章 60: Untitled

編集者: Atlas Studios

The atmosphere in the grand hall of the Wei Estate was especially odd.

Above, Wei Guoting sat rigidly upright, his usually fearless and heartless face now filled with small beads of perspiration, and underneath his sleeves, his hands alternated between being tightly gripped and released, looking doomed.

Below, on his left, Wei Shirong and Zhao Xinrou sat side by side, looking like they were facing a great enemy. Wei Shirong kept swirling the teacup in his hand, not knowing that the tea within it had spilled. Zhao Xinrou was holding a handkerchief with both hands as she hung her pale face down…

However, the person responsible for causing this scene sat at ease above. His black robe made him look as mysterious and powerful as a devil as he looked down upon the world with the aura of an emperor. His peerlessly handsome face was mild and emotionless and his lonely and cold eyes were deep, profound, and untelling like the night sky.

"What brings the Cloud King to our Wei Estate?" Under immense pressure, Wei Guoting finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"I feel that the Wei Estate has good scenery and wanted to drop by." Mo Yunhuang's sword-like brows lifted slightly as he spoke with his sexy voice.

Hearing this, an understanding smile appeared on Wei Guoting's face, yet he couldn't help but curse in his heart. The scenery at the Wei Estate was good? Oh Cloud King, how did you tell? In the entire West Capital, scenery better than theirs was everywhere—why did he choose their Wei Estate?

Wei Guoting was on the brink of tears. He really wanted to know just how did he get himself involved with this devil?

"From the looks of Old General Wei, it seems like you're not that keen to have me here?" Just when Wei Guoting was cursing and resenting in his heart, Mo Yunhuang's voice rang again, instantly scaring Wei Guoting and sending a chill down his spine.

"No, no, not at all!" Wei Guoting immediately waved his hand in denial, looking flustered. He couldn't understand how the person before him wasn't old—of similar age as Ziyu—yet he felt immense pressure facing him?

"I guess I thought too much." Mo Yunhuang's sexy lips curled up slightly into a smile.

Feeling even more pressurized, Wei Guoting didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but secretly wipe the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve…

Dear God, please move this deity away! Their Wei Estate really made for a temple too small to hold this esteemed deity!

"You didn't think too much, the Wei Estate doesn't welcome you!" As if Wei Guoting's inner prayers and thoughts were answered, a clear voice came from outside of the hall.

Hearing this, Wei Guoting and the rest were stunned as they instinctively looked towards the entrance. As for Mo Yunhuang, when he heard this voice, his lips curled up with a tinge of evilness and his purple eyes glowed…

Zihou's face was cold and unfriendly. She walked into the grand hall with big strides, her eyes fixated on Mo Yunhuang.

Her white skirting moved elegantly with her actions. As she had become more powerful, she was even more peerlessly beautiful and exquisite—like a snow lotus in full bloom, more gorgeous than anything.

When Wei Guoting and the rest saw Zihou, their eyes all flashed in shock. It had only been three days and this girl actually stunned them once again, becoming even more beautiful and powerful, much to their surprise.

However, their surprise was short-lived and quickly replaced by fear. What did this girl just say? Would it enrage the devil…

With their hearts shaken, they instinctively looked towards Mo Yunhuang. Yet, that man sat elegantly with an evil and seductive smile without the least bit of anger…

"Hou-er, you're here?" Mo Yunhuang's joyful voice was even sexier. The smile on his face became even more charming as his shimmering purple eyes filled up with deep affection.

Erm…

Wei Guoting and the other two were lost.

What was this about? Why did they feel that this devil seemed to know their girl very well?

Thus, their scorching gazes turned in unison towards Zihou, looking for an answer.

Zihou received her grandfather's and parents' burning glances and felt deeply helpless. She didn't know it either? Who knew what this jerk, Mo Yunhuang, was up to again?

"Do I know you very well? Who allowed you to call me like this?" Clearing her throat, Zihou did her best to put up a solemn face and said in an unfriendly manner.

"Hou-er, you…" The expression on Mo Yunhuang's face changed rapidly, like the flipping of pages in a book. His original smiley and affectionate face had already changed into a confused and depressed one.

"That night, you obviously still…" Mo Yunhuang got up suddenly, looking like he was recalling something and questioning her at the same time…

That night? Obviously still?

What exactly happened that night?

Mo Yunhuang's words were indeed too misleading. They made one uncontrollably imagine a romantic moonlit scene, a scene that made one's face flush at the thought of it…

Obviously, Wei Guoting and the two had exceptional intelligence and read more into it.

