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Chapter 390 You should tell your son-in-law you're pregnant!
As the moon rose above the willow branches, a sudden evening breeze arose in Shengjing City.

Ye Han was still drinking tea in the Star Gazing Tower, but his gaze kept sweeping over the courtyard below.

Shop assistants from various merchants in Shengjing came one after another to deliver the things her sister had bought to the mansion, but she herself did not return, which meant that she really went to see that blond-haired man.

Let them meet. It won't cause any trouble. After all, my sister knows that there's no possibility between different races, only regret.

Just as Ye Han was thinking about the time, he suddenly saw two figures walking from outside the mansion, so he slightly narrowed his eyes.

Feng Yang led Xiao Rou into the courtyard, and upon looking up, he saw his elder brother, and smiled slightly.

Ye Han nodded gently to his younger sister, watched her turn and return to the courtyard, and then reached out to pour the tea from his cup into the flower bed.

Actually, after hinting to his sister to see him one last time, he regretted it a little, because if she went to see him with the thought of seeing him one last time, the regret afterward might be even deeper.

However, seeing that his sister returned so quickly, and that there was no sadness or reluctance on her face, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Ye Han put down his teacup and left the stargazing tower with a flick of his sleeve.

"Princess."

"Ok?"

"Now that you've met Young Master Ji, why didn't you chat with her a little longer? It's still early, why are you in such a hurry to come back?"

"Being able to speak is better than not speaking, but it can't be any more. My brother hinted that I should go see him so that I would have fewer regrets, but the longer I stay, the more regrets I will have."

"Xiaorou doesn't understand..."

The young maidservant stood guard outside the bathroom door, listening to the rushing water inside the room while gazing blankly at the moon in the night.

At this moment, Feng Yang was soaking in the bath. Looking at the snow-white tail extending from behind his buttocks, he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly. He instantly recalled the scene of wagging his tail involuntarily just now, and his cheeks turned red instantly.

This is the second time. The tail is clearly its own, but it seems to be out of control.

But since it's already happened, let it be. This is probably a case of "you can deceive people, but you can't deceive their hearts."

Women of the demon race are the most sentimental; once they've made up their minds, it's hard for them to change. This is probably the last time her tail will be wagging for someone; she won't have the chance again.

Feng Yang scooped up a handful of still water and let it flow over his curvaceous body, his mind filled with images of chatting idly in the alley.

He became stronger, but also darker.

He appeared more reserved and composed than when we first met in the snowy region, but the arrogance between his brows remained undiminished.

She had thought that her liking for him stemmed more from the deliberate embellishment and description of him in the storybooks, but upon seeing him again today, she discovered that he was in no way inferior to the characters in the stories.

Hua Hua Hua——

As Feng Yang was pondering this, the sound of water beside his ear suddenly brought him back to his senses.

She had just stopped splashing water to wash her delicate body and was wondering where the continuous sound of water was coming from.

So she looked in the direction of the sound, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed her own snow-white tail.

The next morning, the sky was ablaze with rosy dawn.

The demon clan delegation is gradually packing their belongings and equipping their carriages.

Feng Yang changed her clothes and stepped outside the gate of the Immortal Garden.

The convoy was now poised to depart, and the majestic beasts were also stirring, shaking their heads and stamping their hooves.

When a guard saw him come out, he immediately stepped forward and lifted the carriage curtain for him. After she entered the carriage, he slowly lowered the curtain, and then the copper bells rang softly as the carriage started moving.

They came to Shengjing to learn about the situation of the sacred land of the ancient sages. Now that their goal has been achieved, they naturally want to return as soon as possible and report what they have learned to the Demon Emperor.

豱辱辱辘——

As the wheels rolled along, the humans on both sides of Changsheng Street looked down upon them.

Xiao Rou, who had boarded the car earlier to prepare tea, looked out the window and suddenly spotted a figure in the crowd. She waved gently as they made eye contact.

"Princess."

"Ok?"

Xiao Rou, clutching the curtain, turned around and said, "Young Master Ji and his friend have come to see us off."

Feng Yang nodded slightly after hearing this, but did not turn his head or look to the side.

She sat there silently, devoid of joy or sorrow, exuding nobility, elegance, and aloofness, as if everything outside the window had no connection to her whatsoever.

Upon seeing this, Xiaorou couldn't help but lower the curtain that had been partially lifted and quietly huddle inside the carriage.

