Guided by the servant, Yuelong soon crossed the vast and extravagantly furnished nineteenth floor of the Heaven Overseeing Tower and arrived at the garden where his wife-to-be Feng Tianfei was currently lounging.
The moment he saw her dishevelled and immodest appearance; however, Yuelong felt his face immediately grow hot causing him to quickly avert his eyes.
“Heavens! Would it kill you to cover yourself better before meeting a guest?” He then turned and shot an angry glare at the servants, seemingly asking them why they hadn't performed their duty.
“What reason would I have to cover myself when that guest is you, Mr Husband-to-be?” Feng Tianfei laughed a seductive laugh. “It isn’t like it’s going to be long before I would be required to bare my everything before you.”
At her words, Yuelong visibly turned a shade redder.
Seeing this, Feng Tianfei couldn’t help but fall into her usual teasing antics. “Having some naughty thoughts now, are we?”
“Enough about that!” Yuelong snapped, unwilling to continue on that topic.
“Okay,” Tianfei simply shrugged her shoulders. She then continued, “I see that your affliction has been fixed. I hope Master wasn’t too harsh.”
Glad and relieved that the topic had changed, Yuelong answered, “Other than the situation being a bit scary, it was mostly fine.” He then paused, seemingly remembering something and asked, “Also. Say, is your master injured or something?”
The moment his words fell, the air within the room froze. Feeling something wrong, Yuelong turned his head to look, only to find every single pair of eyes inside the room locked on him. Their gazes varied from looking at him as if he were a lunatic to gazes that judged him for having committed the most terrible sin.
Tianfei’s gaze bordered on ridiculousness and disbelief. She let out a ridiculous chuckle and asked, “Have you lost your mind? A Sovereign suffering an injury? Do you realise how ridiculous you sound?”
Truth be told, it wasn’t as if Yuelong did not realise the ridiculousness of his question. That said, however, he was certain about what had happened yesterday. At the moment he had woken from his ‘treatment,’ the Heaven Gazing Fairy had coughed up a mouthful of blood, a drop of which had then landed on the tip of his nose.
At first, Yuelong had laughed at his own hypothesis and had checked all over his body to find where the drop of blood had come from. However, when he realised that he suffered no such wound, his hypothesis from earlier came back to the front of his mind.
Besides, he remembered clearly ‘hearing’ what he had ‘heard.’ It also helped that ‘that sound’ was the first sound that he had heard after being treated for his peculiar affliction. Besides, her later reaction of knocking him out of the Exterius Sacrum Sanctorum made more sense when one considered the fact that she did not want anyone seeing her injured; least of it being a junior.
Hence, having met with Tianfei who possessed a master-disciple relationship with the Heaven Gazing Fairy, Yuelond forwarded the question in hopes of learning if his hypothesis was true; and if it was indeed true, he wanted to find a way to help the Sovereign considering that the latter had helped him with a problem of his own.
While it did seem arrogant that a junior sought to help a ‘Sovereign’ with her problem, Yuelong did not feel that he was being particularly arrogant. Why? Because he was the Young Master of a Sovereign-level organisation. And besides, he had a Sovereign father to whom he could forward this matter to.
Surely, a Sovereign would be able to help another Sovereign, right? Not to mention, his father’s skills in the [Medicine Path] were world-renowned. And besides, the Mu Household and Heavenly Spirit Empire were allies. Surely, it would be in their best interest to help each other.
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‘Perhaps, we might even be able to make use of this opportunity to gain a favour from the Heaven Gazing Sovereign.’ Of course, as an Heir-candidate trained to represent the family in the future, Yuelong possessed his own selfish motives too.
Still, to have his legitimate concerns be laughed off by his own fiance, no less… he would be lying if he said that it did not hurt his pride.
