My Evil Imperial Wife is Too Arrogant

Lou Mu Yan’s cultivation had already recovered to Sword Venerable. She wasn’t in a hurry to restore it to Sword Deity.

It was a rare occasion for her cultivation level to fall to the lowest level, and she suppressed it to slowly recover in order to consolidate her cultivation base again, and the spiritual energy in her body would become purer.

Right now, it was very simple for her to act and eliminate all the ambush ahead in the canyon.

Wu Nuan was dazed for a moment, then asked: “Mu Yan, do you know who’s ambushing in the canyon ahead?”

“A Sword Sovereign and three Sword Monarchs, and more than a dozen Sword Kings and Sword Spirits.” Lou Mu Yan said lazily.

Wu Nuan’s eyes widened, “What? Even a Sword Sovereign powerhouse?”

“Mm, there’s one.” Lou Mu Yan nodded.

Wu Nuan pressed her lips together, then raised her head and said to Lou Mu Yan: “Mu Yan, if your cultivation base hasn’t recovered to above Sword Sovereign, then you should leave first.”

She didn’t want to involve Lou Mu Yan in the matter of their Wu Clan. If Lou Mu Yan’s injury hadn’t recovered, how could she let her friend follow her to death for her own selfish desires.

Lou Mu Yan chuckled lightly and said: “No problem. I can still deal with those people.”

Wu Nuan paused, then said: “Then if there’s any change, you leave first.”

“Alright!” Lou Mu Yan knew that Wu Nuan was only at Sword King stage and had limited vision, so even if she said more, Wu Nuan still wouldn’t have any confidence.

“Then I’ll go and remind the Elders of the Clan first.” Wu Nuan said with a sigh.

“Go.” Lou Mu Yan guessed that Wu Nuan would probably be meet a wall but that was fine too. Leaving such a clan early would allow her to be unrestrained, and for her to have a wider room for development.

As expected by Lou Mu Yan, Wu Nuan soon returned to the carriage with a sullen expression.

Lou Mu Yan didn’t ask questions, but just reached out and patted her on the shoulder to comfort her.

Wu Nuan’s heart warmed, and she hugged Lou Mu Yan with tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

The ridicule of those people kept echoing in her mind.

“Who do you think you are! A person at Sword King cultivation base dares to say that there may be a Sword Sovereign ambushing ahead.”

“Eldest Young Miss, is it that you want something to happen to us! To curse us like this.”

“Yeah! Although you’ve always disliked A’Ya, and want to gain attention from the clan, but you shouldn’t use this method to attract attention.”

“Big Sister, you’re too much of an alarmist. I’ll definitely tell Dad when I return.”

“…”

Lou Mu Yan sighed and asked: “A’Nuan, why’s your face disfigured?”

Wu Nuan’s body stiffened, then after a while, she said in sobs: “My Dad wanted me to marry the Patriarch of a large clan as a concubine two years ago. That Patriarch is already more than two hundred years old and was about to reach his limit, so they arranged me to marry in hopes that by having a wedding, the joyous occasion would counteract his bad luck1.

“I didn’t want to marry, but had no power to resist, so I could only destroy my face. That clan thought it was bad luck so they broke the engagement.”

Lou Mu Yan’s hands tightened, and her brows furrowed slightly, “What about your mum?”

“My Mum was originally my Dad’s first wife, but she died from dystocia when giving birth to my little brother, and my little brother only lived for a bit more than a month before dying of an illness. Then A’Ya’s Mum became the official step-wife from a concubine.” Wu Nuan’s voice was a little cold when she mentioned the two of them.

Lou Mu Yan’s eyes were filled with a bit of coldness, “Was your mum killed by Wu’Ya’s mum?”

“Mm, I’ve discovered a lot of clues in the past two years, but my Dad won’t believe it.” Wu Nuan was also very helpless right now.

In the Clan, only the First Elder would take care of her for her mother’s sake, but because of the frequent seclusions, he couldn’t help her much either.