However, Feng Yang did not look at the two figures, but Ye Han, who was riding a demonic beast, looked over with eyes full of murderous intent.

Those captivating vertical pupils seemed to solidify even the most malevolent emotions.

Soon, as the demon delegation drove through the long street and exited the city through the north gate, the figures gathered in the Shengjing Restaurant began to disperse one after another.

Kuang Cheng followed Ji You to the street, and halfway there he couldn't help but say, "That demon prince just now looked like he was going to skin Brother Ji alive."

"Is there any?"

"It's true."

"His self-cultivation is not bad. If I had a sister, I would have drawn my sword long ago. Damn handsome blond."

Ji You truly hadn't expected that Gongshu Chou was a writer of documentary literature, and even now, after glimpsing Feng Yang's intentions, she was still in a daze.

Animal ears and a tail... he actually quite liked them.

However, the conflict between humans and demons is difficult to resolve, and they may even turn against each other in the future. Therefore, whether one admires or likes someone, it is unlikely to have a positive outcome.

Ji You strode to the storefront of Wulu Trading Company and asked, "Has the letter from Lingzhou been delivered?"

"Reporting to the employer, it has been delivered."

"Okay, keep going."

Kuang Cheng then looked at Ji You: "Brother Ji, did you send a letter to Fairy Yan?"

Ji You nodded: "She's been back at Lingjian Mountain for quite some time now. She's probably very bored on the mountain by herself. I haven't written to her since I went into seclusion for so long. If I don't write to her soon, she'll go crazy."

Kuang Cheng nodded: "Then, Brother Ji, have you found the answer to your questions about cultivation?"

"We've asked everything we needed to ask, and that's about it."

"So you and Brother Yuan are going back to the sacred site of the ancients together?"

"If it weren't for Feng Yang's sudden visit, I would have left this morning. Now that I've been delayed by a day, let's set off tomorrow morning."

Meanwhile, on Xuanjian Peak of Lingjian Mountain.

Ding Yao was climbing the mountain when she heard a shout. Turning around, she saw Zhuo Wanqiu chasing after her from behind.

"Did your son-in-law send a letter?" Zhuo Wanqiu glanced at the letter in Ding Yao's hand.

Ding Yao nodded: "It was just delivered to Nanhua City."

"It seems that the son-in-law's breakthrough at the sacred site of the sages has been paused, so the appraiser can finally take a breather today."

"What's the connection?"

Zhuo Wanqiu lowered her voice: "The disciples who were sent to the Holy Land of the Sages often sent back messages saying that the young master was making great strides in his cultivation. Since then, the Master of Appraisal has also gone into seclusion, probably because he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat him when they met again."

Ding Yao understood after hearing this, and then looked at the small, oil-sealed jar in her hand: "What is this?"

"The chili oil from Nanmofang," Zhuo Wanqiu said, raising the bottle slightly in her hand. "The Master hasn't had a good appetite these past few days, so he can only eat with something spicy."

"Didn't you buy it three days ago?"

"The one from three days ago is all gone."

The two talked as they walked up the mountain, and soon they entered the Cloud Palace.

At this moment, Yan Shuyi was sitting barefoot on a carpet with long, fine hair, her brows furrowed slightly as she looked at the dishes laid out on the table in front of her, her expression showing a hint of resistance.

Just then, Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu stepped into the hall.

The former placed the letter on the table, while the latter unsealed the bottle of chili oil and placed it among the dishes.

"letter?"

"It's from Shengjing; it seems the son-in-law has temporarily left the pass."

Yan Shuyi reached out and opened the letter, his gaze lingering on the words.

The disciple from Xiaotian Academy in the letter said that he had passed the eighth level of the Boundless Body and was thinking about the next level, so he went to Shengjing to find some information.

Since returning to the mountain, Yan Shuyi has also been trying to reach the next level, but she is still a little short, while the scoundrel is obviously much faster than her.

If he really surpasses me, then next time we meet, he can use whatever position he wants.

The young appraiser sensed the threat emanating from between the lines and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Seeing this, Zhuo Wanqiu couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did the son-in-law write in his letter?"

"He went to Shengjing to prepare for the next challenge."

"Shengjing? I heard that the demon clan delegation also went there. I wonder if the young master saw it. I have never seen the true appearance of the demon clan."