Feeling furious, Yuelong bit his tongue and controlled himself to not show his anger. “Forget it.” He shook his head. He then extended a document that he had brought with him and curtly explained, “This is what I’ve prepared for my dissertation tonight. Give it a read and tell me your thoughts.”
Not placing much weight on his curt tone, Tianfei languidly leaned forward and received the document from his hand. She then returned to her reclining position and lazily opened the folder, eventually starting to read the papers.
At first, Tianfei’s features were loose and insubstantial. However, as her eyes scanned page after page, her loose features tightened and a look of serious interest appeared in her eyes.
Before long, the Goddess was sitting upright, her eyes and hands flashing with mysterious techniques as she simultaneously tested the content of what she was reading. Silence enveloped the garden.
Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes flowed like a peaceful brook.
Before long, Tianfei finished reading the final page and closed her eyes. A minute or so passed before she reopened them and voiced her first question. “Did you write this?”
Yuelong let loose a laugh implication. The distrust and doubt contained within her tone couldn’t be any more obvious. “Are you implying that I stole it from somebody?”
“I wouldn’t go as far as to imply that you had stolen it, but perhaps–!”
“It is mine!” Yuelong roared, extremely unhappy with Tianfei’s words. “And I feel insulted that you would rather consider that I had stolen this research off of somebody than consider the fact that I had done it myself!”
Hearing him shout, Tianfei narrowed her eyes with displeasure. “Watch your tone, Yuelong. I will not stand to be insulted. In my own home, no less.”
“Yeah, right,” Yuelong scoffed. “Because you are ‘unlike the woman of the Mu Household.’ Those are your next words, correct? Well, perhaps, you ought to be a little like them. At the very least, they know how to be decent and dress modestly.”
“Of course, you’re still hung up about how I’m dressed. What does it matter to you how I’m dressed? I am an adult and a cultivator; the same as you. Why does what I want matter less than what you want? Oh, grow up, Yuelong.”
“Grow up? YOU’RE telling me that? YOU!? Ms Entitled-who-belives-that-she-is-better-than-everybody-else?” Unable to restrain his emotions, Yuelong blew up. “Have you ever looked in a mirror, Feng Tianfei? You are the most selfish and childish person that I’ve ever met. For Heaven’s sake, not three months ago, you ordered to kill everyone on Dawn Mountain because, and I quote, ‘Their lives of your men are not equal to those of mine.'"
“I don’t know what’s worse,” he continued, “The fact that you don’t practise the words that you preach or the fact that you are so incredibly narcissistic and selfish that you genuinely consider other people to be beneath you. Just because others call you ‘Goddess’ doesn’t mean you really are one, Tianf–!” Yuelong suddenly paused, his eyes inadvertently falling on the scattered sheets of paper casually tossed aside by Tianfei from earlier.
His mouth seized its words as his entire attention was drawn to those sheets of paper- or well, a specific sheet of paper to be precise. A paper that had drawn upon it the picture of someone familiar.
Yuelong’s face paled.
As quick as she was, Tianfei immediately discovered where he was looking. Feeling quite pissed at Yuelong’s disrespectful rant, a sinister idea formed within her head. Letting out a small chuckle, she slyly spoke, “Quite something, isn’t he? Some women might be put off by his looks but I personally prefer pretty boys the best. I hear that he’s quite the gentleman and incredibly talented too. The noble ladies' circles are full of talks about him.”
Yuelong wasn’t quite hearing what Tianfei was implying. Instead, he turned towards her with a face as white as a clean sheet and asked, “Why do you have a picture of Wuzhi?”
Mistaking his expression, Tianfei laughed and replied, “Why not?” She then stared directly into Yuelong’s eyes and drove the final nail into his heart. “I hear the two of you were born on the same day. Perhaps, I should ask my Master to reconsider my marriage agreement. I have a feeling that I would have better prospects married to him, rather than an uncultured boor like you.”
Crack! Had Yuelong possessed a heart of glass, it surely would’ve sported an ugly crack right after those words.