The people from the Immortal Palace, seeing Ning Xuefei and her daughter for the first time, were relatively normal.
But the male guests from the Tian Ce Mansion all looked as if they were in a daze.
Their faces flushed.
They stared hard at the two peerless beauties, especially Ning Xuefei, the Number One Beauty of Longyue.
Her reputation as the Holy Empress of the Immortal Palace had already spread throughout the Longyue continent, and every man in the world considered it an honor to see her.
The guests from the Tian Ce Mansion, seeing her stunning beauty for the first time, behaved quite rudely.
Their eyes constantly scanned the alluring figures and beautiful faces of the mother and daughter and could not look away.
When Wei Yufeng saw his mother and sister arrive, his face lit up with joy.
He stood up and walked forward, and Wei Yuming, who was beside him, also stood up.
But from the moment Wei Miaoshu appeared, his gaze could not be taken off her.
A blush rose on his face without his noticing as he stared at her, somewhat infatuated.
“Mother, Shu’er, you have finally arrived.
Father and the guests have been waiting for a long time.” Wei Yufeng walked up to the two women and naturally took Ning Xuefei’s and Wei Miaoshu’s hands in his own.
Ning Xuefei let him lead her.
A gentle smile appeared on her beautiful face.
She said softly, “Shu’er was frightened, so I stayed with her a little longer.
I am sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Wei Miaoshu made a face at Wei Yufeng and said with a charming smile, “I am not seriously injured, but I have a lot of minor injuries.
Brother, you have to make it up to me.”
Seeing that his sister had recovered most of her spirits, Wei Yufeng was overjoyed.
Looking back, he saw that Hu Hong from Hundred Flowers Island had also come with the mother and daughter.
Hu Hong followed closely behind them and bowed to him.
He had no liking for that effeminate handsome man, so he frowned at him but did not return the bow.
Then he took his mother and Wei Miaoshu’s hands and led them to the banquet.
Wei Wuyin immediately cleared out a few seats on his left for the two latecomers and their companions.
Ning Xuefei, holding her daughter’s hand, gave a graceful bow to the guests before taking her seat.
Hu Hong, unconcerned about Wei Yufeng’s disdain for him, simply smiled faintly and sat at the side table.
Dong Yuanhong rose and bowed, saying loudly, “I am pleased to hear that the Holy Empress and the Young Palace Mistress are feeling unwell.
Fortunately I have some calming and invigorating medicine among the gifts I brought.
I will have my servants deliver it to you later.”
Wei Miaoshu smiled and said, “No need, grandpa.
I have recovered now.
Thank you for your kindness.”
Wei Wuyin frowned and said with displeasure, “Shu’er!
You have no manners!
What kind of elder is he?
Quickly pay your respects to Chief Dong.”
Wei Miaoshu stuck out her tongue and made a funny face at her father, ignoring his lecture.
Even with her funny face she was as beautiful and lovely as a peach blossom.
Wei Wuyin always doted on this beautiful daughter.
He looked angry, but he could not do anything about it.
Ning Xuefei said to Dong Yuanhong, “Chief Dong, it has been a long time.
I did not know that Sister Feiyan had become Empress.
How have you been lately?
The Spirit-Concentrating Jade Dew that she sent me a few years ago has indeed helped me sleep a lot better, but I have not had a chance to thank her.”
Dong Yuanhong smiled and said, “My sister now lives deep in the palace, so it is difficult for me to see her.
We can only meet again when there is an opportunity in the future.
I appreciate Your Majesty’s kindness on behalf of my sister.”
After exchanging pleasantries, the group appeared to be old acquaintances of many years.
Ever since Ning Xuefei and her daughter entered, the burly man Dong Hao seemed to have been possessed.
He stared blankly at the two women, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, without saying a word, his gaze sweeping over them.
The two women sat with grace, both possessing stunning beauty.
One was youthful and radiant, the other bright, dignified, and sexy.
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Especially Ning Xuefei, who remained silent, her face aloof and elegant, sitting beside her husband Wei Wuyin with her legs crossed.
Her long, slender legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, slipped from the slit of her long skirt and revealed her plump, fleshy thighs.
The stockings, tightly wrapped in sheer, gossamer-thin lace, gleamed with a slippery, seductive sheen in the candlelight of the banquet.
