Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1951: 280: The Mistress of Xuan Nü Palace 1

Wang Yue found himself chuckling. This pampered, delicate girl hadn't even experienced anything herself yet, but she was already preoccupied with helping others.

Even though Su Jiaojiao’s intentions were pure, Wang Yue had no desire to take her up on the offer.

He was already aware of the subtle feelings his two cousins harbored for him, though they remained very faint.

They lacked the proactive enthusiasm of their mother and were far from as bold or direct as his aunt and her daughter. He feared that pushing the matter too aggressively might simply frighten them away.

Interjecting, he said, “There is no reason to fight over this. I don't believe being ‘fateless’ is a general rule; rather, it is tied to one's strength. Provided a person possesses enough strength to defend themselves, they won't need to fear being targeted by others, regardless of their beauty.”

Regaining their composure, the twin sisters nodded in agreement. “What our brother says is perfectly logical,” they remarked.

“You are always taking his side,” Su Jiaojiao huffed. Suddenly, a new thought struck her. “Do you suppose Second Aunt is being mistreated within the Yang family? She fits the description of the most beautiful woman in history, after all, but she likely lacks the strength required to protect herself.”

Bang!

The high-speed hovercar slammed into a massive roadside tree, sending a jolt of fear through the three Su sisters.

Wang Yue let go of the wheel, his hands balled into tight fists as the veins on his arms pulsed prominently.

Su Jin’er quickly shot Su Jiaojiao a warning glare to remain silent before offering comfort. “It’s alright. Second Aunt was taken away to become the future wife of the Yang family’s Young Master. Even if she isn't favored there, the Yang family would never permit her to be bullied out of respect for their own reputation.”

“Sigh…” Wang Yue exhaled a heavy breath and managed a strained smile. “Don’t worry, I am fine. I apologize for alarming you all.”

Wang Yue felt a genuine sense of gratitude toward this Second Aunt, a woman he had never met and only recently learned of.

Had she not made that sacrifice in the past, his own mother might have been the one taken. If that had happened, Wang Yue wouldn't even exist in this world today.

In the absence of strength, Wang Yue had been forced to accept reality. Acting on impulse would not only lead to his own ruin but would also drag the three great families of Jinling down with him.

However, he now possessed significant strength and the potential to become the world's most powerful expert. This realization made him restless; every passing day felt like a lingering torment.

The possibility that his Second Aunt—who had sacrificed so much for his mother and family—might be suffering filled him with sharp pain.

Realizing her blunder, Su Jiaojiao quickly tried to fix it. “Brother, I believe Sister Jin’er is correct. Second Aunt is the most beautiful woman in history. What man would not treasure and shield such a wife? There is no reason for her to be mistreated. As for the lack of letters over the years, she probably just wishes to sever ties with the past.”

“Yes, exactly. If my own father had betrayed me when I was only six, I would be consumed by resentment and never want anything to do with that painful place again,” Su Xiu’er added, giving Su Jiaojiao a hidden thumbs-up of approval.

That impulsive girl had actually stumbled upon the perfect excuse to soothe Wang Yue’s mind.

Hearing their words, Wang Yue’s spirits did indeed lift. Although deeper reflection suggested there were still reasons for concern, he chose not to dwell on them.

The Yang family was an obstacle he would eventually confront, but not today. Before he could take action, his sole priority was finding ways to advance his Cultivation level.

Overthinking would only shatter his concentration and provide no benefit.

While otakus have their shortcomings, they possess a unique strength: an incredible capacity for emotional self-regulation.

Put simply, they are masters of self-consolation.

During his previous life, Wang Yue had endured tens of millions of years within that mysterious void.

Without this mental resilience, he would have succumbed to despair long ago. He quickly steadied his emotions, restarted the engine, and continued toward the city.

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for.

Despite a collision violent enough to split a massive tree, not a speck of paint was scratched off Wang Yue’s hovercar.

The only real consequence was a fine from the municipal authorities for the damaged greenery.

In a distant, secluded territory atop a mountain peak shrouded in eternal frost, stood a sprawling complex constructed entirely of ice.

At the heart of these frozen structures sat a magnificent ice and snow palace.

The hall was empty, save for a woman in an ice-blue gown seated upon the Dark Ice Throne at the highest point.

The woman wore no jewelry or ornaments, only her blue dress.

Her long, raven hair flowed freely down her back, and her unadorned face was stunningly beautiful. She radiated an aura of noble elegance, yet stayed as cold as the frost surrounding her.

Had Wang Yue seen her, he would have been shocked; her features and figure were a perfect mirror of his mother, Su Mengyan. Even their choice of clothing colors was nearly identical.

Yet, unlike Su Mengyan’s usual detached air, this woman’s presence was as chilling as absolute zero. A single look from her was enough to make one tremble.

Suddenly, as if a frozen flower had bloomed, a soft smile graced her face. She whispered to herself, “I never expected those little ones to care for me so much. It is a shame I cannot see you all right now.”

If her disciples had witnessed this smile, they would have been paralyzed with shock.

Since she arrived at Xuan Nü Palace over two decades ago, she had never once smiled.

Even when she rose to the position of Palace Mistress at the age of thirty-two, shattering centuries-old records, she had shown no emotion.

To those within Xuan Nü Palace, their leader was a woman devoid of feelings, a person with a heart as hardened as ice.

It was this very nature that made her the perfect fit for the traditions of Xuan Nü Palace. In just twenty years, her Cultivation had reached a staggering height.

After a moment, she sighed softly. “Mother, Yan’er, my sisters… thirty years have passed since we were parted. I wonder how you are faring.” She then cast aside her nostalgia, reclaiming her icy mask.

A moment later, a woman in white, whose beauty was only slightly less than the woman in blue, entered the hall.

She bowed respectfully and reported, “Lordess, the reports are confirmed. The Zhang family of Tianhai is preparing a major move into Jinling. Their targets are the three prominent families of that city.”

“I see,” the woman in blue replied with a calm nod. “Monitor the situation closely. However, unless it becomes absolutely vital, no one from our palace is to intervene.”

The woman in white looked surprised. “Lordess, did you not previously state that all threats should be destroyed in the cradle? Why the change of heart?”

“No more questions. Simply follow the command,” the woman in blue stated flatly. Internally, she thought: It appears Yan’er has raised a very talented son… This will be the perfect chance for him to gain some experience.

The woman in white bowed to leave, but the Palace Mistress added, “Furthermore, accelerate the development of the remote surveillance program. Inform me the moment it is functional.”