Chapter 390: You Must Tell the Young Master You

As the moon rose above the willow tips, a sudden evening breeze stirred in Shengjing City.

Ye Han still sipped tea on the Star-Gazing Tower, but his gaze kept flickering down to the courtyard below.

Servants from Shengjing’s major merchants gradually arrived, delivering the items his sister had purchased to the mansion—but she herself had not returned, meaning she had truly met that yellow-haired one.

Let her meet him; nothing chaotic will come of it. After all, she herself knows there can be no future between races—only regret.

As he pondered this, Ye Han suddenly spotted two figures approaching from outside the mansion, and his eyes sharpened slightly.

Feng Yang entered the courtyard with Xiao Rou, looked up, and saw her brother; she offered a faint smile.

Ye Han gave his sister a slight nod, watched her turn and walk back into the courtyard, then poured the tea in his cup into the flower pond.

After subtly hinting that she should meet him, he had already regretted it—because if she went with the thought of it being their final meeting, the regret afterward might deepen even further.

Yet seeing her return so quickly, her face free of sorrow or reluctance, he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.

Ye Han set down his teacup, swept his sleeve, and departed from the Star-Gazing Tower.

“Princess.”

“Hmm?”

“Since you’ve already met that Ji Young Master , why didn’t you chat with him longer? The night is still early, yet you rushed back so urgently.”

“To speak at all is better than not speaking—but no more. Brother hinted I should meet him to lessen my regret, but the longer I stayed, the more regret I’d feel.”

“Xiao Rou doesn’t understand…”

The young maid stood outside the bath chamber, listening to the rush of water within, gazing blankly at the moon above the night.

At that moment, Feng Yang soaked in the bath, staring at the snow-white tail extending from her rear, and involuntarily narrowed her eyes—suddenly recalling the image of her tail swaying unconsciously just now, her cheeks flushing crimson.

This was the second time—this tail was hers, yet it moved as if beyond her control.

But if it swayed, so be it. This is perhaps what it means: one may deceive others, but never one’s own heart.

Among Yaozu women, emotion is paramount; once they commit, they rarely change. Her tail, she guessed, would sway for a human one last time—there would be no chance after this.

Feng Yang cupped a handful of still water, letting it flow over her curvaceous body, her mind replaying the scene of idle chat in the alley.

He’d grown stronger, yet also darker.

More restrained and steady than when she first saw him in the snowlands, yet the arrogance in his brow remained unchanged.

She had thought her affection stemmed mostly from romantic novels’ exaggerated portrayals of him—but today, seeing him again, she realized he matched the stories perfectly.

Splash—splash—

As Feng Yang pondered, the persistent sound of water suddenly pulled her back to reality.

She had already stopped splashing water to wash her body, puzzled by this continuous noise.

She turned toward the sound—and instantly reached out to grasp her own snow-white tail.

The next morning, dawn painted the sky in crimson.

The Yaozu delegation was packing their belongings and loading their carriages.

Feng Yang had changed into her dress and stepped out to the gates of the Immortal Garden.

The caravan was ready to depart; mighty beast mounts pawed the ground and tossed their heads restlessly.

A guard saw her emerge and hurried forward to lift the carriage curtain; once she entered, he lowered it slowly, then the bronze bell chimed softly and the carriage rolled forward.

They had come to Shengjing solely to learn the state of the Ancient Sages’ Holy Ground; now that their goal was achieved, they wished to return swiftly and report to the Yaodi .

Creak—creak—

As the wheels rolled, crowds of humans lined both sides of Changsheng Street, watching down.

Xiao Rou, who had prepared tea earlier, gazed out the carriage window and suddenly spotted a figure in the crowd—she met his gaze and gave a light wave.

“Princess.”

“Hmm?”

Xiao Rou pulled back the curtain and turned: “That Ji Young Master and his friend came to see you off.”

Feng Yang nodded slightly but did not turn her head or glance aside.

She sat in silent stillness, noble and elegant, cold and aloof—as if everything outside the window had nothing to do with her.

Seeing this, Xiao Rou quietly let the curtain fall and shrank back into the carriage.

Though Feng Yang did not look toward those two figures, Ye Han, astride his beast, stared at them with eyes blazing with murderous intent.

