FRGNM -Chapter 96 Analysis

“Yes. Revealing her identity would cause an uproar across all nations. Everyone would want to seize such a talented person. If another country managed to take her, they wouldn’t hesitate to destroy her at any cost. So her identity must remain secret. Old Yu’s prestige still holds across the continent; no one would dare cause trouble here. Yizhui and Yimeng are very safe here.”

Thus, the two children could continue living their own small world peacefully.

Ling Ruoxi felt something was off and fell silent, thinking for a moment. She wanted to ask more, but when she looked up, the man in front of her had already closed his eyes, exhausted, leaning on the pillow and asleep.

Was he really that tired? She looked at Luo Mingyu in confusion. The output of Dou Qi wasn’t simple at all. Moreover, cleaning Luo Jiangyu’s meridians required absolute focus and high concentration of mental energy, which naturally caused fatigue.

She reached out and brushed aside Luo Mingyu’s long hair, gazing at his flawless face. Her heart skipped a beat. Seeing him this closely, she couldn’t believe how perfect he was—so perfect that it seemed almost inhuman.

His cunning, his coldness, his smile, his wickedness… all seemed centered on her alone. His expression never held warmth for others, even when bathed in a sacred light—it could not dispel the coldness rooted deep in him.

This man had a story. Six years ago, he wore dark robes, exuded icy detachment, spoke rarely, and never approached others. But now… he seemed like an entirely different person, one she could not fathom.

What had happened to him in six years?

Brushing aside his hair, Ling Ruoxi moved slightly, tilted her head, and quickly planted a soft kiss on his thin lips. She watched him sleeping, long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if on the verge of waking.

Startled, she quickly pulled the blanket around herself, curling into Luo Mingyu’s arms. Seeing that he hadn’t opened his eyes, she finally relaxed and rested beside him, closing her own eyes.

Unbeknownst to her, at the very moment she closed her eyes, the man above her opened his, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Night grew darker. Rain pelted the eaves, drumming with a sharp, crisp sound.

Lightning flashed. On the bed, only Ling Ruoxi remained; the other figure had vanished long ago.

“Your Majesty, she is just a woman. There is no need for you to remain by her side! You’ve lingered too long, raising their suspicions!” A black-clad figure knelt in the rain, allowing the water to soak him, unflinchingly bowing on the wet ground.

The silver-haired figure stood calmly, expressionless. But this time, his face held no trace of amusement. His eyes were icy, releasing a chilling murderous aura, making even the falling raindrops shiver as if frozen in that moment.

“Silence. I know. When the time comes, I will leave. For now, Lo Song is keeping an eye on me. Tell them to be cautious too. Don’t bother me unnecessarily—if you can’t even handle this, what use are you?” His sleeve flicked, sending the rain flying.

The person hiding in the grass groaned, then collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

The kneeling man’s face went pale. “Your Majesty… I didn’t know there was someone else…”

“Hmph. Lo Song has always tried to catch me off guard. If he discovers my identity, the consequences would be unthinkable. Regarding the island… notify the other leaders: if we lose, bring me their heads!” A glint of blood flashed in Luo Mingyu’s icy eyes. His cold smile sent shivers down the spine. In that moment, he was the King of the Night, accompanied only by blood and indifference.

After finally arriving at the academy to see his children, he had to leave in a hurry. Ling Ruoxi felt reluctant to part with the two little ones, but the children, ever obedient, smiled and saw them off—even if they didn’t know what mischief they had done under Luo Mingyu’s instructions.

Yizhui and Yimeng had been with her for nearly six years. Just a short time with this man had changed them completely.

Pouting, Ling Ruoxi was clearly displeased.

“All right, come give me a kiss. Don’t stay silent,” Luo Mingyu said, smiling faintly as he tapped her cheek, wrapping her slim waist with his arm. “Ruoxi, there’s a reason I placed the children in the library. Because the next matters… they cannot be involved.”

