FRGNM -Chapter 45 The Three Treasures of Qiongyu

“Young Master, it’s almost time. Tomorrow is Nangong Mo’s wedding. We should make an appearance as well,” Ting Hai said, looking at the dazed man. He was stunned—he had never seen a Young Master like this, as if his soul had been taken over.

“Very well.” Luo Mingyu stood up. “If so, we can go take a look. It’s also time to reveal our identity. Are the gifts ready?”

“They’ve long been prepared,” Ting Hai replied, clasping his fists and personally opening the door for Luo Mingyu.

At this moment, it was mealtime. The first floor was full of diners. Eight guards emerged from the room, immediately drawing the attention of countless onlookers.

Even Ling Ruoxi, feeding Yizhui, froze mid-action. The man before her was entirely different from the scoundrel she had seen yesterday. A holy aura radiated behind him, dazzling and captivating. And that trademark smile? It was deadly to both men and women—completely overwhelming, leaving no thought of resistance.

Seven guards opened the path in front of him. He walked with the elegance of a king of this domain, eyes fixed ahead, descending slowly from the second floor.

Yizhui waved excitedly. “Uncle! Uncle!”

“Yes, eat more, so you can grow tall,” Luo Mingyu said, patting the child’s head. He didn’t even glance at Ling Ruoxi, heading straight outside.

Seven guards followed, flanking him on both sides.

“Heavens, who is that? So handsome!”

“No idea. Judging by his presence, he must be important. Seven guards with impressive strength—he’s no ordinary man.”

“Yes, and it’s strange. How come I’ve never seen him before? Maybe he just moved in?”

Startled, Ling Ruoxi continued feeding Yimeng, completely lost in thought, unaware she was feeding her own daughter.

“My nose!” Yimeng suddenly leaned back, quickly grabbing a silk cloth to wipe it, puzzled as she looked at her mother.

Ling Ruoxi snapped back to reality and laughed. “Your nose, silly. If you’re hungry, eat some food. You two eat first, I’ll go upstairs.”

“Mom, don’t you think mom seems a little strange?” Yizhui pouted, looking up at the second floor.

Huangfu Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle, but before he could laugh aloud, a suffocating sensation pressed against his chest. He hurriedly pulled out a pill, ready to swallow it.

“Father Huangfu, it’s only the second day, you can’t take it!” Quick as ever, Yizhui snatched the pill bottle, tapping it in his hand with a smile. “I’ll keep it for you. Only one pill every three days, no cheating!”

Rushing back to her room, Ling Ruoxi took a deep breath and stomped on the wooden board. The last time she had kicked it, it had broken easily—but now, no matter how many times she kicked, it remained intact. She kicked more than ten times, yet it stood firm.

Looking up, she clapped her hands and laughed. “You want to fight me? Hmph, let’s see what you’ve set up in the room!”

She exhaled, took a few steps back, then shouted, charging forward with explosive force. Her foot struck the board, propelling her straight upward. She twisted in the air, grabbed the wooden board, and slammed her head toward it.

Boom! The board almost shattered. The loud noise startled those downstairs, causing people to drop their chopsticks. What was happening upstairs?

Ling Ruoxi lay sprawled on the floor, gripping the ground in frustration. That damned pervert had set up a formation in the room! Her head had nearly been crushed against it—she almost slammed her neck into her chest.

Meanwhile, the man walking along sneezed, instinctively touching his nose. Who dared speak ill of him behind his back?

The Young Master of Qiongyu Island—the weight of that title pressed down, suffocating Beining Kingdom.

Nangong Qin’s legs went weak. Even at the Golden Throne, he couldn’t remain seated. Rising would be awkward, but staying seated felt improper—after all, the Young Master of Qiongyu Island, future island lord, stood before them.

Taking a deep breath, Nangong Qin finally smiled calmly. “Welcome, Young Master, to Beining.”

“Hm. I hear that Prince Nangong Mo of Beining will wed tomorrow. Is this true?” Luo Mingyu asked, eyes half-closed, wearing that mysterious smile.

It was this smile that unnerved Nangong Qin. His palms were sweaty. Raising his head, he forced a smile. “Yes… tomorrow is Mo’er’s wedding day.”

“I also heard that Prince Nangong Mo ended his engagement with Miss Ling’s third daughter and is now marrying the eldest daughter of the Ling family. Is this true?” Luo Mingyu asked calmly.

Nangong Qin internally groaned. It was obvious—the little ancestor was settling old accounts from six years ago. If Ling Hu hadn’t shot Ling Ruoxi and a divine physician hadn’t saved her, she would have been dead.

