The women, eager to watch the drama unfold, immediately followed Lin Heng's aura.
But Lin Heng was simply too fast. They could only trail along behind him at a snail's pace.
Lin Heng had originally planned to go straight to the ancestors and demand to know what was going on.
But on second thought, what if Lazy Master's jealousy had flared up?
Could it be infighting within the family? Had they given the ancestors an opening?
Meng Yutong, who was handling matters at the front lines with Dugu Zixuan, had yet to realize that her disciple had set his sights on her.
"Zixuan, it doesn't seem like I'm needed much here. How about I go back and take a look?"
After all, Heng'er had only just returned. She had to inspect every last thing properly.
"Yutong, look at you, getting worked up again. You're such a grown woman—look at the Female Emperor. She hasn't said a word all this time. What's yours isn't going to sprout wings and fly away, is it?"
(′ε` ) The moment she was compared to the Female Emperor again, Meng Yutong felt so stifled it was like punching cotton.
The Female Emperor had just reunited with her own father. She had no time to pay attention to that Show-off—or perhaps she simply didn't dare to.
Didn't she see how the Literary Emperor was neither warm nor cold toward her precious eldest son?
If he truly cared, he would have asked around about him long ago.
Of course, she only dared think such things in her heart. She absolutely could not say them aloud.
Seeing Meng Yutong's anxious, deflated expression, Dugu Zixuan raised a hand and patted her shoulder. "Yutong, you must understand that I'm under a great deal of pressure right now. There are so