Chapter 826: Little Pig Mask

Not far away, Fu Hanxiu crossed his arms over his chest, his face full of displeasure.

"Hmph!"

He hummed, as if afraid Ye Qingran might hear, and didn't dare make the sound loud.

The woman had just praised his looks a second ago, and the next second tossed him onto the ground, leaving him utterly embarrassed.

Hearing Fu Hanxiu's hum, Fu Er and Fu San looked over with puzzlement.

But before they looked up, now they are...

looking down.

They were still uneasy with this state, so they obediently crouched, only then managing to meet Fu Hanxiu's eye level.

"What a meddlesome affair!"

Fu Hanxiu stared at Ye Qingran, who hadn't returned for a long while, and grew quite displeased.

Fu San, disagreeing, said: "Your Majesty, it's like this: those people over there are the lady's friends."

Fu Hanxiu's expression improved. He wasn't truly angry at Ye Qingran; rather, after she tossed him to the ground and had ignored him since, his fragile pride was hurt!

"Fine, who made me so generous? I forgive her."

Fu San twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling only a snicker inside.

On this side, Ye Qingran had said enough, and with Bai Zichuan's subtle reaction, everyone wasn't foolish and naturally guessed the truth.

After a dark glint flashed in Bai Zichuan's eyes, he suddenly struck at the triangular-eyed youth, sending him flying.

"I, of the Bai Tribe, cannot believe we produced such a deceitful one. You, seize him, strip his cultivation, and expel him from the Bai Tribe!"

Sss~

Everyone inhaled sharply, feeling how ruthless Bai Zichuan was.

Bai Zichuan's action was obviously to clear himself of this matter, lest it tarnish his reputation.

"Let's go!" After a deep glance at Ye Qingran, Bai Zichuan raised his hand and strode away first.

Although he wanted to compete with Ye Qingran, his purpose this time was the Demon God Relic, and now was not the moment.

"Where are you going?"

Bai Zifeng had just tried to slip away, but hearing that sentence, he was instantly startled.

"I..."

"As a servant, lacking any sense, do you still need me to teach you?"

"No, no need..."

Bai Zifeng waved his hands repeatedly.

Bai Zichuan glanced at Bai Zifeng, said nothing, turned and left, clearly abandoning him.

Bai Zifeng now deeply regretted, wondering why he had ever tangled with Ye Qingran at the Soul‑cutting Sea.

His gut was green with regret!

After the Bai Tribe members left, the onlookers gradually dispersed, and soon only Ye Qingran and a few others remained.

"Sister Qing, I missed you so much!" With the crisis over, Xia Zhimeng eagerly clung to Ye Qingran's arm, rubbing against her.

"Let go of him!" A cold, ruthless voice rang out.

Because of excessive childish softness, it lacked any imposing aura.

Fu Hanxiu clenched his teeth, very angry.

That woman was clearly his, how could another person take advantage of her?

Even if the other is a woman!

Ye Qingran rolled her eyes.

Fu Hanxiu was simply too overbearing, wasn't he?

He's only five years old now!

"Who is he?" Xia Zhimeng blinked, looking at the refined, cold Fu Hanxiu, a flash of astonishment in her eyes.

This child looks too much like Xiao Chen, doesn't he?

But she was certain he wasn't Xiao Chen!

Fu Hanxiu ran over and clutched Ye Qingran's leg.

The five‑year‑old Fu Hanxiu's head could just brush against Ye Qingran's thigh.

He held on tightly, displaying his domineering nature.

"Could he be your son?" Xuan Yuan Luo asked.

He was the only one present who had never seen Xiaohu Xiaocheng.

"No..." Ye Qingran denied.

"He is Fu Wusui..."

Ye Qingran was also helpless. She couldn't possibly say, "He's my husband," could she?

That scene, just thinking of it, is excessively lewd!

Fu Wusui?

Also surnamed Fu?

"Sister Qing, could he also be the Emperor Sovereign's child? Could it be..." Xia Zhimeng's imagination ran wild, instantly conjuring a melodramatic love‑hate palace intrigue.

Ye Qingran rolled her eyes; to stop her wild speculation, she decided to tell her the truth.

"He is actually Fu Hanxiu..."

Ye Qingran gave a rough explanation of the matter.

"Keep it secret!"

After hearing it, Xia Zhimeng and the others were all stunned.

So the one before us, who looks just like Xiao Chen, a proud, possessive, tsundere little princeling, is that Emperor Sovereign, the cold, unrivaled ruler of the summit of the hunt, like a demonic emperor?

"Mom~"

Xia Zhimeng couldn't help but exclaim, "The contrast is just too huge, isn't it? But to be honest, the Emperor Sovereign was really cute when he was a child!"

Fu Wusui didn't care about any titles; he only knew he liked this woman, wanted to hold her, and let no one make him let go!

"Don't worry, we'll never spill the beans!"

The fact that the Emperor Sovereign turned into a child is no trivial matter; if the opponent finds out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Sister Ye, for safety, should we give the Emperor Sovereign… Fu Wusui a disguise? Or a mask would do as well?"

Ye Qingran had considered the question, but they'd been hurrying, and Fu Wusui was unwilling to wear a mask or take a disguise pill.

Now he has no choice but to comply.

"Disguise or mask, you pick one."

"No!"

"You're already five years old, not a three‑year‑old child anymore!"

Everyone: "......"

They all felt something was off.

The key was Fu Hanxiu, who furrowed his brows and thought seriously, "You're right, I'm already five. Then I'll choose to wear a mask."

Everyone: "......"

This is probably the best time in the Emperor Sovereign's life to be fooled, huh?

Ye Qingran nodded in satisfaction, pulled out a mask and, without a word, placed it on Fu Wusui's face, "Perfect!"

Xia Zhimeng and the others stared at the mask, momentarily at a loss.

Is this mask… a little pig's?

Fu Wusui didn't even know what kind of mask he was wearing; he just felt the mask was fragrant.

Fu San and Fu Er tried hard not to laugh.

The Emperor Sovereign had worn masks before, but only those minimalist silver ones; a pig‑head mask…

"So beautiful!" Ye Qingran exclaimed.

"Really?" Fu Wusui's ears turned red, and he asked shyly.

"Of course, if you don't believe it, ask them."

Xia Zhimeng and the others exchanged glances, each finding it hard to put into words.

"Pretty, hehe, really pretty."

How perverse!

Xia Zhimeng quickly changed the subject, "Xiaohu Xiaocheng, where are they? Why haven't we seen them?"

When Xiaohu Xiaocheng was mentioned, Ye Qingran's eyes flashed with a hint of melancholy.