Yan Shuyi glanced sideways after hearing this, thinking to himself, "What does it look like? Ha, he's even seen its tail." Smelling the aroma of chili oil, the young appraiser had already developed a bit of an appetite. So he put down the letter, picked up his chopsticks, and decided to eat first, then reply to the letter, and continue his seclusion. He couldn't let the appraiser do whatever he wanted.

However, just as she put a small wild mushroom smeared with red oil into her mouth, she suddenly felt nauseous and abruptly got up and flew out of the main hall.

After a bout of dry heaving, Yan Shuyi raised her beautiful phoenix eyes, and after a moment of stunned silence, her face gradually fell into a daze.

"..."

"The young lady wants an abortion?"

"Yes, I would like to ask Madam Chen for your help this time. I will repay you handsomely once it is done."

"To offer such a generous reward? Do you know that this is a terrible thing to do?"

"But I had no choice. My parents wouldn't let me marry him and had arranged for me to marry the young master of the Zhou family. We were supposed to get married in a month. I never expected something like this to happen."

From the Baoji Hall in Nanhua City, a constant stream of sobs and sighs emanated, drawing glances from passersby.

Yan Shuyi, who had just arrived in the city using the Boundless Technique, was also at the door. After listening to the commotion inside, he casually walked to a nearby stall and pretended to be selecting items.

Soon, a girl with red, tear-filled eyes, supported by her maid, hurriedly left, carrying a packet of medicine and covering her face.

Seeing this, Yan Shu put down the small ornament in his hand and quietly stepped into the hall.

Madam Chen, who had just been prescribed an abortion, was feeling regretful when she saw someone else arrive and immediately straightened her posture.

The doctor was skilled in observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, and was also good at judging people. In her opinion, this young lady must be of noble birth and extremely noble.

This reminded her of the young woman from earlier, and she became slightly more wary.

"Miss, may I ask what brings you here?"

"I've been having a poor appetite lately, can't stand the smell of oily food, and am very sleepy. I've come here for a consultation."

"I see. Then please give me your wrist, Miss."

Yan Shuyi sat down in the chair, gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her slender, white arm, and rested it on the wrist rest.

Seeing this, Madam Chen placed two fingers on her pulse, carefully examined it for a moment, and then raised her eyes: "Does Miss have a husband?"

Husband… Yan Shuyi’s mind conjured up Ji You’s face, and she nodded gently.

"Is it real or fake?"

"Yes, but we're not very familiar with each other."

Madam Chen didn't hear the second half of the sentence, and breathed a sigh of relief when she learned that she was indeed pregnant: "Then I must congratulate you, it's a happy pulse, Madam."

The "pregnancy pulse" is a type of pulse that is characterized by its smooth and rapid beat, its superficial location, and its even rhythm. It indicates that a woman is pregnant.

Upon hearing this, Yan Shuyi narrowed her eyes instantly.

Sure enough, her loss of appetite and excessive sleepiness these past few days were all due to her pregnancy.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered the dog thief's heavy and deep movements at the end of each discussion, and her delicate nose wrinkled slightly.

Then she gently touched her lower abdomen, her eyes darting around inexplicably...

"Why did the appraiser suddenly disappear?"

"I do not know……"

Inside the Cloud Palace on Xuanjian Peak, Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu sat in front of the palace gate, looking at each other in confusion.

Yan Shuyi, being a powerful being of boundless power, could move thousands of miles in an instant with a thought. Therefore, even though they immediately followed her out of the main hall, they were unable to find the Master of Appraisal and could only wait in front of the hall.

Half an hour later, a faint ripple of spiritual light appeared in the air, and the young appraiser reappeared in the palace.

Upon seeing this, Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu immediately followed them inside. Before they could even speak, the appraiser reached out and placed a packet of medicinal herbs on the table, his eyes displaying a serious demeanor that seemed to be feigned composure.

When the two saw the five large characters "Beneficial Mother's Pregnancy-Protecting Formula" on the bag, they instantly held their breath, their minds filled with images of the appraiser gagging and being unable to stand the smell of fish these past few days.

Yan Shuyi glanced away and said, "The doctor said to boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, and it needs to be taken once every seven days..."

"Is it really true? We should inform the son-in-law as soon as possible!"

"This mere male concubine has only tried his best to help this master have an heir; there is no need to deliberately let him know."

Yan Shuyi stubbornly spoke, then touched her lower abdomen and said softly, "I can't stand the cold these past few months, so please go and change my winter cotton curtains..."

