Chapter 122: Could It Be That She's Giving Birth to a Little Sister?

The events of those years, perhaps not well known to ordinary commoners, had long spread among the nobility of Xiliang City.

"Everyone says she is a fickle woman, improper, but who knows she is actually also a victim." Ye Qingran said this, giving a self‑mocking laugh.

In the memories she inherited from the original host, there is no information whatsoever about that man.

All she knows is that the child was conceived in a single night.

"Besides others not believing, which would be forgivable, even her birth father didn't believe, and together with outsiders he scolded her for disgracing the family, throwing away all its face. Afterwards, to prevent family scandal from leaking out, the family's reputation suffered, and they further placed her under house arrest in the manor, ignoring her. Although she doesn't know who her birth father is, after all it is her own flesh and blood; even in utter despair she never entertained the idea of aborting the child. Thus she passed a period of time like this, just when she thought she would spend her whole life this way…"

Ye Qingran paused, the corner of her mouth curling into a sarcastic arc, "Her sister, together with outsiders, lured her here, ruined her appearance, cut open her abdomen to take the child, dug out her spiritual root, and pushed her off a cliff…"

Her voice grew colder word by word, like hailstones falling to the ground.

Wuhen's pupils trembled violently.

He stared at Ye Qingran with an incredulous gaze, his heart already shaken to the utmost.

Ruining her appearance, cutting open her abdomen to take the child, digging out her spiritual root, pushing her off a cliff…

She actually endured so much suffering?!

He wanted to comfort her, but didn't know where to begin.

Wuhen involuntarily reached out his hand, going around Ye Qingran's back, slowly, intending to pull her into his embrace.

"Do you think she is rather pitiful?"

Ye Qingran suddenly turned her face to look at Wuhen, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Wuhen said nothing, just stared at her deeply, his hand frozen.

"May I borrow your shoulder for a moment?"

Ye Qingran lowered her eyes, full of expectation. Those shoulders were broad and strong, seeming especially secure.

Wuhen startled, almost imperceptibly nodded, and shifted his shoulder toward her.

Ye Qingran smiled, then drew near Wuhen, slowly lowering her head to rest on his broad shoulder.

From the cheek resting on his shoulder came a faint warmth of his, not hot, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

His shoulder truly felt more secure than imagined, as if simply leaning there would henceforth shield her from wind and rain.

His scent was also pleasant, a faint aroma of pine wood.

Ye Qingran involuntarily closed her eyes.

Wuhen lowered his gaze to look at the woman's tranquil profile, and in his distant eyes a hint of indulgence rose.

At this moment he couldn't help thinking, if time could freeze here and become eternal, that would not be bad.

Starlight glittered, moonlight shone bright. On Soul-breaking Abyss, it was no longer the grim bloodshed of five years ago, but flowed with a faint warmth, as if carrying a hint of tranquil years.

The woman leaning on the man's shoulder, viewed from afar, their silhouettes tranquil and beautiful, like a painting, stunning the passage of time.

When Ye Qingran opened her eyes again, her beautiful pupils were clear as washed, seeming to have been elevated.

She gave a light smile, "Actually, I don't need to say it; you must have guessed that person is me, right?"

Wuhen pressed his lips, "Hmm."

Suddenly thinking of something, a flash of brilliance swiftly crossed the depths of his eyes.

Fu Qianchen was also sent five years ago to the Summit of Contending for Supremacy, and he too was born in Xiliang City, so perhaps…

However, because back then he loathed that woman with intense hatred, even if the child was sent to him he had no interest in inquiring further, only wanting to find that woman and kill her quickly.

Therefore, regarding the details of those events, he actually knows very little.

However, even such scant information is enough to make his heart pound like a drum.

Could it be…

Ye Qingran is, the mother of the child?

The moment this thought arose, Wuhen involuntarily tensed all over.

But then, Ye Qingran spoke softly.

"Simply put, I have finally found my child."

As she said this, the corner of her mouth slowly curved into a faint arc.

Although the results of the bloodline detection have not yet come out, this period of getting along with Xiao Hu has made her ever more convinced that she and Xiao Hu are mother and son!

Ye Qingran's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Wuhen's head; the faintly sprouting idea was nipped in the bud.

If Ye Qingran's child were found, that would mean Fu Qianchen is not Ye Qingran's son, and naturally it would mean his earlier speculation was wrong.

Indeed, perhaps his idea was too beautiful, too unrealistic.

Yes, in the vast sea of people, how could there be so many coincidences?

Thinking thus, a deep sense of loss lingered in Wuhen's heart.

After a long while, he asked softly, "Has the child been found? Is it Xiao Hu?"

Ye Qingran lifted her head from his shoulder, raising her eyebrows at him, "How do you know it's Xiao Hu? Outside, everyone says Xiao Hu is the National Master's child."

Wuhen pressed his lips and explained, "You and Xiao Hu bear some resemblance."

Ye Qingran slowly nodded; indeed many have said she resembles Xiao Hu. It seems only she herself, as the party involved, is blind to it.

"Has it been confirmed yet?"

Wuhen is still not resigned.

"We are doing the bloodline detection; the results will come out soon." Speaking of this, Ye Qingran's brows and eyes were all animated.

At that moment, Wuhen actually selfishly hoped that Xiao Hu was not born of Ye Qingran, which would mean…

This is too crazy!

Six years ago…

Although he indeed had a relationship with that woman in Xiliang City, he cannot recall her appearance at all. The scene of that night is like fleeting light, obscured by a vast mist, indistinct.

He only vaguely remembers that the woman, on his injured body, rode wildly, emitting bursts of wanton panting…

Ye Qingran didn't know what Wuhen was thinking; looking at his ordinary appearance, but in her mind appeared the bewitching visage of the National Master.

"Wuhen, I think you resemble someone somewhat."

"Although you are not as good-looking as him, your personality is better. That person has a fickle temperament, totally a yandere type; even if their appearance is peerless and their demeanor excellent, it still makes people dare not get close."

"Fickle temperament? Yandere attribute?"

Wuhen gritted his teeth, seething with anger.

"You little Ye Qingran, daring to badmouth me behind my back!"

"However, your cold personality is somewhat better than that person's. You always have an unapproachable cold demeanor; I worry about you—how will you ever find a wife?"

"Wuhen: ……"

……

Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen woke up after a short sleep, felt beside them and found Ye Qingran missing; both awoke almost simultaneously, sat up, looked around, but saw no trace of Ye Qingran.

Thus the two rubbed their sleepy eyes, crawled out of the tent, and followed their intuition toward the Soul-Ending Abyss.

As they walked, they soon saw the backs of Ye Qingran and Wuhen.

Ye Qingran rested her head on Wuhen's shoulder; Wuhen's hand seemed to want to embrace Ye Qingran, but he hesitated, frozen mid-air.

"What are they doing?"

Mo Xiaohu asked doubtfully.

Fu Qianchen shook his head, then suddenly thought of something: "Could it be that they're having a little sister?"