CHAPTER 666: CHAPTER 583: GOING TO THE APPOINTMENT

One can never truly know if it’s a large heart or a deep one.

In any case, the thoughts of River Lord Ning were inscrutable and not to be guessed at.

Yun Qiuhua cleared her throat and said, "It’s not difficult to explain. Now that I’ve taken her pulse, it’s obvious that it’s not an issue with the Blood Lotus Pill prepared by my subordinates.

River Lord Ning carries two breaths within her, clearly, the little life inside has taken half of the pill’s medicinal properties. What’s needed now is just to increase the dosage to alleviate the condition."

Ning Feiyan rubbed the armrest up and down subconsciously, her movements suddenly stopped.

It seemed she couldn’t help wanting to touch her stomach, but she stopped halfway and continued rubbing the armrest.

"I understand," she replied faintly, and then calmly took a bottle of Blood Lotus Pill and removed the seal.

She poured out all the remaining twenty or so Blood Lotus Pills and was about to place them in her mouth.

Her bold and carefree attitude shocked Yun Qiuhua so much that she broke out in a cold sweat.

Although she wished that Ning Feiyan, this vexing villain, could suffer more,

she was still the Lord of Six Rivers after all. If Ning Feiyan were to die from overdose right in front of her, ten instances of her own head wouldn’t suffice for the consequences.

Yun Qiuhua quickly halted her movements, sweating profusely and said, "That’s too much...too much... Taking so many at once is seriously harmful to your essence and body. You absolutely can’t ruin yourself over such trivial matters."

Having said that, Yun Qiuhua paused, her brows furrowed as if she had caught some significant point, an idea flashing across her mind:

"Now, you really don’t have to worry. Since you’ve already broken the taboo, why should you abide by the strictures like those monks and Taoists in the temples? If you don’t want to find just any man, just let the father of the child contribute more.

Although a month is indeed a long time, throughout history, anyone who has managed to impregnate an Enchanting Demon must be extraordinary.

I can prescribe some medicines for you to take to Mi Lu Your Highness to boil and eat, the problem shouldn’t be too significant."

Ning Feiyan opened the hand Yun Qiuhua had pulled over, unmoved.

She picked up the Blood Lotus Pills one by one as if they were mere beans and ate them.

Her eyes held a trace of mocking disdain, "What are you talking about? A little rabbit not yet fully fledged with fur—how could he possibly have the ability to make me pregnant? I am Ning Feiyan, after all."

A little rabbit not yet fully fledged with fur?!!!

Yun Qiuhua’s eyes widened in shock, and she felt like the sky was falling apart.

Clearly, this was not a description of Mi Lu Your Highness—could it be that the child was someone else’s?

What kind of little rabbit could make the Enchanting Demon, who had preserved her purity for more than two thousand years, stumble?

Now the marriage between the two was imminent; Mi Lu Your Highness seemed to have never even touched her hand, and the Young Princess Consort of the Demon World was pregnant with another’s child?

This was too... too stimulating!

Was she supposed to know this secret?

The twenty or so Blood Lotus Pills in Ning Feiyan’s palm quickly diminished by more than half as she ate them quite quickly.

But she had forgotten to chew them before swallowing; her cheeks bulged, and she still sat there, self-righteously sneering nobly and arrogantly, "Pregnant? Laughable. It’s impossible for me to be pregnant in this lifetime."

Yun Qiuhua felt like something had gone wrong with her, her gaze looked dead, and she couldn’t shake this sensation of deluding herself.

"Uh, my lord, please calm down. We can talk this over properly."

Ning Feiyan placed the last few Blood Lotus Pills into her mouth and looked at Yun Qiuhua with a sinister smile, "What are you saying? I’m very calm."

If she really was calm, she wouldn’t be using such a through-gritted-teeth tone—Yun Qiuhua was terrified.

Those Blood Lotus Pills weren’t meant to be taken recklessly, and now Ning Feiyan had ingested a year’s dose, how could she withstand the bursting medicinal properties?

Yun Qiuhua watched as streaks of shockingly white hair began sprouting amongst her cascading green locks, clearly the Blood Lotus Pills were devouring her Life Force like ferocious beasts.

Ning Feiyan threw the empty bottle to the ground, tapped the sandalwood table lightly with her curled fingers, and coldly ordered, "Brew another bottle of Blood Lotus Pill, I want it now."

Yun Qiuhua stepped back two paces, voice trembling with fear, "Don’t do this, I’m scared..."

Ning Feiyan’s eyes, full of lovers’ affection, sank, betraying an indescribable fierceness and depth as she kicked over the table in front of her, leaving the porcelain, Jade Pot, and hot tea shattered all over the ground.

