Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

 Zhen Kexin and Chu Linger wanted to speak, but somehow, something within them devoured their consciousness bit by bit…

 Zihou turned her back coldly and left without expression. She didn’t return to the palace banquet and instead took a leisure stroll around the palace. She thought that very quickly, many people would come over.

 The palace banquet was still ongoing and those wealthy ladies were still performing their hearts out on-stage…

 “Reporting!” A clear voice interrupted the harmonious atmosphere. Following that, a guard ran in from the outside.

 “What is it?” The Western Chu Emperor frowned in displeasure. He glanced at Mo Yunhuang and only released his frown after seeing no reaction from him.

 “Reporting to the Emperor, a palace maid reported that a certain lady was found in the imperial gardens doing…”

 The guard’s hesitation already let everyone guess what he wanted to say but daren’t. All of them looked at each other and guessed who exactly was the girl who was courting death and dared to do such a thing in the palace?

 “Outrageous!” The Western Chu Emperor announced as he stroked his armrest and grunted in anger. He continued asking, “Who exactly actually dares to do such a thing in the palace!”

 Zhen Xuan’s solemn face suddenly lit up and her lips curled up obscurely. Then, she frowned deeply and said in a sharp voice, “To behave indecently in the palace is an offense punishable by death! Your majesty, I feel that we have got to get to the bottom of this—otherwise, your authority will be challenged!”

 “Hmm…” The Western Chu Emperor spoke with a struggling expression. He frowned and instinctively glanced at Mo Yunhuang, seemingly waiting for his take…

 “I feel that we should indeed get to the bottom of this…” Mo Yunhuang fiddled with the vintage engraved ring on his thumb, an eerie and seductive smile appearing on his extremely handsome face. In his elegant purple eyes, lights glimmered mysteriously, and it was hard to tell his emotions…

 Since Mo Yunhuang had spoken, the hesitant expression on the Western Chu Emperor’s face instantly vanished as he glanced across the crowd and said loudly, “Follow me to have a look.”

 They followed Chu Yao all the way to the imperial garden and approached the pavilion at a corner of the garden when they suddenly heard a sound.

 Chu Yao’s expression darkened.

 As for Zhen Xuan, she was smiling increasingly radiantly. She already couldn’t wait to see Wei Zihou, in front of everyone…

 She thought, It must be very interesting!

 As they continued walking, the sound became clearer. When everyone turned and walked across some flowers, the unbearable sight met their eyes immediately.

 Chu Yao’s face was already so black that it was almost dripping ink, a stark contrast to Zhen Xuan. He clenched his hands by the side of his body into fists and shouted, “Stop!” Chu Yao was so enraged that he shouted extremely loudly—he even used his aura.

 However, it fell on deaf ears and totally had no effect on the people in the pavilion.

 Chu Yao trembled in fury. Unable to contain his anger, once again, he yelled at the guards behind him. “Seize them!”

 “Oh my god, they’re actually the Ninth Princess and Zhen Kexin!” Someone murmured.

 It instantly caused a stir.

 Everyone rubbed their eyes and carefully stared at the two people. Indeed, their looks matched those of the Ninth Princess and Zhen Kexin perfectly.

 Chu Yao’s originally blackened face was now even more interesting. He stared at a pair of eyes and was momentarily so angry that he didn’t know how to react.

 As for Zhen Xuan, her originally radiantly smiling face was now unable to continue smiling. When she saw Chu Linger and Zhen Kexin’s looks, her face turned pale.

 “How, is it… possible…” Zhen Xuan widened her eyes in disbelief as she whispered. Shouldn’t the person in this pavilion be Wei Zihou? How did it become…

 After the shock, everyone’s faces filled up with interest. Zhen Kexin and Chu Linger were both great beauties. Furthermore, they were usually extremely arrogant—when had they been in such a sorry state?

 “Quick, bring them down!” Chu Yao finally reacted with a hazy face and gritted his teeth so hard that he almost crushed them. He could never have expected that the person doing such a shady thing in the imperial garden was actually his daughter—how could he face the world?

 “Hang on, where’s Wei Zihou?” Zhen Xuan’s face turned ruthless as she screamed hysterically with a ferocious face.

