Yaoye and Ya Fei's Intentions (First Update)

Mu Lu was already dead. Was this Jia Ma Imperial Family's explanation to the Nalan Family?

"Mu Lu intended to insult me. It was only natural that Chaoge accidentally killed him. Besides, they had a Life-and-Death Pact, and Sister Ya Fei is willing to testify. We have compensated the Mu Family, so let this matter end here."

"Grandfather, please don't make things difficult for... difficult for... my..." Yaoye glanced at Nalan Chaoge, but she was still too embarrassed to say the final two words, "husband."

"Yes, Grandpa Nalan, spare that little bastard Chaoge!" As she spoke, Ya Fei appeared, though no one knew when she had arrived.

"Miss Ya Fei is here as well. Fine, since both of you are pleading for that brat, I'll spare his life!" Nalan Jie waved at the people beside him as if he were deeply reluctant.

Everyone hurried over and took Nalan Chaoge down from the tree.

"You unfilial bastard, hurry over and thank Princess Yaoye and Miss Ya Fei!" Nalan Jie threw the whip in his hand onto the ground and pointed at Nalan Chaoge, who had just been lowered.

Nalan Chaoge walked over reluctantly.

"Thank you, Sister Ya Fei. Thank you, Princess Yaoye!" Nalan Chaoge clasped his fists toward them and bowed.

"You still call me... Princess?" Yaoye's face flushed slightly. It seemed she had come here today with a purpose. The talent Nalan Chaoge had displayed was enough to alarm that old fellow Jia Xing Tian of the Jia Ma Imperial Family.

"Then... then thank you, old—"

"Little Brother Xiao Ge, how are you going to thank me? You little bastard, you even dragged your sister into this!" Ya Fei suddenly interrupted him. She gave Nalan Chaoge a flirtatious wink, her entire body seeming bonelessly soft, stirring a wave of restlessness in him.

Yaoye looked at Ya Fei in surprise and seemed to understand the purpose of her visit as well.

"Grandpa Nalan, my grandfather said he is getting old, and our Jia Ma Imperial Family has no male heirs. He intends to pass the throne to me, but he has one condition: before I inherit the throne, I must first start a family..."

"Little Brother Xiao Ge, because I helped you conceal the matter, my family kicked me out of the Holy City. To quell the Mu Family's anger, they exiled me to some remote little town. How do you plan to thank me? Otherwise, your sister will have suffered for nothing!"

Nalan Jie suddenly felt a headache coming on.

What was the Mite'er Family trying to do? They actually wanted to compete with the imperial family?

Fortunately, Nalan Chaoge was not completely foolish.

"Ah, my head is spinning!"

Thud!

Nalan Chaoge went limp and collapsed to the ground—no, into Guo'er's arms.

"Oh no, Young Master has fainted!"

The two women helplessly exchanged glances, then watched as the Nalan Family frantically carried Nalan Chaoge into his room to rest.

"Princess Yaoye, Miss Ya Fei, please come inside. Forgive this old man for being a poor host!" Nalan Jie's face was full of apology.

"We are the ones who have troubled you, Grandpa." Ya Fei smiled at Nalan Jie.

"Grandpa Nalan, my grandfather said he hopes to meet with you and discuss the marriage between Chaoge and me!" Although Yaoye was cold by nature, every word struck at the heart of the matter. She was concise and direct, even speaking so openly of such a binding marriage.

"Good, good!" Nalan Jie nodded repeatedly.

"Then we shall not disturb you any longer, Grandpa." Yaoye nodded to Nalan Jie, turned, and left without another word.

Ya Fei, however, turned back and spoke with Nalan Jie for a while longer before finally bidding him farewell.

When Ya Fei left the Marshal's Mansion of the Lionheart, Yaoye had already taken hold of the Fifth Rank Heavenly Winged Horse. Yet she had not left, instead waiting outside the gate.

"Sister came alone. Why not let this little sister see you off?" Yaoye rested one hand on the tall steed and turned sideways to look at Ya Fei as she emerged.

As clever as Ya Fei was, how could she fail to understand Yaoye's meaning?

