âMaiden Dongfang...â Sima Yanâs expression turned serious. âThereâs a matter I would like to ask about.â
âWhat is it?â Dongfang Yu hesitated for a few moments before asking.
âYouâre here now, and I wonder if the Ninth Emperor... Is she here?â Sima Yanâs gaze glowed, and there was a slight expectation in it.
If there were no Ninth Emperor, there would not have been so many years of peace in the world. Those powerful sects would have looked for trouble with Feng Yun Kingdom long ago.
Therefore, when the name of the Ninth Emperor was mentioned, Sima Yanâs eyes lit up.
Dongfang Yu gazed blankly and blinked. âOh, sheâs not here.â
The Ninth Emperor liked peace and quiet, and she would never let these people bother her.
âSo...â
Sima Yan looked a little disappointed, but he did not ask more. He smiled. âMaiden Dongfang, do you have time to visit my General Manor?â
âNo...â Dongfang Yu looked at the food in her hand; it was getting cold. âI have to go home first. Next time if Mu Yi wants to attack me, you must not stop him. Just let him do so.â
Sima Yan was speechless. He was suddenly a little confused about what was in Dongfang Yuâs mind.
However, Dongfang Yu ignored him and left.
She had to hurry to take the pastries back to the Ninth Emperor.
***
At the emperorâs son-in-lawâs manor...
From a distance, Qingluo saw Mu Yi walking back with Mu Qingya.
She hurriedly greeted them and asked, âMu Yi, what happened? Why is Mother being carried back?â
Mu Yi wanted to say something, but perhaps because this matter involved Little Nine, he held back again.
After seeing his appearance, Qingluo turned to Mu Qingya. âQingya, what happened?â
Mu Qingya smiled bitterly as she gradually closed her eyes, and only after a few seconds did she open them.
âMother, donât blame Father. Itâs not that he failed to protect Grandmother. Itâs because that servant is Little Nineâs woman.â
âLittle Nine...â
Qingluoâs heart fluttered a little, and she slowly closed her eyes.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âItâs her again!
âWhy does that girl keep haunting us?â
What made Qingluo furious was that Mu Yi, such a filial man, did not take any action because of Little Nine.
âMother...â Mu Qingya knew what was in Qingluoâs heart; she smiled bitterly. âThis matter is not Fatherâs fault. Initially, Father was about to avenge Grandmother, but... General Sima appeared, and he seemed to know that servant. Therefore, he stopped Father from punishing that servant.â
âMother is unconscious, but you still let the culprit go? Mu Yi, I donât care if Little Nine mistreats me. But I wonât allow her to treat Mother like this! She is your Mother who gave birth to you and raised you.â
Her voice was trembling with grief and pain.
Mu Qingya pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. âItâs useless. Sima Yan would rather fight with Father and protect that servant. Mother, donât you know about Sima Yanâs strength? So how could Father be his opponent?â
She raised her head with a helpless look in her eyes.
Qingluo looked at Mu Yiâs bitter face, and her heart gradually sank.
âLater, I will go to the palace, and I must report to my father. We must not let Sima Yan be a mighty man in Feng Yun Kingdom. He does not deserve it!â