Go to the island

A few weeks later, you make your move. Leaving your imperial retinue and troop to avoid an unnecessary show of state power and provoking the clan, you rowed ashore alone, dressed in the simple, unadorned robes of a wandering wanderer.

As your boots hit the wooden planks of the dock, a familiar, aura greeted you. In front of a group of female martial artists, Feng Bing is waiting, her arms behind her back. Her eyes drifts down to your waist, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she takes in your disguised appearance.

Even through her loose tunic, you can see the small bump of her womb; the mixed qi you detect simply to the icing on the cake.

"Welcome to the island, Little Brother," Feng Bing purrs, stepping forward to greet you. Her voice is laced with amusement, clearly enjoying the absurdity of an Emperor playing the role of a humble martial artist.

She leans in close and whispers, "Mother is waiting in the main pavilion. She’s in a delightful mood, which means she’s currently contemplating three different ways to kill you."

"I don't know for what reason the Exalted Mother want to do that."

Feng Bing straightens up, her hand rubbing her bump. "I wonder about that as well," she said while smirking.

You follow Feng Bing up the winding stone steps of the island, passing through lush bamboo groves until you reach the grand pavilion overseeing the sea. Seated at a low table, sipping tea with an aura of absolute authority, is the matriarch of the Phoenix Clan. Feng Xi. Feng Bing’s mother, possesses the same sharp, striking beauty as her daughter, ages like a fine wine. The moment you steps into the pavilion, her gaze locks onto you. The sheer pressure of her Qi floods the room, deliberately testing your resolve.