“What matters?” she asked, frowning, pushing the rogue away.

Leaning on the carriage, Luo Mingyu rested his head and smiled softly. “Lo Song has begun targeting me.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“It’s not that simple. Lo Song and I are both candidates for the Young Master of Qiongyu Immortal Island, but in different positions. I’m publicly recognized, while he… is not. But the island will soon choose the true Young Master. The other must die. In terms of strength, appearance, and stature, I surpass him. He wants the position, so he’ll act in secret. He can’t defeat me openly… so his target… will be you.” Luo Mingyu’s heavy hand pressed on her shoulder, speaking in a low voice.

He wasn’t worried about what Lo Song might do; he worried about her. Without Dou Qi, her martial skills were no match for a skilled Dou Qi user. Moreover, she was a fragile medicine doctor!

Attacking her would be easy for Lo Song. The fact that someone could always protect her didn’t guarantee safety forever.

“So… if I’m careless, I become Lo Song’s target?” Her eyebrows rose, goosebumps rising at the thought of Lo Song’s dark, stern face. Compared to him, she preferred Luo Mingyu.

Luo Mingyu nodded helplessly. “Having observed him, I know his thoughts. I thought last night’s beast incident would be his doing, but it was the little bug’s mischief. After you slept, I discovered his men outside, so…”

“So?”

Luo Mingyu lowered his head, smiling faintly. “I’m going to find you a powerful magical beast. Whatever you want, just say it.”

“Pfft!” Ling Ruoxi had expected him to say he’d stay by her side forever. Instead, he spoke of finding her a magical beast! She didn’t have Dou Qi—how could she control a beast?

Most magical beasts on Dragon Continent are proud. They wouldn’t sign a contract with an ordinary person, and even if they did, without sufficient strength, both beast and master could perish.

“Don’t worry. I’ll tame it and let it form a life contract with you. You won’t die with the beast. Look at Yizhui and Yimeng—they already have a wyvern and a dragon. Surely you’d want a Qingluan Phoenix or something similar?” Luo Mingyu patted her head and stretched lazily. “The bamboo forest here has plenty of magical beasts, and the scenery is beautiful. No rush to return—let’s explore a bit.”

“Wah!” Before Ling Ruoxi could react, the mischievous man grabbed her waist, flipped the carriage with one hand, and leapt into the sky.

Purple Dou Qi flared, lifting him into the air. The sensation of weightlessness nearly made her legs go weak. She instinctively gripped Luo Mingyu’s wrist, looking down at the tiny buildings below, as if they were matchboxes.

“Don’t be afraid. Open your eyes—it’s beautiful,” he said, smiling, holding her face and waist as they hovered above the bamboo forest.

The bamboo leaves rustled like waves, covering five miles in all directions, swaying rhythmically like an ocean. A gentle breeze teased her hair, and she instinctively reached out to catch a floating leaf, smiling at its simplicity.

The air was fresh. The bamboo sea stretched across Northern Ning Country, with forests everywhere and magical beasts congregating. In the cold pool nearby, beasts peeked out, but sensing Luo Mingyu’s overwhelming aura, they fled immediately.

For them, his presence was too strong, utterly overwhelming.

“See that one? The one running over there is a Wind Shadow Wolf, faster than a Blue-Wing Wolf. Soft fur—great as a mount; can travel a thousand miles a day. And that one jumping there is a Lightning Weasel, a famous lightning beast, extremely fast, full of electricity, and poisonous; a bite could kill within an hour. But these beasts are trash—useless against strong enemies.” Luo Mingyu shook his head in resignation.

Ling Ruoxi had been curious about the beasts, but his words brought her back down. She raised an eyebrow. “Then which magical beast is reliable—fluffy, obedient, and powerful?”

“…Go to sleep. If there were such a beast, I’d have gotten it for you already.” Luo Mingyu sighed, covering his forehead and glaring at her. It seemed the choice of magical beast had to be left to him.