Yun Qiuhua’s legs gave out, and she fell to the ground, sobbing, "This reckless self-destruction of yourself is useless, the Blood Lotus Pill won’t get rid of the child, if you truly feel unhappy, I can prescribe... a medicine for you, to rid this trouble."

Upon hearing this, Ning Feiyan’s vicious gaze suddenly stiffened.

She cast a red-eyed glance at her Enchanting Demon kin on the ground, a struggle of complexity flashing across her eyes.

She eventually couldn’t help but bow her head and gently touch her abdomen, beneath the cool warmth of her palm seemed to be a tiny, frail life responding to her.

The icy malice in her eyes was quickly masked, like scattered sand, leaving her somewhat bewildered and at a loss.

But this moment of complex emotion was fleeting, and her face soon regained its cold determination, the word ’okay’ nearly slipping out so effortlessly.

At that moment, the rustling of an umbrella being shaken echoed in the courtyard, and the dim spirit light refracted by the Glazed Umbrella scattered across his clothes as if walking amidst the light of heaven.

"Prescribing medicine to rid trouble? River Lord Ning? Are you... sick?" That voice, clear and pure, sounded as if through jade, filled with a touch of doubt and subtly tinged with imperceptible concern, drifting softly into one’s ears.

Ning Feiyan’s body stiffened.

Yun Qiuhua turned to find the source of the voice, her heart still puzzled as to why such a clear and transparent voice could be heard in the Demon World.

Under the sky’s light refracting through the Glazed Umbrella, the young man’s tall figure, as handsome as a graceful tree, dressed in simple thin clothes, with brows like ink strokes and exceptionally fine bone structure, easily turning into a painting against the backdrop of the dim courtyard and light blue lake.

Having grown accustomed to the abundant spectacle of Mo City’s Royal City, when had Yun Qiuhua ever seen such a fresh and appealing young man? It was impossible to avert one’s gaze, impossible to forget him.

Perhaps feeling her intense gaze, Baili An furrowed his brows and asked, "I wonder what illness River Lord Ning has contracted? Is it serious?"

Ning Feiyan’s complexion changed slightly, about to stop Yun Qiuhua’s answer, but that wretch couldn’t wait to spill everything she knew:

"Ill? Oh, her, it’s nothing serious, just pregnant, barely a month, just confirmed by taking the pulse.

Perhaps the news was too shocking for her, causing a temper tantrum, enough to overturn my table.

Heh, Enchanting Demons are not usually of fertile nature, one can only wonder which formidable rabbit managed to impregnate the well-known Ning Feiyan, I can’t help but admire him, truly impressive.

But judging by her earlier demeanor, she seems reluctant to keep the child. We were just discussing when to take the medicine to terminate the pregnancy."

Seeing the beautiful young man she fancied, Yun Qiuhua even stopped using formal titles for River Lord Ning and just said ’her’ and ’Ning Feiyan’.

Truly, ’facing beauty’, life itself seemed of no concern.

Ning Feiyan felt murderous.

Baili An stunned for a while, his dark and gentle eyes rolling slightly, he stepped forward unhurriedly to Ning Feiyan, his gaze serene as the night, yet tender, "You...are pregnant?"

Ning Feiyan covered her cheeks with her hands, her mind a jumbled mess; she was both emotionally chaotic and weary, "Why have you come here?"

Baili An made a sound of acknowledgment, pulled out a little cloth pouch tied with a blue string from his bosom, its contents bulging:

"You forgot your broad beans and sunflower seeds at my place. I’ve packed them and brought them over for you to snack on if you get bored during today’s banquet."

Ning Feiyan’s gaze lightly skimmed over the fabric pouch in his hands, her eyes devoid of emotion, and she stretched out her hand to receive it.

As she was about to touch it, Baili An’s outstretched hand retracted a bit, his black eyes deepened with the color of the night’s rain pausing upon them, "Are you going to terminate the pregnancy?"

Ning Feiyan frowned, not wanting to answer this question, and continued to reach for the snacks.

Baili An stepped back, withdrawing his hand and not allowing her to take it, his eyes seriously asked, "That must hurt, aren’t you afraid of pain? Or maybe just let it be?"

Ning Feiyan’s outstretched hand trembled and stopped.

After a long time, she hummed a sound of acknowledgment, "I’m afraid of pain, I’m most afraid of it."

Baili An smiled, and this time, he proactively placed the small cloth pouch into her palm, saying, "Didn’t you ask me to come and find you at the appointed time for the engagement?"

Ning Feiyan made a sound of realization, "It seems like the time has come."

Stepping on the dewy morning grass, they walked side by side.

Under the umbrella, Ning Feiyan opened the small cloth pouch in her hand.

Inside were shelled broad beans and sunflower seed kernels, plump and white, piling together, exuding a faint fragrance of crispness.