Chapter 11

"The former emperor above, seeing this token, sees the person as if present!"

A crisp sound, like Kun Shan jade shattering, rang as it struck the ground.

Accompanying that sound, a golden violet‑glass token appeared before everyone's eyes.

Palm‑sized, entirely a faint purple, engraved with dragon bodies and tiger silhouettes; its lines were smooth, and in sunlight it emitted a glittering sheen.

Imperial Decree of the Former Emperor!

Among those present, no one was more familiar with this token than Dongfang Xuan, a member of the royal family.

The former emperor's personal token was once publicly bestowed upon the Female War God Yun Sui Feng of Donglin Country!

This is not only the former emperor's protection, but also a constant reminder to all that Ye Qingran is the descendant of the Female War God!

"How could this be…" Dongfang Xuan thought that after all these years the Imperial Decree of the Former Emperor had long been lost, never expecting it had actually been in Ye Qingran's hands all along!

Ye Yu was also stunned.

After Yun Sui Feng passed away, he had been searching for the Imperial Decree of the Former Emperor, but to no avail.

So Ye Qingran had hidden it so deeply!

"Not kneeling yet?" Ye Qingran whispered as a reminder.

At this moment, she was stunningly graceful, exquisitely radiant, like an empress.

Everyone else knelt, except Dongfang Xuan, whose face showed resentment.

For a princely heir to kneel before a worthless person was a colossal humiliation!

"If I were to tell others that the Seventh Prince witnessed the Imperial Decree of the Former Emperor and did not kneel, would they praise your proud spirit or sing of your disrespect and ingratitude?"

Ye Qingran waved the Imperial Decree of the Former Emperor in her hand, a smile lingering.

Dongfang Xuan nearly bit off a silver tooth.

In the end, they still knelt unwillingly.

Throughout Ting Yu Xuan, everyone knelt on the ground, daring not a single act of defiance.

Moreover, without Ye Qingran's permission, no one could rise!

This is the privilege of the Imperial Decree of the Former Emperor!

Back then, the Female War God Yun Sui Feng achieved brilliant war merits, with shining armor and iron horses, securing the present era of peace for Donglin Country.

The former emperor, grateful for the war god's grace, bestowed supreme glory!

Ye Qingran looked down at the people on the ground, a slight curl at the corner of her mouth.

This is only the beginning.

Everyone who owes this mother and daughter, she will repay a hundredfold!

"Men, throw out everything in Ting Yu Xuan that belongs to Ye Huanhuan!" Ye Qingran, holding the Imperial Decree of the Former Emperor as if the former emperor himself were present, gave the order; even the guards under Dongfang Xuan had to obey.

How could Zhao Shi be content?

She had barely managed to claim the finest Ting Yu Xuan of the Ye Residence for herself.

Ye Huanhuan had lived inside for several years; now being driven out by Ye Qingran, wouldn't she be ridiculed later?

"Ye Qingran, as an older sister, can't you look after your younger sister?"

What a moral blackmail!

"Can't!"

Ye Qingran refused with domineering authority.

"Ye Qingran, you are truly vicious!"

Vicious, she?

Ye Qingran suddenly found it funny, "Is this really where it ends? Just because it's vicious?"

Zhao Shi trembled with anger!

"Any of Ye Huanhuan's belongings, throw them out and smash them; whoever smashes the most and the best will be richly rewarded!"

For a moment, Ting Yu Xuan became especially lively.

Ye Huanhuan's clothes and ornaments littered the ground like trash.

Seeing the wreckage, Zhao Shi almost fainted from anger.

"When Huanhuan returns, I will make her properly deal with Ye Qingran!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Sisi nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Sister has now gone to Xuan Yuan Sword Sect; she will soon be able to apprentice under the Qingyun Sword Immortal Sect for cultivation. By then, Ye Qingran will be nothing!"

That day

Mo Xiaohu crouched under a eave by the street, shoved the last candied hawthorn skewer into his mouth, chewing heartily, his face showing satisfaction.

"Xiao Huihui, if we still can't find mother today, shall we leave Xiliang City?"

They have been staying here for ten days; it's time to change destination.

Xiao Huihui nodded, with remnants of hawthorn foam still on the tip of his beak.

Since Xiliang City has no mother for the little master, they will go elsewhere.

Even if the heavens and earth are vast, as long as they persist, they will surely find the little master's mother.

"Xiao Huihui, look at yourself; you eat so much you've gotten as plump as a pigeon!"

Mo Xiaohu wiped his mouth, his small glance at Xiao Huihui full of disdain.

Xiao Huihui lowered his head to examine himself; his feathers were glossy, his body plump, resembling a pufferfish blown up!

He instantly shivered. That perfect physique that makes countless birds in Mo Yuan envious?

Mo Xiaohu looked at himself again, proudly saying, "Look at me; I may have eaten just a tad more, yet I'm not fat at all!"

Xiao Huihui wanted to cry but could not shed a tear.

The little master clearly ate more than it, yet truly wasn't fat at all.

Oh, this enviable, jealousy‑inducing, non‑fat physique!

Xiao Huihui's eyes rolled swiftly as she found a perfect excuse for her plumpness: "I'm only a bit chubbier because I'm storing enough strength to go find Mother together with my little master."

Mo Xiaohu pursed her lips: "You ate just a little and got this fat; if you eat any more, won't you explode?"

"Xiao Huihui, you better use some sense!"

Xiao Huihui: "....."

"Alright, now that we're full, let's go find Mother again!" Mo Xiaohu stood up, brushed the dust off her rear, and headed toward the road.

Brimming with fighting spirit.

At that moment, a towering horse, whipped by a riding crop, galloped madly down the street.

"Get out of my way, young master!"

Immediately after the horse, a youth in brocade clothing shouted arrogantly, his face haughty.

Pedestrians on the road scattered like startled birds and beasts.

In an instant, smoke and dust rose, the street became a mess, filled with curses and wails.

Mo Xiaohu turned her head bewildered as the horse charged toward her, its massive form looming as if it could swallow her in the next moment.

"Ouch, where did this reckless little brat come from? Thinking he's invincible?!"

"Where are his parents? Who will save him?!"

"It's over, it's over, this kid is done!"

The onlookers, frightened by the scene, all thought the little brat's life was in danger today.

The youth on the horse glanced at Mo Xiaohu, a cruel smile curling his lips.

"You fool!" he muttered low, flicking his long whip; the horse, startled, grew even more frantic.

"I'll trample you, you stinky brat, and block the young master's path!"

The youth sneered, as if human lives were nothing but grass.

Mo Xiaohu's eyes reflected the horse; from initial bewilderment, they turned to disdain.

Is that it, you still want to trample him?

Mo Yuan's grandparents, aunt and uncle once said, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend them; if they do, I'll repay a hundredfold!"

You foolish brother, thinking you can trample him—do you really believe the title "Mo Yuan Little Demon King" is just for show?!

Mo Xiaohu was about to strike when, suddenly…

A gust of fierce wind swept in; Mo Xiaohu turned in surprise, meeting a face as beautiful as a celestial maiden.

Then, Mo Xiaohu, long known as Mo Yuan's Little Demon King, opened her mouth into an "O" shape.