Chapter 148: Shocking Revelation! Duan Yu Isn’t Duan Zhengchun’s Son?!

Night had fallen.

The moon hung high in the sky.

Zhou Yi gently picked up Wang Yuyan. Glancing at the snow-white silk on the ground now marked with Mandala Manor's unique crimson camellia emblem, he quietly stashed it away. Carrying Wang Yuyan, he returned to the room.

"Yuyan, you should rest. I'm going to pay your mother a visit."

After applying medicine to Wang Yuyan's wounds, Zhou Yi left the room amidst her bashful yet reproachful gaze and went to find Li Qingluo.

Li Qingluo had already changed into her inner garments and sat restlessly in her room, lost in thought.

Whenever Zhou Yi came to mind, a faint blush involuntarily crept onto her cheeks.

"It's so late... That rascal... How could Yuyan endure it?"

Li Qingluo muttered, half in shock and half in annoyance, as her thoughts wandered to Duan Zhengchun.

Truly, without comparison, there is no harm.

"Is Madam thinking about me?"

A teasing voice suddenly sounded from behind her. Li Qingluo was startled and turned abruptly, only to find Zhou Yi sitting casually on her bed, though she had no idea how he had entered.

"You… How did you get in here?"

Li Qingluo's eyes widened. The windows and door were all securely shut. How had he entered without making a sound?

With a faint hum, Zhou Yi's figure disappeared before her astonished eyes, only to reappear right in front of her moments later.

"Ah... Are you human or a ghost?"

Li Qingluo screamed in fright, staggering backward. Before she could fall, Zhou Yi reached out and caught her plump figure, pulling her into his arms.

"Madam, do I seem like a ghost or a man to you?"

Feeling his warm and strong chest and the heat of his breath on her face, Li Qingluo dismissed her fear. Ghosts didn't have warmth like this.

Yet, could this really be martial arts? It seemed far too eerie and formidable.

"Actually, I come from another world," Zhou Yi said straightforwardly, without any pretense. "Yuyan has already agreed to leave with me. However, she can't bear to part from you, and I also don't wish for you two to be separated. That's why I want you to come with us."

Li Qingluo was speechless.

It took her a long time to process Zhou Yi's astonishing words. When he casually gestured and conjured a portal before her, most of her doubts dissipated, though she still found it hard to believe.

This was too fantastical, like a dream.

Were there truly immortals in this world? Other realms?

But looking at Zhou Yi's otherworldly appearance and demeanor, if immortals did exist, surely they would look like him—impossibly handsome, beyond mortal comprehension.

Even so, she hesitated.

"Does Madam still have feelings for Duan Zhengchun?" Zhou Yi suddenly asked, as if reading her thoughts.

"Hm? How did you know?"

Li Qingluo was startled. Not even Wang Yuyan knew about her past with Duan Zhengchun.

"Think of me as an immortal," Zhou Yi said with a faint smile. "I not only know about your relationship with Duan Zhengchun but also that Yuyan is actually his daughter."

"You know that too?"

Li Qingluo's eyes widened. Even Duan Zhengchun himself didn't know this. Could Zhou Yi truly be an all-knowing immortal?

"And I also know that the Duan Yu you captured earlier is Dao Baifeng's son."

"What? Duan Yu is that wench's son?"

Li Qingluo's hatred for Dao Baifeng flared. It made sense, given Duan Yu's familiarity with Dali's camellias.

Zhou Yi observed her ever-changing expression and said with a faint smile, "Are you thinking of detaining Duan Yu here at Mandala Manor to lure Duan Zhengchun out?"

"You… Can you read minds?"

Li Qingluo clutched her chest, staring at Zhou Yi in shock. Only then did she realize she had been held in his arms the entire time.

She pushed against him, but he didn't budge.

"Actually, Duan Yu isn't Duan Zhengchun's son," Zhou Yi remarked.

"What?"

This time, Li Qingluo's shock was laced with confusion. Hadn't he just said Duan Yu was Dao Baifeng's son?

Zhou Yi sighed inwardly at the simplicity of the woman in his arms and explained bluntly:

"Because Duan Yu was conceived when Dao Baifeng, in retaliation for Duan Zhengchun's infidelity, had a tryst with a beggar."

"What? Duan Yu is the son of that wench and a beggar?!"

Li Qingluo froze for a moment before bursting into hysterical laughter.

"Ha! Dao Baifeng, that self-proclaimed paragon of virtue, ended up with a beggar?!"

Her laughter turned maniacal. "I must tell Duan Zhengchun! Let's see how she dares call herself a princess consort!"

Zhou Yi watched her gloating expression with mild amusement but soon grew bored. He decided to cut the chatter short.

"You… dare—"

Li Qingluo's indignation was swiftly subdued by Zhou Yi's imposing presence. Years of loneliness left her defenseless against his overwhelming charm.

"You rascal…"

It wasn't long before she melted in his arms, her eyes shimmering with water.

"Tell me, Madam, what's so great about Duan Zhengchun?" Zhou Yi whispered into her ear.

"He's not as handsome as you…"

"Does his cultivation surpass mine?"

"No…"

"His much-vaunted 'Solitary Yang Finger' technique? What's so special about that? I've mastered it too, along with far more exquisite techniques like the 'Lingxi Finger.' Allow me to teach you."

Under the radiant moonlight and brilliant stars, the night deepened.

Elsewhere, Duan Yu lay amidst the camellias, recalling the mysterious girl whose voice had stirred his blood during the day.

"Ah, but no matter how beautiful she is, she can't compare to my goddess!"

Thinking of the jade statue of the "fairy sister" he had once seen, he soon drifted into a lovestruck stupor.

Meanwhile, Wang Yuyan slept soundly, blissfully unaware of the events unfolding with her mother, Li Qingluo.

As dawn broke, Zhou Yi turned his attention to the rewards earned from his interactions with Wang Yuyan and Li Qingluo.

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