Lady Hou is reborn and, by pampering her illegitimate son, reclaims her life of wealth and privilege

Hearing the sounds from the bushes, Yao Dingtian waved his hand, and the members of the Fujian Division, armed with bows and arrows, slowly approached.

The group of people in the bushes raised their hands and slowly stood up.

One of the members of the Sword Subduing Division recognized them and exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

The few people in the bushes gave an awkward laugh.

Witnessing this scene, Yao Dingtian was filled with rage. "What business do you have here?"

The group stammered and couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Yao Dingtian's eyes turned cold. "If you don't speak up, don't blame military law for being merciless!"

The men immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, explaining the whole story in detail.

Where is Mai Yuxi?!

The group looked around, but still couldn't find Mai Yuxi.

Still huddled in the grass, Mai Yuxi sensed something was wrong and cursed under his breath, "These incompetent fools."

Mai Yuxi, a newcomer to the Sword Subduing Division, was unaware of Yao Dingtian's methods and the Division's internal punishments, but the few kneeling outside were acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. At this moment, they chose to betray Mai Yuxi solely for their own safety.

Seeing that Mai Yuxi was delaying his appearance, Yao Dingtian was furious. He stomped his foot hard on the ground and leaped into the grass like an arrow released from a bow, as nimbly as a swallow. He swiftly reached out and grabbed Mai Yuxi, who was curled up there, and threw him hard onto the path.

Mai Yuxi knelt on the ground, trying to use his silver tongue to argue, "We were just hunting wild boars and encountered you, sir. It was truly an unexpected accident."

However, before he could finish speaking, Yao Dingtian, his face contorted with rage, delivered a resounding slap without warning. Mai Yuxi's head snapped to one side, and half of his cheek immediately swelled up, leaving a clear mark.

Blood trickled from the corner of Mai Yuxi's mouth, and he spat out a few bloody teeth incoherently, his face contorted with pain.

"Where is Wei Fengyun?" Yao Dingtian asked coldly.

Upon learning that the news of Xie Baihu's ambush was just a rumor, Yao Dingtian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mai Yuxi stammered, "I really don't know Wei Fengyun's whereabouts. We didn't see him pass by after we set the trap."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaiyu's anxiety was palpable. She looked anxiously at Yao Dingtian, "Lord Yao, where did my son go? They must have harmed my child."

Yao Dingtian gently reassured her, "Madam, please calm down. They don't seem to be lying. As for the young master, we might as well search for him together."

He then waved his arm and gave the order to the Sword Guards: "Split up and proceed."

The group scattered like the wind, searching in different directions. Jiang Huaiyu and Yao Dingtian walked side by side, choosing a direction to search for Wei Fengyun together.

Meanwhile, after discovering the bloodstains, Wei Fengyun and Lao Mo followed the trail slowly and soon found Xie Baihu in a hidden cave. Xie Baihu, covered in wounds, hid in the vine-covered cave. Hearing footsteps, he gripped his embroidered spring knife tightly, ready to fight.

"Commander Xie." Wei Fengyun called softly at the cave entrance. Xie Yukun, who was weak inside the cave, heard Wei Fengyun's voice and was overjoyed. He replied weakly, "Fengyun, I'm here."

Wei Fengyun hurriedly parted the vines and saw Xie Yukun's blood-stained and purple lips. Without saying a word, he quickly tore off his clothes and tightly bandaged Xie Yukun's wounds.

Xie Yukun leaned on Wei Fengyun's shoulder and said weakly, "Leave this place immediately, someone is chasing me."

Wei Fengyun nodded in agreement, picked up Xie Yukun, and carefully stepped out of the cave.

Seeing this, Old Mo quickly suggested, "Young Master, let me carry him."

Wei Fengyun shook his head and refused, "We must evacuate quickly, those thieves are approaching."

Knowing that there was no time to lose, Lao Mo led the way, guiding Wei Fengyun to a swift retreat. Just then, a hurried shout came from afar: "They're over there!"

Xie Yukun looked up and saw the black-clad men who had chased him were rapidly approaching.

Xie Yukun struggled desperately, trying to slide off Wei Fengyun's broad back, and shouted anxiously, "You guys go quickly, don't worry about me, there are too many of them, if you take me with you, we'll all be in trouble."

Wei Fengyun lifted Xie Yukun up slightly, loosened his belt, and secured Xie Yukun firmly to his back. He turned his head and firmly instructed Xie Yukun, "Hold on tight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Fengyun drew his embroidered spring knife from his waist, while Xie Yukun on his back gripped the hilt tightly, ready to join the battle at any moment.

Old Mo quickly drew his sword and said to Wei Fengyun with a serious expression, "Your Highness, there are seven of them. We are at a disadvantage, and Commander Xie is seriously injured. We should fight and retreat at the same time."

Wei Fengyun's expression was solemn, his eyes sharp, and he replied in a deep voice, "Alright."

The seven men in black, like dark clouds, formed a semi-encirclement, tightly trapping Wei Fengyun and his two companions in the center, gradually shrinking the encirclement.

Suddenly, Lao Mo and Wei Fengyun launched an attack simultaneously, brandishing their swords and charging towards the group of people in black.

Despite carrying Xie Yukun on his back, Wei Fengyun's swordsmanship was divinely inspired, swift and sharp, severing the throat of a man in black with a single strike.

The other men in black were terrified and intensified their attacks, using ruthless moves in an attempt to end the battle quickly.

Lao Mo and Wei Fengyun each faced three enemies, forming two independent battlefields.

While on Wei Fengyun's back, Xie Yukun constantly looked for opportunities to distract the enemy and buy Wei Fengyun precious breathing time.

However, Old Mo had already sustained multiple injuries in the fierce battle with the three men in black. Suddenly, he felt his strength failing, and he saw that the blood flowing from his wounds had turned black. He shouted loudly, "Young Master, be careful! Their blades are coated with deadly poison!"

Upon hearing the sound, Wei Fengyun looked over and saw that Lao Mo was already seriously injured and could barely hold on. He remained calm and unleashed a fatal blow at a man in black. The blade suddenly split into two, causing the man in black to be momentarily confused and forced to choose one of the blades to defend.

Two other men in black attacked Wei Fengyun, who skillfully dodged a fatal blow with a swift movement. Xie Yukun also managed to parry one of the attacks. However, Wei Fengyun couldn't completely dodge the second blow, and his arm was slashed.

Faced with Wei Fengyun's two stabs, the man in black had to make a choice, and he decisively blocked the blade aimed at his neck.

"Pfft-"

Wei Fengyun's embroidered spring knife pierced the black-clad man's chest with unerring accuracy. He kicked the black-clad man away and rushed out through the opening, quickly reaching Lao Mo's side.

"Old Mo, how are you?" Wei Fengyun asked with concern.

Old Mo's face was as pale as paper. He clung tightly to Wei Fengyun, his voice weak: "I'm afraid we can't hold on for much longer."

Five uninvited guests dressed in black cloaks surrounded Wei Fengyun and his two companions. Wei Fengyun carried the heavily injured Xie Yukun on his back, while the badly injured Lao Mo leaned against him beside him.

The situation is extremely precarious.

Wei Fengyun carefully untied the restraints around Xie Yukun's waist. "Old Mo, you take Commander Xie and retreat first. I'll try to hold them back."