"Hou-er, you…" What could you have done to the Cloud King? Wei Guoting's face was filled with shock and fear. Wei Shirong and his wife looked longingly at Zihou, waiting for her reply.

At this point, Zihou's face was already completely darkened.

That night? What did she do that night? Did he come to her courtyard shamelessly that night, asked her some idiotic questions like a madman, and eventually got tricked by her?

This man was indeed petty and narrow-minded. It was obviously his fault and he still wanted to seek revenge—indeed despicable!

Cursing Mo Yunhuang from the top of her head to the tip of her toes in her heart once again, Zihou's face was so black that ink almost seeped through!

"Mo Yunhuang, what nonsense are you spouting? I'm warning you—you better quickly scram, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Zihou fumed. Not only was the man before her bullshitting, his penetrating expression made it seem like what he said was real!

"How dare you be disrespectful to my Lord—you're courting death!" Cold Moon, who had been in an invisible state, said coldly, her chilly voice filled with ferocity…

"Ha, I can't see how I'm courting death?" Zihou glanced at Cold Moon and sneered.

"You don't know what's good for you!" Cold Moon's face dimmed as she drew her sword towards…

"Cold Moon, go and receive your punishment!" Mo Yunhuang's deep voice seemed to have originated from hell and triggered one's goosebumps.

"My Lord!" Cold Moon immediately retracted her sword and knelt down. However, she held her head up high in resentment.

"Don't make me repeat myself!" Mo Yunhuang face was icy cold, his voice deeply oppressive, and he looked all overbearing and devil-like, making one not help but submit.

Zihou had never seen this side of Mo Yunhuang's. When she was concerned, Mo Yunhuang had always had a very mean and despicable image. Besides occasionally revealing that emperor- and devil-like side, he didn't leave much of an impression on her. However, after he revealed such a side to him, she now realized that this man was actually a decisive, ruthless, and extremely heartless person!

Anyone who trifled with him would definitely suffer a horrible death!

"Yes." Regardless of how unwilling Cold Moon was, she had no choice but to back down…

"Hou-er, I won't blame you for what you did to me that night. Actually, you don't have to reproach yourself either." After Cold Moon backed down, that evil and seductive smile appeared on Mo Yunhuang's face again. To Zihou, regardless of how gorgeous that was, it was also very annoying.

Ah ah ah!

Who could tell them what happened that night?

Wei Guoting and the two of them had their hearts roaring. It was related to their girl's innocence and… chastity. They really wanted to know what exactly happened that night?

If the matter today involved any other man, they would have gone up and interrogated him with force way earlier. However, to their dismay, the male lead was such a powerful and mysterious devil that they would never have dared to question, much less interrogate with force…

Thus, the three of them could only place their hopes on Zihou.

Zihou was still on the verge of raging.

"Mo Yunhuang, that's enough! Didn't I merely administer aphrodisiac to you that night?" Zihou frowned and said with a cold face.

Erm…

Wei Guoting and the other two were stunned once again.

Aphrodisiac?

Alright, the highly intelligent trio uncontrollably conceived this scene in their heads: their girl coveted the Cloud King's peerless looks and gorgeousness and administered aphrodisiac to claim him as her own…

After thinking hard, the three of them looked at Zihou with stiff expressions and slightly complicated and varied emotions…

Above, on Mo Yunhuang's peerlessly handsome face was a slight smile. In the depths of his purple glowing eyes, the cunningness of an accomplished sly old fox glimmered…

"Hou-er, since you've said it, at such a stage, I think we should both be responsible for this!" Mo Yunhuang released the smile on his face and put on an extremely awkward expression.

At this moment, Zihou really wanted to look up at the sky and howl. What exactly was this nonsense, why was it getting messier and more ridiculous as they spoke? What was with this jerk's unwilling and difficult expression?

"Mo Yunhuang…" Zihou roared his name through her gritted teeth, clenching her fists. However, before she could speak, Mo Yunhuang interrupted her with his clapping…

Along with Mo Yunhuang's clapping came three sturdy men in black, one after another. Each of them held a tray, covered by a red handkerchief, in their hands.

"Greetings to my Lord, my Lady, Old General Wei, General Wei, and Madam Wei!" As they walked, the three of them got down on one knee as they greeted the few people in the hall politely.

My… Lady?

Who?

Her?!

Receiving the looks coming at her from all directions, Zihou's face, which had been thick-skinned for more than twenty years, turned red for the first time. She glared angrily at Mo Yunhuang, wanting to retort, but was once again too slow and could only stomp her feet in anger…