Hai Bodong's expression was exceedingly strange as well. But once he had digested the news, he laughed to himself. He had been agonizing over how to deal with the Misty Cloud Sect, never expecting Yun Shan to throw away his strongest trump card himself. Listening to Hun Changqing's placid tone, Hai Bodong felt that he was merely restraining himself on the surface while fury blazed within. For a moment, he felt a trace of pity for Yun Shan, who would soon have to bear Hun Changqing's wrath.
One thing puzzled Hai Bodong, however. Why had Hun Changqing not stormed the Misty Cloud Sect immediately to take her back? Why wait until the wedding three days later? He could not make heads or tails of it, but he dared not question Hun Changqing's actions. He could only suppress his confusion and say deferentially,
"If there is nothing else, my lord, I shall take my leave."
Hun Changqing nodded and was about to speak when the thunder of hooves suddenly rang out beyond Mittel Manor. Looking up, he saw, to his surprise, streams of black surging in from every corner of the Carriage Company. Within moments, they had packed the street outside the manor.
"Are those the Imperial Family's troops?"
Ya Fei stared in surprise at the soldiers riding horses and clad in black armor. Then, seeing what they did next, she raised her delicate brows, lightly covered her crimson lips with a hand, and laughed.
"The Imperial Family certainly knows how to play its cards. When the Mittel Family faced disaster earlier, they never showed themselves. Now that our ancestor has returned, turned the tide, and slaughtered every one of those Misty Cloud Sect disciples outside our gates, they've suddenly become quite enthusiastic, sending such elite troops to clean up the