My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Feng Ruoxue emptied the wine from the jug in her hand with a single gulp. She glanced at the two individuals before rising to her feet and leaving directly.

"Sir, why did that woman attack that man?" Mu Yuyan inquired.

"Perhaps she intervened out of a sense of justice? Heh, I didn't sense any hostility from her," Gu Lan replied gently, with a soft smile.

"But it seems something is concealing her aura, making it difficult to discern her cultivation level with aura reading techniques," Gu Lan continued.

Mu Yuyan and Gu Lan exchanged messages through telepathy. Mu Yuyan recalled the gaze of Feng Ruoxue just moments ago, stirring a familiar sensation within her, different from the familiarity she felt in the Spirit Gathering Immortal Valley.

"Someone dared to lay hands on the Fengyang City Lord in Fengyang City. Truly, they are tired of living!"

"Regardless of whether Emperor Feng Yang is present in the city now or not, the twelve immortal emperors guarding Fengyang City are all formidable figures who suppress a region."

"I suspect that mysterious assailant from earlier, no matter how well they conceal their aura, may not escape the investigation of the immortal emperors."

"Fengyang City Lord seemed to be heading towards those two individuals just now and exchanged words with them. Could the attack on Fengyang City Lord be related to them?"

In the inn, discussions among various cultivators ensued. The main topic was naturally the Fengyang City Lord, but many also began to cast their gazes towards Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan.

In their eyes, Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan's cultivations seemed average, showing little sign of extensive training. However, suspicion couldn't be completely ruled out.

More and more eyes turned towards them. However, before they could react, they suddenly found that Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan had vanished in an instant.

Back at the unique inn cave of the Immortal Realm, as soon as the two opened the door, a message jade flew straight towards them.

The message contained only a few simple words: "Feng Ruoxue, of the Feng Clan in the Immortal Realm, visits her old friend."

"Feng Ruoxue, the one who intervened earlier?" Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan simultaneously thought of this answer. They exchanged a glance, each seeing a hint of inquiry in the other's eyes.

What did this old friend mean? Neither of them knew Feng Ruoxue, and they had only heard of her name recently. But since she had lent a hand earlier, and now came to visit, it didn't seem like a lie.

"Sir, I feel very familiar with that Feng Ruoxue. Perhaps it's because of the traces of aura on me, which might have led her to misunderstand," Mu Yuyan suggested.

"Let's meet and talk with her," Gu Lan nodded, sending the message jade back.

Before long, Feng Ruoxue, dressed in white like snow, arrived at the door of their cave dwelling. She halted her steps, her eyes fixed firmly on Mu Yuyan.

Though her gaze appeared cold, beneath that icy exterior, a hint of undisguised excitement flickered.

Eyes are the windows to the soul; no matter how one cultivates an otherworldly aura or adopts an aloof demeanor, the flutter of the heart cannot be concealed.

"I know you are not her... Do you recognize this?" Feng Ruoxue didn't beat around the bush, presenting a frost-blue hairpin.

As Mu Yuyan looked at the hairpin in her palm, her emotions became more apparent. She felt the hairpin was familiar but couldn't recall its name. So, she shook her head.

"This is the Frost Soul Hairpin, crafted from the heart of the Frost Soul Stone we obtained when we journeyed to the Snow Clan's sacred land in the past," Feng Ruoxue explained. "It was the first gift she gave me. You may not remember, and that's alright..."

Feng Ruoxue paused, her usually aloof voice now tinged with emotion, speaking several sentences in succession.

If anyone familiar with her in the Immortal Realm were to witness the goddess of the Wind Clan in such a state, they would surely be greatly surprised.

At that moment, she produced a blue crystal ice ring from her hand, with a faint azure flame flickering on it.

Showing the ring, she looked expectantly at Mu Yuyan.

However, after gazing at the stunning woman before her for a moment, Mu Yuyan still shook her head apologetically, "I'm sorry, senior. Due to gaining some memories from that inheritance, I know you and the senior must have been friends... But I, too, am not fully aware of her past."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ruoxue's hand holding the ice ring paused in mid-air.

"Indeed, perhaps... I was harboring some unrealistic fantasies," she said softly. "If you were truly her, you would surely remember this Qian Blue Ice Ring..."

Feng Ruoxue couldn't hide her disappointment, as she had already vaguely guessed the outcome. The woman before her, whose aura closely resembled the one in her memories, had only inherited her legacy... She was not her.

She could never return. This regret, destined to burden her for eternity... Feng Ruoxue thought silently, shaking her head, gazing at Mu Yuyan with mixed emotions.

There was both joy and sorrow. However, after pondering for a while, she let out a sigh. It seemed like she temporarily let go of her obsession, as her aura returned to calmness.

