Chapter 807: Going Home to Complain

"With Brother Han Yan around, let’s see who dares to mess with us in the future?" Another young member of the Mu Family said, clenching his small fists and gesturing wildly.

Seeing this bunch of little playboys getting carried away, Mu Hanyan shook her head silently.

"Have you ever thought, if I hadn’t detected the authenticity of the Chengjun Sword, who would be crying now? If I hadn’t been able to withstand Mo Yanhong’s palm strike, could I have tricked him? Even if I risked injury to resist him, what would I gain?" Mu Hanyan said calmly.

Hearing her words, Mu Zexian and the others were slightly taken aback, then quietly calmed down and started pondering.

There’s no need to use a heavy hammer to beat a loud drum, so Mu Hanyan didn’t say much more and headed towards the Mu Family estate.

"Brother Han Yan, I’ll go cultivate first, I’ll come find you another day." On the way back to the Mu Family, Mu Zexian finally spoke to Mu Hanyan.

"I’m going to cultivate too, Brother Han Yan." Mu Zeran also didn’t stick with Mu Hanyan any longer, following his brother back to their own courtyard.

"We’ll go cultivate too." The other juniors also bade farewell one by one, heading back to rest.

Watching them leave, Mu Hanyan showed a gratified smile.

Although even her grandfather and the other elders in the clan had lost hope in Mu Zexian and his group, Mu Hanyan couldn’t bear to see them fall into despair. Fortunately, they were not beyond hope and did not disappoint her.

...

At the Mo Family, one of the Eight Great Families of the Capital.

"What, you actually lost two shops and millions of silver taels!" Mo Gaoyi, the Mo Family Patriarch, shouted angrily. If it weren’t for having a son late in life and doting on Mo Yanhong, he would’ve wanted to slap him to death.

There are many wastrels in the capital, but to squander to this extent is a first. This is the capital where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, and those two shops can’t simply be bought with money, yet he lost them all.

"You can’t blame me for that! I didn’t know that Xuanyuan Fengchen was a fraud, and besides, I heard even the Family Heads of the Changsun and Song Families were tricked. Is it not normal that I was also deceived?" Mo Yanhong wasn’t afraid of his father, knowing that because of his father’s deep affection, he muttered defiantly.

"Then how come Mu Hanyan wasn’t tricked and instead set you up thoroughly?" Seeing Mo Yanhong unrepentant, Mo Gaoyi was even more infuriated.

"How would I know? Rumors say that Mu Hanyan’s Star Divination Technique is even more impressive than Ji Gaoxian’s, and probably she figured out Xuanyuan Fengchen was trouble and deliberately set me up." Mo Yanhong replied dejectedly.

"Star Divination Technique." Mo Gaoyi felt a slight stir inside.

"Dad, anyway, today’s matter isn’t my fault, Mu Hanyan set me up. And there’s also the issue from last time that I haven’t dealt with yet. You must stand up for me this time, or I won’t have the face to see anyone if word gets out." Mo Yanhong said pitifully.

"Alright, you say Xuanyuan Fengchen’s matter was Mu Hanyan setting you up, but what about later? Didn’t you learn anything? As noble family’s sons, we can’t just act recklessly. It’s lucky Mu Hanyan didn’t retaliate today and only wanted to extort money from you. Otherwise, if you were killed in a strike, you’d have nowhere to seek justice." Seeing his son looking so downtrodden, Mo Gaoyi struggled to suppress his anger once again.

"I don’t know what happened; I just couldn’t help myself, like I’d lost my soul or something." Mo Yanhong said, bewildered.

"And what about Tributor Qiu, wasn’t he there to hold you back?" Mo Gaoyi glared at Mo Yanhong and asked. Mo Yanhong had only mentioned the general situation earlier and hadn’t explained in detail.

Tributor Qiu’s nature was well known to him; deep and composed, a single foolish act from Mo Yanhong might be tolerable, but he wouldn’t allow continued foolishness.

"Tributor Qiu wanted to help me initially, but he got smashed into the wall by one of Mu Hanyan’s servants, and it took a great deal of effort to dig him out. He’s still half-dead now." Mo Yanhong elaborated, feeling even more dismayed when mentioning Tributor Qiu.

That old guy usually boasted of his Domineering Body Technique reaching the skies, but ultimately proved ineffectual, leaving Mo Yanhong deeply let down.

"What?" Mo Gaoyi was taken aback.

He knew Tributor Qiu’s strength well. With the Domineering Body Technique, even a Fourth or Fifth Rank Sword Master would have to pay a price to hurt him. Yet he was seriously injured, and by a servant no less.

It seems the rumors might not be false; this Mu Hanyan is quite formidable.

"Dad, I’ve never suffered such a loss since I was young, you must avenge me." Mo Yanhong said nonchalantly, seeing his father’s contemplative look and his fire seemingly less intense than before.

"Alright, alright, I will handle this matter. You go back first." Mo Gaoyi waved his hand impatiently.

After Mo Yanhong left, Mo Gaoyi sat alone in the grandmaster chair, pondering deeply.

He had a son late in life and this precious son was his only one, doted on beyond measure. From childhood till now, he never let him suffer any losses, but twice now, both times because of Mu Hanyan.

The matter in Xiaocang City wasn’t widely known, plus Mu Beichen approached him privately, and the Yan Family Patriarch subtly communicated with him. He knew that incident was indeed Mo Yanhong’s fault at first, and he dared not offend both the Mu and Yan Families, nor wanted it publicly known to lose face, so he buried it in his heart.

Who would have thought that not long after, Mu Hanyan would bully his precious son once again? If this became known, Mo Yanhong would certainly become the capital’s laughing stock, leaving him embarrassed.

No, this time he must stand up for his son and teach Mu Hanyan a lesson to regain some face.

...

At this time, Mu Hanyan had no idea that a father was determined to stand up for his son. She returned to her courtyard intending to start fiddling with her swords immediately, but suddenly felt hungry, so she invited Ye Lanfeng out to find food. As for the trio of henchmen, Mu Hanyan didn’t take them along. Has anyone seen a date with henchmen tagging along? Only when teasing virtuous women would henchmen be needed. So, leaving the henchmen trio confidently behind, Mu Hanyan left with Ye Lanfeng for their two-person world.

"What do you want to eat? Hmm, I remember a restaurant with good sauce-scented chicken." Ye Lanfeng suggested as they walked down the street, enjoying their rare two-person world.

"You’ve had it before?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"Yes, last time when we came to the capital, Jin Yuguang took me there. He’s a little foodie; he’s probably eaten everywhere from top-tier restaurants to street food in the capital." Ye Lanfeng mentioned Jin Yuguang casually.

Remembering him, Mu Hanyan recalled Ye Lanfeng telling Jin Yuguang to roll away and not to disturb her and Ye Lanfeng’s time together, a sincere boy who truly rolled away muttering to himself.

"Speaking of Little Jin, it seems we haven’t seen him for a long time. Was he not following you because he had something to do?" Mu Hanyan asked casually.

"No, I told him to stay quietly at the posthouse and wait." Ye Lanfeng replied, "Alright, shall we go have the sauce-scented chicken?"

"Alright." Mu Hanyan nodded.