That piercing vertical pupil seemed to solidify the ferocity of his emotion.

Soon, as the Yaozu delegation passed down Changsheng Street and exited through the North Gate, the figures gathered in Shengjing’s taverns began to disperse.

Kuangcheng followed Ji You onto the street; halfway, he couldn’t help speaking: “That Yao prince just now looked like he wanted to peel Ji Brother alive.”

“Did he?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then his self-control is decent. If I had a sister, I’d have drawn my sword already—damn handsome yellow-haired bastard.”

Ji You truly hadn’t expected Gongshu Chou was a realist writer; now, after witnessing Feng Yang’s feelings, he remained dazed.

The beast ears and tail… he actually quite liked them.

But the conflict between humans and Yaozu is hard to reconcile; in the future, they may even clash with swords and spears. So whether one admires or loves, there can be no outcome.

Ji You walked to the entrance of Wu Lv Trading House: “Has the letter from Lingzhou arrived?”

“Yes, Master. It has been delivered.”

“Good. Keep working.”

Kuangcheng now looked at Ji You: “Did you send a letter to Lady Yan?”

Ji You nodded: “She’s been back at Lingjian Mountain a long time. She’s probably bored alone on the mountain. I’ve been in seclusion so long without writing—unless I write now, she’ll go mad.”

Kuangcheng nodded: “Have you found answers to your cultivation questions?”

“I’ve asked all I needed to. It’s enough.”

“Will you and Yuan Di return together to the Ancient Sages’ Holy Ground?”

“If Feng Yang hadn’t visited unexpectedly, I would’ve left this morning. Now I’ve lost a day—I’ll depart tomorrow morning.”

Meanwhile, on Xuanjian Peak of Lingjian Mountain.

Ding Yao was climbing the mountain when, halfway up, she heard a shout and turned to see Zhuo Wanqiu chasing after her.

“Did Ji Young Master write?” Zhuo Wanqiu glanced at the letter in Ding Yao’s hand.

Ding Yao nodded: “Just arrived in Nanhuacheng.”

“It seems Ji Young Master ’s breakthrough attempt in the Ancient Sages’ Holy Ground has paused—then the Lady of the Mirror can finally catch her breath today.”

“What’s the connection?”

Zhuo Wanqiu lowered her voice: “Disciples sent to the Ancient Sages’ Holy Ground often report that Ji Young Master is pushing his breakthrough violently. Since then, the Lady of the Mirror has also entered seclusion—probably afraid she won’t be able to defeat him when they next meet.”

Ding Yao understood, then looked at the small jar in Zhuo Wanqiu’s hand: “What’s this?”

“Spicy chili oil from Nan Mofang,” Zhuo Wanqiu lifted the bottle slightly. “The Lady of the Mirror hasn’t had much appetite lately—only spicy food lets her eat.”

“Didn’t you buy some three days ago?”

“We finished that one.”

As they walked upward, speaking, they soon entered the Cloud-Crowned Palace.

At that moment, Yan Shuyi sat barefoot on a long-furred carpet, frowning at the several dishes before her, her expression showing clear reluctance.

Just then, Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu stepped into the hall.

The former placed the letter on the table; the latter unwrapped the chili oil and placed it among the dishes.

“Letter?”

“From Shengjing. Ji Young Master seems to have temporarily ended his seclusion.”

Yan Shuyi opened the letter, her eyes scanning the characters line by line.

The little disciple of Tian Shu Academy wrote that he had passed the eighth gate of Flesh Beyond Limit and was now pondering the next gate, so he went to Shengjing to gather materials.

Since returning to the mountain, Yan Shuyi had also been pushing toward her next realm—but she still lacked something, while that dog clearly advanced faster than her.

If he truly surpassed her, then next time they met, he could use whatever position he wanted.

The young Lady of the Mirror felt the threat radiating from the words, and involuntarily narrowed her eyes.

Seeing this, Zhuo Wanqiu curiously asked: “What did Ji Young Master write?”

“He went to Shengjing to prepare for his next breakthrough.”

“Shengjing? I heard the Yaozu delegation went there too—did Ji Young Master see them? I’ve never seen the real appearance of Yaozu .”

Yan Shuyi glanced aside, thinking: Appearance? Hmph—he’s seen her tail already.