Volume Two, Chapter Thirty-Seven

"Also—warn your wife to watch her words and actions from now on. Don't speak so rudely. This young lady will be unimaginably noble in the future. She is someone your wife will have to kneel before and pay her respects to."

"..."

The commanding words slipped from the lips of the man whose smile was as gentle as a spring breeze. Zhao Huangpu turned lightly and strode toward the figure trying to flee from him, followed by a large procession.

Under the bright moonlight, the clothes on Li Luyang's back were soaked through with cold sweat. He had vaguely guessed who that person was, but he didn't dare be certain.

Zhao Xiangmi, standing to one side, still looked completely bewildered. "What a joke! So what if she has a little money? I have to kneel before some little wretch whose entire family was confiscated? How could that be? I—"

Before she could spit out the rest of her insult, Li Luyang raised a hand and covered her mouth. "Shut up! Don't bring disaster upon us."

Zhao Xiangmi stubbornly pulled her husband's hand away and shouted through the gaps between his fingers, "You know it'll bring disaster, so don't take her as a concubine!"

"If you don't want your family confiscated and your head chopped off, never mention taking Xiaofu as a concubine again!"

The terrifying look in Li Luyang's eyes made Zhao Xiangmi shrink her head back. She didn't dare say another word.

Li Luyang looked back at the figure gradually disappearing into the distance and murmured softly with lowered brows, "So... she really is a phoenix..."

His little phoenix flew along as if she had wings, wearing the Feather Gauze Rainbow Skirt like a man's Confucian Robe. Dust rose beneath her feet and wind followed every step. She wished