The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife Chapter 88: You Are not Qualified

Xuanyuan Qingyue stood calmly amidst the crowd, unruffled and composed.

She chuckled softly as she removed her veil, revealing a face that bore the marks of ti yet still exuded beauty.

"If you would address as a princess, I would be most delighted," she said.

It had been a long ti since she had heard anyone refer to her as such during her twenty years of hiding in the Mu.

With the impending montous event, she dared to show herself before Nanli. Even if her true identity were to be exposed at this mont, it would not pose a significant problem.

Qing Feng’s expression turned to shock.

"You are a princess, then... then Shu Consort..."

"Indeed, she is my maid," Xuanyuan Qingyue raised an eyebrow.

"The bloodline of my Jiang’s royal family is of utmost nobility. How can your Mu Emperor be worthy of bearing my child?"

Qing Feng angrily retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? It was you that sought the alliance with the State of Mu!"

"The royal family has its own plans. You, a re guard, are not qualified to speak to . Ye Siheng, if the subjects of the Mu were to know that your birth mother was just a maid from the Jiang Country, how would they view you?"

Xuanyuan Qingyue’s words carried a hint of smugness.

"Fortunately," Ye Siheng simply said.

"What?" Xuanyuan Qingyue clearly did not understand.

"Fortunately, my birth mother is not you," Ye Siheng’s gaze turned cold.

This statent was equivalent to humiliating Xuanyuan Qingyue.

"How dare you!" She flew into a rage, and a resentful spirit flew out from her sleeve, heading straight to Ye Siheng.

Before the spirit could reach him, it was dispersed by a sword strike.

It was Nanli.

She wielded the Xuanyue Sword, her figure outstanding as she stared directly at Xuanyuan Qingyue.

"Give up your struggle. Your spirits are useless before ."

This was a formidable adversary.

An adversary that Xuanyuan Qingyue could not defeat.

Her complexion turned slightly pale.

In the face of life and death, even Ye Jinming, though confused, understood what was happening.

His feet were in excruciating pain, forcing him to half-kneel on the ground.

He tugged at Xuanyuan Qingyue’s sleeve. "What are you waiting for? Take and let’s go!"

"Where can you escape?" Ye Siheng’s voice remained calm.

Knowing that the person who had cursed him was right beside him, he had planted his people everywhere, waiting for this day.

The Mu Country was under his control, and they were trapped with no way to escape.

Though his mobility was limited, he was not a useless person.

Ye Jinming choked up, looking at Ye Siheng.

He hurriedly said, "Ninth bother, this has nothing to do with . She sent soone to instigate , and I was confused for a mont, which led to curse you. For the sake of our brotherhood, spare this ti."

Ye Siheng looked at him, his deep eyes devoid of any emotion.

He took out a dagger from his waist and threw it at Ye Jinming.

"Eighth brother, would you prefer death by a thousand swords or to end it swiftly yourself? The choice is yours."

Ye Jinming stared blankly at the dagger.

When he raised his eyes again, they were filled with resentnt.

"Ye Siheng, just like , your birth mother was nothing more than a lowly servant. What right do you have to flaunt yourself before ?"

Then, he looked at the black-armored guards and shouted, "Do you hear that? Your master’s birth mother was just a maid from the Jiang. Yet, you still pledge your loyalty to him?!"

Nanli found it laughable.

"The Ninth Prince commands respect and loyalty through his own rits, unlike worthless trash like you who only blas others."

"That’s right!" one of the black-armored guards shouted.

"I pledge my life to the Ninth Prince!"

As soon as these words were spoken, many others echoed and joined in, their montum soaring.

Ye Jinming’s eyes grew increasingly ferocious.

He was furious and shouted, "It’s not the sa! I am also a prince, but I am not respected!"

Ye Siheng couldn’t help but chuckle, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

As soone who had experienced countless battles, he was generous towards his brothers, but not overly so.

He spoke slowly, "Not respected? The imperial physician said your body was weak and advised you to train diligently, promising that your health would improve. Did you train? The National Teacher said you lacked education and writing skills, yet you always used your poor health as an excuse. If you had been diligent and persevered in the past, how would your life have turned out? How could you not be respected?

"As for , my birth mother was a foreign woman. In truth, my father paid little attention to . What’s difference between us then?"

Ye Siheng, always resolute in his goals, knew how to attain his own power and dignity.

In the past decade or so, he had never harbored any resentnt.

It was precisely because of this that even if his fate had been altered, he could still forge his own prosperous path.

However, Ye Jinming had already gone mad, completely rejecting what Ye Siheng had said: "You’re talking nonsense! It’s completely different! We are fundantally different!"

His breath was rapid, his eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed red.

As soone whose lifespan had already co to an end, his organs had long withered, relying solely on the consumption of human souls to sustain his life.

Now, after shouting a few sentences in succession, Ye Jinming’s chest began to ache, leaving him gasping for air.

Ye Jinming couldn’t make a sound, so he could only desperately grasp at Xuanyuan Qingyue’s clothes, his eyes filled with pleading.

However, in order to evade pursuit, Xuanyuan Qingyue hadn’t sent any vengeful spirits to capture souls for several days, so there was no one to save his life.

She forcefully pulled her sleeve away and uttered, "If I had known you were such a waste, I wouldn’t have chosen you."

Ye Jinming was being despised even as he faced death.

However, his throat was constricted, rendering him unable to protest. The pain in his chest grew, and in just a mont, he collapsed to the ground, his breath completely extinguished.

A faint breeze brushed past.

Ye Siheng felt a significant reduction in the pain in his feet at that mont.

The curse had been lifted.

From now on, he could stand up again.

As for Nanli, she only saw Ye Jinming’s soul leaving his body when it was suddenly devoured by the appearing evil god, torn apart and consud in an instant.

It was not surprising to use one’s own soul as the price for such harmful sorcery.

Ye Siheng glanced at Xuanyuan Qingyue once more and commanded, "Capture her."

Xuanyuan Qingyue was not one to sit idly by. She controlled the vengeful spirits, intending to strangle the Black Armor Guards one by one.

However, whenever the vengeful spirits made contact with their bodies, they either recoiled or dissipated instantly.

Xuanyuan Qingyue looked sharply at Nanli and said, "It’s your talisman!"

Nanli raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Since I ca to apprehend you, I naturally ca prepared."

Xuanyuan Qingyue’s face turned pale, but in the end, she coldly snorted, "Ye Siheng, your birth mother was nothing more than my servant. How dare you be so disrespectful to ?"

"She used to be your servant, but later she beca the noble consort of the Mu Nation," Ye Siheng retorted. "You switched my destiny. Why should I show you any respect?"

Xuanyuan Qingyue’s body trembled, realizing she had nowhere to retreat. She raised her finger, manipulating the vengeful spirits.

Nanli furrowed her brows, intending to intervene, but she was too slow.

Nurous vengeful spirits pierced through Xuanyuan Qingyue’s body, devouring and tearing apart her soul.

With a painful scream, not only did Xuanyuan Qingyue’s soul disintegrate, but her body was also torn into pieces, creating a grueso and bloody scene.

The vengeful spirits, having lost their master’s control, quickly dissipated.

Nanli couldn’t help but admire, "This princess truly is ruthless. In order to prevent from interrogating her soul, she even sacrificed her own soul."