Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1200: The Little Fox Pampered in the Palm of the Hand

Chapter 1200: Chapter 1200: The Little Fox Pampered in the Palm of the Hand

One of the happiest things in life is marrying the person you love.

The most sorrowful and painful thing is when you think you and your beloved are of one mind, only to discover that they have become your adversary, separated by a vast sea of blood and mortal enmity.

Qin Ruan’s eyes brimmed with desolation, an oppressive air emanating from her, bearing both pessimism and self-loathing, her negativity overflowing, she could no longer find her way back.

If she was truly Aruan from the Fox Clan, could Huo Yunjiao’s abnormal and mysterious behavior over these past few months signify that he had regained his memory?

If he had recalled their heart-wrenching past conflicts, why would he still marry her? How had the Aruan from her dreams perished? Was it him who had killed her in a fit of rage?

Fengdu’s fearsome Northern Emperor, who no spirit dared provoke, was cold-hearted and vengeful, with brutal and cruel methods. How could he allow anyone who betrayed him to live comfortably on earth?

Qin Ruan’s body turned cold, she lay curled on the bed, her hands caressing the active child in her belly, her mind split, her senses muddled.

Her hands soothed the child in her womb, who was mysteriously restless, while her mind continuously speculated about what the child’s father was plotting, imagining the worst possible memories.

Her eyes, now cool, detached, and anxious, suddenly fixated on a spot.

In her mind, she vividly recalled seeing her grandfather’s Buddha Beads lose their faint golden glow, turning dark and dull at her company.

She knew that those beads were closely linked to her grandfather’s life, and knew that he had deliberately concealed the damage from her; she played along perfectly, feigning ignorance.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t concerned about Huo Yunjiao’s life, it was Ming Tianheng who told her that the longer the lifeline she could capture through controlling a Puppet, the safer her grandfather would be.

Since Chu Zifeng could deceive her, how could Ming Tianheng, also a servant of the great Emperor of Fengdu, be trusted not to lie to her?

Ignoring the movements of the child in her belly, Qin Ruan briskly got up, put on her shoes, her body carrying an extreme, suppressed sense of impending danger.

The bedroom door was pulled open from the inside, and Huo Zhi and Song Qing, who were guarding the door, turned around at the same moment.

Huo Zhi turned and nodded, "Madam?"

Approaching them with a puzzled look, Qin Ruan regained her composure and said calmly, "I remember I left something in the study a few days ago, I’m going to look for it now."

Huo Zhi, ever dutiful, asked, "Do you need me to accompany you?"

"It doesn’t matter."

With that, Qin Ruan left the bedroom briskly, hurrying toward Huo Yunjiao’s study.

At the same time, Huo Yunjiao returned to the wedding venue and found Ming Tianheng and Chu Zifeng, his gaze icy as he stared at them, "What’s going on? Why is Aruan’s memory unstable? What have you found?"

He had noticed Qin Ruan’s casual probing, and apart from the theory that her memory had returned early, he could find no other reason.

Upon sensing something wrong with Qin Ruan, he immediately instructed two of his most capable men to go to the Netherworld to investigate.

The Netherworld governed all the myriad spirit realms, and Qin Ruan, as a princess from the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, held a noble stature—if her soul had returned to her body prematurely, the Netherworld would not remain calm, and signs would definitely emerge.

The three stood in front of a minimally constructed bar, positioned discreetly with fewer people around.

Even so, Ming Tianheng still lowered his voice to report, "My liege, there is no disturbance in the Netherworld. The Empress’s death trial is approaching, and her memory fluctuations will remain unstable in the coming days."

After speaking, he cautiously looked up at the exceedingly noble man before him and tentatively suggested, "Perhaps you need to personally suppress the Empress’s memory with your essence blood to prevent unforeseen events."

The essence blood of the Emperor of Fengdu is not something ordinary people can withstand. If it were an Evil Puppet, there’s no need to swallow it; a mere touch of its scent would greatly increase its Puppet Power, and a Spirit Monster that has cultivated for many years would become a God on the spot.

The most frightening thing is, the Emperor’s essence blood could evoke the deepest desires of love in their hearts, with effects comparable to the most lethal of potent drugs.

Ming Tianheng’s suggestion reached Huo Yunjiao’s ears but did not make the icy expression on his face look any better; already stern, his visage grew even darker.

Qin Ruan’s belly was growing bigger by the day, and in order to avoid harming the child and to spare the mother of his child from exhaustion, he had decided, after tonight’s wedding night, not to continue as he had during the past two months.

A single drop of his essence blood was too much for Qin Ruan as she was now.

He was afraid of losing control and harming both mother and daughter, and equally terrified that Qin Ruan might fall seriously ill afterward.

As the months of Qin Ruan’s pregnancy went by, his anticipation for his daughter’s birth increased, but so too did the unease in his heart.

The day of the child’s birth was too close to the time of his departure; many unexpected incidents could not be controlled at critical moments.

Standing next to Ming Tianheng, Chu Zifeng saw the Emperor’s expression growing increasingly severe, stepped forward, and respectfully said, "My Lord, the Empress’s memory is currently in a recovery period; why not let nature take its course?

My subordinates believe the Empress will not recover all her memories in the short term. The memories she saw in her dreams previously were trivial. Only now should some distressing memories she sees in her dreams have made you notice any discrepancies.

Memories suppressed for a thousand years cannot be recovered in a short time. A thousand years ago, it was ultimately the Empress who wronged you first, and she is unlikely to seek you out for confirmation."

People who are guilty are always in a passive position, standing on the adverse side of vulnerability.

The words after that, Chu Zifeng did not say, but he knew the Emperor understood.

Huo Yunjiao knew all too well.

His rage turned to laughter, his voice trembling as he spoke with a gentle tone but threatening words, "Are you suggesting that my Aruan, the mother of my child, should suffer in torment for the months to come? Since when have my matters needed your guidance?"

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes blazed with fury as he stared at Chu Zifeng, as if wanting to completely consume him in fire.

His thousand-year plan was not only to help Aruan through her life and death calamity but also to avenge the betrayal of her past betrayal.

Yet, he had never intended to let the darling little fox he doted on suffer the torment of painful memories from the past.

From the very beginning, all he wanted was Aruan’s heart.

Since she had dug out his heart to save someone else, she should compensate him with her own heart.

Chu Zifeng and Ming Tianheng’s expressions changed abruptly, feeling the intense oppressive force emanating from the Emperor. They bowed their heads in silence, opting not to speak any further.

Huo Yunjiao, noticing guests approaching their location, lowered his thick eyelashes and commanded in a suppressed angry tone, "Report immediately if there’s any movement in the Netherworld. The situation has changed, and I worry that our plans might be expedited. The million Yin Soldiers of Fengdu are on standby."

Ming Tianheng, "Yes, my Lord—"

Chu Zifeng, "Yes, my Lord—"

Hearing the footsteps growing closer behind him, Huo Yunjiao waved his hands and signaled his subordinates to leave. He carelessly adjusted his shirt sleeves, his actions casual with a hint of nonchalance.