Chapter 11: Han Tianming
Mo Yanyu used her dark element hands to pack her belongings into a bag when Mo Jingxia suddenly opened the door and stepped inside.
"Father, I'm a grown woman. As a man, you shouldn't barge into a woman's room like this," Mo Yanyu said without looking back.
"Now you're lecturing me? Do you even realize what you've done? Are you in your right mind? If Han Tianming was seriously injured, I swear I'll break your bones!" Mo Jingxia's fury was evident, brown energy leaking from his body.
Mo Yanyu ignored him, finishing her packing and slinging the bag over her shoulder. She turned to face her father, her expression calm and distant. "Father, I'm leaving. I hope you understand, and don't try to force this marriage on me when I return."
"Where do you think you're going? After the mess you made, do you really think I'd let you leave? You're coming with me to apologize to the Han Clan and Han Tianming!" Mo Jingxia's anger flared even more.
Mo Yanyu met his gaze, her eyes devoid of emotion, "Do you know how long I've wanted to leave this clan?" Mo Yanyu said as dark energy swirled around her, "I stayed because I thought my mother might come back. But I think she's not coming back. So there's no reason for me to come back anymore." Dark energy swirled around her, engulfing her. In the next instant, she vanished.
Mo Jingxia stood frozen, stunned. He quickly spread his energy in every direction, searching for her, but she was already gone.
"YOUUUU... LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER! BOTH OF YOU ARE NOTHING BUT DISGRACEFUL TRAITORS!" Mo Jingxia roared, his furious voice shaking the entire Mo Clan.
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"Ahhh... that bitch! How dare she injure me! Find her—find her and bring her to me!" Han Tianming shouted at his underlings. He curled his finger, his eyes twisted in madness as he laughed lewdly, "Once we catch her, I'll definitely enjoy her body, heheh..."
From a distance, the grand elder sighed and shook his head. "The young master can't even handle defeat. He's really not fit to be clan head."
Another elder beside him nodded. "It looks like we have no choice but to choose Tianxue as the leader."
"But she's a woman," another objected.
"Yeah, but do we really have any other option? When the Royal Gathering starts, we need to present the future head—and there's no way Tianming can fill that role."
"Yeah... well," the elder sighed, "let's keep Tianxue in the family, and let Tianming's children eventually take over after her. But this time we need to be strict with their upbringing. We can't let them grow up arrogant or soft-minded."
"Maybe we shouldn't give up on him yet," one elder suggested. "We still have some time. What if we train Tianming and see if he can change?"
"Let's give up. We've been trying for five years, and there's no hope."
"Well, you're right," the elder chuckled, "he's still arrogant, narrow-minded, and weak at heart, though he's learned to put on a front for us. If we weren't watching him so closely, we'd be fooled by his appearance."
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"I have to admit, though—in terms of putting on an act, he outdoes Tianxue."
Han Tianming sent his underlings and then went inside his room, where two girls were waiting for him.
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Han Tianxue strode down the corridor. Her short, jet-black hair—cut in a tousled bob—clung to her skin in damp strands, the ends darkened by sweat and plastered against her forehead and the nape of her neck. Her face, angular yet finely proportioned, glowed with a warm bronze-brown hue, the color deepened by a sheen of perspiration that highlighted high cheekbones and a strong, unlined jaw. No trace of makeup touched her features; her skin's natural radiance, flushed from training.
Her lean, muscular frame was clad in tailored men's clothing—a crisp, sweat-dampened shirt tucked into fitted trousers that emphasized narrow hips and long legs. The fabric clung slightly to her torso, revealing the flat plane of her chest. Though her attire leaned masculine, her lack of an Adam's apple and the soft curve of her throat revealed her female gender.
Her arms, exposed by rolled-up sleeves, were taut with sinewy muscle, their strength evident even in stillness. Dark hair dusted her forearms, glistening under a layer of sweat that caught the light as she moved. Her hands, broad-palmed and calloused, hung loosely at her sides. Below, her legs—long and powerfully built—filled the narrow cut of her pants, the fabric stretching over defined thighs and calves with each stride.
Han Tianxue's boots echoed sharply against the corridor floor as she moved. A group of men halted mid-stride at her approach, their shoulders stiffening. They dipped their heads in unison, hands clasped formally at their waists, eyes fixed downward. She flicked her fingers dismissively, her voice flat. "Go and do your work." The men scattered wordlessly, footsteps retreating in haste.
She continued, her pace steady, until she reached a heavy wooden door left slightly ajar. Without knocking, she pushed it open. The room smelled of sweat and incense. Han Tianming lay sprawled across a low bed, naked, one woman pinned beneath him as he thrust rhythmically, his grip bruising her hip. Another woman knelt beside the bed, her back arched, fingers between her legs, as she watched. The mattress creaked; skin slapped against the skin.
Han Tianming's head snapped up at the intrusion. He paused, still buried inside the woman, and glared over his shoulder. "Elder Sister..." He barked a humorless laugh, breath ragged. "What are you doing here? Go away." He resumed moving, harder now, the woman beneath him gasping. The second woman turned her face toward the wall, shoulders hunched, shrinking from Han Tianxue's presence.
Han Tianxue stood motionless in the doorway, her jaw tightening. She looked at Han Tianming, doing harder as the woman moaned. Han Tianxue exhaled slowly through her nose, the sound barely audible over the wet, rhythmic grunts filling the room. For a heartbeat, her fingers flexed at her sides, then stilled. Without a word, she stepped back, pulling the door shut with a soft click.
In the empty corridor, she leaned briefly against the wall, her head tilting upward. She sighed, relief that Han Tianming wasn't injured too badly, but also disappointed with him.
Then she straightened, squared her shoulders, and walked away.
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At night.
Han Tianming sighed as he felt that no one was watching him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling tired.
"Acting is really hard," Han Tianming sighed as he looked at his body, naked and exhausted from all the sexual activities. He released his energy, and all the exhaustion and sweat disappeared, making him feel energetic again. "How much longer do I have to act? I hope they give up on me and make elder sister the head instead."