Outside the door, Su Moli’s face was pale. She had once been a glorious prodigy, becoming a direct disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect at the age of twelve, with a future full of promise. But at her core, she was still just a young girl barely coming of age. The stagnation of her cultivation had already left her heartbroken. Now, her future in-laws had come to break off the engagement—a deep blow to the dignity of any girl in her prime.
“Big Sister.” A small hand grabbed Su Moli’s. She looked down and met a pair of bright, clear black eyes. “Yun’er, what is it?”
Su Yun sucked on a candy. “Big Sister, do you really want to get married?”
Su Moli hesitated for a moment, then answered, “Of course I do.”
Su Yun blinked. “Third Sister, be honest. Do you want to get married, or do you want to marry that Holy Son from Radiant Light Holy Land?”
Su Moli fell silent.
Su Yun understood her thoughts. He kicked open the door to the front hall and shouted, “Mother!”
Everyone turned to see a child and immediately showed expressions of disdain.
“This Su family can’t even control their children.”
“And this is the Marquis of the Grand Qian Empire? Hard to believe.”
“The Holy Son breaking off the engagement is the right choice. A small household like this isn’t worthy of our Holy Land.”
Xi Yaoyue was surprised. “Yun’er, why are you here? Go back. This isn’t a place for you.”
He was only three years old—how could he understand the stakes involved in marriage and alliances?
But Su Yun stood firmly. “Mother, if the Radiant Light Holy Land wants to break the engagement, then let them.”
Su Moli stood at the doorway, face anxious. She didn’t know whether to go in or stay out.
Chu Lingxiao laughed. “Heh, this little baby at least knows his place.”
Xi Yaoyue looked at the child. “What do you understand!”
She was unwilling to break off the engagement. The Radiant Light Holy Land was a powerful clan. Su Moli had taken a cold poison for that Holy Son. If he was willing to repay that favor, it would be a worthy marriage. Though she was reluctant, her daughter would eventually have to marry.
Su Yun said in his babyish voice, “Mother, Sister doesn’t want to marry that person.”
Xi Yaoyue almost twisted his ear. “How do you know?”
She had previously asked Su Moli directly. Her daughter’s eyes were filled with hope and longing—how could that be faked? For her daughter’s happiness, Xi Yaoyue felt the engagement must continue.
“Leave now. This is a conversation for adults, don’t interrupt.” She patted Su Yun on the back, trying to push him away.
Xi Yaoyue paused and turned back instinctively.
Su Moli’s expression was tangled with hesitation. Step by step, she walked heavily into the hall.
Seeing the scornful eyes from the Radiant Light Holy Land made her feel even worse.
Su Yun let go of the table and ran up, hugging her leg. “Third Sister, you say it yourself. Do you want to marry that man or not?”
Chu Lingxiao frowned. “What do you mean, ‘that man’?”
Su Yun stuck out his tongue. “Do you want to marry that stinky man?”
“You—!” Chu Lingxiao slammed the table in anger. But seeing the child barely reach his knees, he angrily sat back down. He couldn’t really bully a three-year-old child.
Xi Yaoyue noticed something and her cluttered thoughts cleared up. She held Su Moli’s hand. “Moli, do you have something else in mind? Tell me.”
Su Moli opened her mouth, but thousands of words caught in her throat.
“Third Sister!” Su Yun clung to her leg. “You’ve got me. Say whatever you want.”
Looking at his precocious little face, Su Moli felt a warm surge in her heart. She let out a chuckle and suddenly found her courage.
“Mother! I don’t want to marry that Holy Son from Radiant Light Holy Land at all!”
“Please help me break off the engagement!”
Xi Yaoyue’s pupils shrank, and she took a deep breath. “Daughter, are you sure?”
She needed to be sure this wasn’t a momentary decision made out of shame.
Su Moli blushed slightly. “Mother, I did fantasize about getting married, but I never imagined who it would be with. That Holy Son from Radiant Light is just someone at the 5th stage cultivation realm, with minor comprehension of a Great Dao. I’m an inner disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect and the personal disciple of Daoist Qingheng! Why would I like him?”
Xi Yaoyue’s heart skipped a beat, and a wave of deep regret flooded her.
She was wrong—completely wrong. She had nearly made a terrible mistake.
What girl doesn’t long for love? At this age, both boys and girls fantasize about romance. Especially girls—dreaming of wearing a phoenix crown and marrying a beloved husband, living a sweet and tender life.
But that dream doesn’t require a specific person. Su Moli had only been imagining marriage itself, not Chu Lingxiao.
Xi Yaoyue’s ears rang, and her vision blurred. She had nearly misunderstood her daughter and forced her into a marriage she didn’t want.
She looked down at Su Yun with mixed emotions. “Yun’er… very good.”
This three-year-old child didn’t understand emotions, but he could keenly sense something was wrong.
Xi Yaoyue felt grateful—and even sweeter inside. Her child was truly wonderful. This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
Chu Lingxiao from the Radiant Light Holy Land was displeased. “Just 5th stage? Hmph, a low-level cultivator stuck in the 3rd stage dares to speak so arrogantly?”
“Hmph!” Now that Su Moli had spoken her mind, she no longer held back. Her former restraint and anxiety vanished. The lively and bold girl was back.
She looked at him with disdain. “Stop talking nonsense. Are you even handsome?”
Chu Lingxiao was stunned and subconsciously touched his face. “I’m not handsome?”
As the Holy Son, he took all sorts of refined pills and medicines—his appearance really wasn’t bad. But now…
Su Moli picked up Su Yun and kissed his chubby face. “Are you more handsome than my little brother?”
“Marriage is about looks and character. You’re not even close to my brother!”
Chu Lingxiao was furious. “Nonsense!”
He turned to yell, “Granny Yinhe, Daoist Jinhe, aren’t I better looking than that brat?”
The people from Radiant Light Holy Land looked at one another awkwardly, their eyes darting around.
These high-level cultivators usually reacted faster than lightning. But at this moment, they remained silent for three full seconds before someone weakly answered, “Holy Son is a bit more handsome.”
“Pfft!” Su Moli burst into laughter.
There was no one else in the hall—who was Chu Lingxiao trying to fool with such self-deception?
“You people—!” Chu Lingxiao’s rage erupted. “Fine! Let’s break off the engagement! You won’t find anyone to marry you after this!”
Su Moli copied Su Yun and stuck out her tongue. “Then I’ll marry my little brother. He’s at least more handsome than you!”
Su Yun also stuck out his tongue. “Remember, it’s the Su family that broke off the engagement with you!”
Chu Lingxiao glared at Su Yun, but couldn’t find the right words to scold him.
Bullying a three-year-old would only earn ridicule no matter where he went.
Swoosh—
Suddenly, a change occurred.
A streak of flowing light shot across the sky and crashed straight into the front hall.