Just then, the subordinate returned from Si Muye’s side and heard Shen Yue’s foul-mouthed cursing from a distance.
He steadied himself.
"Great Emperor Master, who is Miss A Yue cursing? It sounds so foul."
Listening in, he added, eager for gossip:
"Who could be so despicable as to steal a child? If I find out who it is, I’ll kill him for Miss A Yue myself."
Looking down at Shen Yue tightly clutching their Little Young Lord, another thought suddenly occurred to him.
’Who were they trying to steal? Surely they weren’t trying to take our Little Young Lord?! That bastard! I’ll go after him right now!’
The air around Huang Ziyue instantly dropped to a freezing point.
He shot him a glance so cold it could have frozen him to death on the spot.
The subordinate froze mid-stride, shuddered, and snapped his mouth shut in terror.
Clever as he was, he immediately put two and two together. ’Could it be...’
’The child-snatching thief... is our very own Great Emperor Master...?!’
’The Great Emperor Master was trying to take the Little Young Lord away behind Miss A Yue’s back?’
’This... this... This is truly... unbelievably despicable...’
’He deserves to be cursed out!!’
’The woman went through hell and back to have this child all by herself. And the Great Emperor Master? Not only does he get to be a father for free, he even tries to steal the child behind her back.’
’Is that something a decent person would do?’
The subordinate was roasting him in his head, but he didn’t dare let it show. He could only bow his head and endure the scolding alongside Huang Ziyue.
But Shen Yue’s anger wasn’t spent even after her tirade.
She snatched a cobblestone from the ground and hurled it toward the spot where the man she’d seen had been standing.
"THWACK!"
The stone seemed to hit something in empty space, followed by a muffled grunt, and then it dropped straight to the ground.
Only then did Shen Yue feel satisfied.
She turned and left with Sanbao, shooting one last vicious glare in that direction as she went.
It was as if she could see Huang Ziyue, as if she wanted to tear him apart with her gaze.
Huang Ziyue: "..."
A lump was visibly swelling on his forehead.
His face was as black as thunder.
The subordinate stood nearby, not daring to speak or make a single sound.
He had genuinely felt the force of that incoming stone. ’A normal person probably would have been knocked out on the spot...’
’But the Great Emperor Master just took the hit squarely.’
’He can sure take a hit.’
’It was my fault for being too slow to catch it.’
He secretly glanced at the big, swelling lump, not daring to breathe too loudly.
He was afraid the Great Emperor Master would vent his anger on him.
At the same time, recalling the viciousness of Shen Yue’s glare, he silently said a prayer for his Great Emperor Master.
’The Great Emperor Master’s life is going to be difficult from now on. It looks like Miss A Yue is going to hold a serious grudge!’
The lump on Huang Ziyue’s forehead throbbed with a burning pain, and his face burned just as hotly from her glare.
’He didn’t know how the woman had detected his position. Not only was her throw incredibly accurate, but that glare had also struck him right in the face.’
’He was utterly defenseless.’
’For a moment, he regretted his decision to snatch the little cub.’
’He felt like his life had been marked by an embarrassing stain, and the whole thing was simply not worth the trouble.’
’Besides, what did that woman say just now about seeing his back?’
’He was clearly hidden in the shadows. How could a weak female with no spiritual power possibly have seen him?’
Just then, he suddenly recalled the task he’d given his subordinate and asked:
"What happened with Si Muye?"
The subordinate immediately perked up and rattled off the entire sequence of events.

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