FRGNM -Chapter 41 Misunderstanding

“Hey! Hey! Get up, hey!” Ling Ruoxi almost slapped herself in frustration as she pressed on his abdomen, trying to revive him. But when her eyes fell on… that, her face twitched.

“Damn it! Even when dead, you’re still standing proud, huh? Teasing me like this? I’ll castrate you today!” In this Dou Qi world, any sufficiently strong Dou Qi master could fake death completely—no heartbeat, no pulse—just like now.

But this man, even if he wanted to fake death, exposed such a glaring weakness!

“Alright, alright, I won’t play anymore, I won’t!” Luo Mingyu hastily sat up upon hearing the sensitive words. He didn’t know exactly what Ling Ruoxi had done, but his whole body felt lighter. He had subconsciously wanted to tease her, not realizing she was this nervous about him.

Still… why did this woman always talk about castrating men?

“Damn you! Goodbye! Never see you again!” Ling Ruoxi glared fiercely and turned to leave.

Quite an interesting woman, indeed. Watching her retreating figure, Luo Mingyu smiled faintly, shifting his gaze to the eaves. With a gesture of his right hand, the clothes on the ground automatically dressed him, purple Dou Qi flickered, and his figure vanished from the room.

Once outside, Ling Ruoxi remembered why she had come—not to save anyone, but to avenge her son. She looked back—there was no sign of the boy in the room anymore.

“Mom! Mom!” Yizhui jumped up, hugging Ling Ruoxi’s leg excitedly. “Mom! Did you heal Uncle?”

“Miss Ruoxi, the situation is like this…”

“Brat! You could at least explain clearly!” Ling Ruoxi’s face nearly sank into the ground. She realized that the man had taken care of Yizhui—shopping with him, buying food, and even taking him to the Hundred Flowers Brothel to see famous courtesans. And this boy hadn’t explained a single thing! She had been embarrassed, and worse, the man had been poisoned because of this boy insisting on visiting the courtesans. If not for that, the man wouldn’t have been poisoned. And she had barged in and beaten him up! How could she ever show her face in public again?

Yizhui thought: Mom, do you even have any face left?

“Brat, at least explain! You come out dressed like a little boy who’s been molested—how am I supposed to know what happened?” Ling Ruoxi sighed helplessly, while Yimeng lay on the table laughing.

Yizhui, however, looked innocent, sticking out his tongue. “I didn’t know Mom would get so furious and hit Uncle. But Mom, you’re really strong! You even hit Uncle!”

“What’s his name? Do you know? So if we find him later, we can apologize in person,” Ling Ruoxi pouted, itching to twist his little face.

Yizhui quickly covered his face, shaking his head. “Mom, Uncle wouldn’t tell me his name. I just call him Uncle. Anyway, all the nobles are here for the Crown Prince’s wedding. We just need to wait for him there.”

“That’s true. When did you get so smart?” Ling Ruoxi raised her eyebrows, her eyes narrowing in amusement. That cunning look was far from a pure little girl.

Huangfu Xuan smiled faintly, watching the family of three. He truly felt a desire to blend in. If his condition could be cured, he would definitely marry this woman. He didn’t mind that she already had two children; saving her life demanded eternal gratitude. He hoped she could accept him.

“Mom, I’m not dumb either!” Yizhui pouted, small tiger teeth showing, patting his head. “Mom, you said we needed to find a father—do we have someone now?”

“Well…” Ling Ruoxi felt embarrassed, offering an awkward smile.

Yimeng clapped her hands. “Mom, there are so many handsome uncles in Beining, much better than the elders on the island! I’ve already picked a few candidates: Uncle Huangfu is handsome, and that Crown Prince uncle, Ningfeng uncle…”

“Yeah, Mom, this uncle is really nice and beautiful. Mom, you just barged in and must’ve seen all of him, right? You always said a man and woman shouldn’t be alone together—if a man sees a woman’s body, and something happens, he must take responsibility. Mom saw Uncle’s body and even hit him. Since what shouldn’t happen already happened, just marry him and make him our dad.”

What kind of logic was that? Ling Ruoxi twitched her lips, unsure what to say to these two little things. “Stop being naughty. You like an uncle, and you want your mother to marry him? I’m not some pig farm, why do I need so many men?”

