Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1075: Qin Ruan is the Future Ruler of the Huo Family

Chapter 1075: Chapter 1075: Qin Ruan is the Future Ruler of the Huo Family

"Master, everything has been packed up."

Huo Qiang walked up behind the man standing at the window and spoke in a calm voice.

Huo Yunjiao hummed in response, the self-reproach in his eyes quickly dissipating, "When will Second Master arrive?"

Huo Qiang bowed his head, "He is already at the foot of the mountain, should arrive within half an hour."

"Cough cough..."

A suppressed low cough sounded.

Huo Yunjiao raised his pale, jade-like fingers to wipe away the trace of blood from the corner of his lips.

Upon seeing this, Huo Qiang’s pupils shrank in his eyes.

He swiftly stepped forward, presenting a pristine white handkerchief with both hands.

Huo Yunjiao, who received the handkerchief from him, wiped off the bloodstains on his hand.

He lowered his gaze, a chill frost-like coldness spilling from his eyes, his pupils deep and dangerous, he commanded in a deep voice, "Inform Doctor Chen to be on standby at home, to perform a comprehensive check-up on Madam."

His voice was ice-cold, very chilling.

Huo Qiang’s lips moved slightly, his face showing a hesitant expression.

His own master’s body was already like this, yet he still had to worry about Madam’s health.

Knowing that his master cared about Madam, but there should be a limit.

Looking at the youth who had grown up before his eyes, Huo Qiang couldn’t help feeling a sense of injustice at the bottom of his heart.

Huo Yunjiao looked up, capturing the expression on his face fully in his gaze, and his pale, thin lips formed an almost imperceptible icy curve.

He parted his lips lightly, "Ruanruan is pregnant, if she experiences any problems, are you sure you can walk out of the Punishment Hall alive?"

His low voice was filled with a chill.

"Bang!"

Always composed, Huo Qiang’s face changed drastically, and he knelt down on one knee to admit his fault, "I have overstepped my bounds, please punish me, Master!"

He dared not look at the man in front of him whose countenance seemed gentle, but whose eyes emitted an intimidating chill, and who was on the edge of rage.

Huo Yunjiao looked down, sweeping a cold glance over Huo Qiang, "Old Qiang, you are a veteran of the Secret Guard Department and the person I trust the most. You should know how important Qin Ruan is to me, she is the future ruler of the Huo Family."

He emphasized the last sentence, the sense of authority that he usually kept hidden under a refined façade surged unrestrained.

The leg that Huo Qiang had propped up thudded as he fully knelt down.

He had a humble posture, his words lowly, "This subordinate always bears it in mind!"

Huo Yunjiao looked back, gazing out the window to see Qin Ruan and Ling Xiaoxuan huddled together, whispering something to one another.

Seeing the smiles on their faces, it must be something that pleased their moods.

The sweet smile on Qin Ruan’s face inadvertently made Huo Yunjiao’s lips curve upward uncontrollably.

He casually tossed the blood-stained handkerchief onto the wooden table beside him.

The movement was light and airy, with a touch of nonchalance.

Huo Yunjiao turned and walked inside the room, his deep, dark eyes sweeping over Huo Qiang, who was kneeling on the ground, his lips barely parting, "Get up. If you offend again, go to the Punishment Hall to receive your punishment."

"Thank you, Master—"

Huo Qiang turned around on his knees, bowing deeply to the man of elegant stature, placing his right hand on his left shoulder in a strict and respectful posture.

Qin Ruan wasn’t actually discussing anything joyful with Ling Xiaoxuan; it was just the latter trying to make her laugh by mentioning some amusing anecdotes.

At first, indeed, it was funny, but after the laughter passed, she felt emptiness in her heart.

A breeze blew by, and Qin Ruan’s nose twitched slightly, a stronger scent of blood reaching her nostrils.

She glanced sideways at the large pagoda tree beside her; its blossoms carried by the wind smelled sweet, but couldn’t cover the rich, rotten stench of blood that seeped from the ground.

Qin Ruan knitted her brows, her delicate features tensed.

She felt the strong desire of the pagoda tree to communicate; it wanted to confess.

Qin Ruan stepped under the pagoda tree, extending her hand to touch the thick trunk, feeling the natural force it released.

Ling Xiaoxuan saw her touching the tree with one hand, her eyes closed, and a distant and oppressive aura wrapping around her, unapproachable.

She guessed that Qin Ruan’s actions were due to an unknown power that she couldn’t access.

Ling Xiaoxuan bent down to pick up the Energy Gun from the ground, holding it dearly in her arms, and stood silently by the side.

Suddenly, Qin Ruan opened her sharp and beautiful eyes, a bone-chilling coldness flickering within them.

She gently patted the trunk, murmuring, "The paths of Yin and Yang divide, humans and demons take different roads. Those people may be guilty, but they should not become nourishment for your cultivation. There are laws in the Human Realm to punish and sentence them; their life and death should not be at your discretion."

The great pagoda tree shook its branches violently, its blossoms cascading down like snowflakes, some falling onto Qin Ruan’s body.

It was as if it was responding to something.

Qin Ruan’s lips were pressed tightly together, her face showing hesitation.

If she had planned to let the Tree Demon off lightly before, now that she knew it killed people merely to hasten its cultivation, her attitude had changed.

The pagoda tree could sense that the life force of the Dragon Vein of Wenshi Mountain Peak was being stolen, knowing that this place would eventually become desolate, uninhabitable for all living beings.

It was desperate to accelerate its cultivation and escape this place as soon as possible.

For this, it had not hesitated to break its vow against killing, using souls to enhance its cultivation speed.

Although those it had killed were all evil people with blood on their hands, it had ultimately broken its vow.

