My mother is the white moonlight of the cultivation world.

The exit of the secret realm shimmered with light, and a figure slowly walked out from it.

When Hua Yue finally appeared before everyone, the entire Flower Goddess Square was silent for a moment, and then erupted into cheers and applause like a tsunami!

"She's out! It's that fairy!"

"She got it! She really got the 'Farewell to the Year Orchid'!"

On the high platform, Hua Xiaochun finally revealed a genuine, warm smile, and he announced loudly, "The time has come! The champion of this year's Flower Goddess Festival has been born! Let us congratulate Fairy Hua Yue on becoming the new Flower Goddess!"

As his words fell, countless petals of spiritual flowers rained down from the sky, like a dazzling rain, enveloping Hua Yue.

Ye Zhen and Zhou Ye rushed over excitedly, their faces showing undisguised excitement.

"Sister Hua Yue! You're amazing!"

"I knew you could do it!"

Hua Yue smiled as she looked at Ye Zhen and Zhou Ye, who were waiting for her, her eyes filled with warmth.

The celebratory banquet soon began in the Hua family's largest garden.

As night falls, countless fist-sized moonstones are hung in the garden, their soft light illuminating the entire garden as if it were daytime. Exotic flowers and rare herbs release their delicate fragrances in the night, butterflies flutter, and cranes call out, creating a scene of celestial splendor.

Those invited to the banquet were all prominent figures from major sects or aristocratic families.

During the meal, people kept coming up to toast and chat. Although Hua Yue didn't like socializing, she handled it all appropriately.

Just as the banquet atmosphere was at its most lively, an unusual aura suddenly emanated from the entrance.

That aura was sharp as a sword, carrying a chilling aura that kept people at a distance, instantly silencing the originally noisy scene.

Hua Yue followed the gazes of the crowd, her heart sinking slightly.

Ji Wuchen.

He was still dressed in a frosty white sword robe, his face cold and stern. He did not come alone; there was another person following behind him.

Ye Xinrou.

She changed into an elegant white dress, her head bowed, following behind Ji Wuchen. Her figure was slender, and she looked pitiful and endearing.

Hua Xiaochun put down his wine glass, his smile still gentle, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. He stood up and nodded slightly to the newcomer: "Peak Master Ji, it is an honor to have you here. I apologize for not being able to greet you properly."

Ji Wuchen's gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Hua Xiaochun. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable air of authority: "Patriarch Hua, I have come here today to discuss an important matter with you."

"Oh?" Hua Xiaochun gestured for him to speak. "Peak Master Ji, please speak freely. Today, we have many guests, so we would also like to invite all of you fellow immortals to be our witnesses."

His words directly turned Ji Wuchen's "private discussion" into a "public confrontation," blocking all possibilities of him exerting pressure in private.

Ji Wuchen frowned almost imperceptibly, then turned to the side, making way for Ye Xinrou behind him.

"Xinrou, come forward."

Ye Xinrou timidly raised her head, her watery eyes brimming with tears. She walked to the front of the stage, bowed gracefully to Hua Xiaochun, her voice trembling and choked with sobs, yet it clearly echoed throughout the entire garden.

"Uncle, I am Zhishuang... I am Hua Zhishuang's daughter, Xinrou!"

A single sentence, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirs up a thousand waves!

The entire Hundred Flowers Garden fell into a deathly silence for a moment, and then, with a loud hum, it exploded into chaos!

"What? The daughter of Fairy Hua Zhishuang?"

"Really? That fairy actually has descendants?"

"This is absolutely huge news!"

The sounds of discussion, exclamations, and doubts mingled together, almost lifting the dome of the garden.

Hua Yue's hand holding the wine glass tightened suddenly, almost causing the rich spiritual wine inside to spill.

Anger surged to the top of his head in an instant!

Ye Xinrou!

How dare she!

How dare she use her mother's name to swindle and deceive people here!

This was absolutely touching Hua Yue's sore spot! She could use anyone, but not her mother! This was the softest spot in her heart, and the place she would never allow anyone to desecrate.

Even if Ji Wuchen stands here to support her today, so what? She will still tear off this woman's hypocritical mask in public!

Hua Yue suddenly stood up, and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations uncontrollably emanated from her body, causing the surrounding air to stagnate.

Just as she was about to step forward to argue, a cool hand gently but firmly grasped her wrist.

The force wasn't strong, but it strangely calmed her anger that was about to erupt.

Hua Yue was startled and subconsciously turned her head to look.

The person holding her hand was a woman sitting next to her.

The woman possessed a face so beautiful it almost took one's breath away. It wasn't the delicate beauty of spring blossoms, but rather the pristine elegance of an autumn moon in the sky or plum blossoms reflected in snow. She wore a flowing, moon-white dress with subtle silver patterns, its wide sleeves undulating like water with every movement. Over this dress was a layer of misty purple silk gauze, signifying both her status and her ethereal grace. Her hair was styled in an elegant, high bun, adorned with a white magnolia hairpin and several tiny pearl hairpins, exuding boundless nobility within its simplicity.

She sat there quietly, as if all the noise around her had nothing to do with her.

At this moment, the beauty turned her head to look at her, her light blue eyes clear and bright, reflecting Hua Yue's astonished face.

As Hua Yue was being stared at by those eyes, the surging anger in her heart miraculously subsided somewhat. She felt that those eyes were somewhat familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before.

The beautiful woman looked at her, her lips slightly moving, silently mouthing four words.

"Don't rush."

At the same time, Hua Xiaochun, who was in the main seat, finally reacted.

Faced with Ye Xinrou's tearful "recognition of family," his expression remained unchanged, still the same gentle and refined demeanor. However, what he said surprised everyone.

"Young lady, are you sure you've not made a mistake?" he said calmly. "My younger sister, Zhishuang, has dedicated her life to the pursuit of Tao, living a solitary life and never having any children."

In short, a direct, decisive, and complete rejection!

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinrou swayed, as if struck by a tremendous blow. She stared at Hua Xiaochun in disbelief, tears finally streaming down her face. She covered her face with her sleeve, her shoulders trembling violently, and choked out, "I know... I know that too many people have impersonated Mother's daughter before, so it's understandable that Uncle has his suspicions..."

Her appearance immediately evoked sympathy from many people.

Ye Zhen, watching from the side, was filled with righteous indignation. She leaned close to Hua Yue's ear and whispered, "Sister Hua Yue, look at her! She's putting on this victim act again. It's infuriating!"

Hua Yue remained silent.

She looked at the mysterious beauty; there must be a reason why the other party was discouraging her from acting impulsively. She chose to temporarily trust this stranger who had shown her kindness.

Seeing Ye Xinrou crying her heart out, Ji Wuchen, standing beside her, finally showed anger on his face. His voice was like ice, shooting straight at Hua Xiaochun: "Hua Xiaochun! What do you mean by this? Don't you even want to acknowledge your own sister's child?!"

These words instantly created a tense atmosphere in the room!

However, Hua Xiaochun only smiled faintly, a smile that carried a hint of mockery and coldness, completely devoid of her previous gentleness.

"Ji Wuchen, I respect you as my senior brother and show you some courtesy because you were once my sister's disciple. But that doesn't mean you can push your luck on my Hua family's territory."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"I'll say it again, Zhishuang, you have no children."

Hua Yue's heart skipped a beat when she heard these words.

She keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Even Junyuan and Shen Qingfu knew that their mother had a daughter like them, so how could Hua Xiaochun, as their mother's blood-related older brother, not know?

Why did he deny it so categorically in public?