Skyvault Palace Sect Is Under This Prince’s Command

Madame Skyvault panicked, but the mention of Emma Lu and Feng Zhan snapped her back to her senses.

She was certain Emma Lu was dead, otherwise the people seeking her out would definitely be Emma Lu and her husband.

Madame Skyvault composed herself, stepped forward, and clung to the Palace Master: "Husband, calm down. Don’t fall for their tricks. Don’t forget, she was brought here by Ninth Royal Uncle and the Grand Heir of the Wang clan. This woman could be using disguise—she’s deliberately, deliberately trying to sow discord between us."

Husband, think about it—if I’m not Emma, then who am I? Is it possible for two people to look so alike in this world? Yiran? Who is Yiran? Husband, I have no sisters. It’s been eighteen years, don’t you trust me? We have two children together; think of Sienna, think of Jeremy..."

Madame Skyvault was on the verge of tears. Even at her age, this display was still strikingly beautiful—unfortunately, Serena only found it nauseating.

So fake. Her real mother would never act so weak.

"Emma, I believe you, I do. But tell me—who is she?" The Palace Master told himself to trust this woman one more time.

If he couldn’t trust his own resolve, his love, his family—then none of it meant anything. Eighteen years of supposed happiness, all just moon in the mirror, flowers in the water.

"She’s Serena. Husband, have you forgotten who hurt our Sienna? It was because of this woman that Ninth Royal Uncle ruined Sienna’s face."

Sean Xuan was in no hurry, letting Madame Skyvault ramble on and on. Only when he saw his useless father being swayed by this woman did Sean finally speak: "Father, do you remember I once gave Aunt Mo a jade pendant as a betrothal token, saying I wanted to marry her daughter? Later... you asked this woman about the jade, she claimed it was lost, and said her daughter was like my sister, so she couldn’t be my wife. That promise wasn’t real, was it?"

"That's right." The Palace Master nodded. Madame Skyvault immediately understood what was going on, and before Sean could speak, she quickly explained: "Sean, I know it was my fault for losing the jade, but you can't just stop trusting me because of that. If anyone picked it up and came knocking, claiming to be me, would you believe them?"

Madame Skyvault's argument was plausible—just because someone looked alike didn’t mean she was Emma Lu’s daughter. The Eighteen Gentlemen of Skyvault thought the same.

Sean let out a cold laugh, pointed at Madame Skyvault, and said: "Irene Lu, I admit I can’t outtalk you. You’d even throw away your own identity, living your whole life as Aunt Mo. That’s ruthless. But let me tell you, no matter how well you pretend, it’s useless. You’ll never be Aunt Mo, and Aunt Mo would never have lost her jade pendant."

Sean took out the Couple’s Jade Pendant and, in front of everyone, separated it into two pieces. The larger piece was smooth and lustrous from years of being held, while the smaller piece looked much more dull.

"This jade belonged to Aunt Mo. It was always with her. Not long ago, I dug it up from her grave along with her remains." Sean handed the jade to the Eighteen Gentlemen of Skyvault for inspection.

Aunt Mo’s remains? The Palace Master was stunned again. No matter what Madame Skyvault said, he didn’t react.

"This is our Skyvault Palace Sect's Couple’s Jade Pendant."

"Young Master, it’s definitely the Couple’s Jade. There’s no mistake."

The Couple’s Jade Pendant was not only the token Sean used to betroth Serena, but also the command token of Skyvault Palace Sect. Whoever held it could mobilize the core forces usually reserved for the Palace Master alone.

It was something like a tiger tally. It was precisely because Sean had found the complete Couple’s Jade Pendant that he dared to bring Ninth Royal Uncle and the others up the mountain.

He wasn’t worried. Even if his father went mad and killed Ninth Royal Uncle, Serena, and the rest, while his father was busy fighting Ninth Royal Uncle and William Wang Jinling, seventy percent of Skyvault Palace Sect’s power was already in Sean’s hands.

He was the true master of Skyvault Palace Sect!

Finally, Sean handed the jade to the Palace Master: "Father, look closely. This is the very jade I gave Aunt Mo years ago. Aunt Mo kept it with her at all times—even in death, she never let go. That’s who Aunt Mo was. Forget jade—even if I gave her a piece of scrap iron, she’d never say she lost it."

No matter what someone gave her, if Aunt Mo accepted it, she would always keep it safe—never lose it. Aunt Mo said a gift was someone’s heartfelt intention; if you accept it, you can’t just lose it. Losing it means you’re throwing away their feelings too." You could see from their actions that Emma Lu and Irene Lu were fundamentally different. In the small details, it showed—if the Palace Master had been less blindly in love and paid more attention, he would have noticed the woman beside him was not the same.

But he loved Emma Lu too much. Even when he noticed differences, he would quickly convince himself otherwise. But at this moment, he had no choice but to face reality. His aging face and lifeless eyes turned to Serena: "Is she really Emma’s daughter? Is Emma truly dead?"

The Skyvault Palace Master seemed to be hollowed out in an instant. He told himself not to trust these young people, but to believe his wife. Yet...

He couldn’t believe it—because they said Emma was dead, and the woman claiming to be Emma’s daughter said so too.

How could it be? How could Emma be dead?

The Palace Master’s mind was in a daze, on the verge of collapse...

"Who are you? Sean says Emma is dead, so who are you? Who are you?" The Palace Master shoved Madame Skyvault aside, staring at the face before him—so familiar yet so strange—with nothing but disgust.

Ah...

"Husband, how could you—how could you not believe me? They’re lying to you! There aren’t so many Emma Lus in this world. Husband, you forgot Emma was an orphan—no siblings, no family. How could there be someone who looks so similar? Husband, if I’m not Emma, then who am I?" Madame Skyvault collapsed to the ground, then crawled up again, clinging tightly to the Palace Master, who once more shoved her away.

"Who’s telling the truth? I don’t believe it—I don’t believe it. Emma isn’t dead, she’s not dead!" But saying this only proved he believed Serena’s words. He hated them—hated these people for destroying his happiness.

The Palace Master closed his eyes, hiding the madness and brutality in them, and coldly ordered: "Guards, do it—kill everyone except Serena. No exceptions."

His wife and son deserved to die—the only one allowed to live was Emma’s daughter.

Had he gone mad? He really couldn’t take any more shocks.

Serena let out a soft laugh, not the least bit flustered. She wasn’t going to die, so what was there to fear?

"Palace Master!" The Eighteen Gentlemen of Skyvault were stunned.

"What, you want to defy my orders?" The Palace Master snapped his eyes open—gone was the confusion, replaced by a chilling murderous intent.

"Husband, husband..." Madame Skyvault rushed forward, trying to cling to his leg, only to be kicked aside. "Don’t call me husband. Only Emma has that right—you’re not qualified."

He then swept a cold glare at the Eighteen Gentlemen of Skyvault: "What are you waiting for? Get on with it!"

"Yes, sir." The Eighteen Gentlemen knew they had no choice but to obey, but as they stepped forward, Ninth Royal Uncle suddenly stood out, radiating murderous intent. The Eighteen Gentlemen froze.

"Stop. Skyvault Palace Sect is under my command now. Without my order, no one moves a muscle."

Message to readers: No intention to whitewash Nini—Nini has always been like this, and Rena still insists on being herself. They love, but won’t lose themselves for love. But honestly, the pressure these days is intense. I can barely sleep at night, and when I do, I just dream—from Nini to Tian’ao, from sci-fi to alien planets... Sis... I want to die.