The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day

Chapter 518 - 391: Filthy Rich

He finally understood—Luna was clearly set on upsetting Father, and dragging him down with her in the process.

The silence around them was deathly.

The butler, Senan, and the group of female slaves wished they could bury their heads in the jade floor tiles, not daring to breathe.

In the distance, several Dragon Clan members who’d caught wind of the news were gathering in groups of three or four behind the Coiled Dragon Pillars and on the Cloud Steps, surreptitiously peeking this way, their eyes full of curiosity, speculation, and unhidden contempt.

Soon, whispers began to circulate—not loud, but just enough for everyone present to hear them clearly.

"So that’s the female the Young Master brought back from the Lower Domain? Tsk, no wonder she looks wild and unmanageable..."

"How dare she be so rude to the Clan Leader! That lowly Lower Domain bloodline, actually stepping into Dragon Abyss Hall?"

"Shh... keep it down! Didn’t you see those two little dragons? I’ve heard their bloodline is extremely pure, almost showing signs of atavism..."

"Hmph, so what if they’re born well? The mother’s heritage is still base-born—a stain, in the end. Back then the Young Master went mad over her, killed the Great Shaman Hecate, and turned the clan upside down..."

"Exactly. If the Young Master’s blood madness hadn’t mysteriously eased after reuniting with her, and if he hadn’t specially sought the Golden Silkworm King to cure the plague, and if they hadn’t birthed two genius dragon heirs—would the Clan Leader have ever allowed her to stand here?"

"Beast God Envoy? Abolished live sacrifices? Just a cheap show—the barbarians in the Lower Domain know nothing about holy rituals."

"Look at her, so arrogant—does she think having two children will make her soar to the top? The Amethyst Palace for her? As if she deserves it."

"Exactly! I think the Celestian Clan’s Little Princess and the Baize Clan’s Holy Daughter are much more qualified than her, but too bad the Young Master doesn’t like them..."

...

Luna Sutton heard all this crystal clear, yet her face remained perfectly calm, as if none of it had anything to do with her.

However, hearing "Celestian Clan Little Princess" and "Baize Clan Holy Daughter," there was a subtle flicker in her eyes.

Mael Valerius caught every single word as well.

Instantly, a chill colder than ice radiated from him. His dark-gold gaze swept toward the source of the gossip, open killing intent crackling in his eyes, instantly silencing the whisperers.

A few Dragon Clan youths nearby turned white as sheets and hurriedly shrank back behind the Coiled Dragon Pillar.

Horace Valerius naturally heard it too, and his expression turned even uglier.

Old butler Senan, who’d served several generations of Clan Leaders, proved his worth—seeing the atmosphere plunge below freezing, he hurried forward, beaming to smooth things over: "Ah, The Young Lord is just lively and spirited! That’s a good thing—Dragon Clan blood runs strong and full of energy. Clan Leader, just look at Solly’s Water Control Technique—barely born, yet so precise! Truly extraordinary talent."

He subtly shifted the topic, offering Horace Valerius a way out.

Then he turned to Luna Sutton, smiling even more respectfully, "Lady Young Master, you must be weary from the journey. The Amethyst Palace has been made ready as per Clan Leader’s instructions. All arrangements are in accordance with the highest standards for the Young Master’s main wife. Would you prefer to rest there first... or?"

He paused on purpose and glanced at Horace Valerius.

Horace grunted, flicked his sleeve, and turned away. "Go settle in the Amethyst Palace first. The ancestral ceremony will be held in three days."

Luna Sutton watched the Old Dragon King’s retreating form, and absently stroked the Little Azure Dragon now perched on her shoulder: "Good job, Solly."

Mael Valerius’s mouth twitched—Luna had deliberately riled up his father, just as he thought.

He looked at her with helpless eyes. "Luna, my father..."

"I know, I’ll give you some face."

She replied absentmindedly, gaze sweeping over the far-off, eavesdropping Dragon Clan members, then—suddenly raising her voice—"Mael, your Dragon Clan’s pillars are really something! They even grow ears of their own."

At once, a chorus of ows and thuds echoed from behind the Coiled Dragon Pillars.

"Ouch—Cassian Valerius, you just stepped on my foot!"

"Well, who told you to squeeze over here! I don’t have eyes in the back of my head."

"Lance Valerius, you fat oaf, stop shoving!"

"Bullshit, you’re just too short—can’t help needing more space."

...

Several heads crashed together behind the ferocious dragon-carved pillar, tumbling out in a dusty heap—the same handful of young Dragon Clan loud-mouths from moments before.

Luna Sutton curved her lips in amusement, lazily linking her arm with Mael Valerius’s: "Let’s go. I want to see what this Amethyst Palace is really like."

Mael’s dark-golden eyes lit up with indulgent warmth—and a glint of laughter deep within.

He’d always known Luna wasn’t one to swallow her grievances.

Senan the butler snuck a look at Luna, thinking this Lady Young Master was really something special.

Though a Lower Domain female, her bearing and acumen were in no way inferior to those Aetheria noblewomen from the great clans.

In fact, she was even more open and natural—bold to the extreme.

You’d never have thought she came from the wilds, no wonder the Beast God had chosen her as his envoy.

That Spiritual Energy about her—no ordinary woman could possess it.

He quickly led the way, "This way, Lady Young Master. The Amethyst Palace has hot springs prepared, and this old servant has readied some spirit fruit as well."

Turning past a winding gallery, the space suddenly opened up before them.

