Princess Lingmeng shuddered, so intimidated by his ferocious expression and gaze that her heart contracted, and she actually dared not cry!

"Especially after Ye Guhan was seriously injured, you actually didn't run! Very good, very formidable. You truly value loyalty and are willing to do anything for your Uncle Ye. Excellent, deeply moving! I genuinely want to say I admire you!!"

Jun Moye gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely, then suddenly roared like a thunderclap: "But did you ever consider that beside you, there are your two good sisters! You are so loyal that you wouldn't leave even if it meant death; how could they abandon you and flee alone? You are directly endangering them, causing their deaths! If today’s incident wasn't about kidnapping but assassination, all three of you would now be piles of dead flesh! What good is prettiness! The enemy’s target was you; dying wouldn't have been a loss. But you implicated two innocent sisters! If anything truly happened to them, could you live with yourself?."

"But..." Princess Lingmeng suddenly felt a fear rising from the bottom of her heart, mingled with shame, daring not to look at Jun Moye’s eyes, not even daring to look at the two sisters beside her.

"But what?" Jun Moye’s voice was sharp and severe: "But Ye Guhan was lying on the ground, his life unknown, and you felt uneasy, didn't you? That is even more preposterous logic."

"If Ye Guhan didn't die and kept you safe, then fine; but if Ye Guhan died, for him, dying to protect you was a worthy death, a willing sacrifice! He used his life to cover your escape; that was the value of his death! Yet, not only did you fail to escape, you stood frozen, rendering his sacrifice completely meaningless! Useless! The opportunity purchased by his life was casually thrown away by you; even in death, he would not rest in peace!"

"Foolish woman! When will that head of yours, stuffed with tofu dregs, finally clear up? Huh?! Truly incorrigibly stupid! To think you even dared to boast about being ice-smart, looking down on this one and that one—pah!" Jun Moye was somewhat tired from scolding, yet he couldn't deny that berating a princess so severely gave him a certain sense of accomplishment. It was exhilarating; he had finally exacted revenge for being ignored before."

"And you!" He pointed at Dugu Xiaoyi. "Tying a blade to your arm for no reason, is that fun? Is that entertaining? Why not tie it to your crotch? Don't you know that martial art style must be paired with that specific blade to unleash its maximum power? What use is tying it to your body? Did a donkey kick your head?"

Taking a heavy breath, Jun Moye continued his tirade: "Reluctance? What is there to be reluctant about? What is a blade for? A blade is not for admiration, nor is it decoration! The very existence of a blade is to slash, chop, and kill people! Why strap it to your arm? Did I spend painstaking effort, mental energy, and so much time forging that blade for you just so you could strap it to your arm, sweat all over it daily, and let it rust away? Do you have any idea how much effort it took me to forge that sword? What a waste of heavenly treasure!"

"Stupid! You are also hopelessly stupid! Hers is filled with tofu dregs, but your head must be filled with water! There’s only so much strength you can muster." Jun Moye poked Dugu Xiaoyi’s nose with his finger, his spittle nearly spraying her face. Dugu Xiaoyi’s face turned ashen white as she desperately leaned back, trying to avoid his saliva.

"Furthermore, the target back then wasn't you. Princess Lingmeng definitely couldn't escape. The two of you—shouldn't you have run immediately to call for reinforcements and plan the next move, instead of foolishly rushing towards the enemy? That was a Tianxuan expert! Do you even know what Tianxuan means? It’s like a beggar proclaiming rebellion to an Emperor! It’s the same principle. One finger from them could crush your small frame into dust! No! Not even dust would remain! Calling you arming a mantis to stop a chariot or an ant trying to shake a tree is flattering you; it's practically insulting the Tianxuan expert!"

"You are the second foolish woman!" Jun Moye took a deep breath and passed judgment.

"And you!" He didn't let Sun Mei off either. "Do you think you are very clever and wise? If she doesn't understand, are you dense too? Knowing full well you were fleeing for your lives, you actually ran on an open, unobstructed street? Was that fleeing? I think it looked more like a stroll. What kind of brain-dead person would devise such a foolish escape route? Couldn't you have taken several detours, weaving through the residences on either side, entering through the front and exiting through the back to make things much safer? Instead, you bolted down a straight main road! Did you think your speed could outrun a Tianxuan master??"

"I know, your appearance isn't your strength, so you adopt unique methods in dealing with people and see issues with remarkable clarity! That’s why you are so arrogant in this area! Arrogant, my foot! What good is that? If you can't even see yourself clearly, seeing others accurately is still false! Understand? The young girl is naive about worldly affairs, and the Princess is muddled in her resolve. You were the only one who understood; couldn't you have simply knocked the Princess out and taken her away? I am certain that if you had knocked out that foolish woman just a moment sooner, you absolutely could have escaped safely, and perhaps even Ye Guhan might have had a chance to get away. Am I right or not?"

