Chapter 125: The Prince's Father's Big Melon

Okay, I'll try again!

Yun Xuanmo is actually quite smart; it's just that his usual research subjects are always somewhat limited.

That's why, on the martial arts path, he tends to be a bit slow.

But after Yang Jun said those few words, things have changed.

Following Yun Xuanmo's response, he quickly regained his spirit.

After a series of moves, he waved his hands, producing gusts of wind, and shouted aloud.

Even as he concluded his movement, his hands, in that moment of motion, moved like a dragon and a tiger, his aura like clouds.

"Great, impressive!"

Yang Jun clapped his hands; this scene was indeed quite good.

Yun Xuanmo, the most loyal fan of this "Imperial Uncle," was still able to adapt to the present changes.

With these responses, perhaps things will go even more smoothly from now on.

"We still have to rely on you; it seems finding you was indeed the right choice!"

Yun Xuanmo also showed delight and satisfaction in his eyes, with a hint of small happiness.

After all, Yang Jun was the first person to praise my talent as not bad.

With that feeling, Yun Xuanmo continued practicing in the room.

Yang Jun, meanwhile, went through this secret manual from beginning to end during these back-and-forth operations.

It must be said that the technique by which Yun Fengyun could become a Grand Sect Master is indeed quite exquisite.

I myself today have also benefited from Yun Xuanmo's influence; otherwise, I would never have gotten such an opportunity.

Yang Jun also felt some delight and excitement in his heart.

This is a huge opportunity; if one can obtain it, it couldn't be better.

As for Yun Xiyue now, she looks gloomy.

She watches her man and her brother walk into the room hand in hand.

This situation makes Yun Xiyue see it with her eyes and feel anxious in her heart.

By her ears, she constantly feels waves of lewd and evil laughter drifting down.

Those are the voices of Yang Jun and Yun Xuanmo; these two fellows are hiding together again, doing something?

As a princess, Yun Xiyue originally looked down on eavesdropping and such.

But the sounds coming from the room have become increasingly wanton, making the Sixth Princess truly unable to endure.

She leaned against the door to eavesdrop for a while; amidst the laughter, there was also a deliberate muffled sound from the two, as if they were discussing something.

While discussing, they would occasionally burst out laughing.

Yun Xiyue pushed open the door and strode in.

But she only found Yang Jun sitting cross-legged cultivating, and Yun Xuanmo moving like a dragon and a tiger inside the room, occasionally shouting.

"Xi Yue, what are you doing?"

The door was pushed open, the two were interrupted, and Yun Xuanmo looked somewhat puzzled.

"Nothing, nothing, you two continue."

Yun Xiyue was very gloomy; everything before her eyes seemed utterly normal.

But why did I keep hearing those voices just now? Could it be that I'm truly having auditory hallucinations, causing this?

Startled, Yun Xiyue instinctively shook her head.

But just as the door was closed, Yun Xiyue's ears again picked up a sound.

This time, besides the lewd evil laughter, there was also speech.

"Now I can relax and properly admire the Imperial Uncle."

"Yes, this woman is meddlesome."

These voices made Yun Xiyue burn with anger.

She turned around and pushed the door open again.

Inside the room, Yun Xuanmo furrowed his brows, and Yang Jun looked up in puzzlement.

"What are you doing?"

Yun Xiyue looked at the two men before her, feeling embarrassed.

"Fifth Brother, do you want to stay for a meal at the Prince's Mansion?"

Yun Xiyue shifted the topic; what's going on with this?

"Oh no, I still have things to do; I still need to go back and copy scriptures."

Yun Xuanmo came to his senses, let out an exclamation, and jumped to his feet.

Just as he was about to leave, he turned back and looked at Yang Jun.

"Thank you!"

Yun Xuanmo bowed his hands in salute, his face sincere.

Yang Jun reached out and lifted Yun Xuanmo up.

"We're family, don't be polite."

"Let's go, I'll see you off."

Yang Jun said this with a slight smile.

Yun Xiyue looked at her husband and her brother, the doubt in her eyes growing stronger.

The three set off together; since Yun Xuanmo was returning to the palace, Yang Jun understood that he and his sibling should also have some things to say.

Yang Jun deliberately stopped, making space for the two.

Yun Xiyue and Yun Xuanmo have been fighting since they were young, and this is no exception.

However, Yun Xuanmo was no match for the formidable Yun Xiyue; she pinched his ear and made him walk all the way to the door before letting go.

Although Yun Xuanmo looked fierce, Yun Xiyue showed no retreat whatsoever, wearing a look of disdain.

Yun Xuanmo rubbed his ear, then staged a show of "brotherly affection and sisterly respect," after which they went their separate ways.

Yang Jun watched this scene and also rubbed his own ear.

It seems Yun Xiyue's fighting ability was honed in these places through training.

Yang Jun did not go look for Yun Xiyue, but instead returned to the door of Yang Ye's room.

This is because, just now, while seeing Yun Xuanmo off, he passed by his father's door and happened to hear a woman's voice inside.

Now that he has time, of course he wants to investigate thoroughly and see exactly what the situation is.

As Yang Jun stood at the door, he heard a woman's angry shout from inside.

"Yang Ye, are you determined to oppose me?"

That voice instantly made Yang Jun like a cat that smells fish; in an instant, his eyes widened and he looked excited.

A beauty hidden in a golden house?

It appears the mighty and imposing Old Prince, who looks all righteous, my cheap father, is also no good; look, fathers are all like this, so it's no wonder I, as a son, turned out this way.

But why does this woman's voice sound so familiar?

"My meaning is clear: not opposing me means joining me in rebellion. Do you think that's possible? I, Yang Ye, am loyal to the emperor and patriotic—I'm not that kind of person!"

Yang Jun heard this and his brow rose.

"Rebellion?"

"Could the person inside be Yun Fengyue?"

"Otherwise, why would they think of rebelling?"

"Yang Ye, if you had helped me before, I would now be the Empress! Moreover, I wouldn't have to see Father Emperor and Imperial Elder Brother die at the hands of Yun Fengyun."

"Even now, you still refuse to help me?"

Yun Fengyue felt wronged, her voice tinged with resentment.

"Yun Fengyue, regarding past events, the Eldest Prince died in the turmoil, and the Former Emperor's demise was due to illness—these matters have long been settled. Yet you casually spout nonsense and can thus frame my elder brother?"

Yang Ye remained imposing and unyielding.

"Yun Fengyun, if there were no conspiracy, what qualifications does an exiled prince like Yun Fengyun have to command the troops?"

"This was the Former Emperor's last decree; moreover, my elder brother had been campaigning abroad, defending the borders, and his deeds were deeply admired by court officials, earning the Former Emperor's approval—hence the succession to him. What's the problem?"

Yang Ye cut off Yun Fengyue's words with a cold snort and questioned her.

"Yang Ye, don't be obstinate; you've lost command of the troops, yet you treat him as your elder brother—does he regard you as a brother?"

"Besides, you said the Former Emperor fell ill suddenly; if so, when would he have had time to leave a last decree? This is nothing but Yun Fengyun colluding with palace partisans to forge it."

Yun Fengyue's voice rose passionately, and she was deeply dissatisfied.