Chapter 262: with translation of chapter title

The two children who have always been by Ye Qingran's side—hasn't the National Master already acknowledged them? Are they all his children?

Amid the shocked expressions of the crowd, Ling Qingwu felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

"That one called Mo Xiaohu—you got pregnant with him six years ago from your affair with that Wild Man, right?"

Ling Qingwu asked with a smile.

The crowd stared in shock at Ye Qingran.

They had all, more or less, heard the rumors about Ye Qingran's affair with that Wild Man six years ago, but they had never heard that she had given birth to that man's child.

Could it be that the child who doesn't resemble the National Master is really not his?

"My dear sister, just admit it. Five years ago, when you gave birth, I was there too, wasn't I?" Ye Huanhuan stepped forward a few steps, half-smiling, her eyes full of mockery.

Not only others, but even Xia Zhimeng and Gu Dongliu, who knew a bit of the secret, had their hearts fiercely stirred by this truth.

Mo Xiaohu, is he really Ye Qingran's child?

"But National Master, why would you acknowledge that all the children are yours?"

Someone asked.

Ye Huanhuan answered without hesitation: "Of course it's because my sister, with her peerless beauty, has made the National Master kneel at her pomegranate skirt!"

Upon hearing this answer, the crowd also thought it quite plausible. They had previously heard rumors that the National Master had feelings for Ye Qingran. It wouldn't be impossible for him to claim the children were his to protect Ye Qingran's reputation.

Thus, gazes fell upon Ye Qingran one after another, awaiting her final confirmation.

Faced with countless gazes, Ye Qingran steadied her wavering form, gave a faint smile, and frankly admitted: "You're right—Mo Xiaohu is my child, unrelated to the National Master. His father is also that man from six years ago."

A single stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"Ye Qingran hid it well—if it weren't for Ling Qingwu, we might never have learned the truth."

"The child's father is said to be a country bumpkin—is that true or false?"

"Ye Qingran already had a hard time marrying because of what happened six years ago; now that she even has a child, she'll surely never marry."

……

"Who says she can't marry?"

A low, deep voice exploded, reaching everyone's ears.

In the next instant, a figure descended, came to Ye Qingran's side, and embraced her.

Looking at her blood-soaked body, Fu Hanxiu's whole being was wrapped in frenzied killing intent.

He looked at her, his gaze lingering—a single glance spanning ten thousand years.

"As long as she is willing to marry, this sovereign will gladly take her as his wife!"

His voice was magnetic and overbearing, like a vow.

The crowd gazed at that towering figure, resembling a demon god, and secretly felt their hearts tremble.

It seems the National Master has truly fallen deeply in love with Ye Qingran!

Fu Hanxiu endured the overwhelming killing intent, channeling Mysterious Force into Ye Qingran's body until she eased a little, then whispered in her ear: "Sorry, I came late."

He, having become a Fallen Mortal, arrived late, letting her suffer so much torment!

He felt heartbroken and blamed himself.

In the next instant, his gaze fell upon Ling Qingwu, as if looking at a corpse.

Ye Qingran sensed the overwhelming killing intent surrounding him, and hurriedly urged him: "Don't act rashly—Xiao Hu is still in their hands!" She feared the National Master would go berserk and instantly kill Ling Qingwu.

Fu Hanxiu shook his head at her: "Rest assured, I know my limits."

Ling Qingwu stared at the scene of Fu Hanxiu embracing Ye Qingran, her heart and eyes filled with intense jealousy.

This perfect man disdains her, yet treats Ye Qingran with such tenderness—what does Ye Qingran have to deserve it?

Fu Hanxiu wrapped his arms around Ye Qingran, lifted her horizontally, and walked toward Ling Qingwu.

"Release that child, or else the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect will vanish from this world!"

Ling Qingwu first froze, then smirked dismissively.

Make the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect disappear?

Even if he is from Xi Ji, he couldn't possibly do that, right?

Of course, except for the Emperor Sovereign at the pinnacle of the Zhu Lu.

Ling Qingwu naturally could not believe the National Master possessed such power.

So she didn't take it to heart.

"Releasing that child would also be fine." Ling Qingwu scanned Fu Hanxiu's imposing figure from head to toe, a hard-to-describe yearning rising in her heart.

"Come with me upstairs."

Saying that, she led the way toward the stairs, confident that Ye Qingran and the National Master would follow.

Upon reaching a room on the third floor, Ye Qingran immediately smelled a strange odor.

It was an aphrodisiac used to enhance pleasure in bed.

As it turned out, Ling Qingwu had planned everything all along!

Ling Qingwu turned around, looked at Ye Qingran and Fu Hanxiu who had just entered, then flashed a charming smile and, in front of them both, removed her outer clothing.

The clothing underneath could barely be described as covering her body.

Full breasts, lifted buttocks—a fiery figure.

"National Master, as long as you spend the night with me, I'll release that child!" Ling Qingwu gazed at the National Master, her eyes brimming with obsession. Especially under the drug's influence, she felt she could wait no longer.

The man before her was so perfect—tall and sturdy, with long, strong legs; his features were all favored by creation, utterly flawless. Moreover, his bearing was like that of a born emperor, making one unable to resist submitting.

She longed to submit beneath him!

Ye Qingran looked at Ling Qingwu's lustful appearance and let out a mocking smile.

Who would have thought that the pure and spotless senior sister of the sword sect in public would be so wanton and lascivious in private?

But, don't all men like women like this?

She curiously looked toward the National Master.

Seeing his gaze fall on Ling Qingwu, her heart sank.

A nameless irritation welled up in her heart.

On one hand, she hoped the National Master would submit to Ling Qingwu, so Xiao Hu would be safe; on the other hand, she didn't want the National Master to be defiled by Ling Qingwu.

Fu Hanxiu glanced, and aside from a clear purity, there was only disgust in his eyes.

He only had those amorous thoughts when facing Ye Qingran.

"National Master, how's your consideration?" Ling Qingwu lightly bit her lip, struck a pose, and began to take off her already scant clothing…

Fu Hanxiu turned his head to look at Ye Qingran, seeing her brows tightly knit, he couldn't help but chuckle, whispering in her ear: "If it were you undressing like this, I would definitely lose control!"

Ye Qingran glared at him, not in the mood to joke with her right now.

Fu Hanxiu knew her heart and eyes were filled only with the child, and didn't say anything else; his icy gaze swept over, and he uttered three words: "Not at all!"

Ye Qingran let out a breath of relief, yet she felt more worry.

Ling Qingwu's expression changed; she decided to use a roundabout way to save the country, and said to Ye Qingran: "Ye Qingran, persuade the National Master—it's just sleeping once, for him it's no loss, and it could save your child; you won't lose out!"

Ye Qingran didn't think the National Master had this obligation; she still understood the principle of not imposing on others what you yourself do not desire.

Since the National Master couldn't sacrifice his lust, she also bluntly retorted: "With you like that, I'm afraid the National Master won't be able to get it up!"

Fu Hanxiu: "……"

It was quite unexpected, causing various colorful images to instantly flash in his mind.