If it weren’t that she secretly learnt alchemy and advanced to grade 2 alchemist, then she would’ve died in the hands of that vicious woman long ago.

“A’Nuan, do you want revenge?” Lou Mu Yan reached out her hand and stroked A’Nuan’s hair, treating her with a feeling as if she was her own little sister.

With tears in her eyes, Wu Nuan got out of Lou Mu Yan’s arms and looked at her firmly, saying: “I do. Even in my dreams, I want to avenge my Mum.”

“Then what if your dad’s also behind your mum’s death?” Lou Mu Yan continued to ask.

She knew that such a situation might be cruel to Wu Nuan, but she had to face and see the reality clearly. People could be kind, but they couldn’t be lenient when dealing with wicked people.

Without the connivance of Wu Nuan’s father, how could Wu Ya’s mother dare to assassinate the main wife behind the patriarch’s back.

A father who disregarded his daughter’s life and death, wanting to marry his daughter off to an old man in his two-hundreds and about to enter the coffin to provide ‘good luck’—it was evident to see how vicious his heart was.

If she had such a scumbag father, she’d definitely make his and that bitch’s life worse than death.

Wu Nuan froze. Tears kept falling down like beads from a broken thread.

She should’ve thought of it long ago, no? If there was no cold and cruel dad, how could her mum die so unexpectedly.

That dystocia was definitely caused with her dad’s connivance, but she had been unwilling to believe it before.

Now she suddenly seemed to have become relieved. She lowered her head in thought, and Lou Mu Yan didn’t say much either.

After a while, Wu Nuan looked up at Lou Mu Yan firmly, “Mu Yan, if my dad is involved in my mum’s death, then I’ll definitely make his life as miserable as that vicious woman’s.

“It’s just that the Wu Clan’s strength isn’t weak, so it’s very difficult for me to take revenge.” How could Wu Nuan not want to take revenge. It was just that even quietly improving her strength was not enough, and the goal was still out of reach.

“No worries, one day you’ll be able to kill your enemies with your own hands.” Lou Mu Yan said with a faint smile: “A’Nuan, when you arrive in Qing’zhou Prefecture, leave with me.”

“Leave together? Where are we going?” Wu Nuan asked, slightly confused.

“To explore Guang’ling World together! There’s bound to be a sky that belongs to us.” Lou Mu Yan’s burst with confident radiance.

Wu Nuan’s confused eyes gradually lit up, filled with trust and dependence on Lou Mu Yan, “Alright, Mu Yan, I’ll leave with you.”

She has had enough of that clan for a long time, and if this was an opportunity, then she’d rather wander outside than remain in that family.

And after leaving, there might be a chance for revenge. She clenched her hands hidden in her sleeves, feeling excited inwardly.

There was an arc raised on Lou Mu Yan’s lips. As she expected, Wu Nuan was kind, but not stupid.

As for the Wu Clan, she could destroy them with one finger, but she wouldn’t do that.

Wu Nuan would grow up slowly, and when she returned to the Wu Clan again, those people would surely dig their own eyes out, wondering how they could’ve been so blind before, abandoning the brilliant pearl to cater to a fake pearl.

When the convoy entered the canyon, a wave of elemental energy spread out.

Lou Mu Yan raised an eyebrow. Those people began to act.

“HAHA—” An old voice echoed in the canyon, containing the pressure of a Sword Sovereign.

“Kill!” Immediately, he stopped laughing and shouted fiercely.

“Yes!!”

All the Wu Clan members in the three carriages got out of the carriage, trembling. When they saw the elderly man who was fighting in the air, their expressions turned into absolute horror.

1there’s no direct English translation for this. 冲喜 (Chōngxǐ) means to basically perform a wedding arranged for a man, usually a young man, who’s practically on his death bed for whatever reason, in hopes that a joyous occasion would be able to ward off imminent death. Superstitions ruining lives >.>