As an elder, meddling in the affairs of the younger generation is generally ill-advised.

    Especially since Yin Feijing was merely his Dao companion’s niece.

    Yin Zhi, the ruler of the Lan Kingdom, had even less reason to interfere.

    So, tactfully, he prepared to leave.

    After all, an angry woman in a relationship was like an uncontrolled flying sword—capable of indiscriminate attacks.

    Even a passing dog might end up slapped twice for no reason.

    Yin Zhi had no intention of becoming collateral damage.

    Claiming he needed to fetch more silk, he readied to slip away quietly.

    But as soon as he stepped out of the grand hall and into the garden, he spotted a familiar figure approaching at high speed.

    It was none other than Ye Yu, his long-absent nephew-in-law.

    Waving energetically, Yin Zhi refrained from calling out to avoid alarming anyone. Fortunately, Ye Yu noticed and descended directly.

    “You’re Yin Zhi, the ruler of the Lan Kingdom?” Ye Yu asked cautiously.

    Although Yin Zhi’s transformation was drastic, traces of his old features were still recognizable. Besides, how many people in the Lan Kingdom could be waving at Ye Yu while dressed in dragon robes?

    “That’s right,” Yin Zhi replied with a smile. “Quite the change, isn’t it? Hard to recognize me now, huh? You must be here for Yin Feijing, right?”

    Since Yin Feijing’s arrival the previous day, Yin Zhi had sensed something unusual.

    Why would Yin Feijing return here out of the blue, offering no explanation and saying only that she would stay for two days before leaving?

    Now it all made sense—she had chosen the Lan Kingdom as a waiting spot, expecting Ye Yu to come.

    Ah, love.

    The push and pull of emotions, the mix of anger and anticipation—it was classic.

    Ye Yu, unaware of the romantic implications, simply asked, “Where is she? I need to speak with her.”

    “She’s in the grand hall,” Yin Zhi replied, grinning. “Go on. But I’ll warn you, she’s brimming with resentment right now. What did you do to make her so angry?”

    Yin Zhi’s tone was playful, and internally, he was curious to know the juicy details.

    Ye Yu, however, was baffled.

    What? Resentment? From her?

    He snorted internally.

    Since ancient times, men and women didn’t touch casually.

    “Ow!” Yin Feijing cried, leaping to her feet, only to be pushed back into her seat by Ye Yu’s single hand.

    “What are you doing?” she demanded.

    “What am I doing? What are you doing?!” Ye Yu snapped.

    “Yesterday, you show up out of nowhere, grabbing and poking at me, and I didn’t even get angry. Yet here you are, full of grievances. If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll be climbing over my head tomorrow!”

    Irritated, Ye Yu pressed her down onto the table, mimicking her actions from the day before.

    With a sharp jab to the final vertebra in her spine, a fluffy fox tail popped out.

    Ye Yu blinked in amazement.

    So that’s how it works. No wonder she kept pressing that spot on me yesterday. This is the tail-revealing switch. A valuable discovery indeed!

    Yin Feijing flushed with a mix of shame and anger.

    “What are you doing? Don’t mess around!”

    Ignoring her protests, Ye Yu smirked and gave her tail a light smack.

    “Disobedient, huh? Got grievances, huh? Will you dare again?”

    Each smack chipped away at Yin Feijing’s defiance. By the time he was done, she was trembling, her eyes watery and her voice quivering as she whispered, “I won’t, I won’t...”

    Her pitiful appearance would have melted anyone’s heart.

    Satisfied, Ye Yu released her and sat down.

    Feigning nonchalance, he remarked, “Seriously, what possessed you yesterday? Trying to grab my tail? Do I look like I have one?”

    Yin Feijing pouted but said nothing.

    In truth, she had tried everything the day before—from revealing monster stones to targeted presses—and still, Ye Yu hadn’t shown a tail.

    He seemed entirely human.

    And from their first meeting after the dream realm to now, he had acted as though he had no memory of those events.

    This left Yin Feijing deeply puzzled.

    Could he really have forgotten?

    Regardless, she remained convinced that those memories weren’t just dreams but real.

    She would find another chance to confirm it.

    But not now.

    Pain was not something she wanted to experience again anytime soon.

    Seeing her silence, Ye Yu didn’t press further. Pouring himself a cup of spirit tea, he said calmly, “Alright, tell me about this true dragon.”