“Maiden Dongfang…” Sima Yan’s expression turned serious. “There’s a matter I would like to ask about.”
“What is it?” Dongfang Yu hesitated for a few moments before asking.
“You’re here now, and I wonder if the Ninth Emperor… Is she here?” Sima Yan’s 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 Yan’s eyes lit up.
Dongfang Yu gazed blankly and blinked. “Oh, she’s not here.”
The Ninth Emperor liked peace and quiet, and she would never let these people bother her.
“So…”
Sima Yan looked a little disappointed, but he did not ask more. He smiled. “Maiden Dongfang, do you have time to visit my General Manor?”
“No…” Dongfang Yu looked at the food in her hand; it was getting cold. “I have to go home first. Next time if Mu Yi wants to attack me, you must not stop him. Just let him do so.”
Sima Yan was speechless. He was suddenly a little confused about what was in Dongfang Yu’s mind.
However, Dongfang Yu ignored him and left.
She had to hurry to take the pastries back to the Ninth Emperor.
At the emperor’s son-in-law’s manor…
From a distance, Qingluo saw Mu Yi walking back with Mu Qingya.
She hurriedly greeted them and asked, “Mu Yi, what happened? Why is Mother being carried back?”
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. “Qingya, what happened?”
Mu Qingya smiled bitterly as she gradually closed her eyes, and only after a few seconds did she open them.
“Mother, don’t blame Father. It’s not that he failed to protect Grandmother. It’s because that servant is Little Nine’s woman.”
‘Little Nine…’
Qingluo’s heart fluttered a little, and she slowly closed her eyes.
‘It’s her again!
‘Why does that girl keep haunting us?’
What made Qingluo furious was that Mu Yi, such a filial man, did not take any action because of Little Nine.
“Mother…” Mu Qingya knew what was in Qingluo’s heart; she smiled bitterly. “This matter is not Father’s 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.”
“Mother is unconscious, but you still let the culprit go? Mu Yi, I don’t care if Little Nine mistreats me. But I won’t allow her to treat Mother like this! She is your Mother who gave birth to you and raised you.”
Her voice was trembling with grief and pain.
Mu Qingya pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. “It’s useless. Sima Yan would rather fight with Father and protect that servant. Mother, don’t you know about Sima Yan’s strength? So how could Father be his opponent?”
She raised her head with a helpless look in her eyes.
Qingluo looked at Mu Yi’s bitter face, and her heart gradually sank.
“Later, 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!”