"If you don't understand yourself, don't even dream of truly seeing anyone!" Jun Moye slammed the table! "No, never presume that you are so smart that you can penetrate everyone's mind. You think you've mastered the psychology of men and the weaknesses of women! I tell you! Men and women both have their own thoughts; no one wants to be controlled by others! Do not use your pitiful wisdom to measure others. As it stands now, you are far off. Any slight misjudgment could be fatal, and Ye Guhan is the best example right now!"

"Being stupid yourself is not the issue! But please, don't implicate others, especially your own kin!" Jun Moye roared.

Jun Moye showered them with a torrent of abuse, spitting wildly, thoroughly venting his frustration, leaving the princess and the two young ladies unable to lift their heads, looking utterly defeated.

"But, you just said we are at best at the Jinxuan level, still a long, unreachable distance from Tianxuan. Strength is the ultimate deciding factor; what can we do?" Sun Xiaomei hummed, displeased at being berated to her face, stiffening her neck as she spoke. This girl was unlike the princess or the other young lady; she was also extremely proud and immediately counterattacked!

"Does strength just fall from the sky?" Jun Moye snorted through his nose: "Can practicing makeup skills forge powerful strength? Can treating yourself like a mere vase your entire life, always expecting to be protected, allow you to master peerless martial arts? Do you know the price one must pay to become a true master, a genuine powerhouse!? That is something you young ladies could never imagine! Even ordinary enlightenment is achieved by staking one's life and soul in a struggle!"

Jun Moye chuckled: "You are already at the Jinxuan realm at such a young age, truly geniuses among the younger generation! I imagine many have told you that reaching Jinxuan at your age is truly rare, and I even admit that point. However, cultivating profound arts is inherently acting against the heavens—it demands great effort, expenditure of resources, and fundamentally conflicts with worldly affairs. Yet, you are now in the best years of a woman’s youth! There have never been few female geniuses, but those who truly abandoned their beauty and youth to achieve the status of world-shaking masters throughout history—across thousands of years—are extremely few!"

"The purpose of telling you this is only so that you won't act so foolishly again in the future, like today! Because your strength is low, situations like today’s will surely arise again! I also believe no one wants to become the next Ye Guhan, sacrificing their life for nothing! Understand?!"

Jun Moye let out a couple of hums, finished venting, and feeling suddenly listless, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes impatiently, and said: "Stop arguing with me about grand principles; it’s useless! If you can use your self-confidence and whatever so-called principles to persuade the enemy, then go ahead. If not, all of you should shut up early. Your young master has been busy for a long time and needs some rest."

The three women’s faces were initially flushed red, but later, upon hearing Jun Moye’s words—though extremely harsh—they carried considerable reason. They could only hang their heads in deep thought.

Dugu Xiaoyi pouted, rolled her eyes, gave a couple of huffs, wrinkled her little nose, and mumbled: "Truly unreasonable! Hmph, even the things you rush to give me are wrong. What kind of person is he! It makes me so mad, I’ll take that blade off later and see what you say then."

Just then, heavy footsteps sounded from outside. At first hearing the sound, it seemed like some enormous creature, as large as an elephant, was charging towards them. The speed wasn't startlingly fast, but rather startlingly slow.

As the three women exchanged glances, they heard a panting voice from outside: "I say, Third Young Master, Third Ancestor, are you deliberately trying to make my legs give out? Alas, I sweated out thirty pounds running here! Why the rush for medicine, and you specifically demanded I deliver it personally? Damn it, when this is over, let's go have some fun at Spirit Mist Lake this afternoon, alright?"

"Tsk, tsk, thinking of those tender young girls there, my mouth is watering nonstop! Oh right, first let's find those courtesans and try that technique you mentioned—the one about 'if you use it, you don't pay for it.' It’s brilliant technique, Third Young Master, you truly are an expert. Your little brother admires you so much he's bowing his head toward the sky without bending his waist!"

Who the newcomer was became instantly apparent. It was self-evident.

Upon hearing these words, the complexions of the three women in the room simultaneously turned the color of pot bottoms—frighteningly dark! All three women shared the same look: they wanted to kill!

They truly had murder in their eyes!

Accompanied by complaints and flattery, Young Master Tang, dragging his large belly, staggered through the door, gasping for breath. The threshold was too high; Fatty Tang had to strain himself, holding his belly with both hands to lift it over before he finally stepped inside. Before he could even speak, he was startled by the sight of the three beauties glaring at him viciously, as if ready to swallow him whole. He immediately froze on the spot, then suddenly shrieked: "Oh my mother!"

The herbs in his arms scattered instantly across the floor, and he turned to flee outside.