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 she was already preoccupied with helping others.

While Su Jiaojiao’s intentions were noble, 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 understated.

They lacked the proactive enthusiasm of their mother and weren't nearly as bold or direct as his aunt and her daughter. He feared that pushing the situation too quickly might startle them into retreating.

Intervening, he said, “There’s no point in debating this. I don’t believe being ‘fateless’ is a general rule; it’s tied directly to one's strength. Provided a person has the power to defend themselves, they won't need to fear being targeted by others, regardless of their beauty.”

The twin sisters snapped out of their daze and nodded, agreeing, “What our brother says is absolutely right.”

“You two are always taking his side,” Su Jiaojiao huffed. Suddenly struck by a thought, she asked, “Do you think Second Aunt is being mistreated in the Yang family? She fits the description of the most beautiful woman in history, but she likely lacks the strength to defend herself.”

Bang!

The high-speed hovercar slammed into a massive tree at the side of the road, sending a shock through the three Su sisters.

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

Su Jin’er immediately shot Su Jiaojiao a warning look to remain silent before offering comfort. “It’s alright. Remember, Second Aunt was taken to be the future wife of the Yang family's Young Master. Even if she isn't favored there, the Yang family would protect her from bullying simply to preserve their own reputation.”

“Haa…” Wang Yue exhaled a heavy breath and forced a grin. “Don’t worry, I’m okay. I apologize for alarming you all.”

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

If she hadn't sacrificed herself years ago, his mother might have been the one taken. Had that happened, Wang Yue would never have been born into this world.

When he lacked strength, Wang Yue had been forced to accept reality. Acting recklessly would have only brought ruin to himself and the three major families of Jinling.

Now, however, he possessed significant power and the potential to become the world's strongest Cultivator. This realization made him restless; every passing day felt like a lingering torture.

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

Realizing her blunder, Su Jiaojiao quickly tried to fix it: “Brother, I think Sister Jin’er is right. Second Aunt is the most beautiful woman in history. What man wouldn't cherish such a wife? There is no reason for her to be bullied. As for the lack of letters over the years, she probably just doesn't want to maintain contact with us.”

“Exactly. If I were her, I’d be full of bitterness if my own father betrayed me at six years old. I wouldn't want anything to do with such a painful place again,” Su Xiu’er added, giving Su Jiaojiao a secret thumbs-up.

The usually reckless girl had managed to stumble upon the perfect logic to soothe Wang Yue's mind.

Hearing their words, Wang Yue’s spirits visibly lifted. Though lingering concerns remained upon deeper reflection, he chose to push them aside for now.

The Yang family was an obstacle he would eventually face, but not today. Before he could act, he needed to focus entirely on raising his Cultivation level.

Distraction would only hinder his progress and serve no purpose.

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

Simply put, they are masters of self-consolation.

In his past life, Wang Yue had endured millions of years within that mysterious void.

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

As the saying goes, quality follows the price tag.

Even after a collision violent enough to split a tree, not a single scratch appeared on the hovercar’s finish.

The only real damage was the fine the city authorities would issue for the destroyed foliage.

In a distant, secluded territory, atop a massive mountain peak buried under eternal frost, stood a sprawling complex crafted entirely from ice.

At the heart of the structures sat a magnificent ice palace.

The hall was silent, occupied only by a woman in an ice-blue gown seated upon the Dark Ice Throne at the summit.

She wore no jewelry, her beauty unadorned.

Her long black hair flowed down her back, framing a face that was breathtakingly gorgeous. She radiated an aura of noble grace, yet was as cold as the surrounding glaciers.

Had Wang Yue seen her, he would have been stunned—her face and figure were a perfect mirror of his mother, Su Mengyan. Even their preferred clothing colors were nearly identical.

However, unlike Su Mengyan’s typical detachment, this woman’s coldness was absolute. A single look from her was enough to induce a literal chill.

Suddenly, like a flower blooming amidst the frost, a soft smile graced her face. She whispered to herself, “I didn't realize those little ones cared for me so deeply. It is a shame I cannot see you all right now.”

If her disciples had witnessed this, they would have been speechless.

In the twenty years since she joined the Xuan Nü Palace, she had never once smiled.

Even when she rose to become the Palace Mistress at the age of thirty-two—shattering centuries of records—she remained expressionless.

To the members of Xuan Nü Palace, their leader was a woman without emotion, possessing a heart of stone.

It was this very coldness that allowed her to master the palace's traditions so perfectly, reaching an unbelievable level of Cultivation in just two decades.

After a moment, she sighed softly. “Mother, Yan’er, my sisters… it has been thirty years. I wonder how you all are.” Then, she suppressed her emotions and returned to her frigid mask.

Shortly after, a woman in white—only slightly less beautiful than the one in blue—entered the hall.

She bowed and reported, “Lordess, the reports are confirmed. The Zhang family of Tianhai is planning a move into Jinling. Their objective is the three major families.”

“Understood,” the woman in blue replied with calm indifference. “Monitor them closely. However, unless it becomes absolutely vital, no one from our palace is to intervene.”

The woman in white looked surprised. “Lordess, didn't you previously say we should eliminate all threats early? Why the change?”

“Do not question me. Simply execute the order,” the woman in blue said coolly. Privately, she thought: It appears Yan’er has raised a very talented son… this will be the perfect chance for him to gain experience.

The subordinate accepted the command and turned to leave when the Palace Mistress added, “One more thing. Accelerate the development of the remote surveillance system. Alert me the moment it is functional.”