Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1228: Blood Clan’s Treasured Artifact, A Thousand-Year Layout Beyond Just the Emperor

Chapter 1228: Chapter 1228: Blood Clan’s Treasured Artifact, A Thousand-Year Layout Beyond Just the Emperor

The finely dressed man turned tenderly to the woman beside him, her belly five or six months swollen, and she playfully scolded, "I’m not that fragile, the baby is fine in here."

Neither of them noticed that when the man began to speak, a beauty not far off stared directly at them, although blind, she still recognized the familiar voice.

It was the young Master Huo whom she had searched for over a decade, reincarnating as a human, paying the price of her eyesight, just to meet him again, yet never expecting everything had irrevocably changed.

The finely dressed man nodded to the enchanting woman and instructed his attendant to step aside, allowing the debauched gentry to pass.

After the party had left, he quietly instructed the youth who stepped forward first, "Follow them, find out which mansion they’ve entered, and try to rescue the person."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The attendant bowed to take the command.

The beauty, heavily restrained by the profligate’s thugs, no longer resisted fiercely. She appeared disheartened, lifelessly, as if everything around her was disconnected.

Her Master Huo had taken a new wife, they even had a child.

Her Master could no longer keep her.

She was a step too late.

The realization sunk in, and life itself became a burden to the beauty.

Just then, a thunderous roar came from above.

In the clear sky, thunder rolled ominously.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt as thick as an arm fiercely struck the beauty.

The finely dressed man, walking in the opposite direction from the debauched party, paused in his steps.

The beautiful woman at his side turned, puzzled, "Sixth brother, what’s wrong?"

The sixth prince of the Royal Family, grasping his chest, turned pale and in pain, said, "I feel a heartache."

The woman stepped forward, supporting his arm, worryingly said, "Why the sudden pain? Let’s return to the Palace and have the Imperial Medical Institute check you."

"Alright—" The sixth prince felt an emptiness within, as if someone had cruelly carved a piece of flesh from his heart.

In the distance, the beauty struck by lightning lay charred on the street, attracting the attention of the surrounding populace.

The profligate youth, furious, exclaimed, "Damn it, this is bad luck, I didn’t even touch her, how could she be struck dead by lightning!"

He circled the beauty reluctantly and told his men, "Let’s go! Check out the beauty in the next street."

They left the beauty’s burnt body on the street without a trace of guilt and swaggered off.

The young man sent by the sixth prince approached the severely burnt beauty who could no longer be recognized as once strikingly beautiful.

He hesitated but eventually picked up her body and left.

Late at night, inside the Palace.

The young man dressed in palace guard attire knelt before the sixth prince’s bed, quietly reporting the day’s events.

The sixth prince, with a cold and low voice tinged with uncertainty, asked, "She died just like that?"

The guard bowed, "Reply to Your Highness, the girl did indeed die. I couldn’t bear it, so I buried her outside the city in a forest."

The pain in the sixth prince’s heart resumed, his hand on his chest, thinking that the forest outside the city is such a remote place; he wondered if the beauty would feel lonely.

He took a deep breath and sternly asked, "Did you find out which family that brute is from?"

The guard replied, "He’s the legitimate son of the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard."

Half a year later.

The Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard was found to be corrupt, treasonous, and selling official titles. The Saint issued an Imperial Decree, connecting all his kin—men, women, elderly, and children were to be executed immediately.

Upon the issuance of the Imperial Decree, the Imperial Guards marched directly to the Deputy Commander’s mansion.

On that day, at the East City market, over a hundred heads fell, blood flowed into rivers, and the scene was unspeakably brutal and horrifying.

At the moment of the last execution, the sixth prince in the Palace forever closed his eyes.

For the past six months, plagued by heart disease, he had been physically and mentally exhausted. Mustering his last breath, he laid all plans to overthrow the power of the Deputy Commander of the Guard, only then could he embark on his final journey in peace.

Upon their first encounter, it took him almost half a year to realize it was love at first sight.

If he could go back to that day, he would never consider the political situation at court and would instead rescue the beauty without hesitation.

The third lifetime.

Today, the young master of the Huo Family from Fu Lin Inn was to marry Aruan, the orphan girl from the neighboring Rouge Shop.

The two met last year during the Lantern Festival, instantly hit it off with mutual affection, and immediately began preparations for their marriage.

After six months, they were finally together.

The sounds of drums and gongs filled the street, on this joyous and bustling wedding day, and the surrounding neighbors unreservedly came forward to ask for coins.

Sitting atop his horse in the wedding procession, the young master Huo had his servants scatter coins to the roadside, bowing and giving thanks to all who congratulated him.

The Huo Family’s wedding procession reached the Rouge Shop, picked up the bride, went through all the rites, and headed back home with the crowd.

Late at night, in the bridal chamber.

Young master Huo supported a drunken Aruan, making her lean comfortably in his arms, and he removed her cumbersome, burdensome wedding attire piece by piece beside the bed.

He hadn’t expected Aruan to be such a lightweight; just the ceremonial exchange of nuptial cups had made her soft and weak.

Finally managing to get her to the bed for rest, Aruan suddenly flipped over, mounting young master Huo. She embraced him, whispering about their past, and when she reached the end, she clamorously demanded the consummation of their marriage.

Young master Huo initially soothed her gently until Aruan started pulling at his bright red wedding attire. Master Huo’s handsome eyes darkened slightly.

He no longer stopped Aruan’s antics, letting her tear away randomly.

Wearing only his undergarments, young master Huo suddenly reached out and gently pinched Aruan’s delicate chin, saying in a deep voice, "Aruan, don’t cry later."

The vibrant red silk canopy was slowly drawn closed.

In the quiet room, the joyful dragon and phoenix candles burned fiercely, filling the air with an ambiguous aura that quickened the heartbeat.

In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.

Aruan was found to have a joyful pulse; she was pregnant.

Before the family could fully process this good news, the court began conscripting soldiers, and young master Huo could not avoid it—no amount of silver could prevent him from going to the battlefield.

Aruan, heart full of reluctance, cried as she sent young master Huo off to the war.

She could never rest easy at home, fearing every day for his safety.

Finally, six months later, she received word from the border.

However, master Huo had died in battle, not even leaving a whole corpse.

Upon hearing the tragic news, Aruan fainted and went into premature labor.

After laboring for three days and three nights in the room, Aruan eventually died along with the child in her womb, her soul following young master Huo to the Underworld.

The fourth lifetime, this time Aruan met the Emperor again, but due to the obstruction of the Heavenly Dao, they were still unable to be together.

After master Huo’s death, the soul-crushed Aruan recalled their past lifetimes. She felt an invisible force targeting her, the malicious intent from each lifetime preventing her love with master Huo from being fulfilled, causing an unbearable pain.

At that time, Aruan met someone.

Fan Hangyi, a vampire who had lived for who knows how long.

He claimed to know about her past three lifetimes and also knew that she had been separated from her beloved in each life by death.

Fan Hangyi said he could help Aruan and took out a treasure of the Blood Clan—a fist-sized, transparent bead with faint bloodlines, capable of absorbing invisible energies from the world.

The bloodlines in the bead were the unresolved grievances and resentments released from within Aruan at her death in each past life.

Fan Hangyi told Aruan that one day, she would need this negative energy, and he would seek her out life after life, collecting the resentful energy from her unfulfilled love.

The condition was, she had to help him with a matter.

In each subsequent life, Fan Hangyi quietly observed their tragic fates from unseen places and collected her soaring resentment at the time of her death.

Over time, the originally transparent bead had turned into the current Blood Bead.