Lin Ze glanced at You Yiran, then kowtowed once more before the ancestral tablet with a pitiful look, like a bullied little wife, and said, “Mother, did you see that? She scolded me and won’t let me call you ‘Mother.’ Can’t you appear in her dreams tonight and deal with her a little?”
At that, You Yiran exploded with anger. She raised her delicate jade hand, ready to slap this shameless scoundrel to death!
“Mother, look! She’s trying to hit me again!” Lin Ze howled miserably.
You Yiran felt a sharp ache in her liver, her chest heaving intensely in rage. “You’re unbelievable!” she snapped.
Lin Ze slowly stood up and said with a righteous tone, “Wife, did I say anything wrong? We’re about to get married—your mother is my mother too, right?”
“I knelt beside you in front of her memorial. What was I supposed to say? ‘Ma’am, I came to see you today’?”
“That would’ve been disrespectful!”
“If her spirit is watching, she would’ve fainted from anger!”
“Wife, tell me, was I wrong?”
“You… you…” You Yiran was momentarily speechless.
By that logic, it did make some sense. They were getting married tomorrow—what else should Lin Ze call her mother?
You Yiran pursed her lips. Halfway through the argument, she realized she might be the one in the wrong. Her imposing tone weakened instantly.
But she was proud and refused to admit fault. Her mind turned quickly, and suddenly she remembered something very important.
Who said her mother was dead?
She was only missing for a few hundred years!
You Yiran’s eyes widened as she shouted, “You’re cursing my mother dead?! You want a beating!”
With that, she raised her foot and kicked at Lin Ze.
A sneak attack from someone at the 9th stage Martial Emperor Realm—how could a mere Martial Master like Lin Ze resist?
Bang!
As expected, Lin Ze was sent flying 3 to 4 meters away with a single kick.
Though it didn’t physically hurt at all, it was utterly humiliating!
He got up, glaring at You Yiran with wide eyes.
“What? Not convinced?” You Yiran raised her chin proudly, looking unreasonable. “I’m the Empress. If I want to bully you, what can you do about it?”
How could anyone put up with that?
Lin Ze yelled, “Fine, you win! I give in!”
You Yiran’s mouth twitched. This man… really could endure.
She put her veil back on and turned to leave.
Just as she turned around, Lin Ze suddenly rushed up and grabbed her arm.
“Let go!”
You Yiran’s voice was low and cold.
You Yiran frowned, about to refuse, but when she saw how serious he looked, her words changed to, “Let go first, then talk.”
This time, Lin Ze didn’t take advantage of the situation. He let go obediently and stood properly in front of her.
He took a deep breath and said, “Will you come with me back to the Azure Spirit Holy Land?”
You Yiran didn’t hesitate, “You want to go? Then go by yourself.”
Lin Ze’s brows furrowed deeply, and his tone dropped. “No. We have to go together.”
“You haven’t served tea to my father yet!”
You Yiran snorted, “Don’t forget your identity—you’re the live-in son-in-law.”
“Even so, my father is still your father-in-law. What’s the harm in serving him tea and making him happy?”
“Heh~” You Yiran scoffed as she continued walking out. “Father-in-law? You ever seen a father-in-law who’d spend 100 million spirit stones to hire assassins to kill his daughter-in-law?”
“Don’t think I don’t know what your Azure Spirit Holy Land has been doing behind the scenes.”
Her tone suddenly turned icy.
“That assassin named Jing Ke snuck into Netherveil Palace for days—stealing maps, digging tunnels. Idiot.”
“Just last night, 300 Martial Saints from Azure Cloud Continent charged straight to the Netherveil border. What was that? A plan to kill me?”
You Yiran stopped and turned to look at Lin Ze, her voice filled with anger and disappointment.
“Tell me—have I treated you poorly?”
“Even though I took your first time, I gave you a title! The Empress’s husband!”
“No one in the entire Nine Provinces Continent would dare touch you!”
“I gave you the best chamber in the palace, and let you use the cultivation resources of Netherveil Palace however you wanted. Was that not enough?”
Her voice rose with each word, until she was shouting in fury.
In her heart, she felt she had been more than kind to Lin Ze—she had shown him immense tolerance.
But in return, the Azure Cloud Continent issued a kill order, and Lin Ze kept pushing his luck.
She clenched her fists tightly, suppressing the killing intent in her heart, then flung her sleeves and left in anger.
Only Lin Ze was left behind, standing frozen in place.
…
That night.
Lin Ze had Er Hu call Jing Ke over.
Jing Ke appeared in full assassin gear, cocky as ever. “This outfit is a family heirloom! A treasured assassin robe that conceals my aura and hides my presence. As long as I wear this, no one can detect me!”
Lin Ze lifted his leg and kicked him straight in the butt. “Cut the crap!”
Sensing Lin Ze’s foul mood, Jing Ke immediately quieted down. He thought Lin Ze had been tormented by You Yiran again and declared, “That demonic woman is vicious, making our Holy Son suffer. I swear I’ll eliminate her and avenge you!” Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Lin Ze rolled up his sleeves and charged at him. “You little brat, stay right there! I’m going to beat the hell out of you today!”
Er Hu quickly pulled him back, “Whoa whoa… Holy Son, we’re all family here! Calm down!”
Lin Ze huffed with rage. Now he finally understood why You Yiran had become colder toward him in the past few days.
Anyone would be furious if their sincerity was repaid with betrayal!
Now that he knew the full story, Lin Ze felt that You Yiran was practically a saint for not killing him already.
He stretched out his hand. “Hand it over!”
Jing Ke blinked nervously. “Hand over what?”
Lin Ze shouted, “The transmission stone! The one you used to contact my father!”
Jing Ke was terrified and didn’t hesitate. He pulled the stone from his robe and handed it over.
Lin Ze grabbed it, injected his internal force, and activated it. “Dad, it’s me!”
“Cancel the kill order. Don’t send anyone else to assassinate your good daughter-in-law!”
“I’ll bring her back soon to meet you. Let her serve you tea.”
“Trust me!”
After speaking, Lin Ze crushed the transmission stone in his hand.
Then he grabbed Jing Ke by the shoulder and gritted his teeth. “Take off that night outfit. From tomorrow on, you’ll follow me like Er Hu—as a bodyguard. Got it?”
Jing Ke nodded like a madman, “Got it! Got it!”
Lin Ze finally let out a long breath. “Alright. Go get the groom’s robe. I need to try it on.”
He changed into the bright red groom’s robe and turned a few times in front of the bronze mirror.
“Not bad. Pretty handsome.”
Jing Ke clapped enthusiastically. “Holy Son looks dashing in anything!”
Er Hu snorted, “Bullshit! Holy Son looks hot even without clothes!”
“Get lost!”
“Yes, sir!”
Er Hu and Jing Ke dashed out the door.
Tonight, Holy Son’s mood was terrible. It was best to leave him alone.
“Prince Consort, Grand Alchemist Shangguan invites you to her room.”
A maid stood outside and called softly.
Lin Ze scratched his head, confused. Why was Auntie calling for him at night?