My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

The cultivation techniques had been distributed to the family members.

Only Madam had not received hers yet.

Gu Lan couldn't forget about this matter. He had searched through many books yesterday and finally found a dual-cultivation technique at the Immortal Stage from the system.

The knowledge within it..., even Gu Lan found it remarkable.

He decided to try it with Madam tonight. Moreover, this cultivation method could complement the yin and yang.

With his cultivation at the Emperor Realm Second Grade, he believed he could quickly elevate Madam's cultivation.

Night fell.

Great Yu Imperial Palace!

Inside the sleeping hall, Emperor Yu sat on the dragon throne, supporting his forehead with one hand. On the table were letters sent by Wu Fan Feige, and his face was filled with worry.

Sitting below was a young man.

He was extraordinary, not wearing official robes, but exuding an aristocratic arrogance between his eyebrows.

His name was Fang Yun.

He was the Crown Prince of the Cloud and Wind Holy Land, one of the three major sacred grounds that Great Yu relied on! The Cloud and Wind Holy Land had always had a good relationship with the imperial family and was secretly supporting the forces behind the Ninth Prince in the court.

After the Ninth Prince died inexplicably in the Jing Nation, the Cloud and Wind Holy Land lost its support in the court.

They were furious!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Among them, the most aggrieved was Fang Yun, who grew up with the Ninth Prince.

At this moment, he came to the palace to request permission.

"Your Majesty, since General Wu Wei of the Jing Nation has sent someone to assist, why not let me, the Crown Prince of the Cloud and Wind Holy Land, handle this matter? Although I may not avenge Brother Mo, I can certainly make things difficult for the Jing Nation court, making them feel more uncomfortable!"

Fang Yun said.

"Prince Fang, going to an enemy nation is no trivial matter. Have you really thought it through?"

Emperor Yu raised his eyes.

Since the news of the Grand Master's serious injuries gradually spread to the people, the current Great Yu was in a state of panic due to the mysterious Consecrator of the Jing Nation.

Not to mention avenging the Ninth Prince, even asking for an explanation from the Jing Nation was something no one dared to mention anymore!

It was as if Great Yu had lost a prince for nothing!

"I have thought it through!"

Fang Yun gritted his teeth.

He knew very well that going to the Jing Nation was extremely dangerous. However, this time, they had to rely on the Cloud and Wind Holy Land to provide manpower.

Otherwise!

With no prince as their foundation in the court, if they couldn't obtain Emperor Yu's favor again... Great Yu might soon have only two sacred grounds left!

As the next generation leader of the sacred ground, Fang Yun wouldn't be ignorant of this truth.

"Alright, since you and Brother Mo had a deep friendship, I approve!"

Emperor Yu's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but then he frowned, "However, apart from the Consecrator of the Tianji Pavilion, don't provoke anyone. I also want to remind you of one thing."

"What is it?"

Fang Yun looked at Emperor Yu.

"The Dragon Clan of the East Sea!"

Emperor Yu explained, "Brother Mo has a Jiaolong at his residence, and there seems to be some deep-seated grudge with the Dragon Clan. It seems to know some incredible secrets... and when he was in the Jing Nation last time, his identity was already exposed!"

"The Dragon Clan may not directly come to us for justice, but they are likely to investigate traces in the Jing Nation. Be cautious about this!"

"Alright, I will remember that!"

Fang Yun nodded after hearing this, his heart suddenly feeling uneasy.

If it was just the Consecrator of the Tianji Pavilion, he could try not to provoke him. But now, the Dragon Clan was also involved... he suddenly felt uncertain in his heart.

"No! I need to go back first and ask the ancestor for that treasure before setting out!"

Fang Yun clenched his fists and left the imperial city.

Gu Residence.

In the later part of the night, Liu Yexi woke up and, in a daze, noticed that the lights in the bedroom were still on.

"Strange, hasn't His Majesty and Young Master gone to sleep yet?"

Subconsciously, she wanted to approach, but at this moment, Old Yang, who happened to be relieving himself, suddenly appeared and grabbed her.