She openly discussed her connection with the Snow Clan and briefly mentioned her friendship with the Snow Clan's saintess.

Mu Yuyan instantly understood why Feng Ruoxue sought her out and deeply empathized with the pure bond between women. Wasn't her relationship with Yexi similar?

Meanwhile, seeing the two equally stunning beauties looking at each other silently, Gu Lan spoke up and asked Feng Ruoxue about her reasons for targeting Fengyang City Lord earlier.

"Why did you intervene against Feng Long in that inn just now?" Gu Lan inquired.

Feng Ruoxue glanced at Gu Lan and replied nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, I just didn't like him."

Why does it feel like there's some hostility towards me... Gu Lan felt puzzled by her tone.

Feng Ruoxue didn't look at Gu Lan again. Despite admitting that she was briefly attracted by his appearance when she first saw him she recalled the scene of Mu Yuyan and Gu Lan embracing each other so intimately!

Despite knowing that Mu Yuyan was not her old friend, she still harbored some animosity towards Gu Lan in her heart!

This feeling was quite peculiar. It was like... a man stealing away one's best friend?

Even though this man was outstanding in every aspect and treated one's friend well, it still made one feel uncomfortable. This was the first time she had experienced such a feeling, and she was utterly perplexed.

However, Feng Ruoxue was not like the ordinary people in the inn. She knew that Gu Lan's talent was extraordinary, and his background was unfathomable.
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Although he seemed to be only at the peak of the Emperor Realm, he gave her a sense of danger!

There weren't many people in the world who could make her so vigilant!

If it were any other time, encountering such a rare genius in the Six Realms, she would have exchanged a few words to represent her Wind Clan behind her.

But seeing Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan cuddling together, she lost interest.

"I see."

"That guy indeed is quite detestable," Gu Lan noticed Feng Ruoxue's attitude but didn't bother with it, responding calmly without minding.

The higher one's cultivation, the longer one's lifespan, and the more important cherished individuals become in one's heart.

Previously, when Feng Ruoxue mistook her wife for the Snow Clan's saintess, and now knowing that her wife had only inherited the legacy, the sudden loss and the sense of 'gaining and losing' were indeed difficult to digest.

Actually, when Feng Ruoxue intervened in the inn earlier, Gu Lan had already noticed something.

That invisible, silent attack, which could deceive the eyes of ordinary cultivators but not those of the same level, made him sense that Feng Ruoxue's cultivation was similar to his own, and might even be slightly superior.

But he had a feeling that Feng Ruoxue's actual combat power was not stronger than his own... This wasn't narcissism, but a kind of judgment. And this judgment made Gu Lan doubt in his heart:

Was he really only at the peak of the Emperor Realm right now?

Then why hadn't he broken through yet?

Gu Lan shook his head, inexplicably feeling a lack of anticipation for the upcoming world-shaking battle.

The strong in the Immortal Realm couldn't bring him pressure. Feng Ruoxue's battle with Emperor Feng Yang probably wouldn't give him any particularly useful insights.

"Miss... Miss Mu, since you have inherited her legacy, these two items should belong to you as well..."

At this moment, Feng Ruoxue's jade hand brushed the table, and a sword and a secret technique appeared before her.

The sword was the Frost Cloud Condensation Sword, the ancestral sword of the Snow Clan.

The secret technique was a set of corresponding sword techniques and sword formations.

The saintess of the Snow Clan had previously practiced other techniques before she could refine this set of techniques.

After the Snow Clan was exterminated, the Frost Cloud Condensation Sword was confiscated by one of the seven families in the Immortal Realm.

Thousands of years ago, Feng Ruoxue had paid a considerable price to retrieve this sword from that family.

Seeing the Frost Cloud Condensation Sword, Gu Lan was somewhat surprised. Even without direct contact, he could sense that this sword was probably a treasure surpassing the Emperor artifacts!

Such a treasure, even the strongest in the Immortal Realm would covet it, right?

Such a precious item was given away just because the inheritor of her old friend, showing Feng Ruoxue's deep nostalgia for the senior of the Snow Clan... Gu Lan's respect for Feng Ruoxue increased by another notch.

"Thank you, Senior!"

Mu Yuyan, seeing Feng Ruoxue's determined gaze, knew she couldn't refuse and softly accepted the sword and secret technique, expressing her gratitude with a bow.

When she saw the Frost Cloud Condensation Sword, she was greatly pleased. Somewhere in her memory, it faintly resonated with her soul.

Mu Yuyan immediately understood that this was the sword the saintess of the Snow Clan should have used, and it was also the sword she wanted her to use.

"I can see your talent, and I look forward... to the day you wield this sword against your enemies."

Leaving behind the Frost Cloud Condensation Sword, Feng Ruoxue's mouth under her veil lifted in resignation, then nodded and left.