Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1191: The Powerful Team Behind Aruan, We Willingly Follow

Chapter 1191: Chapter 1191: The Powerful Team Behind Aruan, We Willingly Follow

Hun Dun’s words were indeed not false. Even the four ancient fiends joined together might not be a match for Aruan, let alone if they found few more of their kind, Aruan would definitely be defeated.

The divine beasts and fierce creatures present almost shared the same lifespan as heaven and earth, leading lives that were terribly monotonous. Suddenly, the Fox Clan’s Aruan, who feared neither heaven nor earth, appeared, cheerfully causing mischief with them, and naturally, they indulged her openly and secretly.

Their skin was thick, and being whipped was merely like tickling them, but given their status and position, besides the Fox Clan’s Aruan, there really weren’t many others who dared to whip them.

Except for that little ancestor from Tu Mountain.

Aside from having a rather mischievous nature, the Fox Clan’s Aruan was still quite endearing in other aspects.

The wine-loving and ill-tempered Qiongqi, in the days of old, even pursued the Fox Clan’s Aruan.

Back then, Aruan was still unawakened to the emotions of love, ignorant of romantic affairs. The two were like chickens talking to ducks, clashing and coming to blows every time they met.

Qiongqi, not willing to let the Little Princess get hurt, was whipped harshly each time, and as Aruan often dealt with ancient beasts over the years, her combat power rose. Eventually, the meaning behind Qiongqi’s pursuit changed. He grew fearful of the whip, and afterwards, he seemed more like a brother playfully spoiling a younger sister than a suitor.

Other divine beasts that had taken a liking to Aruan also backed off because of this.

Xia Yunchen’s expression softened considerably, his eyes curving slightly, his voice low and unhurried, "Aruan was young and ignorant, and as her older brother, I’m here today to offer an apology to everyone on her behalf."

The actions of Aruan in the past, he, as an elder brother, knew all too well. Now that everyone was able to put aside past grievances and gather here, he ought to express the apology that was a thousand years overdue.

His words spoken, someone became dissatisfied.

With snow-white fur and equally white hair and eyebrows, the Baize raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing, "The Little Princess is candid and straightforward. Such frankness is rare, and she is quite endearing. I am happy to play along with her."

Other divine beasts also spoke up, "Aruan is someone we’ve watched grow up. She’s been our joy for so many years. Even if she was unruly, it was all of us who spoiled her together. For the Divine Monarch to apologize now would seem rather distant."

There were also sighs, "The fiery little girl of the past is now getting married. Who knows who’s getting the better deal."

Rong Menglan, aware of the insider details and thinking of Qin Ruan’s tumultuous love-hate entanglement with Third Master Huo, felt a vein throb on her temple.

The lawless Fox Clan Little Princess had mysteriously perished a thousand years ago and reappeared in the Human Realm to raise children for a short-lived ghost. The two didn’t even have a wedding ceremony.

Truly absurd, unbecoming of the status of a Tu Mountain Fox Clan princess.

Rong Menglan adored all the beautiful things in the world, and Aruan was once considered one of the most beautiful people by her. Although she couldn’t possess Aruan, it was still pleasing to watch her every day.

Now that she knew of Qin Ruan’s identity and thought about her having children, soon to be married off, Rong Menglan felt rather annoyed, as if a lush, vibrant cabbage grown in her spiritual field had suddenly been rooted up by a pig that barged into the garden.

Suddenly, someone spoke up cautiously, "May I dare to ask the Divine Monarch, if Aruan’s marriage is to follow ancient ceremonial rites, won’t her fate become inevitably intertwined with that mortal’s?"

Qin Ruan might not have recovered her identity now, and her memory was incomplete, but she was ultimately the Fox Clan princess.

To conduct ancient wedding rites was clearly seeking the recognition from the Heavenly Dao for this marriage. Henceforth, their fates would be inseparable, even through cycles of reincarnation.

Xia Yunchen regarded the questioner, his hand gripping the railing tightened, and he said in a heavy tone, "Indeed, that person is the one Aruan has liked since before."

He knew how much suspicion his words could arouse.

Watching the subtle changes in the expressions of the crowd, disbelief and amazement on their faces, he slowly curved his lips, "Everyone just needs to send Aruan off for her wedding. When her soul returns to its rightful place, she will naturally understand why she did what she did."

The people downstairs exchanged puzzled glances, their expressions growing even stranger.

The great battle that took place a thousand years ago was still fresh in their memory.

Aruan’s demise back then was related to a person from Fengdu City in the Netherworld, and while the public was not privy to the details, the rumors were enough to bring anyone to tears, weaving a tapestry of love, hate, and entanglements.

Bai Ze furrowed his snow-white brows tightly, looking up at Xia Yunchen who stood above, and asked in a deep voice, "Is the Little Princess truly willing?"

Xia Yunchen took a brief moment to reminisce about Qin Ruan’s demeanor when she was with Huo Yunjiao, her unwitting dependence and affection for that person, and sighed lightly, "Aruan is stubborn, once she’s set on something, not even eight horses could pull her back. If she had felt the slightest reluctance, we would not all be gathered here today."

Bai Ze’s pale, bloodless face looked pensive, "If that’s the case, then it is well."

The others around also nodded to themselves in agreement.

Seeing that there were no further questions from the crowd, Xia Yunchen went on to arrange the details of the grand wedding, the first of which was that on the day of the wedding, no one was to reveal their true forms, and all should dress and act according to the customs of the times.

As orders were issued, the crowded hall began to clear out as people took their leave one after another, growing quieter and quieter.

It wasn’t until the sky darkened that the large hall was left with only Xia Yunchen, Changyuan, Lan An, Song Qing, and Rong Menglan.

Rong Menglan did not leave the estate until the moon shone sparsely with stars.

Not long after he left, the Rong Family’s eldest heir’s departure reached Huo Yirong’s ears.

According to the Hidden Guard, Rong Menglan was spotted in North City, alone without a trace of Song Qing by his side.

Huo Yirong had no intention of waiting idly; he ordered the Hidden Guard to bring the man back to Huo Mansion, intending to personally extract everything he wished to know from Rong Menglan’s own lips.

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Rong Menglan was intercepted right at the entrance of the Rong Family’s home, aware that he was being watched from the shadows, but unconcerned since he sensed no malice.

Now that these people revealed themselves, just from their attire and the family crest on their uniforms, he knew they were the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard.

Rong Menglan wasn’t inclined to pay them any heed, but the memory of Huo Yirong at the bar last month taking Song Qing away flooded his mind unexpectedly, his eyes brimming with a mocking light.

He offered no resistance and let the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard escort him into the Huo Mansion.

It was deep into the night when the small building where Huo Yirong resided was still brightly lit.

He was dressed in a silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, revealing a seductive and alluring chest. He swirled a glass of red wine in his well-maintained slender and fair hand, his cool eyes intently set on the entrance to the living room.

When Rong Menglan was brought into the great hall of the small building, he saw Huo Yirong in his casual, homey attire.

If the other’s gaze had been a bit friendlier and his expression less dark and fierce, Rong Menglan might have even joked with him.

Huo Yirong’s gaze fell on the Rong Family’s eldest heir, who was escorted by the Hidden Guard. His free hand made a welcoming gesture, his demeanor courteous, "Mr. Rong, please take a seat."

As he spoke, the Hidden Guards behind Rong Menglan immediately stepped back.

The latter, as casual as if he were in his own home, took a seat opposite Huo Yirong. The slight curve at the corner of his lips remained unchanged, "Mr. Huo, summoning me in the dead of night, is there something amiss with the Rong Family’s recent actions?"