FRGNM -Chapter 47 Once You Enter This Door, You Can’t Get Out

“Besides, even though I gave birth to two children no one claimed, they are my children. How are they ‘illegitimate brats’? What right do they—or you—have to speak to me? Hmph. I, the heir of the Divine Physician, do I not have the right to stand here and speak with you? Or does Ling Huiru think that because my Liuli Island disciples are easy to bully, people of Beining don’t need medicine? Fine. When I return, I will report to my master: Beining is strong, no injuries, no pain—so my master should order all medical practitioners to leave Beining! From now on, not a single physician shall appear in your country!” Ling Ruoxi sneered, twirling the teacup in her hand before slamming it onto the table.

With a loud crack, the teacup shattered. The woman before her erupted in anger.

Ling Huiru’s expression changed drastically. She had overlooked one fact: the woman before her had the backing of Liuli Island, whose Divine Physician, Zuo Mingfeng, was a doctor no one could easily summon. When Nangong Mo had once been attacked, it had taken repeated pleas from Beining before this wandering doctor had agreed to treat him.

“Huiru, enough!” Nangong Qin frowned, watching the woman rise. Her eyes, no matter how one looked at them, were captivating. He chuckled softly: “Ruoxi, Huiru is childish—don’t stoop to her level. After all, you two are sisters. Now that Mo’er is getting married, please give him this courtesy.”

“Hmph. I would give her courtesy… but I’m worried that certain people won’t give me mine!” Ling Ruoxi sat down again, her gaze scanning ahead to Luo Mingyu. She noticed the infuriating man, quietly drinking alone, paying no attention to her.

Damn it—was this the same man who had nearly eaten her alive? At a time like this, shouldn’t a man of his caliber step up and play hero?

He had already seen her face, and according to her promise, she had to drag him back. But every time she looked at his arrogant, haughty expression, she felt like smacking him, not talking to him.

Ling Huiru’s face darkened as she signaled Ling Hu below. She was at a loss; Ling Hu, as her father, wouldn’t dare go against his daughter.

Slamming his palm on the table, Ling Hu rose abruptly and shouted at Ling Ruoxi: “Ungrateful girl! How dare you return? Today is your eldest sister’s wedding, yet you shout and make a scene in front of the officials! Today, I will teach you a lesson in front of our ancestors!”

“General Ling, you must be mistaken. Six years ago, I severed all ties with you. From now on, you walk your bright path, and I’ll walk my solitary bridge. Now that I speak back to the Crown Princess, you bring up family rules to lecture me? Don’t talk about blood ties. If I weren’t naturally extraordinary, I’d already be dead by your arrow!” Cold light flickered in her eyes, and Ling Ruoxi sneered at the man.

The sheer aura intimidated the two little ones behind her, who clutched Huangfu Xuan’s sleeve.

“Father Huangfu, what’s wrong with Mom?”

“Yes, Father Huangfu, Mom looks very angry. Could you calm her down?” Yizhui nodded.

Just calling him “Father Huangfu” drew the gaze of everyone around to him. These two children were Ling Ruoxi’s own flesh and blood—and now they called Huangfu Xuan ‘father.’ No wonder Ling Ruoxi had grown so close to him. That child she had once stolen—Huangfu Xuan, prince of Eastern Ling—was the heir to the Eastern Ling throne! If Ling Ruoxi truly became his consort, her future would be limitless.

The man seated at the table twitched, nearly crushing his wine cup, his cold eyes fixed on Ling Ruoxi.

A chilling aura swept over her, and she shivered. Her gaze met that of the jealous man opposite her—his expression was dark, terrifying. Beneath the sunny, sacred exterior, his eyes were colder and more merciless than six years ago, carrying a violent edge, almost ready to tear her apart.

“Miss Ruoxi, today is the Crown Prince’s wedding. Private matters can wait until later,” Huangfu Xuan said calmly, observing her, assuming her distress was for Nangong Mo.

Ling Ruoxi clenched her hands in response.

The two standing above said nothing; everything continued as normal. But the man on the platform stared unblinkingly at Ling Ruoxi.

Ling Huiru saw all of this and fumed, stomping her foot violently, shooting Ling Ruoxi a warning glare.

Cough cough… The man seated suddenly rose, and the previously ongoing wedding fell silent.