 “Is the Empress looking for me?” A light-hearted voice said joyfully as a snow-white figure walked out slowly from the crowd.

 “How come you’re standing here unscathed? Shouldn’t you be…” Zhen Xuan pointed at Zihou with a hysterical expression and reddened eyes as if she had gone mad. When she realized what she had said, she halted in her speech and turned pale…

 “What should happen to me? Or does the Empress mean that the person in the pavilion should be… me?” Zihou smiled daintily with bright eyes.

 Their conversation was too obvious and let everyone know what was wrong. No wonder the Ninth Princess and Zhen Kexin would appear here out of the blue—so, everything was plotted by the Empress and the plot was supposed to be directed at Wei Zihou. However, for some reason, eventually, she had suffered a double loss!

 So that was it!

 Everyone understood it in their hearts but dared not say anything.

 “You bitch!” Chu Yao wasn’t dumb and could naturally understand the meaning in her words. Instantly, he became extremely enraged, lifted his arm, and landed a loud slap on Zhen Xuan’s face. Tragically, Zhen Xuan’s swelling previously had yet to go down and now, she was hit on the other side—her glamorous face turned into a pig’s head.

 “Guards, bring the Ninth Princess and the Empress down!” Chu Yao said while gritting his teeth. He felt too ashamed to face anyone. Saying that, he flicked his robe forcefully and left angrily.

 “Quick, send Young Mistress back to the estate!” Seeing that his daughter actually did such a thing in public, the Prime Minister, Zhen Lie, felt extremely embarrassed. However, when he thought about how Zihou was the mastermind behind this incident, he shot a hazy glance at her and said coldly, “Wei Zihou, our Zhen Family will definitely make you pay!”

 “Be my guest!” Zihou lifted her brows and met Zhen Lie’s hazy gaze fearlessly.

 After the Western Chu Emperor and the Empress left, as well as Zhen Lie leaving with Zhen Kexin, the palace banquet basically ended just like this. However, due to someone’s abuse of her power, although the Western Chu Emperor was enraged, he still went to look for Mo Yunhuang to explain to him, hoping that he would understand…

 As the biggest winner of the palace banquet tonight, Zihou was in high spirits. Not only did she got rid of two pests, but she also obtained a vintage treasured sword—it wasn’t a wasted trip, after all.

 Back at the Mu Xuan Court, Zihou sat at a stone stool beneath the Japanese Pagoda Tree, whipped out the Sword of Mysterious Wind, and carefully examined it. The sword was made of an unknown material and covered in a thin layer of fog, and its silvery glow was extremely cold and sharp, making it seem invincible. Whatever the material was, it was definitely top-grade and was at least way superior to the Dark Cloud Black Iron!

 Holding the handle of the sword, her thumb contacted the mysterious purple crystal embedded in it. A warm sensation spread through her entire body through her thumb as a certain force bonded her with the sword. This feeling was both foreign and familiar…

 Eventually, she couldn’t conceal her love for the sword. Zihou suddenly got up, held the Sword of Mysterious Wind in her hand, and actually started dancing.

 Her white long skirt and the silver longsword moved gracefully into various poses under the bright moon, like a gentle breeze and a passing cloud, ever-changing and coming and going without a trace.

 Under the night sky, her white skirt flowed elegantly and the sword danced gorgeously. Every now and then, the sword reflected the silver color of the moon and created beams of light that flashed unpredictably under the starry sky. This scene was a co-existence of gracefulness and harshness—it was breathtakingly beautiful.

 “This sword is mine!” A low voice suddenly rang, making Zihou’s legs go weak and almost spraining her back.

 “What are you doing here?” Zihou steadied herself and quickly retracted her sword as she stared at the person angrily and questioned coldly.

 When did this scumbag come? She actually didn’t realize it!

 Mo Yunhuang jumped off from the Japanese Pagoda Tree, the wind lifting his cloak. His long, pitch-black robe camouflaged into the dark night. His peerlessly handsome looks appeared so strikingly beautiful under the moonlight that even the moon paled in comparison. Within his deep eyes, purple light swirled in the most inexplicably majestic and elegant manner.

