Deciding Not to Wash His Face for Three Days

"Good, very good. The Nangong family sure has some nerve!"

Returning to the Drifting Petal Palace, Nangong Ling was met with the seething anger of Shangguan Mingyue.

"Kindly tell Nangong Lin that if he dares to appear in front of my aunt again, don't blame me if my sword doesn't recognize him!" Shangguan Mingyue's eyes reddened, her chest heaving, and her sword, illuminated by the sunlight, gleamed brilliantly as it pointed menacingly in Nangong Ling's direction.

When Nangong Lin came up the mountain, she was managing the business of Shengyu Trading in Fufeng City. Later, she heard that the man who had made her aunt heartbroken was shamelessly coming back to seek reconciliation. This filled her with uncontrollable rage, and she couldn't help but think of how many innocent plants and trees in the mountains had become the victims of her sword in her fit of anger.

"Nangong Lin is here?" Nangong Ling was stunned to hear that his playboy uncle had come to the Drifting Petal Palace.