When Huangfu Wuxia saw Nangong Youjiu return, she could not be bothered to greet him. Still, she covertly and swiftly glanced at him, only to discover that he seemed to be in a rather poor mood.
If you're not doing well, that's good news for me. She sensed the situation outside and rose, drifting out.
Nangong Youjiu sensed her movement as well, but without even turning his head, he went straight to the rear guest rooms.
When Huangfu Wuxia chased outside, Yun Buyao was turning the vehicle around. Feng Jun and Elder Liao could not be bothered to fly, so they were sitting in the all-terrain vehicle.
With a light leap, she landed gracefully in the vehicle. Seeing that Feng Jun did not look very happy either, she smiled sweetly. "What did you talk about? Why does it feel like things didn't go very pleasantly?"
"Hmph." Feng Jun snorted unhappily. "I'm really curious. Just how deep is the grudge between the Huangfu Clan and the Nangong Family?"
"How should I put this?" Huangfu Wuxia gave a bitter smile. The enmity between the two families had not reached the point of fighting to the death, but their mutual hatred ran extremely deep. "Several centuries ago, our two families actually had a pretty good relationship..."
It began as a perfectly ordinary love story. In the end, a man from the Huangfu Clan changed his heart, and a woman from the Nangong Family committed suicide.
Since both were from the direct main branches, the matter became quite serious. The two families decided never to intermarry. Several decades later, a similar story played out again. This time, it was a Huangfu woman who killed herself, while the Nangong man later died under strange circumstances.
That made the grudge even deeper. The Nangong Family believed