Chapter 631 - 613: Her Surname is Mu, San Shuimu

Chapter 631: Chapter 613: Her Surname is Mu, San Shuimu

Mu Chen’s tone grew more and more agitated, and without realizing it, he placed both hands on Yalan’s shoulders. He practically roared the last few sentences. Fortunately, they had walked to a secluded spot with no one else around; otherwise, his outburst would have certainly shocked people.

Yalan stared at Mu Chen in astonishment, and he stared back, equally stunned. He abruptly pulled his hands back and turned away. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just... she’s so adorable..." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

Yalan shook her head. She was actually pleased by his reaction. For a stranger to lose control like that over Xiao Ying’er meant he truly, genuinely liked her.

"The child has been tormented by an unknown illness since she was little. No matter how precious the pills, no matter how revered the Cauldron Master, not even the patriarch himself could diagnose her condition. Her body cannot tolerate even a trace of Primordial Power. If any gets in—even a single sliver—Xiao Ying’er suffers immense pain. Her agonized screams... no one had the heart to keep forcing Primordial Power into her."

"Without a diagnosis, we couldn’t find the right cure. The Elders and the Palace Master have only been able to delay the inevitable by relying on their years of experience and deduction. Then, as Xiao Ying’er grew, the Grand Elder finally managed to channel a trace of Primordial Power into her body a few months ago. But the conclusion he reached plunged everyone into sorrow and silence. Because..."

"Xiao Ying’er’s Dantian was congenitally ruptured!"

!!

"No, ’shattered’ would be a better word. If a normal ruptured Dantian is like broken rocks, then the fragments of Xiao Ying’er’s are like grains of dust. The Grand Elder said that not even a reincarnated Martial Emperor could possibly restore it. What’s more, her Life Force is constantly being devoured by this shattered Dantian. She won’t last another two months."

"How could this be..." Mu Chen’s mind instantly flew back to his own childhood. The pain of his ruptured Dantian was still a vivid memory. But even though the Profound Old Ghost had described the severity of his own rupture in grim terms, it was nothing like Xiao Ying’er’s—nothing like grains of dust.

Yalan, seemingly numb, continued, "The Grand Elder asked us to fulfill Xiao Ying’er’s wishes as much as possible. Her greatest wish is to see her father, just once. But! Other than the Lady, no one has ever seen her husband. Even the Lady doesn’t know where he is now! To grant Xiao Ying’er’s wish, the Lady resorted to this desperate measure: finding a father for Xiao Ying’er. That’s where the talk of a ’son-in-law for the Palace Master’ came from."

Seeing Mu Chen’s stunned expression, Yalan gave a bitter smile. "My apologies for our embarrassing situation. I shouldn’t be telling you any of this. If word got out, the Palace Master would surely punish me. But I know that if it were Xiao Ying’er, she would want me to tell you."

As she spoke, Yalan gave Mu Chen a deep bow. "In any case, thank you for your company today. I’m sure the memory of you will remain deep in Xiao Ying’er’s heart. The Ding Palace is at the peak of Zhongling Mountain. The weather is getting colder, and Xiao Ying’er’s constitution is too weak, so I cannot guide you. Please forgive me."

With that, Yalan glanced at Mu Chen one last time, then turned and started walking toward Zhongling Mountain. She had only taken a few steps when Mu Chen’s voice came from behind her.

"The Little Princess of the Ding Palace Master... is her name Wan Xiaoying?"

Yalan turned her head and said softly, "Although the Lady despises her husband, Xiao Ying’er still took his surname. Her surname is Mu. She’s called Mu Xiaoying... The ’Mu’ written with ’water’ and ’wood’."

Leaving him with those words, Yalan’s figure flickered and vanished in an instant, leaving only an ethereal voice echoing endlessly in Mu Chen’s mind, echoing...

’Mu Xiaoying... The ’Mu’ written with ’water’ and ’wood’...’