“Yes, Young Master. Tomorrow Mo’er will wed Ling Huiru. It has been officially announced to the world,” Nangong Qin said, finally standing and walking down to stand beside Luo Mingyu. All the ministers stepped back in awe, keeping their distance.

Ling Huiru? Luo Mingyu sneered disdainfully. How could such a woman compare to his Ruoxi? Nangong Qin must have truly lost his judgment to choose her for the royal family. Still, Luo Mingyu did not care—without this blunder, he could not have obtained such a beauty anyway, though now the beauty refused his bed.

“Qiongyu Island has been informed of Beining’s situation. Thus, they sent me with seven protectors to offer congratulations, presenting the Three Treasures of Qiongyu as a gift,” Luo Mingyu said, waving his hand.

Those standing outside quickly stepped in. Ting Hai held the gift box calmly. “This is the first treasure of Qiongyu. Please accept it, Your Majesty.”

Straightening up, Ting Hai gently opened the box. Instantly, a dazzling array of colors filled the hall. Inside lay a pearl, gleaming like a fist in size.

“The first treasure of Qiongyu Island is this pearl. Warm in winter, cool in summer. Placed in a room, it can dispel evil and maintain comfort. A rare treasure, its wearer gains longevity, strength, and youth.” Ting Hai handed the box to a eunuch and stepped back beside Luo Mingyu.

Nangong Qin was moved and quickly offered his thanks.

“The second treasure of Qiongyu Island is this Jade Dew Elixir,” Ting Hai said, holding a white jade bottle. Opening the cap, a sweet aroma immediately filled the air—like celestial nectar, intoxicating the senses.

“Jade Dew Elixir is the second treasure of Qiongyu Island, brewed through nine rounds of steaming and sun-drying. A Dou Qi practitioner below blue rank can enhance their strength. Those stuck at a barrier can breakthrough to the next level. But remember—not to overindulge.”

For Dou Qi practitioners, this elixir was priceless. One sip could enhance one’s power—who wouldn’t want it? Nangong Qin grinned, catching the bottle carefully. Without Luo Mingyu present, he might have consumed it all in one go.

Luo Mingyu snorted disdainfully. Such a treasure was trivial—a Qiongyu reject. And yet, these people were thrilled by it. These “rejects” were failed experiments—anyone who used this elixir would find future breakthroughs far harder. Personal growth always surpassed external aids.

“The third treasure of Qiongyu Island is this beauty,” Ting Hai continued. “The island master knows that His Majesty Nangong lost his queen and lacks capable concubines. Thus, we present this woman to assist you. Skilled in the bedroom yet still a virgin, adept in arts, literature, strategy, and more. She can also maintain your health and manage your daily affairs. Please accept her, Your Majesty.” Ting Hai stepped back.

The other four protectors entered the hall. Blue Dou Qi flared, and the giant sedan chair they carried slowly descended.

Raising his hand, the veiled beauty appeared atop the chair.

A beauty from Qiongyu Island—how could she compare to an ordinary woman? Reclining on a chair lined with white fur, she wore minimal cloth, exposing flawless skin. Her long legs curled slightly, and upon sensing movement, she slowly opened her enchanting eyes.

“Your Majesty,” her soft, seductive voice echoed. All the ministers were captivated, unable to resist her charm, their eyes glinting, hearts racing.

Nangong Qin stared, saliva swallowing hard, bowing repeatedly. “Thank you for your generosity, Island Master. Thank you for your gift.”

The beauty rose from the chair. The scanty cloth barely covered her, swaying provocatively as she walked. The onlookers fidgeted, restraining themselves.

The art of seduction was clearly extraordinary. Luo Mingyu merely sneered. To become Young Master of Qiongyu, one must overcome every obstacle—including temptations like this. He remained indifferent.

In his heart, there was only one woman—the short, stout girl of his past. Perhaps out of guilt, perhaps longing, he constantly thought of her. But now, six years later, desire had transformed into possessiveness. He wanted her, aching nightly, yet unwilling to harm her.

He wanted her willing—not forcibly taken. The events six years ago, her tears, her exhaustion—they weighed heavily on him.

More importantly, she had helped him by bearing his two children…

“The gifts have been delivered. We shall not disturb further. Tomorrow, I will attend the wedding to offer congratulations. Your Majesty, take care not to overwork yourself,” Luo Mingyu said, his sinister smile showing. The beauty blushed slightly, understanding, and leaned against Nangong Qin.