In an instant, Yun Zhen's face became exceptionally ugly. Meeting those cold, bloodthirsty eyes and then looking at Yun Xiao in his arms, he suddenly understood.
However, he truly couldn't believe what he was seeing. His Xiao'er, whom he had rushed back to see after traveling thousands of miles, was leaning in another man's embrace. This deeply stimulated him.
Yun Zhen took a step back, his face somewhat pale in the moonlight, staring coldly at Murong Chong.
"Xiao'er, what is going on? You are with a murderous demon. If Father knew?"
In the cool night, the voice was incredibly sharp. Yun Xiao felt a pang of sadness but quickly regained her composure.
Yun Zhen, who always treated people with gentleness and politeness, would surely listen to her explanation. She smiled and began to speak, "Brother, he is not like what outsiders say?"
But before her words could be uttered, Yun Zhen quickly interrupted her.
"Xiao'er, brother does not agree with you being with this murderous great demon. Are you still a member of our Yun family?"
Yun Xiao was somewhat taken aback. She looked up at Yun Zhen, seeing the coldness flashing in his pupils and a frost covering his face. He glared fiercely at Murong Chong, as if they were sworn enemies.
She had never seen her brother Yun Zhen display such a cold demeanor. She had always thought him to be gentle and refined, as smooth and perfect as jade.
Even in the perilous situation at Fengya Pass, he had remained elegant and graceful. But tonight, he seemed to have lost his composure.
At this moment, it seemed inappropriate to provoke him further. She would explain to him slowly after Murong left.
Yun Xiao looked up at Murong Chong. "Murong, you should go back first."
"No," Murong Chong flatly refused, his hands possessively tightening around Yun Xiao's waist.
This man was named Yun Zhen, Yun Xiao's brother. But Murong Chong clearly saw the possessiveness of a man towards a woman in his eyes.
He was angry not because his sister was with such a man, but because he wanted to possess his sister all to himself.
Upon realizing this man's intentions, Murong Chong's face turned as cold as ice and as hard as iron. Killing intent radiated from his entire being as he glared at Yun Zhen opposite him.
In the dark night, one in white clothes fluttered lightly, his black hair like ink. The lifelike mask made his face even more cold and stern.
One in green clothes with a loose sash, his fine belt flowing, his gentle and refined face was covered in biting cold and absolute detachment. His pupils blazed with fiery anger. The two stood rigidly, locked in a stalemate in the cool night.
Yun Xiao looked from one to the other. Suddenly, Murong Chong released his grip. Yun Xiao's heart rejoiced, thinking Murong had agreed with her. However, he sprang up and leaped into the air.
Yun Zhen, unwilling to be outdone, rose into the air. White and green figures instantly entangled in combat.
At this moment, Yun Xiao's subordinate Liu Xing, and Murong's two subordinates, Zhui Feng and Zhui Yue, all emerged. Zhui Yue wanted to step forward to help, but Murong's cold voice stopped him.
"No one is allowed to move."
This was his woman's affair, and he would not allow anyone else to interfere.
Two streaks of light intertwined in the air, moving swiftly and attacking without holding back.
Frankly, Yun Xiao knew that Yun Zhen could not defeat Murong Chong. Murong's martial arts were extremely powerful; it would be difficult to find an equal in this world.
She had heard him mention once that his master had transferred sixty years of internal energy to him, and he also took pills to enhance his internal energy. Therefore, his internal energy had reached the pinnacle of perfection, and ordinary people were no match for him.
Although she had not seen Yun Zhen's martial arts, she could imagine that no matter how high his skill, it would not surpass Murong's.
As expected, the two quickly separated, the victor decided. Yun Zhen was defeated. Murong, considering Yun Xiao's feelings, did not injure him. If it were anyone else trying to snatch his woman, they would have died tonight.
In the cold moonlight, Yun Zhen's face was deathly pale. His green robes were covered in frost, and he was utterly silent. Even the surrounding air seemed to have frozen. His pupils were dead and dull as he stared at Murong Chong.
Unwilling, unconvinced, but ultimately defeated.
Yun Xiao didn't understand why it was like this. Even though her brother lost, there was no need for him to look so miserable, as if something catastrophic had happened. It was just a lost match; victory and defeat were common in warfare.
Yun Xiao wanted to go over and offer him some comfort.
But Murong Chong did not give her the opportunity. He moved, pulling her into his embrace, and spoke in a deep, possessive tone.
"Xiao'er."
Yun Xiao looked up and gave him a sideways glance. Regarding everything that had happened tonight, she was utterly bewildered from beginning to end.
Murong Chong, being clever, didn't mention anything. Xiao'er wouldn't realize that this so-called brother harbored inappropriate feelings for her. How could he allow them to be together?
Yun Zhen couldn't bear the stimulation of the scene and turned to leave hastily. Yun Xiao didn't know where he was going and anxiously called out, "Brother?"
Yun Zhen stopped abruptly, turned back, and smiled a sudden, incredibly desolate smile. In the cold moonlight, it was like an illusory flower blooming in the void, so ethereal and unreal.
"It's nothing. I'm returning to the Prince's residence."
After speaking, he left without looking back, his figure forlorn. His once gentle and jade-like face was bitten by his teeth until his lips bled, yet he felt no pain.
Should he let this man have Xiao'er? No, that was absolutely impossible. But what could he do to snatch Xiao'er back from this man?
In the moonlight, his pupils were tinged with blood, looking extremely strange.
Inside the building, Yun Xiao watched her brother leave. With a "pop," she slapped away Murong's hand that was tightly embracing her. Her figure flickered, and she floated to the second floor.
Liu Xing, Zhui Yue, and Zhui Feng immediately scattered. The events that followed were not for idle onlookers to see or hear. They were to get as far away as possible. Thus, everyone wisely avoided the scene, and even Wan Wan went to Yan Mei's room to stay for the night.
In a room on the second floor.
Yun Xiao sat upright in a chair, her legs folded, her body coiled. Her face was somber, and a profound stillness radiated from her, the air itself carrying a chilling, thin coldness.
Murong Chong leaned motionlessly against the window, gazing at her. A hint of worry flickered in his deep black pupils. Now Yun Zhen had appeared; he wondered who else would discover her beauty later, and how he could hold onto her tightly.
Yun Xiao didn't know what was wrong with Yun Zhen tonight. Although she was sulking, she didn't blame Murong. She just felt a blockage in her chest, but couldn't pinpoint the reason.
Yun Zhen forbidding her from being with Murong was, in a way, normal.
The world said that the Palace Master of Shenlong Palace was a bloodthirsty demon. Who knew that he actually possessed a heart as exquisite as a lotus?
"Murong, you should go back. I want to be alone and quiet."
"I'll stay with you." Murong Chong knew she wasn't feeling well and wasn't about to leave her to sit alone in solitude. He moved, striding to the bedside, and said calmly, "I told you I'm sleeping here tonight."
With that, he truly lifted the hem of his robe, brazenly leaning back on the bed. He didn't look at Yun Xiao, his hands casually folded beneath his head, legs crossed, his expression one of impishness.
Yun Xiao was helpless. This was something they had agreed upon earlier, and she didn't resist.
Moreover, tonight, her brother had inexplicably thrown a tantrum, and it had nothing to do with Murong. Yun Zhen wasn't even listening to her words. It seemed she should find an opportunity to talk to him tomorrow.
Murong was not as wicked as the legends claimed.
"Murong, where are you going tomorrow?"
"Jiangnan."