Mo Yuntian is not dead

"Mother, Xiner's health is getting stronger and stronger. Uncle Bailian is also teaching her cultivation, and Grandmaster Shi is also teaching her," Su Xin happily said, looking up with a sweet smile. As long as her illness is cured, her mother won't have to worry about her anymore, and she won't frequently faint anymore. It's great!

"Did Xiner thank them?" Su Zimo gently pinched her daughter's rosy cheeks, beaming with joy.

Mu Yunhan watched the mother and daughter happily from the side, realizing that his older brother's persistence was right after all.

"You two continue talking, I'll prepare the medicinal bath. We mustn't miss the timing," Li Zifu said as he got up.

"No trouble, Master Shi," Su Zimo quickly stood up as well.

"Xiner is the one inheriting my teachings, so I naturally have to care for her," Li Zifu left with a happy smile.

Mu Yunhan sat across from Su Zimo and suddenly said, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry!"

Mu Yunhan's unexpected apology left Su Zimo feeling puzzled.

"Why suddenly apologize?"

"Back then, Yunhan brought you to Yun City without your consent, so Yunhan owes you an apology!" he explained.

Upon hearing this, Su Zimo smiled and said, "Perhaps that was the beginning of fate between me and your older brother. If you hadn't brought me back to Yun City back then, none of this would have happened."

"So, Yunhan actually did a good thing?" Mu Yunhan said with his mouth, but deep down, he was hesitant to admit it. At the beginning, there was still some resentment from his sister-in-law towards their Yun City.

"Maybe?" Su Zimo replied vaguely.

After finishing lunch, Li Zifu prepared the medicinal bath and returned to take Su Xin to soak in the divine pool. By the time they finished, it was already evening, and Su Xin had to return to Sanqing Mountain with Li Zifu.

After dinner, Murong Shaofeng left for Mingyue Villa due to some matters.

Nalan Lixuan also left when he saw Murong Shaofeng was about to go.

Tomorrow would be the fifteenth, and Su Zimo knew that Mo Wuya would come to cause trouble for Yun City. Although Mu Yunxuan didn't say anything to her, she still planned to stay one night in Yun City before returning, as there were still many misunderstandings to be cleared up.

Nalan Wenhao's family also decided to stay.

Mu Yufeng was a few years older than Nalan Wenhao, but the two got along well and had a lively conversation.

Junzi accompanied Sutu Ruoyan and they had a pleasant time exploring Yun City.

Su Li and Su Qi, Nalan Yi, and Murong Yibo played together with Mu Yunhan and Mu Yunfan.

That night, in the Cloud Pavilion of Yunxiao Palace, Mu Yunxuan's bedroom.

Su Zimo looked around and couldn't help but exclaim, "Yunxuan, your bedroom is so magnificent and spacious. It makes me feel like you're living in half of my Mingyue Villa. It really inconveniences you."

Mu Yunxuan, who was organizing account books, stopped and looked up at her with a smile. "If you like it, we can come back to Yun City to live."

Su Zimo's gaze flickered, not responding immediately.

Mu Yunxuan's heart sank. Was Mo'er still resistant to Yun City?

He walked towards her in big strides and said, "Mo'er..."

"Oh! Isn't this my ring design on the table?" Su Zimo keenly noticed the couple ring design on the table.

Hearing her words, Mu Yunxuan smiled gently and said, "Mo'er, you said this couple ring carries great meaning, right?"

"So what?" Su Zimo looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Mu Yunxuan smiled mysteriously and said, "It's a secret."

"Hehe!" Su Zimo couldn't help but laugh at his mysterious expression.

"Mo'er."

Mu Yunxuan placed his hands on her shoulders and gazed at her with deep affection.

Suddenly, Su Zimo became uneasy.

"What, what's wrong?"

Watching her dodge and look adorable, Mu Yunxuan's smile became even more gentle.

"Mo'er, would you like to go to the place where we first met?"

Su Zimo raised her head abruptly, and in a displeased tone, said, "Mu Yunxuan, are you crazy? Going out at this hour to find bad luck? Or do you want me to fall off a cliff again?"

"So, Mo'er, you react so strongly. Can't accept being in..."

"Shut up, Mu Yunxuan."

Seeing that Mu Yunxuan had seen through her, Su Zimo had an embarrassed look on her face. Can any woman accept that?

Mu Yunxuan couldn't help but smile and said softly, "Mo'er, that was one of the most unforgettable nights of our lives."

"Uh!" Su Zimo turned her face away. She hadn't thought of it that way.

"By the way, Yunxuan, can you tell me about the grudge between your Mu family and the Demon Capital? Last time on Sanqing Mountain, it seemed like Mo Wuya wanted to kill you?"

At the mention of the Demon Capital, a cold gleam flashed across Mu Yunxuan's face.