"Girl, where are you going to the Young Master's room?"

It turned out he also happened to wake up to relieve himself. Seeing Liu Yexi heading towards the bedroom, he felt that this girl wasn't fully awake and might be about to make a mistake.

"I'm going to ask."

"What are you going to ask?" Old Yang's forehead developed a black line, and he quickly pulled her back. "Don't cause trouble. Be careful not to get kicked out of the residence by the Young Master and Madam."

"Huh?"

"Just go back to sleep if there's nothing wrong!"

Old Yang laughed and waved. He glanced at the bedroom and said, "Luckily, we saw you tonight. Otherwise, it might delay the arrival of a new member in our house next year!"

A new member?

Liu Yexi immediately understood. They were planning to have a baby!

"Oh my, the Young Master is so powerful... That was close! Thanks for reminding me, Old Yang!" Liu Yexi exclaimed excitedly.

Old Yang smiled and waved his hand. They both tacitly understood and walked back to their respective rooms from the courtyard.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom.

An hour later, Gu Lan was still diligently practicing, sweating profusely. He wanted to use the 12 hours to practice the techniques he had learned from the method and also guide Madam through the process.

Initially, Mu Yuyan was quite diligent and could keep up with his pace. However, as time went on, she gradually became exhausted. The disparity between the immortal and emperor realms was too vast, making it challenging to resist.

"Darling, it's almost dawn. Let's go to sleep."

Mu Yuyan's rosy lips pouted slightly, weakly pleading.

Thinking that she should focus on cultivation in the future to improve her strength, she didn't want to be bullied by this excessively powerful guy forever.

"Phew!"

Finally, Gu Lan let out a long breath.

Watching his disheveled wife, he couldn't help but feel a bit distressed. He slowly embraced her, whispering in her ear, "Alright, let's rest for now. There's no hurry."

Mu Yuyan let out a sigh of relief. As Gu Lan turned over and extinguished the candle, she took a moment to examine her body. She wanted to see if there were any side effects.

However, to her surprise, she found that her cultivation had skyrocketed at some point.

She had been stuck in the later stages of the Sword Immortal realm for more than ten years, but now she had reached the peak, and there were signs of the shackles loosening!

Mu Yuyan's charming face froze for a moment. "Could it be that being with Master Gu... has such benefits? Why didn't I notice it before?"

Unaware that this was the effect of the Immortal Stage dual-cultivation technique, Gu Lan had been guiding her throughout the entire process.

Turning around, Mu Yuyan looked at Gu Lan with a stunned expression. Gu Lan lay beside her, allowing her to snuggle. He wasn't sleeping and was gazing at the ceiling.

Noticing that Mu Yuyan hadn't slept, Gu Lan chuckled softly and asked, "What's wrong, my lady?"

"Nothing..."

With her strength elevated to a level she hadn't reached in ten years, Mu Yuyan's fatigue had greatly diminished, and her eyes gradually regained their luster.

She continued leaning against Gu Lan.

Mu Yuyan pondered slightly and murmured, "Darling, do you think among those immortals who cultivate, are the ones using swords more formidable, or those using guns?"

"Hmm?" Gu Lan's heart skipped a beat. He sneakily glanced at her, only to see Mu Yuyan drawing circles on her own chest with her jade-like fingers, her long eyelashes fluttering, and her expression calm.

It seemed like she was genuinely curious!

Phew! Perhaps I'm just being overly suspicious...

Gu Lan breathed a sigh of relief and casually responded, "Swords. Swords are more elegant... Just two mornings ago, the immortal in the East Street also used a sword, didn't he? The grace of that sword, the entire city witnessed. It was incredibly handsome!"

"I really envy those immortals!"

As Gu Lan spoke, he even pretended to recall the scene.

Mu Yuyan couldn't help but burst into laughter. As long as he mentioned "that immortal" a few more times, expressing his admiration, he might even convince himself?

"Did you see the sword of that immortal, darling?"

"Yeah."

"I heard he wielded the sword to protect the people of the capital, then left without a trace, hiding his achievements and fame. Truly a heroic demeanor."

"... "