4664

Chapter 4664: 5.0416 Retreat as Advance

"Constantly disturbing the peace of the family, what exactly do you want?" A middle-aged man with a short black beard and luxurious robes stepped out from the main mountain gate, his gaze cold as he looked at Zhuo Yan.

"It was I who sent Xue'er and Zhao Yi to Wangchuan to investigate the matter of the Tianji Secret Realm."

"Do you have an objection to my actions as City Lord?"

"Master!" Zhao Yi's face lit up when he saw the newcomer, and he and his fellow disciples turned to bow to the middle-aged man.

Mu Xiaoxue, slumped on the ground, looking utterly disheveled, sobbed as she raised her head and called out, "Father."

Mu Jinghong frowned and coldly told the disciples, "Why aren't you helping your junior sister up from the ground?"

"Zhuo Yan, rein yourself in! Xue'er is also my daughter."

"Am I to be interfered with and lectured by you, Mu Jinghong, when I discipline an illegitimate daughter born of an outsider?" Zhuo Yan looked coldly at Mu Jinghong. "You are truly laughable."

"Zhuo Yan!" Mu Jinghong glared angrily at Zhuo Yan, taking a deep breath and trying his best to suppress the rage in his heart.

He turned to his continuously weeping daughter, Mu Xiaoxue, and said, "Xue'er, your mother has been in a bad mood recently, don't take it to heart. Alright, help Miss back."

"Send her to the confinement room."

"Zhuo Yan!" Mu Jinghong glared at the Great Madam, exasperated. "Don't go too far!"

"Heh, Mu Jinghong, I'm disciplining that hussy's hussy daughter on behalf of that hussy. If I don't discipline her properly, who knows, one day this thing that hussy raised might even give you a grandson!"

"Look at her cheap act, she's truly a born hussy. Who is she putting on this tearful, innocent facade for? Just like her hussy mother. Only knows how to use her beauty to please men, mesmerizing several senior brothers who chase after her like wild dogs after food all day long."

"Zhuo Yan!!!" Mu Jinghong roared, sweeping a palm towards Zhuo Yan.

"Mother!" A young woman swiftly ran from behind the crowd, supporting Zhuo Yan, who had stumbled back several steps.

Zhuo Yan's face twisted for a moment. She stared at Mu Jinghong, sneered, and nodded repeatedly. "Good, good! Very good. Mu Jinghong, for the sake of this thing that hussy raised, you dare to lay hands on me now."

Mu Jinghong had reacted after striking out, actually withdrawing most of his power.

However, the palm wind still swept over Zhuo Yan, who was completely unprepared.

Zhuo Yan's shoulder was injured, and blood oozed out. Supported by her daughter Mu Feixia, she retreated a few steps.

Mu Jinghong awkwardly lowered his hand, his face embarrassed. "You, you also spoke too harshly."

"Father," Mu Xiaoxue cried, tears streaming down her face. She immediately knelt before Mu Jinghong and sobbed, "It's Xue'er's fault. Just let my legitimate mother confine Xue'er. Xue'er doesn't want to trouble Father; please don't quarrel with my legitimate mother because of Xue'er."

"Little hussy, shut up!" Zhuo Yan snapped coldly. "Put away your manipulative thoughts of retreating to advance. Do you think these little tricks can fool anyone? Only those men with damaged brains are infatuated with you, so confused they can't tell north from south."

"Enough!" Mu Jinghong roared at Zhuo Yan with a stern expression, then turned to Mu Xiaoxue. "Xue'er, come inside with me."

"Yes, Father," Mu Xiaoxue wiped the tears from her cheeks and got up, head bowed.