The entire palace was sculpted from top-grade purple beast crystal, shimmering with a dreamlike, iridescent glow in the sunlight.

Inside, the luxury was pushed to the extreme—gauzy canopies woven from thousand-year-old Jue Sha hung like clouds, the floor padded with snowy, soft carpets, and a jade bed carved from Ten Thousand Years Warm Jade gleamed invitingly. Luminous Pearls the size of fists were set in the dome, lighting the hall as bright as day yet perfectly gentle.

In the corners, coral trees and jade carved ornaments were scattered at random, exuding both Spiritual Energy seasoned by time and a unique Dragon Clan extravagance.

Just outside the hall, a few Golden Silk Bay Laurels sent forth their faint fragrance.

Though Luna Sutton considered herself well travelled, even she was struck by this display of wealth.

The Dragon Clan truly bled money.

No wonder those Dragon Clan clansmen held their noses so high, looking down on a Lower Domain woman like her.

Still...

She curved her lips in a smile, glancing around as she walked. "Not bad. Barely good enough to stay in."

Mael Valerius’s mouth twitched. If his father overheard that, he’d probably turn purple with rage.

He coughed lightly. "As long as Luna likes it."

Then added, "If anything displeases you, just tell Senan and have him redo the place."

Luna Sutton nodded, her gaze sweeping the hall before settling on the Golden Silk Bay Laurels: "These blossoms are nice. I like them."

Mael’s golden eyes flashed. "If Luna likes, I’ll have the whole courtyard planted with Golden Silk Bay Laurels."

She shook her head with a laugh. "No need. Just a few are enough for taste."

If the whole yard were planted, it would just ruin the mood.

Senan took the opportunity to step forward and smiled, "These were all set out per the Clan Leader’s instructions, according to the main wife’s highest standards."

He stealthily gauged Luna’s reaction.

Luna set down Solly and Auri from her arms—their little bodies wriggling as they went—and let them run around on their own.

The two little ones glanced this way and that, skipping everywhere, eyes filled with curiosity.

"Main wife?"

She listened to Senan’s words, looked at Mael with a half-smile, "Mael, isn’t your Dragon Clan’s threshold for a main wife set a bit low? A Lower Domain woman staying here—aren’t you worried your clan’s luck might get tainted?"

Mael’s eyes turned stormy, his embrace tightening, voice domineering: "My mate is the Dragon Clan’s one and only Young Master’s main wife. Only you deserve to live in the Amethyst Palace. Anyone who objects, I’ll cut out their tongue."

Senan’s face went rigid; he immediately bowed his head.

Young Master’s tendency to shield his own—unchanged after over a decade, if not even more extreme now.

Luna Sutton gave a soft chuckle and let the matter drop, her eyes focusing on a few huge, grass-scented vine chests in the corner. "What are those?"

Senan hurried over to open each chest; inside was an abundance of toys and clothes for younglings.

There were plush animals in every shape, gemstone-strung jingle balls, and other strange playthings.

The next chest was packed with children’s clothing—underclothes, outerwear—all crafted with exquisite workmanship and lavish materials, far beyond anything from the Lower Domain.

"These were all made on Clan Leader’s orders, for the two Young Lords."

Senan carefully lifted a tiny aqua robe embroidered with dark-gold dragon patterns—fine stitches, lifelike dragons—evidence of serious effort and care.

Luna’s eyes flickered, unable to resist stroking it—the fabric was cool, smooth, and silky to the touch; she had no idea what material it was, only that it was expensive.

She’d never seen its like, but knew it must be dear indeed.

The old dragon really knows how to spend on his grandsons.

Senan, always watchful, quickly ventured with a grin: "The Clan Leader also specially prepared fine dresses and jewelry for Lady Young Master, all matching the regulations for the main wife of the Dragon Clan Young Master..."

"No need."

She closed the trunk with a snap and walked toward the window. "I’m used to wearing clothes I weave myself."

Senan was stumped, looking to Mael Valerius for help.

Mael motioned for him to back down, then walked to Luna’s side and encircled her waist: "Father is finally making a gesture, why won’t you..."

"A gesture?"

She scoffed coldly, jabbing a finger at his firm chest, "Your father’s only acting for Solly and Auri’s sake. If I hadn’t borne them, not only would I be barred from setting foot in the Dragon Clan, I’d never see the inside of the Amethyst Palace, that’s for sure."

Mael caught her restless hand, eyes darkening: "With me here, who’s going to stop you?"

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed outside the hall.

"Young Master!"

A female slave rushed in, panic on her face, and reported loudly, "The Celestian Clan’s Little Princess Willow has arrived, requesting an audience with the Beast God Envoy from the Lower Domain."

Luna’s brows arched—Celestian Clan Little Princess, Willow?

Who on earth is that?

Suddenly those Dragon Clan brats’ gossip flashed through her mind—the Celestian Clan Little Princess and Baize Clan Holy Daughter were supposedly even more qualified to live in the Amethyst Palace than her.

What was there not to get? This was a challenge thrown in her face.

Her eyes flashed, gaze shifting to Mael Valerius. "So, who’s this Willow? Rather quick with her news, isn’t she."

Mael’s face turned unsightly in an instant. He patted her hand in reassurance, then said coldly to the slave: "Tell her Lady Young Master is tired from travel and needs to rest—no visitors allowed."

"Yes, Young Master."

The slave cast a secret glance at Luna Sutton, then bowed and departed respectfully.