Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1222: Third Master’s Tenderness, Deliberately Protective

Chapter 1222: Chapter 1222: Third Master’s Tenderness, Deliberately Protective

Huo Sangye’s sudden death caught everyone off guard and filled hearts with sighs of lamentation.

His funeral was modestly arranged, with members from all the major families in Capital City showing up with faces of grief to offer their condolences.

No one knew that the coffin placed in the center of the hall during the funeral was empty.

The most controversial aspect was that after his death, Huo Sangye was not buried in the Huo Family ancestral graveyard but was instead interred at the Wanbao Mountain cemetery.

Wanbao Mountain was all too familiar to Qin Ruan.

It was where she and her child had been buried in her previous life, their final resting place.

The moment Qin Ruan learned that Huo Yirong had arranged Huo Sangye’s burial site, she finally understood why their family had not been buried in the Huo Family’s ancestral cemetery in her previous life.

Because they were outsiders in this world, merely passing through, whether in the Pei Family or the Qin Family, their origin was above the nine heavens.

The day Huo Sangye’s beloved grandson passed away, the old patriarch collapsed and never got up again.

The elderly man had been ill before, and after collapsing this time, he woke up not recognizing anyone, diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease.

For the next two months, a heavy atmosphere pervaded the Pei Family’s old mansion.

That evening, after Qin Ruan had put Anuan to sleep and just stepped out of the nursery, she bumped into Huo Zhi, who was hurrying towards her with an urgent expression.

From her, Qin Ruan learned that the old patriarch’s condition was critical!

That night, the elderly man fumbled with his clothes, blindly groped for his bed, all while appearing mentally unclear.

Until the moment his eyes tightly closed, he was still calling out Huo Sangye’s childhood name.

The old patriarch was still thinking of Huo Sangye until his death.

It was uncertain if he saw something, but just before closing his eyes, a shallow, relieved smile curved upon his pale lips.

Those who were in the room let their tears fall freely the instant the old patriarch closed his eyes.

Only Qin Ruan stood at a corner, expressionless and dispirited, her eyes fixed intently on a certain spot.

Since Huo Sangye’s death, her soul seemed to have left her body, turning her spiritless as if she were a walking corpse.

At the moment the old man’s demeanor seemed off, her hollow eyes sparked with surprise.

Ming Tianheng had actually come to escort the old patriarch himself.

The old man had just passed away, his soul not yet settled, and his consciousness was scattered. Unaware, he was unknowingly led by Ming Tianheng using Puppet techniques, docilely allowing himself to be taken to the Netherworld.

Qin Ruan, seeing Ming Tianheng disregarding her presence, swiftly followed them, trapping both the god and the puppet with a force comparable to the Emperor’s Nether Power.

Ming Tianheng knew, upon encountering Qin Ruan, that she would not let things end easily.

He sighed deeply with his back to Qin Ruan, and when he turned around, his face was stern.

He said gravely, "Miss, the Netherworld is in chaos now, and countless Puppet Monsters are about to swarm out. Please stop making things difficult for me; I still need to go provide support as time is tight and the task is urgent!"

Qin Ruan, ignoring the eerie stares from the Huo family around her, stepped forward to face Ming Tianheng.

She asked bluntly, "What about Huo Sangye? Even if his soul has returned, he should be free to roam among the six realms. Is he truly so ruthless that he does not wish to see us, his family, ever again in this lifetime?"

Ming Tianheng thought to himself that the Emperor would love to come up, but he was constrained in the Netherworld.

His face remained composed, not daring to reveal anything, and his tone became even more respectful, "Empress, the grievances and grudges at hand are calamities from a thousand years ago. To reunite your divine spirit and to help you cross the life and death calamity, the Emperor has taken up numerous burdens. Please, be kind and give him a few days of relief."

Upon reflection, this conversation subtly revealed some information to Qin Ruan.

If the other party was clear-headed enough, they must have understood that the Emperor was currently dealing with the repercussions of initiating time reversal a millennium ago.

The boundary between the Netherworld and the Mortal World was gradually weakening, a direct consequence of activating the time rewind a thousand years prior.

For so many years, the Emperor lingered in the mortal coil, descending as a god to suppress the Puppet Monsters, even a mere leak of his Divine Power was enough to make numerous Demons and Puppet Monsters steer clear.

A millennium was too long; if the ruler of Feidu City did not return to his position soon, the Evil Puppets that had been enduring nearly a thousand years might erupt.

The recently restored Emperor, with his unstable Divine Power during his recovery period, could not afford to delay even for a moment, leading the gods of the Netherworld to the Netherworld Prison to suppress the Evil Puppets.

Qin Ruan, of course, was not foolish; being a member of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan of Tu Mountain, she had a fair understanding of many matters of the Netherworld.

Huo Yirong had once told her that there was no such thing as resurrection in this world, as it defied the laws of Heavenly Dao.

Her ability to reunite her spirit and stand here safely, relied on the time reversal ability, which only the Emperor of Feidu could activate.

Such a significant act of reversing time, linked directly to the lives of beings across all six realms, one misstep and the Emperor could fall into perpetual doom.

Yirong’s haste in leaving the Mortal World, was surely to clean up the mess she had left behind.

The despair in Qin Ruan’s eyes faded, replaced by intense heartache and bitterness.

The Emperor had deceived her again, claiming he wanted her to endure a century of solitude, clearly because he feared she would learn the entire truth and worry.

One day in the Netherworld equaled one year in the Mortal World.

According to the time calculation between the two realms, the two or three months in the Netherworld equated to her wandering the Mortal World for seventeen to eighty years.

The Emperor of Feidu, returning to his position after a millennium, could hardly suppress the numerous Evil Puppets of Purgatory in just two or three months.

Having had the fortune to temper her spirit in Purgatory, she knew the ugly faces of those Evil Puppets, aware of their cunning and greed.

Qin Ruan’s already sorrowful mood, burdened by Yirong’s concealment and his final act of kindness, grew even heavier.

Why was her Yirong so gentle, always considering everything for her?

It was her fault, yet he couldn’t bear to hurt her at all.

He had spoken of punishing her to teach her a lesson, yet it turned out to be a meticulously planned protection.

The catastrophe of Purgatory’s chaos in the Netherworld, lasting over a century, and here she was in the Mortal World, living carefreely and even resenting Yirong, calling him heartless.

In those muddled two months, Qin Ruan, apart from missing Yirong daily, also reflected on herself.

When one begins to doubt whether something is right or wrong, from the moment that doubt starts, the matter tends to lean towards being wrong.

A thousand years later, Qin Ruan once again experienced the taste of heartache and regret.

She was wrong again.

She thought Yirong was heartless, but in truth, he was the one who couldn’t bear to be harsh on her.

Qin Ruan released the golden Nether Power entwined around Ming Tianheng, her pale face revealing a frail smile.

She whispered softly, "I will live well, let the Emperor wait for me. It’s only a century, when I return to my position and see him, he will owe me an eternity."

At that time, the Evil Puppets of the Feidu City Purgatory probably hadn’t been completely suppressed yet; the barrier of Purgatory would need the Emperor a hundred years to repair.

Then, she would stand beside the Emperor as Princess Aruan of the Fox Clan, aiding him with the power of the Divine Clan.

Feidu City, where she fell a millennium ago, would also be the place where she would rise again; she would defy the gods of all six realms, letting everyone see that the Emperor’s efforts were not in vain.