Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 950: Emperor, your heart is empty, how should I treat you?

Chapter 950: Chapter 950: Emperor, your heart is empty, how should I treat you?

Nangong Chang’s aggressive approach, combined with the silence of the Underworld King and Chu Zifeng, aroused suspicion in Qin Ruan’s heart.

She connected the information she had received that evening, trying to discern something from it.

Suddenly, Qin Ruan’s vision went dark.

The scene shifted, and she found herself in a dim, oppressive space, feeling a sagging pain in her abdomen.

Before her were thousands of Yin Soldiers in formation; their powerful aura was overwhelming.

Qin Ruan, watched by a pair of cold, deep eyes, felt the air was filled with black evil Qi, saturated with killing intent and anger.

Among the dense Yin Soldiers, she saw the third master’s tall, jade-like figure.

His handsome face was covered in frost, his once familiar gentle eyes now revealed ruthlessness, his gaze coldly fixed on her.

Qin Ruan’s heart was in excruciating pain, and the tearing pain attacking her abdomen and heart made her cry out involuntarily.

"Third master—"

It was this cry of "third master" that caught the attention of the Underworld King and Chu Zifeng.

They turned back, only to see Qin Ruan trembling all over, with crimson bloodlight swirling in her fox eyes, her delicate face contorted in agony and pain.

"Qin Ruan!"

"Oh no!"

The Underworld King and Chu Zifeng spoke at the same time, leaping in front of Qin Ruan.

Seeing this, Nangong Chang’s face also showed a bit of urgency.

He was an ancient dragon and Qin Ruan was of the ancient Fox Clan; both were ancient divine beasts, so naturally, he did not want anything bad to happen to Qin Ruan.

Chu Zifeng touched Qin Ruan’s forehead with his fingertip, demanding of the Underworld King, "What’s going on? Has her memory been unsealed so soon?"

The Underworld King’s face was tense; a bright red mole on his nose was striking, his eyes bearing a solemn look, "It shouldn’t be the restoration of memory. Her obsession is too deep; memories branded on her soul cannot be sealed."

Chu Zifeng entered Qin Ruan’s consciousness and saw the scene from years ago when she confronted the master in the Netherworld.

He pursed his lips, speaking gravely, "It’s the memory of her break with the master, what do we do now?"

Nangong Chang, anxious on the side, shouted furiously, "What else can we do, hurry up and seal her memory!"

He didn’t know what exactly had happened back then, only that Tu Mountain’s Fox Clan Aruan and the Netherworld’s Fengdu Great Emperor had loved and fought, only to turn into enemies in the end.

That Qin Ruan could still preserve her spirit, whether intentionally or unintentionally by the Fengdu Great Emperor, he didn’t want to act as the executioner erasing his own kind.

Chu Zifeng glanced at the Underworld King, who nodded to him.

A dark Token, controlled by Chu Zifeng’s consciousness, flew out from his white garments and floated in the lightless void.

A fierce wind rose between heaven and earth; the cold evil Qi quickly enveloped their space.

In Qin Ruan’s consciousness, she saw the cold-faced third master slowly speak to her.

"Aruan, is your brother still using my heart well?"

In unbearable pain, almost wishing to faint, Qin Ruan did not understand but just wanted to know his identity.

Ignoring his icy aura, she endured the pain, gritting her teeth and asked, "Third master, are you truly the Northern Yin Monarch of Fengdu?"

The third master, as if he hadn’t heard her, his beautiful and delicate face exceptionally indifferent, his cold and merciless eyes fixed on her, "Our child is gone, my heart is gone, what more do you want?"

His voice was like crying blood, trembling as he asked, stirring a mysterious heartache.

Qin Ruan met the fleeting pain in the third master’s eyes, her heart slightly stung, and her breath became chaotic in that instant.

The man before her clearly showed a ruthless demeanor; his gaze like a sharp blade swept across her face; they seemed like mortal enemies who couldn’t coexist.

Yet Qin Ruan felt his sadness, mourning, and despair.

She could not bother confirming his identity, just feeling an immense heartache, nearly unable to stop her tears from falling.

The third master hoarsely questioned, "Aruan, what more do you want?"

He quietly watched Qin Ruan, his face color sorrowful, ripples in his eyes spreading loneliness and sadness.

Qin Ruan raised her hand to her chest, trying to soothe her heart, which felt as if pierced by a thousand swords, controlling an overwhelming grief.

Her lips moved, but she could not speak a word.

"My heart is empty, how should I treat you?"

Familiar melancholic sighs reached Qin Ruan’s ears, a wave of sadness surged in her heart, and her chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Her eyes tightened, and tears finally slid down her cheeks.

If the third master were truly here, he would have already been holding Qin Ruan, whispering reassurances, wishing he could give her his life just to see her smile.

Qin Ruan cried, her tears flowing like a flood from her eyes.

She cried grievously, overwhelmed with sorrow.

Tears blurred her vision; Qin Ruan barely saw the third master, watching her with a compassionate gaze.

"Qin Ruan!"

Suddenly, a deafening call sounded.

The voice seemed to travel through a millennium, originating from a distant edge.

Qin Ruan, with tears clouding her eyes, looked towards the voice, only to see desolate lands blocking her view with odd and bizarre peaks.

Turning back, the third master and the thousands of Yin Soldiers had already vanished.

Her face turned pale, she clenched her fists, and stumbled a few steps forward, only to be stopped by an invisible barrier.

"Third master, third master!!"

Qin Ruan’s eyes flashed with panic, her lips trembling slightly, as she kept calling out to him.

She no longer remembered why she came here, only wanting to find that man engulfed in sorrow and despair, to understand what exactly had happened between them.

"Qin Ruan!"