 He stood tall and strong with the body of the devil and the aura of an emperor, like a God descending on Earth, peerless and invincible!

 However, it was precisely such a devil- and emperor-like man who was standing like a block and repeating, “This sword is mine!”

 Zihou was initially burning with rage and wanted to question and mock him. However, when she saw that extremely unexpected reaction, she was actually surprised and couldn’t spill the words which were already in her mouth. Instead, she only managed to frown and said plainly, “It’s mine now!”

 “Yup, it’s yours now!” The man’s eyes went blank for a moment before he blinked and nodded in agreement.

 Now, Zihou was already completely lost. She totally didn’t know what was this fellow up to and all the more didn’t know what exactly was on his mind. Her lips moved as she wanted to speak, but Mo Yunhuang beat her to it.

 “My mother once said that the person who can extract the Sword of Mysterious Wind will be my wife!” The man said calmly, his deep, lonely eyes looked into the distance, glowing with the cunningness of an accomplished sly old fox.

 Zihou was speechless: “…”

 Streaks of lightning brewed in the sky and landed in succession, making Zihou look unruly in the wind and her thoughts even more disorderly. She looked at the man with a blank face and felt that the nimble sword in her hand was suddenly extremely heavy!

 “Mo Yunhuang, you did it on purpose!” After a long while, Zihou finally awoke from her stoned state. The evil and seductive smile on that person’s face made her realize that she had been fooled!

 Wife—in your dreams!

 “I’m not lying to you!” Mo Yunhuang raised his brows, looking all innocent. This was indeed true!

 “I’ll be a fool to believe you!” Zihou gritted her teeth and rebutted—she totally didn’t believe his words.

 “I don’t care. Anyway, the Sword of Mysterious Wind was extracted by you—you’re my wife!” The person started to act scoundrelly.

 So the name of this sword is the Sword of Mysterious Wind? Something flashed in Zihou’s eyes—she was distracted. However, when she heard what that person said, she couldn’t help but sneer coldly. “Be your wife? Impossible even in your next life!”

 “Then whose wife do you wanna be?” Mo Yunhuang’s smile faded gradually as his face started to darken, the hazy aura around him intensified, and instantly, the temperature of the entire courtyard’s actually decreased by a few degrees.

 “Just not you!” Zihou was slightly terrified by his frightening expression but still replied stubbornly without fearing death. Her man would need to be confident, peerless, and pure. This man was obviously high and mighty—even if he fulfilled the first two points, could he meet the third requirement?

 She doubted it!

 Moreover, right after she spoke, the figure before her suddenly disappeared. Before she could react from the shock, the next moment, she only felt a tightening in her waist as a huge force coiled around her, and then, she fell into a hard and strong embrace…

 His embrace was as hard as steel with a mildly enchanting aura. In his arms, she was actually so frail and small. Within her vision were a manly, wide chest, strong arms, and an almost perfect jawline. With her cheek stuck to his chest, she could feel his strong heartbeat. It was as if he had unlimited power and could carry the weight of the world for her!

 Momentarily, she felt slightly lost.

 Mo Yunhuang looked down slightly, sizing up the person in his arms, his purple eyes glowing mysteriously. The tender body in his embrace had a mild, refreshing fragrance that was gratifying and a pure, clean, and bare face without any makeup, much to his liking. Hugging her and feeling her warmth, he actually felt unwilling to let go, and this illogical thought almost made him lose his mind.

 He had never felt this way before!

 In that instant, Zihou was slightly confused. In that instant, she actually yielded. She even couldn’t help but think that if there was such a person who could embrace her, brave the storms for her, and fight alongside her—such a feeling seemed… not too bad!

 However, such a thought lasted but a moment. Conscious of her thought just now, Zihou couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Since when did she actually become so emotional as well? She should know that in this world, she couldn’t depend on anyone but herself!

 The clear-minded Zihou struggled hard to break free from Mo Yunhuang’s arms. However, regardless of her actions, that embrace was so tough that it didn’t move the least bit.

 “Let go!” Zihou said in a chilly manner with a cold expression.

 “Tell me—besides me, whose wife do you wanna be, hmm?” Mo Yunhuang looked down at Zihou with a mild expression and spoke with a hoarse voice…