Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âNinth Emperor, itâs getting late. Iâve already warmed up your bed. You can go rest first.â
Dongfang Yu looked at the sky and said, âItâs still early... Why did the Ninth Emperor have to go to bed so early?â
Nan Changfeng glanced at Dongfang Yu coldly. âQing Zhu...â
She did not know if it was the gaze or the word âQing Zhuâ that made her face turn pale. She glared at Nan Changfeng fiercely and turned around to leave.
However, before Dongfang Yu walked out of the courtyardâs door, she ran into Mu Qingya, who had just entered, outside the courtyard.
Mu Qingya did not see Dongfang Yu and almost bumped her.
Luckily, Dongfang Yu reacted quickly and dodged to avoid her.
Mu Qingya was stunned as she looked at Dongfang Yu standing in front of her; an unknown light flashed in her eyes.
âDongfang Yu...â The Ninth Emperor stretched her hand lazily. âNext time, if someone walks without looking at the road, you do not have to dodge...â
She paused for a moment and said, âJust kick her away directly.â
âYes, Master. I understand.â
Dongfang Yu smiled.
When she turned to look at Mu Qingya, her face turned cold. âWhat are you doing here? Get out!â
Mu Qingya ignored Dongfang Yu and slowly walked toward the Ninth Emperor.
She raised her chin arrogantly and smiled.
âSister, I have wanted to see you for a while.â
âSister...â
These words made the Ninth Emperor feel goosebumps all over. She rubbed her arms and turned to look at Nan Changfeng. âWhy do I feel a little cold?â
Nan Changfeng raised his hand, took off his outer coat, and draped it over the Ninth Emperorâs body.
âItâs not the cold. Itâs someone who made you feel nauseous.â
Mu Qingyaâs face changed dramatically after hearing these words from Nan Changfeng. She bit her lip hard; a feeling of shame hit her heart, making her feel very uncomfortable.
âSister, Iâm here for Father...â Mu Qingya held back the anger in her heart and forced a smile. âHe missed you.â
âOh...â The Ninth Emperor smiled carelessly. âMu Yi is not here. There is no one else here, and there is no need for you to continue pretending.â
These words caused Mu Qing Yaâs expression to sink slightly for a few moments. âWhat does Sister mean by this?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhat do I mean?â The Ninth Emperor stood up from her seat. âDonât you understand?â
Her voice was low, and her tone remained calm.
Mu Qingya had to admit that this woman was indeed beautiful.
However, it was not enough because only strong people would be respected on this mainland.
âSister...â Mu Qingya glanced at Changfeng on the side and turned to the Ninth Emperor again. A faint smile on her lips, âThis time, I really came for my father because your servant attacked my grandmother.â
The Ninth Emperor shrugged. âI know.â
Mu Qingya froze. âLittle Nine knew? She knew it!
âThen, why didnât she punish her servant?â
âSister, sheâs your grandmother, and sheâs already old. Sheâs wounded and still unconscious, yet you still keep this servant here for no good reason.â