly splendid."

Little Mumu cast a disdainful glance at Yun Feiyue, then turned to look at Mo Feiyuan with an innocent expression. "Father, Mother took me out to play. I didn't want to go, but Mother insisted."

Damn it! Selling out his own mother.

"You little rascal, you're getting bolder by the day!" Yun Feiyue glared fiercely at Little Mumu.

However, Mo Feiyuan's icy glare made Yun Feiyue shut her mouth instantly. It was best not to provoke this man when he was angry; she wasn't ready to die yet!

Forcing a smile, Yun Feiyue explained dismissively, "Wasn't I just broadening the child's horizons? I only went for a stroll and gathered quite a bit of information. Besides, didn't the two of us return safe and sound?"

Mo Feiyuan's expression did not soften. He turned his head coldly to look at Little Mumu. "For selling out your mother, go stand in the corner and reflect on your actions."

Little Mumu pouted, looking deeply sorrowful. "But Mumu was telling the truth! Shouldn't a child who tells the truth be rewarded?"

Mo Feiyuan nodded in agreement. "That is true. So I reward you with standing in the corner to reflect!"

Little Mumu faced the wall, reflecting on his actions with a pitiful expression.

Yun Feiyue turned her head and smirked at her son: *Selling me out, this is what you get. See, your father still dotes on me!*

Mo Feiyuan looked back at Yun Feiyue. "What news did you gather out there?"

Yun Feiyue shook her head. "No real news, but I did confirm that it is the people of the Ghost Path."

Mo Feiyuan nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at Yun Feiyue. "My wife, do not go to such dangerous places in the future."

Flattered, Yun Feiyue nodded. "Understood."

"It is time for dinner. Let us go." Having said that, Mo Feiyuan turned and walked away.

Yun Feiyue smiled even wider. It seemed her husband was the only one who truly cared for her, while her son behaved like an outsider.

She turned around and gave Little Mumu a smug glance.

Little Mumu looked sorrowful and tragic. If he had known, he wouldn't have sold out his mother. Father was far too biased!

*You already have negative points in Mumu's heart.*

While he was lamenting, a delicious pastry appeared before him.

"For you," said a childish yet ethereal voice.

Little Mumu looked up and saw Jun Qianyue. "Big Sister, you're here."

Jun Qianyue nodded and smiled. "I saw you were punished for being disobedient, so I came to check on you. Little Mumu, I feel like you might be in danger."

Little Mumu frowned. "What danger could there be? We've already returned to the city! Don't worry needlessly, Big Sister!"

Jun Qianyue gazed at Little Mumu seriously. After a long while, she reached out and pinched his cheek. "I'm not worrying needlessly! Because, because my eyes saw it. Little Mumu will be in danger. So, I must stay by your side to help you face it."