"Greetings, Young Emperor."
Seeing Ye Mo look their way, the guards hurriedly knelt before him, their eyes filled with fervent devotion.
But Ye Mo had no time to deal with them. Right now, he had the urge to slip away.
But with Ye Mo's current little-kid body, could he really get away?
"Hehe, it's been so long, little Young Emperor."
Before Ye Mo could even react, he was swept into a fragrant embrace. He felt something enormous in front of his face—hmm, probably a D cup?
But this was hardly the time to be thinking about that. He was about to suffocate.
"Mmph, mmph!"
Ye Mo struggled to lift his head, wanting to take a breath of fresh air.
When he raised his head, Ye Mo was stunned by her beauty once again. Sure enough, when a 2D world became 3D, every single girl was gorgeous.
The young woman before him had a pair of deep-blue eyes. Her gaze was cool and distant, unlike the ordinary clan members, whose eyes carried an eerie charm.
Her willow-like brows curved delicately, and her long eyelashes trembled lightly. Her fair, flawless skin held a faint rosy hue, while her thin lips were as tender and alluring as rose petals.
Her light-blue hair cascaded behind her, complementing her exquisitely pale face. She looked like a goddess of ice and snow, her entire presence carrying a chilly air.
"Big Sister Leng Ning."
Ye Mo said it blankly. Though he had memories related to her in his mind, the image of her within those memories had become somewhat blurry.
"Oh? Has my adorable little Young Emperor's mouth become so sweet? You're even taking the initiative to call me Big Sister."
Leng Ning wore a smile. The Young Emperor had been very shy before; whenever he saw her, he barely spoke at all.
Ye Mo finally understood what it meant for a smile to topple a city. When Leng Ning smiled, her icy aura melted away like snow under sunlight, making people feel incomparably warm.
Ye Mo said weakly, "Could you stop pinching my cheeks?"
"Stop pinching your cheeks?
Hehe,
That's impossible."
Leng Ning pulled one hand out of the arms holding Ye Mo and viciously pinched his face.
Ye Mo looked at Hu Zixin as she kneaded his handsome face, tears streaming down his aged heart. What sin had he committed two lifetimes ago?
Why did they have to treat his handsome face like this?
The guards nearby did not dare stop Leng Ning. What a joke—she was the Second Elder's daughter. If they provoked this young lady into a tantrum, they would be in for a world of pain.
Qing Ling, Ye Mo's little-loli personal maid, naturally chose to ignore him as well. At a time like this, she had to side with her mistress.
"Hu
Leng
Ning!
Get your ass out here!"
A pleasant-sounding yet furious roar rang out, and the room's doors were kicked open with a bang.
Then a lovely figure with long pink hair charged inside.
"Isn't this our esteemed Clan Leader? Bursting in so rudely damages the Clan Leader's dignity, does it not?"
The newcomer was none other than Hu Zixin, Clan Leader of the Azure Hill Clan. Faced with Hu Zixin's arrival, Leng Ning returned to her previous icy demeanor, without the slightest hint of panic on her face.
"Cut the act. As the Second Elder's daughter, how do you explain breaking into the Young Emperor's changing room?"
"Heh."
Leng Ning sneered, and the temperature in the changing room seemed to drop with it, turning noticeably colder.
Holding Ye Mo tightly in her arms, Leng Ning said, "As Clan Leader, haven't you also come to the Young Emperor's changing room? Are you saying that only you are allowed in here, while I am forbidden?"
Hu Zixin cast Leng Ning a cold glance and said unhurriedly, "As the Young Emperor's fiancée, of course I can enter his changing room. But as the Second Elder's daughter, it seems you have no such qualification."
"Oh?"
Leng Ning raised her delicate brows and fearlessly met Hu Zixin's gaze. "Even if you are the Young Emperor's fiancée, the Young Emperor has never said he would take you as his principal wife. Besides, you are only his fiancée. If the Young Emperor wants to, he can cast you aside at any time."
"Besides, the Young Emperor seems to like me more. He even called me Big Sister just now."
"Isn't that right, Young Emperor?"
Leng Ning provocatively gestured toward Ye Mo in her arms.
Fuck, it's one thing for you two to tear into each other, but why drag me into this?
Ye Mo, who had remained silent the entire time, finally panicked. Just a second ago, he had been marveling at how open this world truly was; the next second, disaster had fallen directly onto his head.
If he did not take some measures now, Ye Mo knew very well what kind of "affection" Hu Zixin would shower him with afterward.
"I..."
Just as Ye Mo was about to say something, a powerful oppressive force erupted from Hu Zixin and bore down on him.
"Hmph."
Hu Zixin snorted coldly. Frosty light surged in her eyes as the unique pressure of a Titled Douluo pressed tightly upon Leng Ning.
This pressure targeted only one person. Held in Leng Ning's arms, Ye Mo merely felt an intensely oppressive sensation.
"Hu Zixin, do you want to fight? I'll accompany you to the end!"
Leng Ning also erupted with a considerable pressure, but compared to Hu Zixin's, it was like comparing a tiny witch to a great wizard.
"Perfect. We haven't fought in years. Your skin must be itching, huh?"
Vast Soul Power surged beneath Hu Zixin's feet, and nine Soul Rings could vaguely be seen.
Soul Power likewise surged behind Leng Ning, but only seven Soul Rings could vaguely be seen within it.
Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, one of the guards hurriedly stepped forward to remind the two women, "Clan Leader, Miss Leng Ning, many clansmen are watching you right now. Today is also the important day of the Young Emperor's martial soul awakening. You two—"
"Hmph."
"Hmph."
Before the guard could finish, two cold snorts cut him off. Hu Zixin and Leng Ning then withdrew their Soul Power back into their bodies.
The surrounding guards and maids also breathed sighs of relief. That heart-pounding feeling had finally vanished.
This pair of enemies was known throughout the entire clan.
A path by Heart Tide Lake lacked the bustling crowds found elsewhere, making the entire road seem especially deserted. Yet this path led directly to the venue of the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.
And Ye Mo was tragically walking along this very path. Behind him was a group of guards and maids, and behind them were other clansmen preparing to awaken their martial souls.
Hu Zixin and Leng Ning walked on either side of Ye Mo, each holding one of his hands.
But whenever Ye Mo moved even slightly closer to one side, the other would unceremoniously tug him back. Ye Mo felt as though the two of them were about to pull him apart, leaving him in unbearable pain.
Poor Ye Mo was precisely divided between them, not daring to move even an inch.
Today was the weekend, and I originally wanted to rest, so I kept getting absorbed in Honor of Kings.
Then I lost five matches in a row.
In my grief and despair, I wrote this chapter.
End of this chapter.
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