Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1023: Second Master Huo: Thrown into the Punishment Hall to Learn a Lesson!

Chapter 1023: Chapter 1023: Second Master Huo: Thrown into the Punishment Hall to Learn a Lesson!

Huo Mansion.

Song Qing was sent to the small building where Huo Yirong was located, her brain’s memory in chaos after being struck by lightning, yet she felt a deep, marrow-deep familiarity with the environment before her.

Two sets of memories collided in her mind, the jumbled recollections twisting her features into a grotesque snarl.

In those memories, she inexplicably found herself crying on the shoulders of a strange man, driven by the nagging pain.

Then there was the image of her, valiant and dashing, climbing mountains at night in search of the Divine Monarch, all the while cursing and swearing under her breath.

"Leave a note, go back, go back my ass!"

What note?

Song Qing, sitting on the sofa with her hands in her hair, felt like there were two people fighting inside her head.

Upon learning that Song Qing had been captured and brought back, Huo Yirong immediately went downstairs.

He moved swiftly, no longer needing to sit in a wheelchair as if he were invalid.

With her hands gripping her hair tightly, the onslaught of memories in Song Qing’s head caused her such pain that she was completely oblivious to someone standing above, scrutinizing her with a piercing, gloomy gaze.

Huo Yirong’s face was clouded over, his eyes chilling to the bone as he descended the stairs with a steady gait.

The other Hidden Guards standing in the hall bowed their heads at the sight of him.

Song Qing alone was lost in her own world, staring down at the carpet beneath her with a vacant expression in her eyes.

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped the space before her.

Song Qing instinctively looked up and saw Huo Yirong’s stern, darkened face.

She blinked, staring at him as if he were a stranger.

Huo Yirong’s brows furrowed deeply, and frost-like chill flashed in his eyes, "Song Qing?"

His voice was low with the danger of an impending storm.

The Song Qing of the moment was more the Flower Demon Aqing than her former self. She furrowed her brow and asked, "Who are you?"

Thinking she was playing tricks, Huo Yirong leaned in, squeezed her throat, and pushed her against the back of the sofa, pinning her down with a knee as he interrogated her in a deep, cold voice, "Pretending to be dumb because you’re afraid I’ll kill you?"

Song Qing was taken aback, her eyes blurred by tears from suffocation, survival instincts kicking in as she reflexively struck back.

Crying all the while, she used her agile skills to flip Huo Yirong beneath her on the sofa, her reproach tinged with a hint of grievance, "How can you bully someone like this, I don’t even know you!"

Large tears fell from Song Qing’s face, dropping onto the astonished visage of Huo Yirong.

The surrounding Hidden Guards were stunned, their expressions filled with fear and uncertainty.

Had Song Qing gone mad, to dare lay hands on the Second Master?

They moved forward to intervene.

At that moment, Song Qing had no memory except the instinct to protect herself.

Faced with attacks from the other Hidden Guards, she immediately let go of Huo Yirong and began to grapple with them.

Song Qing’s combat power was exceedingly high, a well-known fact in the Secret Guard Department. Even Huo Zhi couldn’t match her, let alone the several guards in the hall.

In a matter of moments, she had all of them subdued on the floor.

Huo Yirong, sitting on the sofa and taking in the scene, sank into a deep, still fury, the dangerous glimmer in his eyes growing even more terrifying.

He stood and approached her, teeth clenched, "Song, Qing!"

Song Qing slowly turned around.

In the next instant, she was struck in the neck by a palm from behind by Huo Yirong.

Her strikingly beautiful face revealed incredulity and anger, and even her eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Regrettably, there was nothing she could do as her body slumped to the ground limply.

Huo Yirong watched her fall, not bothering to assist her.

His dark gaze flicked to the Hidden Guards sprawled on the floor as he commanded in a deep voice, "Take her to Punishment Hall, let her learn her lesson first!"

"Yes, Second Master!"

The Hidden Guards quickly got up from the ground and dragged the unconscious Song Qing out towards the door.

"Wait!"

Huo Yirong frowned, seemingly recalling something, and called after the people with displeasure in his tone.

"Don’t torture her just yet," he instructed the Hidden Guard again. "Have Doctor Chen check on her in a week to see if she’s become pregnant!"

They had been together for some time; if Song Qing truly had an accidental pregnancy, he couldn’t bear to kill his own bloodline with his hands.

Upon hearing this, several Hidden Guards showed expressions of shock and restraint on their faces.

They had never imagined that there would be such a development.

Wouldn’t that mean they couldn’t hit or scold Song Qing and had to treat her like a lucky charm in the Punishment Hall?

All affairs of the Punishment Hall had to be reported to the young Madam; they could only notify her at the earliest opportunity.

"Yes!"

The lead Hidden Guard nodded in agreement and took Song Qing away.

Their actions were much gentler than before.

They too were afraid there might be the Second Master’s offspring in Song Qing’s belly.

After the Hidden Guards had left, Huo Yirong, unable to vent his pent-up rage, lifted his foot and kicked the sofa beside him.

It seemed Song Qing truly didn’t recognize him anymore.

The look in her eyes had changed; gone was the past reverence akin to that for a deity. Her clear eyes radiated confidence and nonchalance, as well as an unrestrained wildness.

Even her demeanor had changed, Song Qing’s long-suppressed dissolute and unrestrained nature broke free.

As the situation spiraled out of control, Huo Yirong didn’t know what to do with this version of Song Qing.

This woman had plotted against him and walked away without looking back.

Considering the fight she just had with the Hidden Guard, she didn’t seem to be in a frail state.

So much for ’restoring her health and returning’, in his eyes, Song Qing clearly just wanted to flee from the Huo Mansion!

Huo Yirong raised his hand to wipe off the tears Song Qing had shed on his cheek, then shook off his hand in disgust.

After seven days, if it was confirmed that Song Qing was not pregnant, he would definitely see to it that she was skinned!

That evening, Qin Ruan was brought back to the Huo Mansion by Qin Jingcen and the bandaged Qin Mei.

No sooner had she stepped into the small building than a Hidden Guard from the Punishment Hall came to report, informing her that the Second Master had locked Song Qing in the Punishment Hall.

Qin Ruan had not expected Song Qing to be captured so quickly and showed a trace of surprise on her face.

She pulled out her phone from the coat she had taken off, tossed the garment casually on the sofa, and asked, "Did the Second Master mention how to deal with Song Qing?"

The Hidden Guard answered respectfully, "He said after Doctor Chen has examined her in a week, then we’ll decide whether to deal with her or not."

Qin Ruan understood Huo Yirong’s concerns upon hearing this.

She thought for a moment, then instructed, "Bring Song Qing back first; there’s no need to tell the Second Master about this."

"Yes, Madam—"

After the Hidden Guard left, Qin Ruan ordered the servants to prepare a room downstairs, and once Song Qing was brought over, she arranged for her to rest there.

Having said that, she went upstairs.

That night, Qin Ruan did not see Song Qing.

She also didn’t receive a safe arrival call from Huo Zhi, who, according to the timeline, should have almost reached Fuluo Country.

The following day.

Huo Qi arrived in Capital City.

When Qin Ruan learned that he had reached the gates, she personally went out to greet him.

She saw not just one Huo Qi, but also a man and a woman with him.

The woman, dressed in androgynous fashion and exuding an easy and self-possessed air, was familiar to Qin Ruan; she was Wu Fan.

The handsome and young boy following her looked sunny and lovable.

However, there was a passive aura about the youth that drew attention.

Feeling Qin Ruan’s scrutiny, the boy lifted his shirt’s hood over his head, hiding his striking face.