My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

"Junior."

"In this match of chess, once again, I find myself defeated."

Clutching the chess pieces, Emperor Feng Yang lifted his gaze to the sky, feeling the sunlight of the immortal realm somewhat glaring today.

Setting down the pieces, Emperor Feng Yang surveyed the chessboard. In his mind, he reviewed the layout, the midgame, and the endgame; at every stage, Gu Lan's moves were seamless, flawless, and without any loopholes.

Was this mere understanding? It was clearly a chaotic slaughter!

"Junior!"

"Yes?"

"This time, I will not hold back any longer!"

Seeing Emperor Feng Yang so engrossed in elevating his state of mind, Gu Lan smiled faintly, waved her hand, and dispersed the chessboard.

The next match commenced.

Gu Lan did not hold back, and with a new ingenious move, she checkmated Emperor Feng Yang once again.

"I've lost!"

"Junior, another round!"

Emperor Feng Yang fought on despite repeated defeats, showing no signs of dismay.

Gu Lan was delighted. This Star Array was quite interesting.

Emperor Feng Yang's chess prowess was formidable; though he fell short of Zhang Qingwei, he was quite content when he emerged victorious.

Playing chess was joyful, and winning made it even more so. As long as one played, they could understand that happiness.

With Gu Lan's direct insights into the highest realms of chess, he could experience this joy at any time.

In this world, the only one who could match him was the lady who roamed the mortal realm, wielding power and influence, ruling over all...

"My Lord!"

"Indeed, hiding here to play chess... Have you grown weary from your recent cultivation?"

At this moment, a familiar voice reached Gu Lan's ears.

Gu Lan turned around.

Mu Yuyan floated on a cloud of mist, arriving at the side of the chessboard, nodding in greeting to Emperor Feng Yang.

After exchanging pleasantries, she cast a reproachful glance at Gu Lan.

Just as she had made a breakthrough in her sword technique during cultivation, intending to share the good news with her husband, she heard from Gu Xiaoqi that Gu Lan had gone fishing and playing chess on Tianyin Peak.

Fishing piqued Gu Xiaoqi's interest, but once it turned into chess, Gu Xiaoqi lost interest. As for chess, it only troubled Gu Xiaoqi.

With time for fishing and chess, wouldn't it be more enjoyable to wander around with her disciples from Sanxing Peak?

Gu Xiaoqi lacked interest in chess, but Mu Yuyan, upon hearing about it, felt a bit tempted.

During their time in the Jing Nation, she often played against Zhang Qingwei, with evenly matched skills. Playing against Gu Lan, she won more often than not.

Silence is a sign of true nobility.

Mu Yuyan quietly watched the two play.

Due to her presence, Gu Lan hastened the pace of the game.

"Alas, I have lost again."

"Friend Gu, your skill in chess is unparalleled, something I've rarely witnessed. Admirable, truly admirable!" sighed Emperor Feng Yang, placing down his chess pieces.

Once again, he was checkmated.

Looking at the seemingly hopeless chessboard before him, his feelings were quite complex.

Despite never winning once, each match against Gu Lan left him exhilarated, as if he had engaged in a battle of wits with a peerless master.

The intricacies of the game were so profound that by the end, he cared less about winning or losing.

"Miss Mu, are you also proficient in the art of chess?"

At this moment, Emperor Feng Yang's gaze fell upon Mu Yuyan beside him, his eyes suddenly brightening.

Upon hearing this, Mu Yuyan nodded slightly and replied, "I have some understanding."

Once again, just some understanding?

Upon hearing these two words, Emperor Feng Yang felt a sense of unease, but he still courteously invited Mu Yuyan to a match.

As cultivators of the Imperial Realm, in his eyes, gender was irrelevant; as long as one was a strong contender, they should spar.

After several matches against Gu Lan, Emperor Feng Yang had not won a single one. Now, he urgently needed a victory to fill the void in his heart.

Meanwhile, Gu Lan had long noticed her own wife's eagerness to play. Thus, she began to explain the differences between the Star Array and a typical chess game.

