Chapter 50

Granny, big sis, what's wrong with you again?

Yang Jun's ear was pinched by Yun Xiyue, pain shot through him, feeling utterly wronged, he pitifully asked Yun Xiyue.

"Yang Jun, I'm a princess, not a three‑year‑old."

"No amount of tasty treats will appease me."

"Zhuzhu, you need to bring jewelry and jade, the kinds of things these women like."

At that moment, Yun Xiyue looked at Yang Jun and spoke.

While she spoke, Yang Jun's eyes widened.

"No, how do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Hmph, I won't tell you."

Yang Jun was surprised; Yun Xiyue's actions were beyond her expectations, and everything that followed was different.

"This woman seems quite special!"

Yang Jun found this utterly puzzling.

But when he tried to ask Yun Xiyue again, she had already let go, only to coil her arms around him like a snake, refusing to release him.

Yang Jun sighed helplessly and shook his head.

He now truly had no idea what to do.

The best outcome would be to stay with her, properly resolve the issue, and prevent further trouble.

One must keep a close watch on this woman to avoid any further impropriety.

The sword hut lay at the far end of the armory workshop; Yang Jun led Yun Xiyue through the alleys.

The main gate is surely guarded; at this late hour, taking a side door is the safest course.

Yun Xiyue followed beside Yang Jun, yet she felt no worry at all.

Her arms clung tightly to his, and excitement shone in her eyes.

At that moment, she sensed no danger in this outing.

Instead, she stayed close to Yang Jun, occasionally speaking up and asking him a few questions.

Yang Jun gave half‑hearted responses, just wanting to get things done quickly.

Yang Jun hadn't expected that Zhou Tian was rushing over together with Mo Qingyan.

He had received a mission from Yun Fengyue, sought out Mo Qingyan, and simply wanted to resolve the issue quickly.

Delivering the items to Yun Fengyue's late acquaintance seemed simple, but Zhou Tian knew she was sharp‑witted and liked to keep everything under her control.

Unlike the constant chatter between Yun Xiyue and Yang Jun, Zhou Tian and Mo Qingyan traveled together in near silence.

Mo Qingyan remained the lofty, pure as a white lotus Qingyan immortal.

In all her actions, she seemed intent on showing just how different she was from the mundane world.

Though Mo Qingyan appeared cool and aloof, she was constantly regulating her breath and circulating her inner power to silently heal her wounds.

Now Mo Qingyan is dissatisfied, for she must not only face external enemies but also guard against those around her.

Zhou Tian's behavior is increasingly alarming Mo Qingyan.

She fears that even a slight mistake could cause lifelong harm to herself.

Zhou Tian, on the other hand, wanted to get close to Mo Qingyan, occasionally seeking topics to prompt her to speak.

Who would have thought that Mo Qingyan wouldn't respond to his words at all, leaving them silent all the way.

As they walked, Mo Qingyan still harbored doubts.

She glanced at Zhou Tian beside her and instinctively tried to speak.

"Junior brother, our sect has always been extremely strict, especially toward disciples, managing them with utmost severity."

"You were ordered by your master to descend the mountain; you've done well, earned the emperor's favor, become a commander, and your potential is limitless."

"Your master also believes you are the person destined by heaven."

"But the emperor now treats you extremely well, even intending to marry the Sixth Princess to you; I wonder if you still remember clearly who taught you these skills, and whether you still recall that you belong to the sect."

Mo Qingyan spoke coldly, her eyes fixed on Zhou Tian before her, trying to discern something from him.

After all, Zhou Tian's actions have too many aspects that unsettle her.

Her greatest worry is that Zhou Tian might harbor rebellious intentions, act contrary to his master's teachings, and do too many unacceptable things—something she could not accept.

Upon hearing Mo Qingyan's words, Zhou Tian first blinked in surprise, then instinctively nodded.

"Senior sister, you shouldn't say that."

"I, Zhou Tian, have received the sect's kindness and my master's careful cultivation, which is why I am where I am today."

"So I naturally understand how I came by all this."

"Senior sister, rest assured—I, Zhou Tian, am a member of the Haotian Sect in life and a ghost of the Haotian Sect in death; everything is for the sake of the Haotian Sect."

As Zhou Tian responded, he extended his right thumb and index finger, making a vow.

Mo Qingyan watched Zhou Tian's gesture, listened to his words, and lightly nodded.

Zhou Tian's superficial compliance is commendable; at least, as of now, I can see nothing amiss about him.

Therefore, Mo Qingyan can no longer press further inquiry.

All she can do is watch Zhou Tian before her and deal with him for now.

But in Mo Qingyan's heart, she still harbors many doubts about this matter.

After all, the wounds in her body cannot be deceived.

It is those lingering forces within her body that continue to harm her.

Thus, Mo Qingyan must be more cautious; she must consider what exactly is happening now.

Zhou Tian, where exactly does his heart lean!

Zhou Tian and Mo Qingyan went forward together; their speed was much faster than that beside Yang Jun.

As they were about to approach, a bird spread its wings and flew to behind Mo Qingyan and Zhou Tian.

Mo Qingyan seized it at once; this was a carrier pigeon, namely the pigeon their sect specially used for sending messages.

Mo Qingyan pulled out a slip of paper from the pigeon's leg, glanced at it, and furrowed her brows.

"Senior sister, what happened?"

Zhou Tian looked curious; he also remained very concerned about the current situation here.

He, of course, also sensed Mo Qingyan's suspicion.

However, before his great undertaking is accomplished, he absolutely cannot fall out with the sect.