Qin Ruan withdrew her hand from the trunk and eyed the trembling pagoda tree, her voice cold, "In this world, whether you are human or a puppet, even if you are a demon, if you take a life, you must bear the consequences."

The branches of the pagoda tree trembled wildly, as roots buried underground rose from the soil, dancing in front of Qin Ruan.

The tree roots, hanging with foul-smelling soil, had turned black, and the fibers on them had already begun to rot.

This was a lingering symptom that all living things on Wenshi Mountain Peak suffered after the Dragon Vein was devoured by evil forces.

And this locust Tree Demon was no exception.

Even though it relentlessly cultivated, sooner or later, it would completely rot from the inside out.

Qin Ruan’s eyebrows were tightly knitted, her face showing a conflicted expression.

After a long while, she sighed lightly, her tone casual as she said, "We were never fated to cross paths, let’s part ways today. Next time we meet, I won’t be so lenient."

With those words, she had already turned to leave.

In the end, she still left a glimmer of life for the locust Tree Demon.

"Sister-in-law!"

Qin Ruan had barely taken a few steps when a familiar calling voice came from behind her.

She turned back and saw Huo Yirong, clad in training attire, exuding an unruly temperament, walking swiftly towards her.

Qin Ruan smiled and called out, "Yirong—"

Huo Yirong took off his hat and smoothly stroked his hair, his handsome and distinct face showing some irritation, "How is third brother?"

He was supposed to go up the mountain with the Cabinet Guard Squad, but upon learning that the third brother had vomited blood again, he couldn’t set his mind at ease and decided to ascend the mountain first with a few men.

Speaking of the Third Master, Qin Ruan’s corners of her lips pressed down, "It’s alright, he’s upstairs. I was just about to go up."

Huo Yirong said, "Let’s go together."

The two left one after the other, leaving behind Ling Xiaoxuan behind them, who stood contemplating the large locust tree with a thoughtful expression.

Upstairs.

Huo Yunjiao was already dressed neatly, sitting at the dining table for breakfast, beside him a steaming medicinal soup.

Hearing the sound of leather shoes tapping on the wooden floor outside, his handsome and cool face remained calm.

Not until the room door was pushed open did he gently lift his eyelids, glancing towards the doorway.

Seeing Huo Yirong and Qin Ruan walking in, Huo Yunjiao instructed Huo Qiang who was standing beside him, "Bring a pair of chopsticks and a bowl for second brother."

"Yes—"

Huo Qiang stepped away.

As he passed by Huo Yirong and Qin Ruan, he paused to bow respectfully.

Huo Yirong glanced at the carefully prepared breakfast on the table and sauntered over, teasingly saying with a smile in his voice, "Seeing all the delicacies you’re enjoying here, you seem to look quite well."

Huo Yunjiao’s gentle eyes fixed on Qin Ruan as she approached, extending his hand to pull her to sit beside him, bringing the bowl of medicinal soup that had been cooling for quite some time to her, "It’s been cooling for a while, the temperature is just right. Drink some while the efficacy is still there."

Qin Ruan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, a bitter expression on her face, her eyes displaying a resistant mood.

She really had no appetite for the medicinal soup in front of her.

The sight of this soup reminded her of the early days when she was pregnant with Ayao and Anqi.

As if not noticing Qin Ruan’s aversion, Huo Yunjiao’s fair, jade-like hands picked up the porcelain-white soup bowl, grasping the spoon to personally feed her.

Qin Ruan, with a sidelong glance at Huo Yirong sitting opposite, who had a mocking look in his eyes, reached out to take the medicinal soup from the Third Master’s hands.

Under their watchful eyes, she brought the soup to her lips and guzzled it down.

Without a pause, the bowl was emptied in one go.

Seeing her obediently finish it, Huo Yunjiao reached out and ruffled her hair, presented a bowl of clear congee in front of her, personally added a soup dumpling to her plate, and then handed the chopsticks into Qin Ruan’s hands, before turning to look at Huo Yirong who had a strange expression across the table.

Meeting his younger brother’s deep eyes, Huo Yirong couldn’t help but sarcastically say, "Third brother, you really treat your sister-in-law like a child, attending to her eating personally. Even Ayao and Anqi didn’t have this privilege, did they?"

In his memory, the two nephews were nearly raised in a hands-off manner.

The Third Master didn’t even bother with their eating and toileting.

A slight frown formed on Huo Yunjiao’s brows, his dark eyes fixed on Huo Yirong, and he gave a light snort, "Ruanruan is a special case, her health is of utmost importance right now."

His words were profound, as if hinting at something.

Qin Ruan, who had just sipped a mouthful of dumpling soup, blinked and gazed at the man beside her.

Huo Yunjiao took her left hand, gently twirling his cool fingertips in the center of her palm.

The couple gazed at each other, affection meeting bewilderment.

"Sister-in-law isn’t pregnant again, is she?"

The exclamation from Huo Yirong rang out.

Startled, Qin Ruan’s chopsticks clattering onto the table from her hand as the shock hit her.

Afraid that the spilled congee might splatter onto Qin Ruan, Huo Yunjiao wrapped his arms around her swiftly, holding her close.

His movements were very quick, and Qin Ruan found herself suddenly embraced, sitting on a lap that was more comfortable than the chair.

Qin Ruan, nestled in the Third Master’s embrace, was still in a state of shock.

Not by the recent scare, but by Huo Yirong’s exclamatory remarks.

She was pregnant again?!

Qin Ruan looked down at her flat belly, her heart pounding fast.

One arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand gently patting her back, Huo Yunjiao spoke with a tone laced with helplessness and indulgence, "How could you be so careless."

Qin Ruan, unconcerned with these details, sat up straight, her clear and bright eyes fixed on the man in front of her, she questioned word by word, "Am I pregnant?"

The low timbre of her voice carried a hint of panic.