Chapter 331: Feeling My Heartbeat Is About to Stop

Fu San laughed happily, "She, covered in injuries, ran to Your Majesty to complain that you made her that way, and even had to strip so my master could examine her wounds; his face turned black..."

Did Lin Xueyan have someone go to the National Master to accuse her?

What kind of move is this?

Ye Qingran was utterly confused.

"But Lin Xueyan is really funny; clearly my master already knew the truth, yet she still pretended to deceive him, inciting him to go after you!"

So Lin Xueyan went to the National Master to incite him to deal with her?

However, that sounds a bit odd.

"But rest assured, Lin Xueyan brought this on herself; my master ordered a severe punishment for her, and this time will surely take away most of her life!"

Fu San laughed while speaking with vigor.

"I see. But I have nothing to do with your master now; Lin Xueyan went to see him, what does that have to do with me?"

Fu San grew impatient.

Why is it not related?

After all, Wuhen is also the Your Majesty of his family!

"Miss Ye, rest assured, although Lin Xueyan keeps saying that the Deer‑Hunting Summit will cause you trouble, you need not worry."

Ye Qingran felt a chill in her heart.

What does Fu San mean by that?

Could it be that the National Master has some connection with the Deer‑Hunting Summit?

Or perhaps...

A thought flashed through her mind.

She involuntarily trembled her fingers under the table, lowered her eyes, and when she lifted them again she showed a self‑deprecating smile, "Why shouldn't I worry? The other side is the Deer‑Hunting Summit! I'm just a weak woman, with no strength to even bind a chicken, how could I possibly contend with the mighty Deer‑Hunting Summit?"

No strength to bind a chicken?

Fu San was bewildered.

Miss Ye, are you sure you're talking about yourself?

Yesterday he even saw him single‑handedly wipe out over a hundred masters!

But seeing her pale face and trembling pupils, she must have been terrified, right?

Fu San felt full of pity. Their future female master of the Deer‑Hunting Summit couldn't endure such grievance.

"Fu San, do you know? That day my toughness was all an act! But later I only realized how foolish I was, actually confronting the Deer‑Hunting Summit. I regret it, but it's too late now! I… am doomed, aren't I?"

"No, that won't happen!" Fu San stood up excitedly.

"Miss Ye, you won't be harmed! After all, Your Majesty loves you so much; how could he help Lin Xueyan against you? You'll become the female master of the Deer‑Hunting Summit in the future!"

He wants to tell Miss Ye the truth! But Your Majesty had previously ordered him not to speak.

Ye Qingran's face was ashen, her eyes full of loneliness, "Fu San, you needn't comfort me. I know that this time, no one can save me…"

"That's not true; Your Majesty would never do that!" Fu San shouted loudly.

Ye Qingran's eyes flickered.

Your Majesty wouldn't do that?

Do you mean the Emperor Sovereign of the Deer‑Hunting Summit wouldn't do that? Or the National Master wouldn't do that?

Or perhaps, they are actually the same person!

"What do you mean by that?" Ye Qingran asked calmly.

Fu San gritted his teeth and blurted out, "Because my master is that Emperor Sovereign of the Deer‑Hunting Summit!"

After saying that, he hurriedly covered his mouth, looking as if he'd misspoken.

Oops, oops, he acted impulsively again! What to do? Will Your Majesty kill him?

Unlike Fu San's terror, Ye Qingran's feeling at this moment can only be described as shock.

Because my master is that Emperor Sovereign of the Deer‑Hunting Summit!

Because my master is that Emperor Sovereign of the Deer‑Hunting Summit!

Because my master is that Emperor Sovereign of the Deer‑Hunting Summit!

This sentence, like a demonic chant, echoed endlessly in her mind.

Ye Qingran's hand, at some point, clenched into a fist, her joints turning pale, nails digging into the flesh.

Although there had been vague speculation earlier, leading to a feigned weakness act, when she heard Fu San admit it, she couldn't help but be greatly startled.

The Western Extremity Shengyu, vast in expanse, its sect forces scattered like stars, countless in number.

There, geniuses are as numerous as clouds, masters everywhere; any head of a major sect likes to call themselves Emperor. An Emperor is the creator of the world and ruler of all things; who wouldn't want to be such a being? This is a commonplace occurrence.

So the title Emperor Sovereign isn't a particularly special appellation.

Put plainly, there are too many Western Extremity Emperors! Many are self‑proclaimed.

As a result, she never considered the National Master as the Emperor Sovereign of the Deer‑Hunting Summit.

Of course, only truly powerful individuals are recognized by the entire Western Extremity Shengyu as Emperor Sovereign; the one from the Deer‑Hunting Summit is such an Emperor Sovereign recognized by the whole Western Extremity Shengyu.

That's the Emperor Sovereign of the Deer‑Hunting Summit, one of the highest‑ranked persons on this continent! Who would have thought he would abandon the Western Extremity, descend to become the National Master of the tiny Eastern Donglin Country, and do so so low‑key!

Such a one‑in‑a‑hundred‑million chance, and she encountered it?

Beside her, Han Xing's hand holding the wine jar went limp and dropped straight to the ground.

The master at Guoshi Fu turned out to be that Emperor Sovereign of the Deer‑Hunting Summit!

"Miss Ye, don't blame me for keeping it hidden. Though Your Majesty is powerful and noble, he has many rivals; many seek his life. Moreover, Your Majesty descends to become a Fallen Mortal each month, so we stay low‑key whenever possible…"

Ye Qingran's chest rose and fell violently.

At this moment, what occupied her thoughts was no longer whether the National Master was the Emperor Sovereign of the Deer‑Hunting Summit, but whether Xiao Chen might be her child.

Just thinking of this possibility, Ye Qingran's eyes shone as bright as the scorching sun.

Her tone turned urgent: "Fu San, I ask you, five years ago, did Lin Xueyan take a child to Zhu Lu Summit?"

Fu San nodded, not understanding why Ye Qingran's focus had shifted to this.

"Yes. The young master is the child Lin Xueyan took away."

Ye Qingran's pupils contracted sharply, feeling as if her heart might stop.

Fu San said, Xiao Chen was the child Lin Xueyan took to Zhu Lu Summit.

Five years ago, another of her lost children was taken by Lin Xueyan to Zhu Lu Summit!

Xiao Chen truly is her child!

In her mind, countless images related to Xiao Chen flashed by.

The first time, she mistook him for Xiao Hu and, without a word, brought him back to Ting Yu Xuan, marking their first encounter.

Each subsequent encounter, whenever she looked at Xiao Chen's youthful face, she felt the illusion that he was her own biological son; she then thought it was a fantasy caused by her excessive longing for the two children lost in the vast sea of people.

That night, while he was asleep, Xiao Chen secretly took a drop of blood from her fingertip, carefully saying he wanted to do a bloodline detection.

At that time, had he already guessed that she was his birth mother?