A louder call than before resounded, thunderous, carrying a hint of familiarity.

Qin Ruan raised her eyelids, revealing bloodshot eyes, her gaze bloodthirsty as she focused on the direction of the sound.

"Who is it, who is it really?!"

The person who shouted in anger wouldn’t have disappeared if it weren’t for that Third Master, and her inner fury burned ever fiercer.

"Qin Ruan, it’s time for you to leave!"

The voice sounded again, carrying a stern warning.

A flash of indignation crossed Qin Ruan’s eyes, and her voice was hoarse, "Who are you exactly?"

An unusual breeze struck from behind, and she quickly turned around to see a face with celestial features entering her sight.

The sudden appearance belonged to none other than the Ghost Emperor of the East—Chu Zifeng.

The next second, she was knocked out of consciousness by a palm strike from him.

In reality, the tears on Qin Ruan’s face abruptly stopped.

She blinked, looking bewildered as she peered at the Underworld King and Chu Zifeng close in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

A coolness touched her forehead, and Qin Ruan reached up to feel it.

Chu Zifeng, who had been holding a dark token to her forehead, quickly withdrew his hand.

This way, the token merely brushed past Qin Ruan’s hand.

Chu Zifeng looked at the token in his hand with lingering fear in his heart and said in a low voice, "It’s alright, you were caught in an illusion crafted by Nangong Chang."

Suddenly being labeled unjustly, Nangong Chang was displeased, "Hey, I’m still here. You’re saying this while I’m here..."

The Underworld King suddenly turned around, his pitch-black eyes without a trace of white, staring intensely at Nangong Chang.

The threat in his eyes was self-evident.

Nangong Chang stopped speaking but defiantly met the Underworld King’s threatening and indignant gaze.

He retorted provocatively, "What now? You’re allowed to do it, but I’m not allowed to talk about it?"

The Underworld King’s lips curled into a smile, the smile sharp and cold, "Do you still want the dragon whelp?"

Remembering the dragon whelp was still in the Netherworld, Nangong Chang instinctively raised his hands and had to admit defeat, "Alright, alright... it’s all my fault, mine not yours!"

Qin Ruan didn’t remember what Nangong Chang had told her before, and when she saw him, her face showed a shocked expression.

She blinked disbelievingly, thinking she was seeing things.

Blinking frequently made her eyes slightly sting.

Qin Ruan raised her hand to touch her face, felt the tears all over, and asked in confusion, "Why am I crying?"

The Underworld King responded indifferently, "Before his downfall at the hands of the Huo Family, Nangong Chang was discontent, so he targeted you to get even, crafting that illusion just now. It’s fine now."

Qin Ruan’s fine eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Why is Nangong Chang still alive?"

"He’s from the ancient dragon clan, immortal and ageless, unless the Heavenly Dao denies him, or he fails the life-or-death trials, he will not perish."

With the explanation from the Underworld King, Qin Ruan’s mind struggled to keep up, feeling as if she had forgotten something.

Her expression was restrained and calm, a trace of suspicion flickering in her eyes.

"Madam Third Master, why are you still here?"

He Mingjin came out from the villa and saw Qin Ruan standing in the courtyard with a frown, not knowing what she was thinking about, and he called out to her.

The Underworld King, Chu Zifeng, and Nangong Chang all directed their cold gazes at the person who spoke out.

He Mingjin, unable to see their presence, passed through the Underworld King and approached Qin Ruan.

A sudden shiver ran through his body, the chill piercing to the bone.

He Mingjin shivered but paid it no heed.

Not receiving a response from Qin Ruan, he called out again, "Madam Third Master?"

Qin Ruan looked up, her eyes reddening as she glanced at him and said coldly, "It’s nothing, I’m leaving now."

He Mingjin sensed something amiss in the atmosphere but couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong.

Huo Zhi, who had been leaning against the front of a car, now moved.

She stiffly turned her neck, and upon seeing Qin Ruan, a hint of lively emotion appeared in her lifeless eyes.

Huo Zhi quickly walked up to Qin Ruan’s side, opened the car door, and said respectfully, "Madam, it’s time to go home."

Qin Ruan’s gaze flicked towards the Underworld King, Chu Zifeng, and Nangong Chang, feeling something odd at the back of her mind.

She slightly lowered her eyelids, hiding the contemplative glimmer that surfaced in her eyes.

Something was very off about tonight!

Huo Zhi spoke again, "Madam, it’s time to go home."

Qin Ruan hummed in acknowledgment and got into the car.

He Mingjin stepped forward to break the awkward silence, "Take care, Madam Third Master."

Qin Ruan, sitting in the car, cast a tranquil gaze beyond the man standing outside, looking towards the ancient Divine Beast and Netherworld deities behind him, and murmured softly, "You should leave this place soon too."

He Mingjin, being particularly sensitive at the moment, thought from her words that there was something unclean about the villa behind him.

He clenched his sleeve, trying to calm his fear, nodded with a smile and said, "I’m leaving right now."

After the Huo Family’s convoy drove away, He Mingjin didn’t linger either and hurriedly got into his car to leave.

In the tranquil courtyard bathed in streetlight, only Nangong Chang, the Underworld King, and Chu Zifeng remained.

The air around them was filled with a bone-deep chill due to their presence.

Nangong Chang asked eagerly, "When will you return my dragon whelp?"

The Underworld King showed a cold smile, his words clenched through his teeth, "His Majesty suffered severe injuries because of your fault this time. We will settle the score with you later on!"

With those words, he and Chu Zifeng disappeared from the spot.

Nangong Chang was stunned, taking a long time to snap back to reality.

His eyes blazed with fury as he cursed, "Damn! You played me!"

The irate dragon raged online, alas, unseen by anyone.