Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1207: She is the Empress of Fengdu, the Great Emperor of the Netherworld

Chapter 1207: Chapter 1207: She is the Empress of Fengdu, the Great Emperor of the Netherworld

Qin Ruan wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes with the pad of her finger and buried her head in Huo Yunjiao’s embrace, greedily breathing in his scent.

The faint smell of cold sinkwood incense was still so intoxicating and soothing to her.

She clasped Huo Yunjiao’s hand and placed it onto her belly, which had grown larger, and begged humbly near his ear, "I miss you, and the baby misses you too. Can you please wake up soon?"

After many days of dream sequences, Qin Ruan had almost confirmed her identity.

Although some memories were still fragmented, she was essentially certain of her identity as the princess of the Tu Mountain Fox Clan.

In her dreams, she, pampered beyond measure by everyone around her, was incredibly arrogant and unruly, under the heavens and above the earth.

She was still young when she accidentally learned of her brother’s old heart ailment, a remnant of an injury from a great war ten thousand years ago, which could relapse at any moment, risking the division of his soul.

To cure her brother’s old illness, she believed the words of heretical and unorthodox teachings, claiming that the heart of the Emperor of Fengdu could cure all stubborn diseases, and even allow gods to be reborn and achieve a body impervious to all divine weapons in the worlds.

Little did she know that the Emperor of Fengdu, ruler of the Netherworld, was a heartless being, lacking a heart altogether.

The Emperor was cold-blooded and merciless, impartial as iron, with a combat prowess so formidable that it instilled fear in others; even if he had a heart, who would dare to take it?

The fate of all gods in the many worlds was in his hands, and yet, it was this fearsome figure who, for the Fox Clan’s Aruan, had developed a real and fleshy heart—a heart filled with affection for Aruan.

Unbeknownst to Aruan, it was because of the Emperor’s feelings for her that he had a heart capable of love. In her selfishness, she cruelly carved out that heart to save her brother.

Such heinous treachery, such utterly heartless and immoral acts, were deserving of divine retribution.

The heart of the highest god of the Netherworld was not something that could be touched lightly.

The fact that the Heavenly Dao did not reduce Aruan to ashes was the Emperor’s final act of pity towards her.

If not for his protection, she would have long ago been scattered to the winds.

After saving her brother, Aruan deeply felt the taste of regret, which came all too late and was almost lethal, the unbearable sense of oppression torturing her every day.

She did not know the pain of having one’s heart gouged out, but she experienced the agony of having her heart pricked incessantly by fine needles, a bone-deep pain akin to the fires of Hell.

Lately, Qin Ruan was tormented daily by the residual emotions from her dreams.

She was like the Aruan in her dreams, constantly tormented by repressed feelings of regret.

Qin Ruan lay in bed, clutching Huo Yunjiao’s arm tightly, tears streaming hotly from her tightly shut eyes, her voice hoarse and distressed, "Third Master, I miss you. Please wake up, and open your eyes to look at me, won’t you?"

Tears soaked Huo Yunjiao’s home clothes, her choked cries intermittent and disjointed.

By the end of her pleading, Qin Ruan had fully projected herself into the role of Aruan, her words becoming nonsensical, "Divine Monarch, I apologize to you. You can hit me, scold me, punish me, and let me feel all the pain you suffered back then. As long as you wake up, I’ll do anything, just please, please wake up, won’t you?"

There was no response in the bedroom other than the sound of sobbing and begging.

Not even the air currents stirred by the wind seemed to slow down, and the world seemed to stand still, giving her not the slightest hint of an answer.

It was as if all things under the heavens were silently punishing this person who now repented, onlooking with cold indifference.

Each day, Qin Ruan endured the agony of this wait; every morning she opened her eyes, she prayed to see Third Master awaken.

Day after day, yet never a glimmer of surprise for her.

Perhaps she had lived too smoothly these past two years, to the point that even the heavens could not stand it, letting her suffer the punishing torment of days that felt like years.