The match began, with Mu Yuyan taking the black pieces and making her first move at the central position known as heaven yuan.

The black piece stood like a lone soldier, guarding the center with a chilling aura.

Initiating the game with a move at heaven yuan was not without its risks; it was a move reserved for either novices or the most skilled masters.

However, with Gu Lan's experience as a reference, Emperor Feng Yang became increasingly cautious, sensing that Mu Yuyan's strategy was anything but simple.

In this match, Emperor Feng Yang chose a conservative approach. The more he played defensively, the fiercer Mu Yuyan's attacks became.

On the sidelines, Gu Lan smiled. In her view, Emperor Feng Yang had already lost this match.

Though their chess skills were evenly matched, losing in terms of momentum meant losing half the battle.

Sure enough, under Mu Yuyan's relentless assault, by midgame, Emperor Feng Yang found himself in a position of absolute disadvantage.

"Miss Mu's chess skill is exquisite; I am humbled in defeat," Emperor Feng Yang admitted, placing down his pieces and conceding.

He had never imagined that as the second in the Immortal Realm's chess world, he couldn't even win a single match against Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan.

No, he hadn't won a single game.

If news of these matches spread to his old friends, he would surely be the subject of ridicule.

After another loss, Emperor Feng Yang decided to watch a match between Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan instead of playing.

Sometimes, spectators see clearer than the players themselves. He wanted to observe the flaws in their strategies.

The match between Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan commenced.

Once again, Mu Yuyan took the black pieces and initiated a move at heaven yuan.

Facing her resolute aggression, Gu Lan remained unperturbed and made a seemingly ordinary move in one of the corner positions.

One person attacking, the other defending, from midgame to endgame. Under Mu Yuyan's powerful offensive pressure, Gu Lan finally exposed a vulnerability.

Seizing the opportunity, Mu Yuyan pressed on, and in the final showdown, she emerged victorious with a half-point advantage.

"Madam's skill has improved once again; I concede wholeheartedly," Gu Lan said with a smile.

"A narrow victory over my husband, that's all," Mu Yuyan replied with a coy smile, her eyes betraying a hint of gentleness.

This victory was hard-earned but immensely satisfying. Every time she played against her husband, she narrowly triumphed.

Such matches were more exhilarating than a straightforward win.

What surprised her even more was the revelation through playing the Star Array chess.

She discovered that her cultivation progressed at a rate comparable to her diligent practice in the cave.

Could playing chess truly enhance one's cultivation? To confirm this, Mu Yuyan played another match with Gu Lan.

Once again, it was an evenly matched game.
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This time, Mu Yuyan narrowly won by two points.

On the sidelines, Emperor Feng Yang's eyes sparkled.

Through the two recent matches, he realized that Gu Lan's defensive stance was not flawless, and Mu Yuyan's offensive strategy was not unstoppable.

He felt enlightened once more.

"Junior, let's have one final match!" Emperor Feng Yang proposed, eager to play Gu Lan again.

Gu Lan agreed readily.

Straining his mind to lose two matches to his wife without leaving any trace, Emperor Feng Yang now needed to release his tension.

Same chessboard, different outcome.

No matter how aggressively Emperor Feng Yang attacked, Gu Lan's strategy showed no flaws, while he, on the other hand, exposed many weaknesses under her attacks, losing many pieces.

Emperor Feng Yang conceded defeat, raising his head to see that dusk had fallen.

The sun... The sunlight today was still glaring.

The wind continued its uproar.

Losing a few matches of chess was nothing to fuss over... The Emperor Feng Yang sighed and waved his hand, not taking away a single cloud.

...

At night, Emperor Feng Yang stood by the window, admiring the moon.

The moonlight shimmered like water.

As the bright moonlight reflected in Emperor Feng Yang's eyes, he seemed to see the chess games played with Gu Lan during the day, and he heard the prophecy that the old friend had once told him...

He furrowed his brows slowly.

Wasn't I supposed to see things clearly as a spectator?

How come I can't see through the chessboard of this world...