The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 118: The Mortal Realm Is Temporarily Inhospitable

Chapter 118: The Mortal Realm Is Temporarily Inhospitable

However, upon hearing these words, Yan Luo’s beautiful face was tinged with anger.

Her fingertips gathered an unknown force, resembling a whip that lashed out at Xuanyuan Cang, instantly causing his skin to split open.

Xuanyuan Cang gasped, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, but he dared not cry out in pain.

"It was you who exchanged his fate back then, not allowing any harm to befall him," Yan Luo said coldly. "All along, the one I wanted to kill was Chu Nanli."

If she could have done it herself, there would have been no need for such a convoluted scheme.

When she saw Nanli about to obtain the Spirit Pearl earlier, she acted impulsively and sent an assassin.

Fortunately, Ye Siheng successfully intervened, otherwise she would have ignited a fire that would have consumed her own karma.

However, years of planning were not in vain.

At least the Spirit Pearl was tainted with malevolent energy, allowing her to easily shatter it.

Xuanyuan Cang lowered his head and said, "I am incompetent. I couldn’t help Immortal Lord eliminate the thorn in his side this time, but next time... next time, I will definitely assist Immortal Lord in accomplishing this."

Because this was not only Immortal Lord’s grudge anymore. He also wanted to seek revenge against Nanli, to make her suffer!

Yan Luo stared at him with icy eyes, devoid of any emotion.

"Very well, I will trust you once again." She formed a seal with her right hand, touching his forehead, erasing a portion of his memories, and then sent him back to the mortal realm.

The wind blew, rustling the leaves.

A chill swept over them.

The attendant appeared once again, bowing slightly and said, "Master, you can rest assured. The Spirit Pearl has shattered, greatly weakening Nanli’s power."

"Hmm," Yan Luo furrowed her brows.

"It’s a pity that they still need to conceive a child. Only then can I truly be at ease."

"They are already betrothed, and conceiving a child is only a matter of time. Master, there is no need to worry," the attendant reassured.

Yan Luo nodded.

"Let’s go back. The mortal realm is temporarily inhospitable. If I stay too long, I might be detected by others, tainted by the mortal world’s aura."

Another gust of wind swept by, and their figures disappeared.

Second Crown Prince Ye Chengbo had invited trouble into the palace, and although Emperor Muwu was furious, he couldn’t help but feel some sympathy for Ye Chengbo’s suffering before his death.

Therefore, he gave him a proper burial befitting a prince.

The courtiers had experienced a life-and-death situation and grumbled in their hearts, but praised Emperor Muwu’s wisdom on the surface.

Although the eldest prince was still imprisoned, the Lady of Bright Deportment of Yang had just revealed her pregnancy, making him the only prince of the current dynasty.

Hence, many ministers openly or secretly spoke up for Ye Chengyan, hoping to be remembered by him and Empress Xie.

Emperor Muwu was well aware of their intentions and couldn’t help but feel a headache.

Feeling unwell, he summoned Ye Siheng to the palace to help him deal with the mountain of documents.

Ye Siheng read through them quickly, coming up with solutions in no time, occasionally discussing important matters with Emperor Muwu.

Their brotherhood had always been strong.

But today, when Emperor Muwu was clearly fine, still sitting there with a chessboard, Ye Siheng quickly put down the documents and said coldly, "Since there is nothing urgent, Your Highness, I will take my leave."

"Ah, no, no, stay a little longer," Emperor Muwu put down the chess pieces and persuaded him to stay.

Ye Siheng was just making excuses.

Even helping with the document review occasionally made his eyes sore, let alone Emperor Muwu, who had been reviewing them day after day for years.

He said, "I really can only stay for a moment longer. I have to go to the Marquis of Anyang’s residence later."

Emperor Muwu stopped playing chess altogether, his eyes brightened.

"Is Sixth Miss feeling better?"

"She’s doing well," Ye Siheng replied.

On the day when she unexpectedly coughed up blood, Nanli appeared to be in her usual state the following day, with no abnormalities in her pulse.

However, she felt somewhat melancholic due to the shattered bead she had held tightly since birth.

He naturally understood her emotions, which is why he had been frequently visiting the Anyang Marquis Mansion to keep her company.

"That’s good," Emperor Muwu nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, you two are already betrothed. Why not let the Imperial Palace Bureau begin preparations for your wedding? The sooner you marry and bear a son, the better. You’re not young anymore!"

Ye Siheng raised his head, his pitch-black eyes fixed on Emperor Muwu.

"You have designs on my son."

This thought was instantly exposed by Ye Siheng, and Emperor Muwu no longer concealed it.

He faced him directly and said, "I have been unfortunate, with only two sons. However, one has committed a grave mistake and is imprisoned, while the other conspired with a foreign country and lost his life. I have been thinking that the Crown Prince, with his inadequate abilities, is unable to stabilize the Mu Nation. After a hundred years, I wish to pass on the throne..."

"Crown Brother," Ye Siheng interrupted with a snap, closing the document directly, his expression displeased.

"Your younger brother does not wish to spend his days reviewing documents in the palace, and neither does he want his son to do the same."

Emperor Muwu’s mind screamed in frustration.

Did he really want this to happen?!

Ye Siheng immediately saw through his thoughts.

"If Crown Brother is unwilling, you should not have competed with the Fifth Brother in the first place."

Emperor Muwu sighed, "When a knife is at one’s throat, does one have a choice?"

His fifth brother was naturally cruel and violent, only capable of killing the defeated. They wouldn’t even have the chance to become idle princes.

But things weren’t any better now.

He had inherited the Mu Nation from the late emperor, and now his son was disappointing him.

He was truly distressed.

Ye Siheng said, "In fact, the Crown Prince’s abilities are not lacking. With support and cultivation, he should be no worse than Crown Brother."

Emperor Muwu looked at him suspiciously. "Are you speaking honestly?"

"Yes," Ye Siheng replied earnestly, evidently afraid that Emperor Muwu wouldn’t believe him.

Emperor Muwu muttered, "I don’t think so. Look at Beihan, Yan’er is only slightly more studious and steady than him, but he is completely unreliable."

The incident involving Yan Chengyan almost caused a catastrophe, and it remained a shadow in his heart.

"That should be enough," Ye Siheng said.

If he were like Xie Beihan, his Crown Brother would have a good cry.

He needed to leave the palace soon, so he quickened his pace and reviewed a few more documents.

When he saw the report that Xuanyuan Cang had already returned to the foreign country, he couldn’t help squinting his eyes.

"Strange, I had set up numerous checkpoints to capture Xuanyuan Cang, yet he returned to the foreign country on the second day of the incident."

"What?" Emperor Muwu was also surprised.

The eunuch supervisor handed over the report for him to review.

After reading it, Emperor Muwu exclaimed, "Could it be that the woman who saved Xuanyuan Cang also possesses a teleportation talisman?"

"Perhaps," Ye Siheng vaguely felt that the woman was familiar.

But where did this sense of familiarity come from?

He pondered left and right, unable to find an answer.

His head began to ache, so he reluctantly gave up trying to force himself to think further.

"That woman is likely from the Qi Kingdom’s Taixu Palace," Emperor Muwu said in a deep voice.

"The White-Browed Taoist of Taixu Palace is formidable.

According to the intelligence, both Ni Kun and Ming Xu were disciples of the White-Browed Taoist. Coincidentally, his fourth disciple is a woman."

He wondered who was more formidable, that female disciple or the Sixth Miss.

Ye Siheng shook his head gently. "It shouldn’t be. The woman’s techniques that day were unique. She didn’t use any talismans but was able to disappear into thin air. It shows that her strength is even higher."