129: News of Xiao Qingyun

"Your Majesty, I already have several lovely wives at home," Yang Lingchen said with a deep frown, his face full of helplessness and annoyance.

He truly couldn't muster even a shred of interest in the noble princess of the imperial family.

"No matter. Since ancient times, which outstanding man hasn't had a flock of wives and concubines? Compared to my vast harem, you're still far behind."

After speaking indifferently, Huangfu Haotian turned to Li Gao, who was standing respectfully nearby, and said, "Summon Furong for an audience."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Li Gao quickly responded and then cautiously withdrew.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen's face was incredibly gloomy, as if it could drip water. If it weren't to check whether the person living in that palace was indeed Xiao Qingyun, he probably wouldn't have been able to stop himself from completely turning hostile.

Although he was currently no match for Huangfu Haotian, he knew in his heart that if he wanted to leave, the other party wouldn't be able to stop him at all.

Thump... Thump... Thump... Thump... Thump...

Just then, a series of heavy and violent footsteps on the floorboards echoed from outside the hall.

"Imperial Father, where is my Consort?"

Then, a figure appeared—a massive, obese ball of a person weighing nearly five hundred pounds waddled in.

"What's going on?"

Out of intense curiosity, Yang Lingchen couldn't help but look back, and he was so startled that the pores all over his body nearly stood on end in horror.

"Holy sh*t, this can't be Princess Furong!"

It felt as if ten thousand rampaging Fuck were stampeding through Yang Lingchen's heart.

"Furong, this is your future Consort, Yang Lingchen. Today, I shall personally bestow this marriage upon you," Huangfu Haotian said with a slight smile.

When Huangfu Furong saw Yang Lingchen, a flash of extreme, feverish heat instantly crossed her eyes.

"Thank you for the marriage, Imperial Father."

"Furong, take Yang Lingchen for a tour! From now on, he will live with you," Huangfu Haotian instructed casually.

"Yes, Imperial Father," Huangfu Furong replied. Without another word, she grabbed Yang Lingchen and began striding out.

Meanwhile, Yang Lingchen's face was devoid of any expression as he was dragged roughly around the imperial palace by Huangfu Furong.

"Kid, are you unhappy being This Princess's Consort?" Huangfu Furong suddenly turned around and glared fiercely at Yang Lingchen.

"No," Yang Lingchen said expressionlessly, his voice cold and flat.

"Then give This Princess a smile," Huangfu Furong said in a cold and forceful tone.

"Hehe..." Suppressing his inner disgust, Yang Lingchen forced himself to make an extremely perfunctory, grinning expression.

"That's more like it. Why aren't you putting your arm around This Princess?" Huangfu Furong gave Yang Lingchen a harsh side-eye.

"Fuck, do you have no idea how much you weigh?"

Suppressing the urge to vomit, Yang Lingchen first looked at Huangfu Furong's waist, which was as thick as a giant water vat, and then at his own slender arms.

Finally, steeling himself, he reluctantly put his arm around her and feigned an impatient, fawning look. "Princess Furong, can we find a quiet, secluded place to... get to know each other better?"

"You naughty man, look at how eager you are. Come with This Princess!"

With that, Huangfu Furong laboriously twisted her round, barrel-like waist and struggled to walk forward.

Seeing this, Yang Lingchen quickly followed.

Under Huangfu Furong's arrogant lead, the two soon arrived at a remote, deserted, and eerie Cold Palace.

"You naughty man, why haven't you come over to undress This Princess yet?"

At this moment, the fleshy-faced Huangfu Furong lay sprawled out on an incredibly sturdy chair.

"Coming, coming."

With a cold sneer and an imperceptible cold light in his eyes, Yang Lingchen slowly walked toward Huangfu Furong.

Just as Huangfu Furong was full of joy and preparing for a grand battle with Yang Lingchen in this Cold Palace, Yang Lingchen suddenly lunged. With thunderous force, he pulled out a thick, sturdy club and struck her hard on the neck.

Bang.

Huangfu Furong was knocked unconscious on the spot by Yang Lingchen's swift blow.

