No one paid attention to their conversation, but Lady Lehmann couldn’t tear her eyes away from Lü Xiang, who was struggling to maintain her aristocratic composure.
The sight filled her with satisfaction.
Lü Xiang had lived a charmed life—doted on by the King, revered as Mo Planet’s undisputed First Lady.
How the mighty have fallen.
“If I had a daughter like Junhui, I’d be overjoyed. Who knows? You might even need to rely on her someday,” Lady Lehmann said with a titter, fanning herself as she shot Lü Xiang a pointed glance, pretending not to notice the stiffness in her smile.
With Ye Shaohua married to An Tingyun—a match the An family resented—no one would step in to defend Lü Xiang now.
Rumor had it even General An despised Ye Shaohua. The entire net was buzzing with bets on when the divorce would happen.
Ye Junhui reveled in Lü Xiang’s humiliation, especially with so many witnesses.
Perhaps out of guilt, Ye En had invited a crowd tonight—including Allen, who lingered in the shadows, watching Ye Junhui silently.
But before her smirk could fully form, a mech’s armored limb slammed her into the far wall.
Lady Lehmann, who harbored feelings for An Tingyun, had dressed Ye Junhui to perfection tonight, hoping to outshine Ye Shaohua.
Now that meticulous styling lay in ruins—hair disheveled, gown splattered with wine and reagents, fabric crumpled. She looked pitiful.
Twice. Twice now, she’d been humiliated.
Ye Junhui lifted her head—just as Ye Shaohua strode in, backlit by sunlight like some radiant goddess.
You—!
Her face twisted.
Ye Junhui wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly who was behind this.
But even seething with hatred, she wouldn’t attack Ye Shaohua publicly. Her mech skills were prodigious, but no match for veterans with decades of experience.
It must’ve been one of them. Only they could’ve ambushed her so effortlessly.
Bitter resentment coiled in her chest. The King plays favorites too blatantly.
“Save your concern,” Ye Shaohua said mildly, stepping beside Lü Xiang. “Remember what I said? If my mother isn’t happy, none of you will be. Steward—escort them out.”
The crowd stirred. No one expected Ye Shaohua to barge in and start issuing demands like some tyrant.
From his corner, Allen’s gaze turned glacial. He’d never considered Ye Shaohua worth his attention—not even when she married An Tingyun.
Had he wanted to stop the wedding, he could’ve.
But expending resources for her? Unthinkable.
(For Ye Junhui, he might’ve hesitated.)
This was their first encounter since their last… disagreement.
“Your Highness, Shaohua’s digging her own grave. Without hidden protectors, she’s no match for Junhui,” Allen’s aide muttered. “But bodyguards can’t shadow her forever. Honestly, what did Junhui even do to deserve this? Shaohua’s being irrational.”
Most here despised Ye Junhui but dared not show it—not when she had military backing.
Only Ye Shaohua was reckless enough to strike openly. To outsiders, it reeked of idiocy.
The aide almost pitied her.
She likely didn’t know: Allen shielded Ye Junhui in the shadows, while An Tingyun ignored Shaohua entirely.
Pathetic, really.
“Word is she’s in the Mecha Architecture department now,” the aide added. “Signed up for the MA too.”
Allen responded with a noncommittal hum.
Clearly, he couldn’t care less. The aide dropped the subject. After all, when it came to intellect, few could rival Gamma Planet’s elites.
And Allen? His brilliance eclipsed Mo Planet’s entire gene pool.
—
To Ye Junhui, Shaohua’s condescending stare was salt in the wound.
She’d orchestrated this spectacle to see fear in those haughty eyes—only to be met with the same infuriating indifference.
Like I’m nothing.
Like I’m a joke.
“You—!”
Cool logic shattered. Ye Junhui lunged.
If words failed, she’d use her fists.
Jimmy instantly moved to shield Shaohua.
Finally, Ye En snapped out of his daze. “You’re sisters! Must you fight? Can’t we have harmony? She meant no harm—think of her dignity in front of all these—”
“Stop.” Shaohua sliced a hand through the air. If he wanted to play dumb, she’d spell it out.
“Mr. Ye, let’s be clear: She brought this crowd to humiliate my mother. Was that ‘harmless’?”
A beat.
“Or shall we phrase it differently?” Her voice dropped. “Did you ever consider how Mother would feel?“
Ye En flinched. This wasn’t the obedient daughter he knew. “Shaohua, Junhui’s just a child—immature—don’t hold it against her—”
