Xuan Fengqian glanced at Leng Ye, whose face was filled with anxiety, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's put this matter aside for now and talk about it when I'm in a better mood."

"Haven't I explained this to you countless times? Why would you rather believe an outsider's words than believe me?"

Leng Ye knew very well that a large part of the reason why Xuan Fengqian refused to believe him was because of his past dissolute behavior.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

He ultimately paid a price for his philandering past.

"Are you really someone I can trust?"

Xuanfeng realized he had misspoke as soon as he uttered those words.

Her throat bobbed slightly, as if she wanted to try to salvage the situation.

Unexpectedly, Leng Ye had already left without a word, one step ahead of her.

"Princess, did you quarrel with your husband?" Qi Yuan glanced at Xuan Fengqian, who was squatting in the front yard with a particularly low mood, and quickly stepped forward to ask in a soft voice.

"He doesn't even want to argue with me."

Xuanfeng Qian said in a muffled voice, feeling extremely aggrieved.

If she said something wrong, he would at least give her a chance to apologize.

He, on the other hand, took a long stride and left without looking back.

"Your son-in-law would never want to argue with you. Couples always make up after a fight, so there's no need for you to worry too much, Princess."

Qi Yuan patiently squatted down beside Xuan Fengqian, calmly and gently comforting her.

Qingwu spotted Xuanfeng Qian's dejected expression from afar and suddenly clicked her tongue, "The Demon Lord is truly heartless! Doesn't he worry about the princess being harmed by treating her like this?"

Xuanfeng Qianxi glanced indifferently at Qingwu, whose face was full of schadenfreude, then suddenly stood up and walked out of the hall.

She had long seen through Qingwu's thoughts and naturally did not want to appear so disheveled in front of her.

Therefore, she turned around and silently abandoned the group of people following behind her, angrily plunging into the sparsely populated Nine Nether Forest.

"A little black dragon suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and I can't even ask about it?"

"You kept saying you'd do whatever I said, but in the end, you just disappear when you get angry. I didn't do it on purpose, and you even yelled at me..."

"This time, I will not be so easily fooled."

Xuanfeng Qian stood still in the dense forest where the miasma was rising and falling, grumbling intermittently.

She wandered aimlessly through the dense forest, intending to return the way she came after a while, but unexpectedly, a low moan that was both numbing and bone-chilling came from not far ahead.

How strange.

Could it be that the vines in the dense forest have come to life?

It is said that spring is the most suitable season for living things to reproduce and mate, and now it seems that this is indeed true.

Even these reserved and shy little spirits dare to indulge in debauchery in broad daylight.

Xuan Fengqian gently parted the fog before her eyes, stretched her neck, and after a while, she could finally see the two figures intertwined not far away.

"The Awakening of Insects?"

Xuan Fengqian covered her mouth and nose in surprise and subconsciously stepped back, afraid of disturbing the two people who were whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Before this, she had heard Leng Ye say that Jingzhe had deeply loved a woman named Yan Xi more than 10,000 years ago.

Leng Ye had clearly stated that Yan Xi had been dead for a long time and there was absolutely no possibility of her being resurrected.

If that's the case, why did Jingzhe call Yan Xi's name so affectionately?

Could it be that this little demon from the demon realm is Yan Xi's reincarnation?

wrong.

Leng Ye said that Yan Xi could not be brought back to life.

Otherwise, given how much he valued the Awakening of Insects, how could he have allowed it to wait for nearly ten thousand years in longing and despair?

Xuan Fengqian frowned, pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

She walked back, lost in thought.

But for some reason, they walked for more than half an hour and still couldn't get out of the dense forest.

As the night deepened, the pale green forest seemed to have been splashed with raven-black ink, suddenly becoming even darker.

Xuanfeng looked around and saw nothing but desolation. He finally realized that he was completely lost in the miasma.

"Sigh, my brain... it really lives up to that saying 'pregnancy makes you stupid for three years'!"

Xuan Fengqian leaned against the thick tree trunk behind him, feeling somewhat annoyed, and sulked to himself.

In fact, she could have teleported back.

Unfortunately, since becoming pregnant, she has become increasingly forgetful.

Right now, she has completely forgotten how to teleport.

Just as she was wondering where to spend the night, Leng Ye arrived just in time.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her resting peacefully against the tree trunk.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Leng Ye strode forward, picked up the ice-cold Xuan Fengqian in his arms, and felt apologetic, unsure of what to say.

