Emperor Phoenix World

“Who else could it be?” Ye Yan glanced casually at Ye Mo. “This is that trash.”

“Ye Mo?” Ye Tian’s surprise was evident.

In his memory, wasn’t Yemo supposed to be submissive? How could she dare to stand here and confront them now?

“It’s me,” Yemo responded with a chuckle. “I’ve been standing here for quite some time, listening to your conversation.”

Ye Tian was shocked to hear this. Had Ye Mo heard everything they had discussed just now? It seemed that their father had only informed him and their elder brother about the reason, deliberately keeping their sister in the dark.

Observing the change in Ye Tian’s expression, Yemo began to speculate.

Ye Yan hadn’t even divulged the reason behind their father’s actions; she had only informed the eldest son, Ye Yang, and the third son, Ye Tian. What did Yezheng need her to do?

“Trash, why don’t you return to your Wutong Courtyard and visit this lady’s Yuhe Courtyard later?” Ye Yan stood up, her demeanor domineering as she approached Yemo. “Since you’ve just returned today, I won’t trouble you. Go back, get some rest, and I’ll entertain you tomorrow.”

Having finally regained their toy, they intended to treat it well.

“No need to worry,” Ye Mo replied, looking up at Ye Yan. She not only appeared unyielding but also completely suppressed Ye Yan. “I’ll rest well.”

“Aren’t you leaving yet?” Ye Mo grew impatient and shot Ye Yan a disdainful look.

Yemo’s eyes were exceptionally perceptive, as if they could see through a person. Ye Yan detested these eyes and wished she could obliterate them.

With this in mind, Ye Yan contemplated whether she should damage Yemo’s eyes in a few days.

“Yiluo, escort her out,” Yemo instructed casually.

Upon hearing this, Yiluo reached out and grabbed Ye Yan.

Seeing this, Ye Yan protested sternly, “How dare you! Who do you think you are to lay your hands on me?”

“Throw her out,” Ye Mo said nonchalantly, without even bothering to look at Ye Yan.

Yiluo complied without reservation, grabbing Ye Yan again.

Ye Yan was a two-star junior magician and a third-level warrior, but Yiluo was a four-star primary magician and a sixth-level warrior, completely overpowering Ye Yan.

When the second lady arrived and witnessed the scene, she rushed over to assist Ye Yan, but was intercepted by Yilin.

“Stop,” Ye Zheng, who had followed the second lady, implored. He rubbed his temples as he observed the commotion. “Ye Mo, must you be so aggressive?”

“Dad, I don’t understand what you mean,” Ye Mo retorted, meeting Ye Zheng’s gaze with a smirk. “I’m simply reclaiming what rightfully belongs to me. Why are you acting so upset about it?”

“Enough!” Ye Yan, caught by Yiluo, wore an extremely unpleasant expression. “You’re nothing more than a waste. What belongs to you?”

Before Ye Mo could respond, Ye Yan continued, “You’ve brought disgrace upon the General’s Mansion. Honestly, the General’s Mansion doesn’t even acknowledge you as part of the family, you loser.”

*Slap!* Ye Mo remained still, her gaze indifferent, completely unfazed.

Upon hearing this, Yilin stepped forward, approached Ye Yan, and delivered a pair of resounding slaps, one to each cheek.

The loud smacks startled the maids in Yuhe Courtyard, leaving them bewildered. Was this true? Had their useless mistress just ordered her maid to slap the second lady? Moreover, it had happened right in front of the master and the second lady.

It was both thrilling and perplexing. These slaps were well-deserved; who would tolerate the second lady’s bullying and torment if they had no regard for her status?

Even Ye Tian was taken aback, evidently not expecting events to unfold like this.