Emma Lu, the Secret of Skyvault Palace Sect

Sienna Skyvault's Room in Skyvault Palace Sect

The Skyvault Palace Master’s pampering of his daughter is no exaggeration. Sienna’s room is even more lavish than a princess’s chambers, rivaling the splendor of an emperor’s own suite.

But no amount of luxury could erase what happened to Sienna at Taroko Grand Canyon.

At this moment, the Skyvault Palace Master, his consort, and Sienna’s second brother all stood by her bedside, waiting for the Master of the Mystic Healer Valley to unwrap the bandages on Sienna’s face.

Whether Sienna’s face could be restored depended on today.

“Valley Master, my sister’s face will be healed, won’t it?” Sienna’s second brother asked nervously, watching the Master of the Mystic Healer Valley unwrap the bandages painfully slowly. He wished he could shove the Valley Master aside and do it himself.

“I…” Sienna tried to speak, but before she could finish, the Master of the Mystic Healer Valley cut her off: “If you don’t want to ruin that face, don’t speak.”

After more than two months of treatment, most of Sienna’s injuries had healed. The areas struck by the handgun left faint scars due to the depth of the wounds, and even with the Valley Master’s care, her right leg was left slightly crippled.

As for her face, the Valley Master claimed there was an eighty percent chance Sienna could be restored. To vent his own frustrations, he imposed three strict bans during treatment: no speaking, no temper tantrums, and no facial expressions.

These three bans nearly drove Sienna mad. As a pampered young lady, how could she possibly comply? But for the sake of her beauty, she forced herself to endure.

So, while Sienna was recuperating, her maids suffered. She couldn’t speak, lose her temper, or show any expression—but no one said she couldn’t vent her anger on the servants. All her frustrations were taken out on them, turning Skyvault Palace Sect into chaos. The Master of the Mystic Healer Valley could hardly wait to leave.

When the time finally came, the Master of the Mystic Healer Valley arrived to remove Sienna’s bandages without waiting for anyone to summon him. As the bandages were unwound layer by layer, Sienna’s smooth forehead appeared. Everyone in the room except the Valley Master was tense and expectant.

The Palace Master’s consort gripped his hand tightly. “Husband, nothing will happen to Fei’er’s face, right?”

Looking closely, one would notice the Palace Master’s consort looked a lot like Serena Feng—especially her cold eyes and elegant bearing. But on closer inspection, there were subtle differences: the consort’s cool beauty lacked a certain spirit, something hard to define, as if it were a bit forced.

“Don’t worry, Fei’er will be fine.” The Palace Master patted his consort’s hand, his gaze just as affectionate as ever. The consort’s heart warmed, and she quietly stepped closer, so the two were side by side.

By now, the last of Sienna’s bandages was nearly off. The Palace Master, his consort, and Sienna’s second brother all held their breath, eyes wide, afraid to miss a single detail.

Sienna dared not show any expression, clutching her brocade quilt tightly, both eager and afraid.

“It’s done.” With the Valley Master’s words, the last layer of bandage came off Sienna’s face.

“My face is healed?” Sienna touched her own face, trying to smile but managing only a stiff, unnatural grin. Lost in ecstatic relief, neither she nor her second brother noticed. “Fei’er, your face is healed—completely healed, not a single mark left!”

Beneath the bandages was a flawless face: smooth, fair skin with no trace of injury, and features even more radiant than before. With Sienna’s expression blank, she now looked almost exactly like Serena Feng—standing together, they could pass for twin sisters. The only difference was in their eyes.

Sienna’s eyes didn’t have Serena Feng’s vivid brightness.

“Emma?” The Skyvault Palace Master looked at his daughter’s face, gripping his consort’s hand in delight. “Emma, look—doesn’t our daughter look exactly as you did when you were young?”

At the sound of “Emma,” the consort’s body went rigid for a moment, then she forced a casual nod. “What are you saying, husband? Fei’er has always looked like me.”

But the Palace Master disagreed. “Fei’er’s features resemble yours, but her temperament and aura were never quite the same as when you were young. Now, though, she finally has a bit of your old spirit.”

The Skyvault Palace Master was truly overjoyed. As his consort aged, she had grown more and more different from the woman he remembered, leaving him unsettled. Seeing Sienna now, it was as if he’d glimpsed the Emma Lu who once showed him no mercy.

“Is that so.” The consort forced a smile, lowering her eyelids to hide the cold fierceness in her eyes. Sienna’s healed face could not dispel the hatred in her heart.

Emma Lu—even dead, you won’t let me have peace.

Emma Lu—these three words are what I hate most in this life. Yet I have no choice but to live under that identity. Only then could I grasp the happiness I wanted, only then could I win this man’s love.

Ever since marrying him, no one has called me Emma. I told everyone: once married, I belong to my husband’s family—I am no longer Emma Lu, but the Skyvault Palace Master’s consort.

Just one sentence, and I had him call me only ‘consort’—never ‘Emma’ again. Twenty years passed, and I nearly forgot that name. But now, he’s said it again, reminding me that the happiness I have is stolen.

The Skyvault Palace Master was overjoyed, while his consort was thrown off by a single word—'Emma.' Sienna and her brother were absorbed in her face; none of the four noticed the sharp gleam in the Master of the Mystic Healer Valley’s eyes.

Of all the people to cross, never cross a physician. He’d only played a minor trick to punish Sienna, but ended up uncovering a major secret.

The Master of the Mystic Healer Valley was quite pleased, already plotting to trade this news to Serena Feng for a set of surgical scalpels.

Emma—if his memory served, he recalled a disciple mentioning that Serena Feng’s father was named Feng Zhan and her mother Emma Lu.

He remembered because Serena’s mother’s name was so distinctive—Emma, as in 'mutual survival through sharing even spit.'

Seeing Sienna’s family so happy, the Valley Master knew better than to interrupt. He picked up his medicine chest and left, already scheming how to maximize the benefit of this secret. But just outside the door, he was stopped by Sean Xuan, the Great Young Master of Skyvault Palace Sect: “Valley Master, I have something to ask you—please…”

Sean Xuan didn’t give the Valley Master any chance to refuse. The Valley Master wasn’t offended, just smiled at Sean. “Young Master, what do you want to discuss? Your sister’s face is healed, and her other injuries aren’t serious. You don’t need to worry.”

“She’s not my sister, and I’m not asking about her.” Sean Xuan made no effort to hide his dislike for Sienna. He hadn’t cared about her since her accident and certainly wasn’t concerned about her injuries now.

The Valley Master knew this, but had brought it up on purpose to test Sean Xuan.

“Ahem, Young Master, I’m just a physician. If it weren’t for this matter, we’d have nothing to discuss.” Family disputes and power struggles are the worst—he wanted no part of it.

This Young Master was the son of the Skyvault Palace Master and his first wife; Sienna and her second brother were born of the later consort…