Chapter 105: Do You Know You Were Wrong?

He looked terrifying, as if he might confront Nan Qinghuan at any moment, which made Youchao Xuan worry that Nan Qinghuan would be bullied; he stepped forward, shielding Nan Qinghuan behind him with a dissatisfied expression, "Ying, you cannot treat the Goddess that way."

"Get out of the way."

Ying, angry, flicked his hand and forcefully lifted Youchao Xuan; Youchao Xuan was nearly knocked to the ground by Ying's push.

Nan Qinghuan, worried about Youchao Xuan, shouted toward him, "Youchao Xuan…"

Seeing Nan Qinghuan speak up for Youchao Xuan, Ying grew even more furious, "Grab him."

Youchao Xuan tried to step forward to help Nan Qinghuan but was seized by Dashan; the perfectly arranged wedding was ruined by Nan Qinghuan, and Ying would not let her off.

Nan Qinghuan, however, was neither humble nor arrogant, stubbornly lifting her head to look at Ying; he was tall, she only reached his chest, yet her aura was no less.

"The appointed hour has passed; you won't be able to hold tonight's wedding."

She merely curled her lips in a smile; even if it cost her something else, she still didn't regret stopping the wedding. Shiva, seeing that the hour had passed, stepped forward to add fuel to the fire, "Ying, what are you waiting for? She ruined the couple's marriage; drive Nan Qinghuan out."

When those words were spoken, Acai hurried forward to help, "Ying, don't drive the Goddess away; she helped the tribe."

"Yes, Ying, don't chase Qinghuan away; she doesn't understand the rules, you…"

"Shut up."

Ying roared, glaring fiercely at Nan Qinghuan; suddenly he reached out and pinched her delicate chin, as if he could devour her, "Was I wrong?"

He only wanted her to admit fault, to make her understand that she shouldn't have ruined the wedding tonight.

Qinghuan's chin ached from the pinch, but she wasn't afraid of him; she pushed Ying away forcefully, "I'm not wrong. I know you won't understand, but I saved them today. If they stay together, we don't even know what their offspring would be. It's fine if you don't believe me; think about it—are the parents of those disabled children the result of close‑kin marriage? Do their parents share BloodRelation?"

Seeing the wedding ruined, she felt gratified; even if the whole tribe deeply misunderstood her, it didn't matter. She simply could not bear a brother‑sister marriage—it shattered her worldview!

When those words were spoken, Axi fell silent; after a moment's thought she seemed to find Nan Qinghuan's argument reasonable, "Ying, does it seem that Qinghuan is telling the truth?"

Ying knit his brows tightly, his gaze fixed on Nan Qinghuan; he was straining to suppress his own anger, fearing he might accidentally choke her.

"What the Goddess says is the will of the heavens; if she doesn't want them to marry, there must be a reason. Ying, have you forgotten? The Goddess has brought you many blessings—Salt, fragrant soft sweet potatoes, and the clothes we wear. She would never harm the tribe."

Youchao Xuan's words calmed the tribe somewhat; everyone glanced at the clothes they wore. "Indeed, how could Omu harm them?" Adong and Azi, the brother‑sister pair, exchanged a look; Azi then approached Nan Qinghuan, no longer complaining about being knocked out, "Omu, you say my brother and I cannot marry—will the children we bear be disabled?"

Nan Qinghuan saw Azi and for a moment didn't know what to say; she felt deeply hurt. The whole tribe could disbelieve her, but… Ying also didn't believe.

"Qinghuan, are you telling the truth?"

A Mu thought carefully about what she had said and found it reasonable; indeed, the parents of those disabled offspring share BloodRelation.

Nan Qinghuan let out a deep sigh, her gaze forlorn as she looked at Ying; Ying was likewise watching her. Their eyes met, and she no longer wanted to see him—realizing how painful it is to be untrusted.

"A Mu, I'm speaking the truth, but unfortunately Ying doesn't believe me."

She felt very down; even Youchao Xuan believed her words, yet her man didn't, and he still wanted to punish her.

Ying saw her despondent eyes; he had never seen Nan Qinghuan look that way. He felt a bit scared, fearing she would leave him. His mouth twitched as he was about to step forward to explain, but Shiva sneered, "Nan Qinghuan, stop lying to Ying here. You've eaten the sweet‑sour herb, yet you still think of Ying?"

When those words left Shiva's mouth, Ying flared up instantly, clenching his fists with a creaking snap. "What, she's secretly eating the sweet‑sour herb? No wonder her belly lacks his Bone Blood—so that's why…" He strode forward to Nan Qinghuan, suddenly reaching to pinch her shoulder gently, "Is what Shiva said true?"

He exuded a blood‑thirsty aura that kept others at bay; Nan Qinghuan only felt a slight pain where he pinched her shoulder. She gritted her teeth but managed a faint smile.

She smiled, yet he intended to destroy her.

"Yes, I ate the sweet‑sour herb because I don't want to bear your child."

Those words stirred a thousand waves; Ying suddenly lunged to strike her. Nan Qinghuan wasn't afraid to lift her face; her stubborn eyes showed no surrender. She sneered, "You'd better kill me, or else…"

"Ying, don't touch Qinghuan."

A Mu stepped forward to try to hold her son, but Ying suddenly threw a punch behind him; with a 'bang', the great tree shivered, and countless leaves fell.

His hand instantly bled profusely.

Nan Qinghuan tilted her head, bewildered; if that punch had landed on her, it would have taken half her life.

"All of you, get out."

When Ying gave that order, nobody dared linger; they scattered in a rush. Acai saw Ying's injured hand, grabbed a cloth to tend it, but Ying abruptly stood and shoved her away.

"Out."

He suddenly turned, seized Nan Qinghuan and hoisted her onto his shoulder. Startled, Nan Qinghuan, terrified of being carried away for the first time, struggled continuously, "Let me go, let go."

She kept struggling, but Ying suddenly tapped her back; in an instant, Nan Qinghuan fainted.

"Ying, spare the Goddess, consider this my plea."

Youchao Xuan suddenly knelt before him, fearing Ying would harm Nan Qinghuan, and kept kowtowing, "Spare her; she is the Goddess."

"Goddess?"

A cold smile curled at Ying's mouth; under the moonlight, his disheveled hair bathed in radiance, his dark eyes concealed a storm. He was clearly smiling, yet the smile was terrifying, and his words sent shivers through the heart.

"I will never let her go!"

"Never, ever."

Even though he knows she doesn't want to bear his offspring, even though he knows she isn't willing to stay by his side, he still will not let her go.

"Never ever!"

After uttering those words, he left with Nan Qinghuan. Her arms drooped helplessly, a cascade of dark hair spilling down, beautiful yet evoking endless pity.

The bleak moonlight bathed the entire Tribe in a hushed stillness; the once‑bustling wedding venue fell silent instantly, only the crackling of the Bonfire could be heard, along with scattered flowers and the wedding implements. Having missed the appointed hour, those items were now useless.

Acai, seeing Youchao Xuan's despondent state, gave a mournful smile, then walked to his side and sneered, "Youchao Xuan, a lone dweller of the Otherworld, you've been solitary for years and suddenly follow Nan Qinghuan—do you also like this female?"