"Why are you only arriving now? I'm lost."

"It's just a few steps, how did you get lost?"

Leng Yejian frowned slightly. He didn't believe that Xuan Fengqian was so forgetful that he couldn't even remember these few steps.

Or perhaps, someone deliberately confined her to this place?

Thinking of this, Leng Ye suddenly looked up at the azure sky and inadvertently noticed the heavy malevolent aura that had not yet dissipated in the sky.

"Indeed, he is still alive."

"who?"

Xuanfeng asked in a low voice, "Are you talking about fallen demons?"

Leng Ye nodded and said solemnly, "The situation is urgent, so don't run around aimlessly from now on."

"I just wanted to get out and clear my head."

"Still angry? I can tell you with certainty that what Zhimo did has absolutely nothing to do with me."

Xuanfeng Qian Shen knew that Leng Ye had already made great concessions, and also knew how much he longed for her trust.

However, after much deliberation, she finally voiced her confusion: "If there's no connection, why does she speak with such conviction? To be honest, I don't think she's a scheming woman. On the contrary, I think she's kinder than most people."

“Zhimo is indeed not a cunning person. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the mastermind went to great lengths to send her to me. The reason I kept her was simply to see how she planned to sow discord between you and me, and to see if you would get jealous. Since you became pregnant, I have always thought about doing more good deeds, so I naturally cannot kill innocent people indiscriminately as I have in the past.”

"You're something else! Could it be that you've been hoping I'd get jealous all along?"

Xuan Fengqian pursed her lips; she never expected Leng Ye to be so wicked.

Doesn't he know that she's almost driven crazy by him?

Seeing Xuan Fengqian's sullen expression, Leng Ye coaxed her repeatedly, "I'm sorry, this won't happen again."

Xuan Fengqian snorted coldly, putting on an unyielding look, "I'm not easy to coax."

"I know I was wrong."

"Why didn't you do this earlier? You've been ignoring me for so long, aren't you worried I'll be kidnapped?"

"When people are angry, they don't care about anything else. Next time, I promise I will never abandon you no matter what."

"If you dare to anger me again, I'll give birth to a whole litter of ox-headed and horse-faced demons so you can taste what it's like to be cuckolded."

Xuan Fengqian pinched Leng Ye's handsome face, uttering harsh words while unable to resist kissing his lips.

"If you dare, I will kill everyone who has ever laid a hand on you."

Leng Ye gripped her waist with his large hand, and in a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly realized something of utmost importance.

As everyone knows, apart from the ancient demonic dragon lineage who are the true form of the black dragon, no one else in this world has been able to cultivate the true form of the black dragon.

In other words, the person who looked like him back then was most likely from his clan.

The problem is that before him, the ancient dragon race had always been a single lineage.

Could it be that his father had some unknown romantic escapades?

Realizing this, Leng Ye suddenly lowered his eyes and asked Xuan Fengqian in a deep voice, "Do you know what Fu Chen's true form is?"

"Isn't he the God of Brooms? I suppose his true form is either a broom or a whisk."

Leng Ye frowned and said solemnly, "Logically speaking, whether it's a broom or a whisk, even if it becomes a spirit, it's impossible for it to cultivate a demonic body in just ten thousand years. There is still a big difference between inanimate and living things."

"All things in the world have a spirit, or perhaps he has a powerful figure helping him behind the scenes?"

"Maybe."

"By the way, do you know what my true form is?" Xuan Fengqian kissed Leng Ye's face several times, then started playing with his Adam's apple as it moved up and down, and casually asked him.

"You were born with a pure primordial immortal body, so what is this talk of a true body?"

“My father once said that my true form is a celestial herb. I always felt that a celestial herb was too humble, which is why I never mentioned it.”

A magical herb?!

Leng Ye suddenly recalled those legends about the power of the gods.

Legend has it that before the divine realm was about to perish, the gods poured all their divine power into a resilient immortal herb, hoping that this herb could turn the tide and rebuild the glorious divine realm.

Thinking this through, Leng Ye's expression became even more solemn.

He knew all too well how difficult it would be to rebuild the glorious divine realm, and he did not want such a difficult mission to fall on Xuanfeng Qian's shoulders.

If he could, he would wish he could bear these things in her place.

"Leng Ye, you are not allowed to tell anyone this secret."

"Let me have a taste and see how tender this immortal herb is."