Qin Ruan cried for nearly an hour until her eyes began to sting from too many tears.

She took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her face, and got up to walk to the bathroom.

When she came back out, she was holding a razor, supporting her heavy body as she knelt beside the bed and deftly shaved stubble near Huo Yunjiao’s chin.

She still remembered the first time Huo Yunjiao had fallen into a coma and one morning saw that he had grown a beard, she had clumsily shaved it for him.

Being her first time, the movements were extremely unpracticed, and she had drawn blood.

At that moment, Qin Ruan immediately panicked, tears dripping one by one as the bright red blood caught her eye, and she cried out apologies, uttering "sorry" over and over without any response from him, which made her feel even worse.

After the bleeding at the wound had stopped, she lightened her movements, cautiously continuing to search and shave.

Day by day passed, and the skill of shaving had become something Qin Ruan was now quite adept at.

Now, having cleaned up the blue stubble on the man’s chin, Qin Ruan’s movements wavered slightly as she stood up, she reached out to firmly grasp the bedside table while her silk nightgown fell open, sliding off to reveal the snowy white skin of her shoulder.

She steadied herself, casually pulling at her nightgown, and her peripheral vision caught sight of the black mandala flower branded on her shoulder; her actions paused, and her face showed a stunned expression.

This was the brand that appeared out of nowhere on the night she and the Third Master announced their union to the heavens and earth, after feeling a sharp pain.

The black mandala flower signified her current identity, the Empress of the Fengdu Netherworld Emperor—the lady of the Netherworld.

Qin Ruan touched the branded cluster on her shoulder, her moist eyes darkening.

She wasn’t foolish, quite sensitive to certain things, she knew well what the brand appearing on her body signified.

The heart of the Fengdu Emperor was still in the chest of the Nine-tailed Fox Divine Monarch; he was still that cold, unfeeling Emperor.

Yet this person, even having been betrayed and let down, still granted her a life-saving token.

The Qin Ruan of today had no one in this world who could obstruct her path, save for the laws of Heaven and Earth, even if the trial of life and death were to come one day, with the status of the Empress of the Fengdu Lord of Netherworld, she could sail through the ordeal with half the effort.

He, who was once the ruler on the path of heartlessness, had lost his heart and his roots of affection, and yet bore through the mortal world for someone unfaithful.

Was this grace and affection ultimately because of Aruan, or for the child that had fallen alongside her a thousand years ago?

Qin Ruan was unclear whether it was the Fengdu Emperor or the current Huo Yunjiao who harbored such thoughts, whatever the possibility, it was for her to bear.

It was she who had wronged him, she who had failed to protect their child, she who had personally removed the heart that loved her, and it was she who had dragged all the innocent into the tumult of the mortal world.

A thousand years of time, for gods with countless lifespans, was but a fleeting moment.

However, the suffering of reincarnation is something that even gods, like ordinary people, must endure through countless tribulations.

With all the manifold sufferings in the world, if not for an inevitable trial, who would willingly step into the mortal coil.

The Fengdu Netherworld Emperor reincarnated as the Third Young Master of the Huo Family, the Nine-tailed Fox Divine Monarch reincarnated as Xia Yunchen, and the ancient fierce beast Changyuan followed its master, lost in the Mortal World for nearly a thousand years.

Qiongqi, Taotie, Glutton, Chaos, and other ancient gods, including the old friends from her dreams that Qin Ruan had not seen, were all dragged by her to linger in the Mortal World.

What audacity she had, for even ancient gods undergoing trials did not display such grandiosity as she.

To what depths of callousness had she sunk, to still have the face to entangle others.

Qin Ruan’s lips twisted into a self-deprecating smile, her face expressionless as she pulled her nightgown closed, the soft fabric covering the black mandala flower brand on her shoulder.

She wore an indifferent, merciless expression, but only when her gaze fell upon the person in the bed did it regain a hint of warmth.