Above the alluring lace pattern on her thighs, a section of smooth, snow-white flesh extended into the enticing depths of her skirt.
Her ten-centimeter stiletto heels, adorned with silver lace, swayed lazily on her crossed, upturned legs and highlighted the delicate roundness of her ankles and the smoothness of her white insteps.
This sight made Dong Hao and the other men feel flustered and their mouths dry, all secretly fantasizing about what it would be like to have those round, slender, pink-stockinged legs wrapped around their waists.
Seeing this, Dong Yuanhong knew that his son’s behavior was too impolite.
He coughed awkwardly and introduced with a smile, “This is my son, Dong Hao.
He is only eighteen years old this year.
I brought him out here to gain some experience and broaden his horizons.”
After saying that, he gave Dong Hao’s shoulder a hard shove, using some internal force, and said in a low voice, “Hurry up and pay your respects to the Empress and the Young Palace Mistress!”
Dong Hao winced in pain, then realized what was happening and quickly stood up to bow to the two women.
Ning Xuefei nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Wei Miaoshu looked at the burly man’s silly appearance, staring at her blankly, and chuckled, thinking to herself that this big oaf was really quite dull.
Dong Yuanhong laughed and said, “My son has been cultivating in the manor all his life.
He lacks experience and has little knowledge.
I hope the Emperor and Empress will forgive him.”
Wei Wuyin said, “A young hero should not be bound by trivial matters.
Shu’er, look how majestic Young Master Dong is.
Your father and Chief Dong had an agreement to betroth you to the young master of the Dong family.
Are you satisfied?”
Upon hearing her father’s words, Wei Miaoshu paused for a moment.
Her pretty face immediately flushed a little.
She cried out in a huff, “Father, what are you saying!
I will not stand for it!
No, no!”
Seeing her cute and coquettish demeanor, everyone assumed she was just being reserved and burst into laughter.
Only Ning Xuefei frowned a little, sneering inwardly.
No one knew her daughter better than she did, and she knew that her daughter would definitely look down on this rough and burly man who looked like a good-for-nothing.
The group drank and chatted, their cups clinking and toasting.
Their subordinates drank heartily, and Dong Hao, a man of great capacity for alcohol, accepted all drinks.
But his eyes would dart between Wei Miaoshu and Ning Xuefei.
The two women were equally beautiful, with fair skin and rosy cheeks, slightly upturned bright red lips, and full, high breasts that trembled with each breath.
He was mesmerized and captivated by their beauty.
His gaze was direct and fiery, without any restraint.
Ning Xuefei was used to seeing men infatuated with her, and she despised this burly man.
Naturally she ignored him.
Wei Miaoshu, seeing the man’s rude gaze and silly look, also pouted and ignored him.
Wei Yufeng sat chatting at the side, and the more he looked at Dong Hao, the more displeased he became, but since the man was his father’s honored guest, there was nothing he could do about it.
He took Wei Miaoshu’s small hand and asked affectionately, “Little sister, they said you encountered great danger outside, causing Ah Jiao and Ah Mei to lose their lives.
You had me so worried!
Are you all right now?”
Heartbroken over the deaths of her two maids, Wei Miaoshu recounted the events to Wei Yufeng with tears in her eyes.
As she spoke she was on the verge of bursting into tears again, prompting the brothers Wei Yufeng and Wei Yuming to quickly coax and cajole her until she was all smiles again.
The two had grown up with Wei Miaoshu since childhood, were playmates of the same age, and had a deep bond.
They both knew that this younger sister was spoiled and sensitive, so they always doted on her.
Everyone in the Immortal Palace treated her the same way, so it could be said that Wei Miaoshu was the apple of everyone’s eye.
Wei Miaoshu then remembered.
Her pretty eyes quickly searched around, and she said in a sweet voice, “Where is Brother Shan Kui?
Did I not tell him to come to the banquet here too?”
Sitting to one side, Hu Hong said, “Young Palace Mistress, after you gave the order, he did not seem to come with us.
The servants have already gone to look for him.”
Wei Miaoshu said unhappily, “Why does he not come over?
People were just trying to be nice and invite him.”
Hu Hong laughed and said, “He was covered in dirt and mud, and his face was repulsive.