Leng Ye gently stroked Xuan Fengqian's cheek with his calloused hands. After learning that her true form was a fairy herb, his movements became even gentler, as if he was afraid of accidentally damaging her.

He slowly closed his eyes and kissed her lips, which he always lingered on, with increasing passion.

Xuan Fengqian secretly opened her eyes and stared intently at Leng Ye, whose cheeks were flushed with passion.

She really liked how he looked at that moment; he was less aloof and cold than usual, and appeared more gentle and considerate.

Just then, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the lightning bolts gleaming white above the dome, which were hurtling toward Leng Ye's spine with lightning speed.

At that moment, she completely forgot that she was pregnant. With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed Leng Ye aside and stood there to take the brunt of the fierce lightning tribulation for him.

"A-Qian!"

Leng Ye was terrified when he saw several beams of white light strike Xuan Fengqian squarely on the top of his head.

He stared intently at Xuan Fengqian, whose hair was standing on end and whose face was charred black from being struck by lightning. He held her in his arms with a heavy heart, "Have you gone mad? You even dared to block heavenly lightning!"

Xuan Fengqian gently placed her hands on her slightly protruding belly and said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, the lightning struck my head."

"Xuan Fengqian, listen carefully to me. If you dare to risk your life again, I will not let you off lightly."

While gently stroking her frizzy head, Leng Ye carefully examined her body, which reeked of burning.

Fortunately, it was just a common rumble of thunder in the forest, and its destructive power was not great.

"Why are you being so fierce? I was just acting on instinct, and for a moment I forgot that I have a baby in my belly."

"You must remember that no matter what, you must protect yourself first. I am thick-skinned and will be fine."

Leng Ye knew that Xuan Fengqian was terrified by the coral in the Western Sea that could foresee life and death, which was why he disregarded everything and shielded him from the Lieque Thunderbolt.

At that moment, he was truly deeply moved.

While I was touched, I was mostly angry.

He simply couldn't imagine how he would live his life if anything happened to her.

Despite the cold night and the faint wind, Xuanfeng endured the dull, burning pain on his head.

To her utter dismay, her head felt like it was about to explode as a flood of previously lost memories rushed in.

As it turns out, the pain in one's heart is far more devastating than physical pain.

When she recalled that Leng Ye, who now doted on her, had once pushed her into the Nine Nether Demon Prison with a bunch of scoundrels, her once burning heart turned cold in an instant.

"A-Qian, what's wrong?"

Leng Ye stared intently at Xuan Fengqian, whose expression was gradually turning cold, and inexplicably panicked.

"Let me go."

Xuan Fengqian raised her exceptionally cold eyes, her voice as cold as frost.

She suddenly broke free from the shackles of the cold night and strode forward.

The images of how Leng Ye had abused and tormented her kept replaying in her mind.

If she could, she would rather discard that dark memory that she dared not touch.

However, reality is cruel.

First, he made her forget all the unpleasantness between them, and then, just when she fell completely in love with him, he dealt her the most fatal blow.

Right now, she doesn't know how to face Leng Ye.

After all, setting aside that out-of-nothing memory, Leng Ye is indeed an exceptionally good person.

Seeing that Xuan Fengqian's condition was not good, Leng Ye asked anxiously, "Aqian, are you feeling unwell? How about I take you back to rest first?"

"Shut up."

Xuanfeng glanced lightly at the incessantly noisy Lengye, a hint of impatience showing in his narrow, peach-blossom eyes.

Leng Ye's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding suddenly arose within him.

Judging from Xuan Fengqian's indifferent attitude, it is indeed exactly the same as before she lost her memory.

Did she remember everything?

Thinking of this, Leng Ye broke out in a cold sweat and dared not say anything more, so he could only follow behind her at a leisurely pace.

"Why are you still following me? Go back to where you came from."

My mind is troubled and confused.

She was pondering how to handle her relationship with Leng Ye, but for some reason, she could no longer be as indifferent as she was before she lost her memory.

"If you don't want to see me, just pretend I don't exist."

"Cold Night, give me some time."

Xuanfeng Qian was not an unreasonable person.

During this time, it was clearly she who had been clinging to him, insisting on marrying him, and everything had been done with her consent. Therefore, she had no grounds to accuse him of taking advantage of her vulnerability, nor could she simply leave as if nothing had happened.

Right now, what she needs most is to be alone and process everything.