"Then I'll trouble you, Sister Yaoye." Ya Fei nodded at her.

Yaoye stretched out her slender hand and gently patted the Heavenly Winged Horse.

The Heavenly Winged Horse immediately bent its knees and knelt on the ground.

Only after the two young women had mounted its back did the Heavenly Winged Horse slowly rise.

Ya Fei had no talent for cultivation and had never undergone the tempering of the military. Yaoye sat behind her, holding Ya Fei in her arms.

Their bodies pressed tightly together.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, letting the horse wander forward without a destination.

A squad of Black Armored Army followed closely behind them, but aside from their orderly footsteps, there was not the slightest noise.

"Does Sister, with beauty and talent like yours, also intend to hang yourself from the Nalan Family tree?"

Yaoye sighed and still spoke bluntly.

"It is the family's mission, and I cannot defy it. You and I share the same fate. We are merely bargaining chips used to preserve our families' prosperity," Ya Fei said, reaching back to hold Yaoye's hand.

The Three Beauties of the Holy City.

Ya Fei was skilled in the ways of commerce.

Yaoye was skilled in battlefield slaughter.

Nalan Yanran possessed heaven-defying cultivation talent.

In the first chapter of Dou Po, Yanran was a Three-star Dou Zhe when she broke off the engagement, while Xun'er was at the Ninth Stage Dou Qi. Three years later, Nalan Yanran's cultivation speed still firmly surpassed Xiao Yan's. Even with the full support of Old Yao, the medicine-refining Venerable Yao at the peak of Nine-turn Dou Zun, Xiao Yan did not surpass Nalan Yanran in cultivation level. Nalan Yanran's defeat lay in Heaven-tier Cultivation Methods, Earth-tier Dou Techniques, and Heavenly Flames!

Compared to Old Yao, a mere Misty Cloud Sect was not even worthy of carrying his shoes. Even so, Nalan Yanran had still kept pace with Xiao Yan.

At the Three-Year Pact, Nalan Yanran was a Two-star Great Dou Shi, while Xiao Yan had only just advanced to Da Dou Shi after taking a Three-Pattern Clear Spirit Pill.

In three years, she had gone from Dou Zhe, crossed Dou Master, and advanced to Da Dou Shi!

Looking across the entire Dou Qi Continent, such talent was exceedingly rare.

"Does Sister truly intend to marry that little bastard?" Yaoye bit her lip.

"Our purposes are different. Your purpose is to marry him, while mine is to win his friendship. So Sister Yaoye need not worry," Ya Fei said with a smile.

For a time, the two favored daughters of heaven fell silent once more.

The once-peaceful Jiamar Holy City had its long-maintained balance shattered by that fellow's actions.

The Mu Family had obtained the Silver Armored Army and controlled Ghost Suppressing Pass.

The Nalan Family had Nalan Chaoge, who had risen to prominence so forcefully—a monster who had cultivated Ten Duan Dou Qi in a single month. Not to mention, the Nalan Family also had Nalan Yanran.

This left both the Jia Ma Imperial Family and the Mite'er Family feeling somewhat uneasy.

"I heard Sister will be leaving the Holy City for some time?"

After a while, Yaoye broke the silence again.

"Yes. I am accepting the family's punishment and have been sent down to the countryside. They call it training, but isn't it really just punishment? That bastard actually got dragged into it by that boy!" Thinking of the scene when Nalan Chaoge fought Mu Lu, a smile unconsciously rose on Ya Fei's lips.

"What is Sister smiling about?" Yaoye asked softly.

"How did Sister know I was smiling?" Ya Fei turned her head and looked at Yaoye strangely.

"Although I do not understand cultivation, I know the distribution of muscles, acupoints, and bones in the human body quite well. When someone smiles, seventeen facial muscles are engaged. When someone frowns, forty-three muscles are engaged. Though I am facing away from Sister, I can still tell her facial expressions!"

Yaoye's words greatly shocked Ya Fei.

Just how terrifying was this woman? Her military talent alone had already made everyone view her with admiration. Who would have thought she could even read another person's movements through nothing more than the twitching of their muscles?

Could she really not cultivate?