The arrogant ghost still stood tall and proud, exuding an imposing aura, but her eyes clearly showed the panic of someone newly pregnant, and her voice trembled as she spoke.

Upon hearing this, Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu immediately descended the mountain and headed towards the miscellaneous storage hall halfway up the mountain where cotton curtains were stored.

The so-called "avoiding wind" simply means that pregnant mothers should not go out too much or come into contact with water, but the three of them had no experience and were so nervous that they were on edge.

Upon seeing the two maids leave, Yan Shuyi couldn't help but glance at the letter on the table. She then turned around and went to the desk, taking out her writing brush and pen.

shhhhh--

After a few strokes of the pen, the tiny figure, pierced through the heart by an arrow and suspended in mid-air, landed vividly on the paper.

This time, however, it wasn't just one stick; it was almost completely filled with them, and you could feel the shame and annoyance from the scene.

After that, Yan Shuyi began to draw little figures holding swords.

All of her paintings are done this way, from left to right, because it makes them easier to paint.

However, when she got to the body, her brushstrokes couldn't help but pause slightly.

We should inform the son-in-law about this as soon as possible!

Remembering Zhuo Wanqiu's words, Yan Shuyi pursed her lips slightly and drew an arc on the abdomen of the little figure representing herself.

Of course she wanted Ji You to know, but her personality prevented her from saying "I'm pregnant with your baby," yet she really wanted him to find out on his own.

Seeing the little figure with the sword with its bulging belly, Yan Shuyi folded it up with satisfaction and put it into the envelope. Then, staring at the paper in front of him, he couldn't help but gently pick up his pen and write down the words.

It took Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu about 15 minutes to return to Yunding Tianque and retrieve all the cotton curtains used in winter.

When they returned, their master was already fast asleep, slumped over the table.

It's quite natural to feel sleepy during pregnancy.

The two exchanged a glance and gently escorted the appraiser to the bed. As she left the desk, the letters and pages filled with writing scattered on the table came into their view.

The reply was naturally for the son-in-law, and Ding Yao put it away, but the two of them stared at that piece of paper for a long time.

There were two lines of text on it. The first line read: Ji Pan, Ji Wei, Ji Hui, Ji Rou, Ji Wan'er, Ji Sisi...

The second line lists Ji Xuan, Ji Rui, Ji Yao, Ji Lang, Ji Yunyi, Ji Yongze...

Upon seeing this, the two couldn't help but exchange a glance.

The appraiser always said the son-in-law was a gigolo, and always said she was pretending not to know him, but she still used the son-in-law's surname when naming the child...

"Boss, there's a letter for you."

"Thank you."

In the mountains north of Zhongzhou, Ji You had just returned with Yuan Chen when he received a letter from the Wulu Trading Company in Zhongxing County.

When he opened it and saw the tiny figure that looked like a hedgehog, he instantly felt a chill run down his spine.

What's going on? Did that arrogant ghost find out so quickly that Feng Yang came to Shengjing with the demon clan delegation?

He asked Yuan Chen to bring him paper and pen, and after thinking it over, he wrote a reply.

"Tales are full of twists and turns, and coincidences abound. Didn't you also draw that the appraiser's belly could carry a boat?"

"?"

Yan Shuyi sat in his palace, and after reading the letter, he looked at his lower abdomen and clenched his teeth.

This little disciple of the Heavenly Academy seems to think he's quite humorous...

[You scoundrel! You scoundrel! You scoundrel! You scoundrel!]

[Yan Shuyi, don't be so arrogant, or you'll get a spanking next time we meet.]

【? 】

Yan Shuyi's eyes froze instantly upon seeing the reply again.

As for Ji You, he was also a little puzzled by the constant messages from the arrogant ghost. He felt that the other party did not seem to be really angry, but rather seemed to be acting coquettishly, with a kind of whiny feeling.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that the girl probably still wanted to wander out and find him, so she was getting restless in the mountains.

However, as the cracks in the sacred land were continuously repaired, the rate at which spiritual energy leaked out began to slow down. The energy that had originally overflowed was now slowly flowing away towards areas of lower concentration, following the laws of heaven and earth. Time could not be wasted.

So Ji You decided to try to break through the barrier first, and then go to Lingjian Mountain to see her.

After I finish this challenge, I won't do anything else; the first thing I'll do is go to Spirit Sword Mountain to see you.

Yan Shuyi received Ji You's reply and couldn't help but gently stroke her lower abdomen.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)