“Hehe, it’s fine if the kids like him,” Huangfu Xuan said, gently patting Yimeng’s head. They were quite endearing.

Yimeng nodded. “Yes, Uncle Huangfu said it’s fine if we like him. So, Uncle Huangfu, will you be our dad?”

“Yes! We have a dad!” Yizhui cheered, following suit and hugging Huangfu Xuan’s leg tightly.

Goodness, these two kids! Ling Ruoxi could only smile helplessly at Huangfu Xuan.

Understanding her, Huangfu Xuan smiled knowingly. His body was weak and couldn’t carry two kids like a normal man. He let them run around at his feet. “Take it easy, don’t fall.”

“Sorry, Your Highness Huangfu. These two kids are naughty, but we can’t delay your treatment. You keep them entertained, don’t let them run wild. I’ll prepare some medicines for you, much more effective than what you’ve taken now.” Ling Ruoxi nodded with a smile.

Huangfu Xuan didn’t object, grateful, following the kids. He usually stayed in the palace and rarely went out, much less with children. Seeing Yizhui and Yimeng satisfied him.

“Don’t wander too far,” Huangfu Xuan smiled. If his condition could be controlled and cured, he could finally hold these two kids like everyone else.

“Uncle Huangfu, let’s play hide-and-seek! You find us!” Yimeng laughed, dashing through the crowd and vanishing in moments.

Huangfu Xuan’s expression changed drastically. Looking at the crowd, he couldn’t find Yimeng or Yizhui. Ling Ruoxi had entrusted the kids to him, and he could not lose them.

“Yizhui! Yimeng! Come out! Come out!” Huangfu Xuan panicked, his face even paler. The bright red scene he had almost dashed through clung to the wall as he panted.

Blood dripped from his nose. Huangfu Xuan instinctively reached for the medicine bottle in his clothes, but his trembling hands couldn’t grab it. There was no guard nearby. Even if someone saw him, they thought he was playing.

“Uncle Huangfu!” Yimeng realized something was wrong, abandoning the game. She lifted a mat beside her and saw him leaning against the wall.

“Why is Uncle Huangfu so weak?” Yizhui exclaimed, observing Huangfu Xuan and carefully putting medicine pills into his mouth.

After a while, Huangfu Xuan gradually regained consciousness, smiling faintly at the two little ones. “Thank you.”

“Uncle Huangfu, why are you so weak? Master said that purple in the blood means either serious injury or poisoning. Are you poisoned or hurt?” Yimeng asked, noticing the blood on the wall.

“Poisoned?” Huangfu Xuan said calmly. “Being royal often means you have no choice. Poisoning or injury is common. Let’s go home, and don’t run around.”

“Oh.” Nodding vaguely, Yizhui took Huangfu Xuan’s hand and walked forward.

But someone about to leave instinctively looked back. On the corner tower, a figure stood with arms crossed holding a dagger, sharp eyes fixed ahead, black hair and robes fluttering.

He? Looking closely again, Huangfu Xuan felt a shiver—by the time he blinked, the figure was gone. Could he have been mistaken?

A gentle wind rose. By the silver willow bank, a silver figure stood, eyes like stars half-closed. “Come out, Seven Guardians.”

Boom! From the calm water, several figures soared into the sky, landing swiftly behind Luo Mingyu.

Stepping forward, Tong Hai cupped his hands. “Young master, they’ve arrived.”

“Oh?” Luo Mingyu raised his brows, smiling lightly, tilting his head to the sky.

Above, white ribbons fluttered. Eight beauties carried a white bridal sedan chair descending from the heavens, petals scattering across the lake—stunningly beautiful.

The surrounding area was already sealed by formation arrays, so no passerby could see them. This was the power of a formation master.

Beside Luo Mingyu, the Seven Guardians were the ultimate Blue Lords. Each of them possessed Blue-level power, managing essential supplies on Qiongyu Immortal Island. They had mastered techniques that others couldn’t even glimpse—truly awe-inspiring.

The eight people on the opposite side had just landed, and Luo Mingyu revealed his signature pose: eyes closed, a gentle smile, like the spring breeze of March. “The wind is really nice today. Even people from beyond the heavens and mountains have been invited. The Crown Prince’s wedding in Beining is really attracting attention.”