Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1102: The Witch Clan’s Saintess Enters the Capital, Chaos Begins in West City

Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102: The Witch Clan’s Saintess Enters the Capital, Chaos Begins in West City

Huo Yunjiao doted on her with a smile and sat next to Qin Ruan. He reached out to smooth her somewhat disheveled hair, his sexy and graceful thin lips quivered, "Girl, it was clearly you who seduced me first. How did it end up being my fault?"

His tone was innocent, with a hidden hint of amusement.

With her back to him, Qin Ruan’s fox-like eyes widened slightly, and despite opening her mouth, she found herself unable to retort.

After they had gone upstairs to their room, she had intended to ask the third master how much he knew about the situation in West City.

The plan from twenty-one years ago—back then, the third master was just a few years old. She didn’t believe that he was behind it and wanted to probe for the inside story.

But the man played coy with her, insisting that she kiss him voluntarily before he would tell her anything.

She was a weak-willed one, indeed, kissing him under his deliberate guidance, and after that, things just spiraled out of control.

In the end, it was the man beside her who initiated it, yet she was the one who had been proactive.

Qin Ruan bit her teeth and pursed her lips, refusing to pay him any attention.

Huo Yunjiao leaned over, covering Qin Ruan with his body, his hands cupping her cheeks, and met her eyes that were filled with annoyance. His voice was warm and scholarly, "Darling, don’t be angry. Rest for a while, I’ll go check outside."

Qin Ruan’s gaze shifted away, avoiding his look, and she said casually, "I’ve already said it doesn’t matter."

Huo Yunjiao’s drooping eyes focused on her, his fingers that cradled her cheeks tightened slightly, and a soft sigh sounded.

He bent down and kissed Qin Ruan’s cheek, softly saying, "Wait for me to return."

As he rose to leave, Qin Ruan tilted her head to watch his retreating figure, her lips curling nearly imperceptibly.

She wasn’t really angry; she just wanted to throw a bit of a tantrum.

Just as he liked to see her cry—the more miserable she was, the more he enjoyed teasing her—she also reveled in being coaxed gently with tender words while cradled in the palm of the third master’s hand.

However, the intimate scene between the two of them had indeed been witnessed by Huo Yirong, which inevitably left her with a strange feeling in her heart, but it was nothing serious.

Huo Yunjiao pulled open the door and saw Huo Yirong standing across the way, leaning against the wall. The dim yellow light of the corridor cast upon him, his clear and solemn face showing an inescapable grim expression, the chill in his eyes was startling and foreboding.

Huo Yunjiao stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. His exquisite eyebrows slightly furrowed, and in a clear and cool tone, he asked, "What happened?"

"Song Qing ran away."

Huo Yirong’s tone was very calm, but his face was frosty and his expression extremely somber, indicating how displeased he was with the situation.

The fury around him seemed to intensify with the fall of his words.

Huo Yunjiao crossed his arms, his deep eyes scrutinizing Huo Yirong, his sexy thin lips curving into a faint smirk, "So he ran, why come to me with this?"

Song Qing was a demon, and his older brother was human.

Those two together were quite a handful.

But even so, what use was there in coming to him?

Hearing the mock in his tone, Huo Yirong, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, responded indignantly, "Who said I came to see you? I’m here to see my sister-in-law."

Huo Yunjiao’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his voice cool as he replied, "She’s not feeling well and just lay down to rest. It’s no use bothering her with this."

He said this, but thought to himself that the girl was probably in the room getting angry. If he truly let him in, he would be the one facing the trouble next.

Huo Yirong eyed him skeptically, particularly noting the wrinkles on his collar, his narrowed eyes expressing disbelief, "You two were just embracing and cuddling, and now she’s asleep this quickly?"

He seriously suspected that his younger brother simply didn’t want him to see Qin Ruan.

The truth was, Huo Yirong had guessed correctly.

Huo Yunjiao stepped forward, putting an arm around Huo Yirong’s shoulder, leading him towards the study.

"If you have anything, just ask me. Ruanruan is not feeling well, so don’t go in and disturb her."

He probably knew what his older brother wanted to ask—it had to be about the discovery that Song Qing was a demon.

That matter was simple and complex all at the same time.

The premise depended on Huo Yirong’s attitude toward Song Qing.

Huo Yirong followed him toward the study, and upon hearing his words, turned her head, furrowing her brows as she looked at him, "You know about Song Qing’s issue too?"

A trace of displeasure at being kept in the dark crossed his calm face.

"I know."

Huo Yunjiao disregarded the unhappy aura emanating from him, opened the door to the study, and the two entered one after the other.

...

At the same time.

Song Qing had arrived at Cloud City’s Qi Mountain.

Or rather, she had come to a desolate plain, for Qi Mountain had long since vanished.

Standing outside the boundary of Qi Mountain, shrouded in darkness with moonlight sprinkling down, Song Qing closed her eyes and released her Spiritual Sense. When she opened them again, she fixed her gaze in a certain direction, knelt on one knee upon the ground, and felt for the messages emanating from within the boundary.

"Song Qing, stay away from Aruan!" the man’s voice, deep and tinged with a cold intent, was none other than Xia Yunchen from within the boundary.

As his words hit the ground, Song Qing, kneeling outside the boundary, felt the oppressive force conveyed through his voice.

It was as if her throat was being strangled, her face turning a shade paler, and her breathing intentionally lightened.

Despite the pressure from him, she couldn’t help but retort, "Divine Monarch, it was you who said I should keep constant watch over the master, sticking as close as a shadow."

A scoff emanated from within the boundary, and Xia Yunchen’s voice was as frosty as ever, "Now is not then. Aruan is pregnant, and her emotions cannot be subjected to any disturbances.

Your current physical condition is precarious. Keep your distance from her, and don’t let her see you. If anything untoward happens to Aruan because of you, I will take your life!"

Song Qing’s body hadn’t fully integrated yet, and it was extremely dangerous, a slight mishap could trigger Aruan’s memory restoration.

By then, he would still be trapped in the boundary, unable to do anything but fret.

He had to wait until he was free from this predicament to start taking action.

Song Qing’s eyes widened slightly upon learning of Qin Ruan’s pregnancy.

She then respectfully bowed her head, genuflecting toward the direction the voice came from.

"Your subordinate obeys the command and will not dare to appear before the master uninvited again."

The tone of Xia Yunchen’s voice softened significantly as he issued several more orders to Song Qing.

Song Qing, kneeling on the ground, went through a gamut of emotions – her expression shifting from shock to bewilderment, then finally to stunned disbelief.

...

Time flashed by, and a month passed.

During the sweltering summer, the weather was stifling, making Qin Ruan reluctant to leave the house at all.

During this month, she kept a watchful eye on the movements in West City, as well as on the whereabouts of Weng En and the person who had slipped away from her at the underground boxing ring in West City.

She had left a wisp of Evil Qi on both men, and along with the surveillance from Wu Fan and Yanxuan, she had received some troubling news.

The Witch Clan was about to arrive in Capital City, within a day or two.

It was the Witch Clan’s Saintess herself who was leading the tribe to the city.

West City had been smoky and miasmal in the past few days, busier than in days past and many were getting restless.

Yesterday, Li Zilan had called to complain, saying that skirmishes and brawls had become more frequent recently in West City, more common even than household meals.

She, along with Su Wang and Shen Ran, besides visiting Master Qu, were also too lazy to go out.

West City was on the brink of chaos.