Chapter 536: Fu Hanxiu, He's Really Gone Mad!

So, Miss Ye, you really were the Female Lecherous Thief that night!

Fu San didn't know how to describe his current feelings.

For the past year, he had made finding the Female Lecherous Thief his topmost priority, and that arduous task drove him to constantly improve himself...

However, when the truth finally unfolded, he felt like a deflated balloon.

Especially when he learned that the Female Lecherous Thief was actually Ye Qingran...

"Flames cooking oil? Better dead than alive? Hmm?"

Ye Qingran crossed her arms over her chest, wearing a half‑smile.

Fu San: "......"

"Miss Ye, it's a misunderstanding! I had no idea the Female Lecherous Thief—ugh, the female master—was actually you!"

That realization made Fu San suddenly enlightened, his heart blooming with joy.

If Miss Ye was the Female Lecherous Thief that night, doesn't that mean Your Majesty has had only Miss Ye as his woman all along?

It also implies that Your Majesty remains the pristine Your Majesty, untouched by any woman other than Miss Ye.

"Miss Ye, since everything was a misunderstanding, can you forgive Your Majesty?"

"Of course!"

Ye Qingran felt extremely delighted at that moment.

Before meeting Fu Hanxiu, she had no other man, and Fu Hanxiu was the same.

They were each other's only one.

"Then, Miss Ye, time is of the essence; go find Your Majesty and clear this up quickly; I'm worried that he..."

A flicker of worry passed through Fu San's eyes.

He truly feared that Your Majesty might, in a moment of despair, do something extreme.

"I'll go find him right now," Ye Qingran nodded and walked toward the outside of the Courtyard.

Watching Ye Qingran leave, Fu San gave a faint smile.

He finally found the Female Lecherous Thief.

However, the ending was vastly different from what he had once imagined.

Nevertheless, it was undoubtedly the best ending.

Ye Qingran searched the mansion thoroughly but still couldn't find any trace of Fu Hanxiu.

She asked his Dark Guard one by one, and each claimed they didn't know where he had gone.

"Strange, where exactly did he go?"

Ye Qingran halted, furrowing her brows, muttering to herself.

"Fu Hanxiu, where are you hiding? If you don't come out, I won't speak to you for the rest of my life!"

Ye Qingran placed a hand near her mouth and shouted around.

In a dim corner, a towering figure shivered violently.

Ran'er, it's not that I don't want to talk to you, it's that I'm unworthy!

Those Abyss-like eyes were filled with boundless pain and remorse.

Ye Qingran sensed a trace of Fu Hanxiu's aura, and an ominous foreboding instantly rose in her heart.

Her intuition told her that Fu Hanxiu was in a terrible state right now!

No, she must find him, or something disastrous will happen!

"Fu Hanxiu, come out and meet me quickly, or I'll die in front of you!"

There was still no response.

Ye Qingran gritted her teeth.

Does this man truly not care about her life or death?

She steeled herself, conjured a dagger and thrust it toward her own chest.

Without any mercy.

In the blink of an eye, a streak of light shot out, striking the dagger and ricocheting it away.

Clang~

Ye Qingran looked toward the direction from which the streak of light came.

Below the Courtyard wall, a silhouette appeared, concealed in darkness.

"What are you doing?" Her tone was suppressed, hiding a hint of restrained fury.

"You finally agreed to come out and see me!"

Although she couldn't see clearly, Ye Qingran recognized at a glance that the black shadow was Fu Hanxiu.

A gust of fresh wind blew, and the air instantly filled with a strong scent of blood.

Ye Qingran's heart gave a sudden thump.

"Are you injured?"

Ye Qingran's pupils contracted as she strode toward Fu Hanxiu.

"Don't come..." Fu Hanxiu stepped back.

"What are you doing?"

The closer she got to him, the stronger the scent of blood became.

She rushed at him recklessly, and seeing him drenched in blood, she nearly collapsed on the spot.

His face was as pale as paper, his towering body trembling slightly.

"Ran'er, this body is filthy; I'll swap it for another. Can you not abandon me?"

He lowered his gaze at her, his eyes full of pleading.

As for his tone, it was even more humbly reduced to dust.

It caused Fu San, who heard the noise and rushed over, to have his nose tip instantly turn sour, nearly bursting into tears.

Is this still the Your Majesty he knows?

When has he ever been so humble?

Ye Qingran's heart at this moment was shaken beyond measure.

She never expected Fu Hanxiu to say such words.

He has made himself covered in scars—does he despise his own filth and want to swap bodies?

Moved, it spread through her heart.

But, more so, it was anger.

"Before you successfully swap bodies, you will die!"

Ye Qingran gritted her teeth, practically wanting to strangle Fu Hanxiu.

"No, it's fine. I know a secret technique that can reshape the flesh..."

He gently shook his head, his eyes glittering, looking as if mad.

Yes.

Indeed, such a secret technique exists.

But the prerequisite is having cultivation above the Human Emperor level!

This is a defiance of Heaven; a moment's lapse and it will turn to ash!

Fu Hanxiu, he's truly gone mad!

"Ran'er, could you wait for me a little longer? It'll be quick..."

Ye Qingran's feelings at this moment were extremely complicated.

Angry on one side, yet showing emotion on the other.

This man…

Does he even know that he is the Emperor Sovereign at the pinnacle of the hunt, the number one person on Xuanmiao Continent, destined to stand atop the clouds, a being admired by all?

What is he doing right now?

She stared into his eyes for a moment, then suddenly pressed her lips onto his, forcefully pressing them together, and then, with a fierce resolve, bit down hard.

Soon, the scent of blood filled her mouth.

Fu Hanxiu seemed to have lost his sense of pain, eyes wide open, letting her bite.

Even the warm intimacy of bleeding was, to him, a luxury.

Perhaps, after today, he will never be able to have it again.

"Fu Hanxiu, you don't need to reshape your flesh, really."

After a while, Ye Qingran stepped back, looked up, and said to him.

Fu Hanxiu was puzzled.

Ye Qingran explained, "That night, the woman in the National Master's bathhouse was me."

With those words, Fu Hanxiu was instantly stunned.

In his ears, Ye Qingran's words repeated again and again.

The light in his eyes grew brighter, finally blazing like a proud sun.

She said that the woman that night was her.

"Really?" He could hardly believe his own ears.

"Indeed." Ye Qingran nodded lightly, "so you needn't feel guilty any longer. You've never wronged me; it's always been me, only me."

Always her, only her!

Whether it was the accident seven years ago, or the intimate room in the National Master's residence…

It was all her.

The highs and lows refer to Fu Hanxiu's experiences over this period.

"I want you!" Completely!

"Fine!"

(Here, a million words are omitted…)