The silver-white figure approached Ling Ruoxi, smiled faintly, and lifted Yizhui, brushing his little nose. “What’s this? Did we make your mother unhappy?”

“Uncle! They’re bullying Mom!” Yizhui pouted, displeased. Though only five, he understood the situation. Facing so many people attacking, his mother could only endure.

Now, this woman upstairs even called them illegitimate brats. The children’s anger at Ling Huiru intensified; they wouldn’t even look at her. Moreover, the Crown Prince here today had been the one to reject their mother!

“Hehe, are they bullying Mom, or is it you two?” Luo Mingyu smiled faintly, gently patting Yimeng’s head, and set Yizhui down.

“What do you mean?” Ling Ruoxi asked coldly.

The man at her side merely smiled, turning to the officials around them: “Today, I’ll also make an announcement. This woman, Ling Ruoxi, belongs to me. Whatever thoughts you have, you’d better retract them! Her children are my sons. Anyone who objects… I won’t mind inviting you to Qiongyu Island for tea, to discuss life and ideals.”

No one dared make a sound. The aura of the Young Master of Qiongyu Island was too powerful; even the name alone sent shivers down one’s spine.

Qiongyu Island was beautiful, but its master was temperamental. Anyone who offended him would be invited for tea—and never seen again. ‘Tea’ was a polite euphemism for elimination.

Yet more shocking than this was what he had said: Ling Ruoxi was his woman, and the two children once called illegitimate brats were his children?

Ling Ruoxi knew he had said this for her sake. Calmly, she lifted her head. “Thank you, but I am not someone to be trifled with. If you have issues, take them out on me.”

“It’s true. I’ll be waiting for you in the room…” Luo Mingyu’s lips curved into a subtle smile. He waved his sleeve and left. That final smile, tinged with tenderness, made Ling Ruoxi tremble.

True? What was true? Her mind spun. She quickly stood. “Prince Huangfu, I’ll leave Yizhui and Yimeng with you for now. I have to go back!”

“Mom!” the children shouted, but he had already dashed away, her figure disappearing from view.

Nangong Mo’s heart also panicked, seeing her vanish, about to rush after her.

Ling Huiru’s face turned ashen. She quickly grabbed Nangong Mo’s arm, forcing an awkward smile: “Your Highness, the wedding isn’t over. We can’t let foreign envoys see this.”

“Hmph…” Nangong Mo snorted coldly. Clenching his fists, he skipped over formalities, hastily placing the ring on Ling Huiru’s finger, ignoring the officials below, and left.

Nangong Qin’s face darkened. Seeing Ling Huiru standing alone, he forced a smile: “Please, everyone, sit. The girl is nervous on her first wedding. Let her be alone for a moment. Send the Crown Princess to the bridal chamber, and quickly fetch Mo’er!”

No matter how fast she moved, Ling Ruoxi could not match Luo Mingyu. She watched as he reached the second floor first, pounding on the familiar door. “Luo Mingyu, open the door!”

“Hehe, once you enter this door, you can’t leave. Think carefully before coming in,” came the teasing reply from inside.

Ling Ruoxi rolled up her sleeves, entered from her room, and carrying an axe, approached the bathhouse. With a swing, BANG! The wooden boards shattered. She stormed into Luo Mingyu’s bathhouse, axe in hand, heading toward his room.

“Luo Mingyu, explain yourself! What is true?” She slammed the axe down, glaring at him. This wasn’t a prank—why did he have the same eyes from six years ago?

He was the same man—undeniable—but what did that line mean? Six years ago, they had met once. He didn’t need to claim responsibility in front of so many people!

A sly smile tugged at Luo Mingyu’s lips. Arms crossed, he said, “I told you, once you enter this door, you can’t leave. Ruoxi, I said before, entering my room means seducing me. Forgot?”

“I… this time doesn’t count! I really have business with you!” She waved her sleeves, forgetting the previous words. He wouldn’t force her—if he did, her innocence would have been lost long ago.

Seeing through her, Luo Mingyu stepped closer, lips curling. “If you still think last time I’d let you go… think again. Prey that comes to me willingly? I never miss it!”

“What are you doing, Luo Mingyu? You’re insane!” Ling Ruoxi nearly raised the axe against him in panic, holding her weapon defensively, wary of the man before her.