After knocking her out, Yang Lingchen didn't hesitate to perform the mysterious Soul Searching Technique on her. In a short while, Huangfu Furong was foaming at the mouth and had completely stopped breathing.

Having obtained Huangfu Furong's memories, Yang Lingchen quickly performed the miraculous Shapeshifting Technique, instantly transforming himself into her likeness.

Then, Yang Lingchen sprinkled some highly corrosive Corpse-Dissolving Powder on Huangfu Furong's body. Within a few breaths, her corpse completely vanished from the world, as if it had never existed.

Based on Huangfu Furong's memories, Yang Lingchen strode quickly toward that palace.

Due to Huangfu Furong's noble status as a princess, Yang Lingchen encountered no obstacles along the way and successfully found the palace where the lady surnamed Xiao was located.

Just then, Yang Lingchen's powerful and sharp Divine Sense detected several strong and deep Auras hidden around the perimeter of the palace.

Judging from these hidden Auras, the cultivation levels of these people should be around the third layer of the Emperor Realm, with unfathomable strength.

Of course, with Yang Lingchen's current profound strength, it was very simple and easy to avoid these people.

At this point, Yang Lingchen changed back to his original appearance because moving in Huangfu Furong's obese and bloated body was too restrictive and inconvenient.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Yang Lingchen's figure turned into a lightning-fast afterimage, and with a whoosh, he slipped into the mysterious and magnificent palace.

This was a magnificent and very gorgeous palace.

Inside the palace, precious and rare Gentian Sandalwood formed the beams, sparkling Crystal Jade Walls served as lamps, and rare pearls from the deep sea acted as curtains. The pillar bases were crafted from fine gold. Beside the six-foot-wide agarwood bed hung dreamlike Shark-silk curtains, embroidered with silver-threaded crabapple flowers. When the wind blew, the silk moved slightly, making one feel as if they had fallen into a world of clouds and phantom seas, intoxicating the soul.

Although the palace was elegant and luxurious, the environment was very quiet and tranquil.

Yang Lingchen released his powerful and sharp Divine Sense, searching the palace cautiously and thoroughly.

At this moment, his heart was incredibly tense and anxious, filled with expectation. He hoped that the lady surnamed Xiao was the Xiao Qingyun he had been searching for so bitterly, yet he was also afraid—afraid that he would ultimately leave in disappointment.

Just then, Yang Lingchen's Divine Sense detected two vibrant life forces in a spacious and bright living room not far away. One of the Auras was very similar to Xiao Qingyun's.

And the other Aura was actually Huangfu Haotian.

Sensing Huangfu Haotian's Aura, Yang Lingchen immediately restrained his own Aura to the extreme and then quietly crept toward the living room like a ghost.

As he neared the living room, Yang Lingchen was finally certain that the person inside was indeed the Xiao Qingyun he had always cared about.

He pressed his body against a roof beam like a gecko, completely holding his breath to avoid being detected by Huangfu Haotian's sharp senses.

"Xiao Qingyun, do you still not understand my feelings for you?"

Huangfu Haotian's voice was cold, spoken with an indisputable, overbearing tone.

"Huangfu Haotian, I have already made it very clear to you. I am a married woman and cannot marry you. Please let me go," Xiao Qingyun's voice was resolute, filled with unwavering determination.

"Hmph, I cannot possibly let you leave. Furthermore, I tell you, there is no woman under heaven that I cannot have, and you are no exception."

A haughty Aura of looking down on the world and being the sole supreme being appeared in Huangfu Haotian's eyes.

"Holy sh*t, you Old Scoundrel! How dare you try to steal my woman? I'll exterminate your entire clan!"

In that instant, a wave of monstrous fury surged in Yang Lingchen's heart, his anger like a raging, crashing wave.

His woman had actually been imprisoned in this imperial palace all this time, and this Old Scoundrel actually wanted to force her into marriage. How could he endure this? How could he not be filled with righteous indignation!

[Sigh! It's stone cold, not even a single comment.]