Chapter 90: Her Father—Mu Jingfeng

"I swear…" Mu Qingyun followed Su's gaze and looked at the person ahead—Xiong Ruoyou, who sat there in sorrow and regret. She sighed helplessly. "You two go back and rest."

With that, she stood up and walked toward Xiong Ruoyou.

Xiong Ruoyou heard someone approaching behind her but didn't turn around.

It wasn't because she was completely broken inside—she simply didn't have the face to see Mu-ge.

Mu-ge had tried to advise her, both openly and subtly, but she wouldn't listen. Even when she was asked, she refused to say anything about her contact with Mu Xueyao.

One could say that everything that happened today was because she hadn't been honest with Mu-ge.

"Still upset?" Mu Qingyun stared at the foolish bear in front of her, who was silently staring at the ground without saying a word. She could only try to comfort her. "In life, you'll meet countless people. It's impossible that they're all good."

"I'm not that sad," Xiong Ruoyou muttered, biting her lip. She turned around, but still couldn't bring herself to meet her gaze. "I just feel guilty. You've always treated me well, unconditionally, but I…"

"Shh—"

Mu Qingyun raised a finger to her lips, gently shaking her head. "As long as you're not heartbroken, that's enough. No need to say anything else."

"Mu-ge…"

"Alright, since it's nothing serious, go back and get some rest." She quickly cut off Xiong Ruoyou's emotional words and turned to walk back into the house.

She disliked sentimental moments. Perhaps it was because she lacked a bit of empathy—when others were crying their hearts out, she only felt awkward.

"…Alright." Xiong Ruoyou replied softly and followed her back toward the house.

With that farce over, the live chat finally quieted down. A few viewers praised Mu Qingyun for staying calm and clear-headed, ensuring that Xiong Ruoyou wasn't wrongfully blamed.

But suddenly, Mu Qingyun's wrist emitted a soft "ding." She turned her head instinctively and saw that her livestream device had somehow shut off on its own.

What was going on? Malfunction?

Frowning in confusion, she was just about to reach out and turn it back on when her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She instinctively looked up—and found herself staring directly into a face.

It was a handsome face with strong features and a composed expression. He looked refined, yes—but seeing a man's face suddenly appear at the window in the middle of the night would startle anyone.

"…Who are you?"

The surprise only lasted a moment. Mu Qingyun quickly regained her composure and stared at the man coldly.

This face was unfamiliar to her—but to the original host of this body, it was all too familiar.

Ever since discovering her true identity, the original Mu Qingyun had gathered photos of this man from everywhere and looked at them day and night, hoping for the day they would meet.

The Emperor of the Empire—Mu Jingfeng.

"You don't recognize me?" Mu Jingfeng stared at her coldly for a long time, then let out a sneering laugh. "Come out. I have something to say to you."

Mu Qingyun: …

That tone—was he treating her like a subordinate?

A glint of frost flashed in her eyes. She didn't get up. Instead, she deliberately leaned back into a more comfortable position.

"Sorry, uncle. I have no idea who you are."

"What's wrong? Think you're impressive now?" Mu Jingfeng remained expressionless despite her sarcasm. "Weren't you the one begging me to acknowledge you not long ago?"

Tch. So he knew about that?

Mu Qingyun was momentarily dazed. If it weren't for the DNA test presented by the official who brought her here—and the fact that Mu Jingfeng himself had acknowledged it back then—she would've seriously suspected that the original Mu Qingyun was the fake princess.

"Don't make me laugh," Mu Qingyun scoffed coldly. "I've never met you before. I come from another planet. You don't rule over me. My identification is registered elsewhere."

"Say whatever you want," Mu Jingfeng said coldly, his eyes full of killing intent. "I came here today only to inform you: you have five days. After that, you must leave."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." She frowned, heart sinking.

Mu Jingfeng's eyes darkened in irritation, clearly disgusted by what he saw as her "stupidity."

"You think you're so capable? Fine. I'll give you ten days. If you can accumulate enough virtual beast points in that time, you may qualify to leave the wilderness and advance.

But if you fail to reach the quota, you'll eliminate yourself—voluntarily."

Hearing that, Mu Qingyun almost laughed aloud. She didn't even want to dignify him with a response, yet a deep sadness unexpectedly surged up from within her.

This emotion clearly came from the original host—but now, it had infected her too.

She felt she had to say something.

"Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? I only have a little over two hundred points right now. In ten days, even if I fought nonstop day and night, I still wouldn't reach the target."

"That has nothing to do with me," Mu Jingfeng said indifferently. "My only goal is to make sure you are gone in ten days. If you are still here by then, I will use every means at my disposal to make you disappear."

"Disappear? Are you saying you want to kill me?" Her brow arched. If she weren't in a weakened state right now, she would've flung a fireball at him already.

Did he even hear himself? His words were just like the cold-hearted emperor from her past life.

"That's right. Of course, you're free not to believe me," Mu Jingfeng's face remained impassive—like a true bureaucratic machine. "Some things, you have to learn the hard way. Whatever consequences follow, you will bear them yourself."

The threat in his tone was unmistakable. Mu Qingyun stared at the cold, revered face that so many people worshipped and let out a bitter laugh.

"Why?"

Why treat your own daughter like this?

"You are in the way of Yao'er," Mu Jingfeng said, eyes filled with contempt. "You should never have provoked her in the first place. Even without her, you would never have become a princess."

His gaze turned colder. "Blame yourself for not staying in your place. You had to create conflict with Yao'er—and all for the sake of a foolish bear, you dragged Yao'er down with you."

Mu Qingyun had no desire to argue with him anymore.

In Mu Jingfeng's eyes, Mu Xueyao was his heir. Anyone who stood in her way, anyone who might threaten her, would be discarded and eliminated like trash.

It was just like in her previous life—her father then had adored the crown prince, who was a complete fool. Yet that emperor had cleared every obstacle for him at any cost, even sacrificing his other sons.

Was this her fate? That no matter what world she lived in, her father would always abandon her?

"I have said what I came to say. Think carefully before you make a decision you will regret." With those parting words, Mu Jingfeng turned to leave.

"Stop."