Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 106: Transforming into the Blade of Slaughter, Bloodbath Everywhere

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: Transforming into the Blade of Slaughter, Bloodbath Everywhere

On that day, Qin Ruan saw Huo Yunjiao for the last time.

She heard clearly the calm voice of Huo Yunjiao saying that he was going to die.

Master Ling Xuzi had said that he wouldn’t survive the winter, but he was prepared to be beside her and their child even after his death.

Huo San was true to his word and didn’t deceive them.

The third-generation heir and the youngest Family Head of the Huo Family, Huo San, had died.

He didn’t even get to reach thirty-five; he died in his prime.

While alive, Master Huo San was the object of admiration, reverence and pursuit for countless nobles in the Capital City.

And he was also the man whom countless women tried their best to marry.

However, Huo San lived his short life without ever getting married.

Apart from his poor health, it can be said that his brief life was quite smooth and satisfactory.

After Huo Yunjiao died, he was truly buried on Wanbao Mountain, and a new tombstone was added beside Qin Ruan and their child’s grave.

In her previous life, she and Huo Yunjiao knew each other only superficially, and there wasn’t much affection involved.

All that Huo Yunjiao did was for revenge on behalf of her and their child, which was his responsibility as a man.

However, after his death, he remained beside her and their child, and the bitterness deep in Qin Ruan’s heart drowned her.

Huo San, the man who once held substantial power in Capital City, who always carried himself with a gentlemanly demeanor, became a sword of vengeance, washing away all opposition in blood, baring his fangs for revenge.

Her enemies of the Qin Family have been thrown into deep torment.

All the culprits involved in her father’s death, those who forced her eldest brother to leave the country, the ones who schemed behind her second brother’s disappearance-all were dealt with accordingly.

How should Qin Ruan repay this deep affection?

Suddenly feeling a slight coolness on her face, someone was touching her cheek.

Qin Ruan was jolted back from her memories when a slender, pale hand with distinct joints appeared in her quivering vision.

A flawless, beautiful face pale in color appeared before her eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

Huo Yunjiao wiped away the tears rolling down Qin Ruan’s cheeks with a voice laced with gentleness and pity.

His hand felt as cold as jade, touching the depths of her heart.

Qin Ruan took a step back, brushing her face only to feel wet.

Feeling uneasy, she raised her sleeve to wipe the tears off her face.

Only after she had done that did Qin Ruan realize that the garment she used to wipe away her tears was Huo Yunjiao’s coat.

All of a sudden, the expression on Huo Yunjiao’s face turned cold. His already pale face turned even paler.

"Third Brother!"

Huo Yirong, who had been observing him, immediately noticed something wrong and approached.

Huo Yunjiao’s thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his cold eyes were filled with the pain and weariness."

It was clear that he was ill again.

His already weak body, worn out from the past two days of work, could succumb to sickness at any moment.

Weakness was the most obvious symptom of his illness.

Without uttering another word, Huo Yirong supported him by the arm, preparing to leave.

Huo Yunjiao made no resistance, supporting most of his weight on his older cousin’s arm, straightening his back and not showing any sign of weakness.

"Wait ——"

Qin Ruan also noticed that something was wrong with Huo Yunjiao when Huo Yirong raised the alarm.

There was a faint purple energy flowing all around him, a sign of a noble.

However, mingled within his faint purple aura were wisps of black mist.

This situation was highly unusual.

Considering that in her previous life, he didn’t live past thirty-five, Qin Ruan didn’t have time to think and quickly stopped them.

Huo Yunjiao and Huo Yirong turned around simultaneously to look at Qin Ruan, whose cold and beautiful countenance had returned.

Gone was her previous panic, replaced by a look of concern and worry for Huo Yunjiao.

"What illness have you come down with exactly?"

Qin Ruan stepped forward, examining the delicate and pale features on Huo Yunjiao’s face with a furrowed brow.