He pulled Su Zimo and sat down on the soft couch.

"Mo'er, do you know people from the Demon Capital?" he asked.

"Mo Wuya is my master," Su Zimo openly admitted.

"Mo Wuya isn't dead?" Mu Yunxuan exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, my master is at the bottom of Fengding Cliff, in Mingyue Villa. He saved me when I fell off the cliff," Su Zimo explained.

"This is strange. I remember when I was fifteen years old, one night, Mo Wuya from the Demon Capital suddenly invaded Yun City. His purpose was simple, to reach the burial ground at Fengding Cliff. The buried individuals there are the eldest sons of the Mu family from various generations. Naturally, it's not something anyone can enter at will. My father and I chased after him to Fengding Cliff, but when Mo Wuya was inside the graveyard, he circled around and suddenly jumped off the cliff. Since then, he disappeared without a trace. And his son, Mo Wuya, has always believed that our Mu family killed his father, so whenever the Demon Capital appears, Mo Wuya sends people to assassinate me. Tomorrow night is their once-a-year appearance in the mortal realm, which lasts for about half a month. So, every year, he comes to Yun City for the assassination attempt. However, in all these years, he has never succeeded. Another thing is that Mo Wuya wasn't killed by our Mu family. For the sake of revealing the truth, I spared his life multiple times," Mu Yunxuan explained.

"How could it be like this?" Su Zimo felt a hint of confusion in her heart.

"My master and I lived in Mingyue Villa for more than three years. He only told me about the Demon Capital and never mentioned anything about your Mu family. But since my master is alive, why isn't he in the Demon Capital and instead living in Mingyue Villa?" Su Zimo couldn't understand.

"The most puzzling thing is his purpose for going to the Mu family's graveyard," Mu Yunxuan said, leaning closer to Su Zimo.

"Mo'er, you didn't sleep last night, so rest earlier tonight," he suggested.

"With such a major enemy at hand, you still have the mind to sleep?" Su Zimo looked at him with amusement.

"A Mo Wuya is not a significant enemy to me," Mu Yunxuan said.

Scooping Su Zimo up, Mu Yunxuan carried her towards the bed. Su Zimo didn't struggle; she was indeed a bit tired.

In the study room of the Sanwang Residence.

Murong Shaofeng and Junzi sat facing each other.

The fragrance of tea filled the air from the cups in front of them.

Their calculating gazes met.

"Sanwangye, I heard that Su Zimo went to Yun City. The defense at Mingyue Villa tonight shouldn't be too strict, right?" Murong Shaofeng asked casually.

Junzi smirked, "Does King Yu really think that the Eight Profound Artifacts are in Su Zimo's treasure vault?"

"Only Su Zimo knows the whereabouts of the Eight Profound Artifacts. Why don't we take a gamble?"

"Instead of caring about the Eight Profound Artifacts, King Yu, why not think of more strategies? Using the Eight Profound Artifacts to rise to power is not reliable," Junzi said dismissively.

Junzi didn't really care about the Eight Profound Artifacts. With the Lingxia in his possession, he didn't need to go after distant goals.

His mind was now focused on surpassing Mu Yunxuan in cultivation. When the time came, Su Zimo wouldn't matter. He would easily claim the throne of the Haoyue Kingdom.

Murong Shaofeng glanced at Junzi, a meaningful look in his eyes. "Sanwangye can see that as he grows older, he becomes more obsessed with power and unwilling to relinquish the throne, let alone give up his position."

Upon hearing this, Junzi didn't find it surprising at all.

He nodded and said, "Isn't this giving King Yu more time to fulfill his grand plans? The more time he has, the greater his chances of success."

Murong Shaofeng looked at Junzi with a profound gaze. "In this regard, this prince and Sanwangye stand on the same side, don't we?"

The same side? Junzi coldly smiled. How could they be on the same side? He, Junzi, would use his own strength to seize the throne eventually.

As for the current King Yu, he had to kill Murong Shaofeng before he could have a chance.

Seeing through his intentions and capabilities, only then would Junzi cooperate with him. People with common goals could understand each other.

What Junzi wanted was to ensure the continuation of imperial power. No matter how great the obstacles were, he would pay any price to establish it.

To twist away the support of Jun Shaochen, his arm had to become stronger.

"Why is Sanwangye silent?" Murong Shaofeng felt a bit strange. Wasn't Junzi interested in the Eight Profound Artifacts?

"I understand what King Yu means by approaching me tonight. Let's put aside whether there are Eight Profound Artifacts in the treasure vault for now. King Yu, are you really confident that you can defeat the Twelve Fiends of Mingyue Villa?" Murong Shaofeng knew about Murong Shaofeng's invasion of the treasure vault and Su Zimo's subsequent expulsion from Mingyue Villa six years ago. He wondered how Su Zimo had changed since then.

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