I guess he was ashamed of himself and did not want to come here and make a fool of himself.
But thinking about it this way, he is self-aware and not a stupid person.”
Wei Miaoshu retorted angrily, “What do you mean by ‘stupid’?!
He is a kind-hearted person with strong martial arts skills, much better than you all!”
Hu Hong was interrupted by the Young Palace Mistress and, fearing he would anger her, quickly lowered his hands and apologized.
Wei Yufeng asked curiously, “Mountain demon?
Who is that?
A wild man from the mountains?
How do you know him, Shu’er?”
Wei Miaoshu smiled sweetly and said, “That mountain bandit is no ordinary person.
His martial arts are very powerful.
Shu’er’s escape this time was all thanks to him.
Shu’er will go and find him later so I can introduce him to my brothers.”
Wei Yufeng thought to himself that this spoiled little sister had probably met some outlaws outside again.
He figured they were either after her beauty or wanted some reward money.
He would just have to get rid of them later.
Just then, Mo Xingyun, the “mountain demon,” hid outside the window of the banquet hall, intently spying on everyone.
He used the Hidden Dragon Demon Art taught to him by his master, the Evil Ancestor, to conceal his figure and aura.
His internal strength had recently increased dramatically, and his power was now vastly different from when he left the demonic sect.
The ability of the Hidden Dragon Demon Art to conceal one’s figure was closely related to the user’s internal strength.
In addition, everyone in this Immortal Palace had let their guard down, so no one noticed that someone was hiding outside the window.
Mo Xingyun watched the Wei family enjoying themselves.
He was both surprised and furious to learn that the beautiful girl he had saved was actually Wei Wuyin’s biological daughter with his mother — his half-sister.
He had assumed that his mother, Ning Xuefei, must have been forced into marriage by Wei Wuyin and was living a miserable, imprisoned life, waiting for him to complete his martial arts and rescue her.
But upon seeing his mother, he was surprised to find that she had completely embraced Wei Wuyin and was now his Holy Empress of the Immortal Palace, living such a harmonious and happy married life with the Wei family of the Heavenly Star Immortal Palace, as if the blood feud between him and his biological father, Mo Xiubo, did not exist.
He looked at the young man named Wei Yufeng, who was already known to be Wei Wuyin’s son — the son of his enemy.
Yet Ning Xuefei was chatting and laughing intimately with him.
Although his mother was usually cold and unsmiling, she was incredibly gentle and charming when talking to her stepson, Wei Yufeng.
The two sat close together.
Ning Xuefei leaned slightly to the side, her fragrant shoulder very close to his.
She listened to him smiling as he spoke, his face flushed after a few drinks, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
Her mature and charming demeanor, her elegant and alluring posture, and her smiling eyes as she looked at Wei Yufeng only fueled Mo Xingyun’s anger.
His heart burned with jealousy.
He stared intently at his mother, Ning Xuefei, at her cold and beautiful skin, her fair and delicate body, her full and sexy figure, and her curvaceous form.
His eyes revealed a complex expression.
He had been very attached to his mother since childhood.
Now Ning Xuefei was even more captivating and alluring than when she was younger, yet she was so close to the son of his enemy, leaving him, her own son, to wander the world alone.
The happier and more privileged his mother’s life was, the more jealous and angry he felt.
The black silk hair in his arms moved slightly, and a very subtle, almost imperceptible cool aura seeped into his mind, trying to calm his surging negative feelings.
Long Yue’s voice did not ring out directly, but he could feel an invisible gaze and a strange resonance.
She seemed able to sense his pain and resentment at this moment.
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to try to comfort him in her own way, even though the method was clumsy and subtle.
Gradually, in his eyes, Wei Wuyin, Wei Yufeng, Ning Xuefei, and even Wei Miaoshu, whom he had saved, all became repulsive people.
He stared at them for a long time, his heart filled with jealousy and bitterness.
He turned around and used his demonic power to leave quietly.
He realized that the world where his mother Ning Xuefei lived was now completely foreign to him.
The idea of mother and son reuniting was just a figment of his imagination.
He was now the disciple of the demonic sect’s Evil Ancestor, a mortal enemy of the Immortal Palace, and he had come here with a mission.