Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1188: The Wedding Day of the Fox Clan Princess, Fifty-Two Ancient Divine Beasts Give Her Away

Chapter 1188: Chapter 1188: The Wedding Day of the Fox Clan Princess, Fifty-Two Ancient Divine Beasts Give Her Away

Xia Yunchen looked down at Qin Ruan standing downstairs with her swollen belly, who had just hung up the phone and was smiling while talking to Huo Zhi. A thin, pale face with tears like pear blossoms emerged in his mind, the young girl sobbingly said to him, "Brother, I regret it, I regret it..."

Since childhood, his sister, who was spoiled and willful, adored both heaven and earth, now looked full of sadness, her face showing a pain as if her soul had been torn apart, making him feel both heartache and self-blame.

His sister had committed such errors all because of him.

He was the one truly to blame.

If it were not for him, how could his little sister have ventured into Feidu City, let alone have encountered the love and death tribulations?

Xia Yunchen withdrew his gaze and looked at the man standing next to him, his tight lips slightly parted, "Aruan seems quite relaxed."

Huo Yunjiao laughed lightly, "She is doing very well."

So well that he couldn’t bear to leave, wanting time to stop right here, forever maintaining this warm and beautiful moment.

Xia Yunchen’s face was complex, his brow furrowed as he said, "You have already transcended the love tribulation and could leave at any time. Aruan’s life and death tribulation can’t afford any risks, are you really confident?"

Last month, the two men talked openly with each other, and he knew how deeply entangled the Lord of the Netherworld from Feidu was with his sister.

Even he, upon hearing that the love and death tribulations had befallen them both at the same time, couldn’t help but lose his composure.

Heavenly Dao cannot be defied; to go against the preordained fate, the price paid is also considerable.

He still didn’t know how the Lord of Feidu intended to alter fate, only aware that his sister’s life and death were in his hands.

He also understood one thing—he was powerless in this matter.

If Huo Yunjiao had wanted his sister dead, he would have done it long ago, not tormenting her for a thousand years.

Xia Yunchen could only feel fortunate, fortunate that this man harbored some unclear and indescribable affection for Aruan.

Huo Yunjiao glanced at him deeply, his reserved voice low, dangerous yet domineering, "I never do things I’m not sure about."

Especially with Qin Ruan, he had spent countless efforts and a millennium of time, all to exchange for their perfect ending.

Xia Yunchen looked coldly at his serious expression, feeling not the slightest emotion inside.

Until the very last moment, he could not fully trust him.

Only if his sister completely escaped the death tribulation would he sincerely thank the man before him.

Xia Yunchen suppressed the bitterness and sadness in his heart, changing the topic, "Aruan is a princess of our Tu Mountain Fox Clan. On her wedding day, I will lead fifty-two ancient tribes with Divine Beasts like the Qiongqi, Hundun, Taotie, and Taowu to escort her."

He had tried to stop their marriage.

In his view, crossing the tribulation need not involve their marriage.

But Huo Yunjiao had informed him matter-of-factly that this was a critical step in helping Aruan pass through the tribulation, with only the identity of the Empress of the Lord of the Netherworld from Feidu capable of shielding Qin Ruan from the most fatal dangers during the tribulation.

What more could Xia Yunchen say? Despite being unwilling in every possible way, for his sister’s safety, he had to grit his teeth and watch them get married.

However, even if his Fox Clan princess married in human form, the ceremony could not lack grandeur.

Huo Yunjiao didn’t take long to consider and nodded his agreement, "Alright, but make sure your subordinates do not reveal their true forms at the wedding; stay well-behaved. Coming into contact with old acquaintances poses a risk of Aruan recovering her memories prematurely."

Xia Yunchen responded, "I will arrange that myself."

Qin Ruan was now pregnant, and the pure bloodline within her was in a state of recovery. Recovering her memories before the coming of the death tribulation could potentially lead to a repeat of the tragic events from a thousand years ago.

Heavenly Dao is too cunning and vile; they had paid a bloody price, tragic yet heroic.

For Aruan’s safety in overcoming tribulations, Xia Yunchen had no choice but to collaborate with Huo Yunjiao.

He could only hope that everything would go according to the plan.

Half a year is not long, but it’s enough to keep one on tenterhooks.

...

Recently, Huo Yirong has been having some uncomfortable days.

The story begins from last month.

Through a secret tip-off from Su Jingshu, he had caught Song Qing flirting with another man at a bar late at night, and subtly warned Song Qing while dropping her home.

He thought that both parties had reached a satisfying understanding on this matter.

Song Qing was his woman, even if just for one night. Since she was his, she shouldn’t keep entangling with other men.

A few days later, the Hidden Guard informed Huo Yirong that Song Qing and the eldest son of the Rong Family, Rong Menglan, were inseparable, and rumors of a marriage alliance between the Song and Rong families were everywhere.

Upon knowing this, Huo Yirong laughed in fury and immediately dispatched the Hidden Guard to bring Song Qing back to the Huo Family.

The previous final warning was ultimately treated as a breeze passing by.

Disobedient pets should be caged, to let them taste fear, only then can they learn to behave.

Huo Yunjiao decided to personally adjust and educate Song Qing, to let her understand that the last warning was not just lip service.

He eagerly awaited the Hidden Guard to bring back the restless creature, but he was met with disappointment.

Song Qing had disappeared, along with Rong Menglan. Both of them vanished into thin air without leaving any trace.

Their last known location was a night club in East City—they entered and never came out.

However, before their disappearance, both had informed their families they would be away for business for about half a month.

After leaving the Huo family, Song Qing was without any job, while Rong Menglan’s position in the Cabinet wasn’t crucial, but their disappearance for about half a month would delay some urgent affairs.

For someone to casually abandon their work, it wasn’t likely just because of entanglement with a woman.

Those who enter the Cabinet usually have significant ambitions, and sacrificing career prospects for a woman wouldn’t likely happen to young master Rong.

Huo Yirong knew it wasn’t simple. Yet, still preemptively imagining the entangled scenes of the two missing people, his mind exploded, and he issued a death order to the Secret Guard Department—they must dig three feet into the ground to find them.

Time swiftly passed, and a week went by without the Secret Guard Department uncovering any useful clues.

Huo Yirong’s already uncontrollable fury could no longer be contained. He severely reprimanded Huo Qiang, who was fully in charge of this matter, and personally sought assistance from Qin Ruan.

With the Huo family’s resources incapable of finding the two people, the situation was beyond complex.

With only two days left until the wedding, as the day approached, Qin Ruan grew anxious.

More hopeful and anxious than when she registered her marriage with the third master, and also overwhelmed by an inexplicable happiness and pleasure.

Every day, entangled by complicated emotions, causing her sleep to deteriorate these last two nights.

Huo Yunjiao, knowing she wasn’t sleeping well, feeling lethargic, and preferring to stay in the flower room, had a comfortable couch moved into the sunroom.

At that moment, Qin Ruan lay on the couch under the sunlight, enjoying the comfortable temperature of the flower room, surrounded by the rich fragrance of flowers, as the unpleased-looking Huo Yirong approached.

She squinted her eyes, sizing up Huo Yirong’s face, her red lips curling into a teasing smile, as if she knew the purpose of his visit.