Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

The Yuxu Mountain Range is the foremost mythical mountain for Xuanjin. Here, countless captivating myths are contained. The mountain is perpetually covered in white snow, and the climate is extremely cold.

Roar——!

A low roar shook the earth and mountains. Beasts on the mountain lay low to the ground, not daring to move an inch. A white figure landed, its sturdy limbs splashing up countless snowflakes from the ground. Its form was agile, entirely snow-white, and above its imposing tiger eyes, a golden "king" character gleamed brightly.

White Tiger!

The White Tiger pawed the snow on the ground, bent its body, and held its breath. In an instant, it dashed out like the wind, kicking up a cloud of snow. Upon returning to the original spot, its mouth was clasping two bloodstained rabbits.

Seeing today’s harvest, a satisfied look appeared in the White Tiger’s eyes. It tilted its big head, pondered briefly, and swiftly left the spot, sprinting into the distance.

The Yuxu Mountain Range is filled with treasures. On the towering cliffs, a white snow lotus swayed fragrantly in the wind.

At this moment, a quake shook the mountains. A figure darted rapidly from the mountainside towards this side. To it, the fierce gales, snowstorms, and heart-stopping cliffs posed no obstacle. A pair of cold golden eyes locked onto the white snow lotus, and with a lightning-fast agile figure, it charged.

In an instant, snow and wind scattered everywhere, but the white snow lotus was already nowhere to be found.

Elsewhere, in an inconspicuous spot in the Yuxu Mountain Range lay an unassuming tribe. This tribe had long lived secluded from the world, and due to the perilous geographical environment, it was never discovered by outsiders. They lived by hunting, eating the beasts within the Yuxu Mountain Range, and drinking the mountain’s clear spring water. At night, they stayed in caves, absorbing the incessant essence of the sun and moon from Yuxu Mountain.

At this moment, in an extremely spacious cave, a blazing bonfire burned brightly. A middle-aged woman in white clothes was bending over, wiping the stone table beside the bed. After a moment, she straightened up, placed the cloth in the basin, and turned to look at the silent and motionless young girl lying on the bed.

"Sigh..." A long sigh concealed much helplessness.

Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the cave, followed by a White Tiger nearly half the height of the cave walking in step by step. Upon seeing it, the middle-aged woman quickly bowed in salute.

"Clan Leader."

With a flash of golden light, the White Tiger disappeared, and a handsome man dressed in a golden robe appeared out of thin air. He stood about one meter ninety, his figure agile, and his dark long hair casually draped over his shoulders. With exquisite features, his golden tiger eyes emitted an inborn authority that made people tremble. His thick sword-like brows slanted fiercely towards his temples, exuding fierce power. The man’s lips were very thin, lacking much color. The unyielding corners of his lips made him look hard to approach. Complemented by his long sideburns and the imposing golden robe, the middle-aged woman before him dared not even lift her head in awe.

"How is she?"

The middle-aged woman shook her head, "Still asleep."

The man’s presence slightly dimmed, his tiger eyes briefly glinting with worry. He walked to the bedside, sat down, and grasped the young girl’s cold little hand, "Where is the child?"

"The nursemaid is feeding, she should be back soon."

As they spoke, a plump woman entered slowly, holding a child. Upon seeing the man by the bed, she immediately bowed.

"Nursemaid, no need for formalities, be careful not to drop the child." With a casual wave of his sleeve, the nursemaid felt a force lifting her up.

Suppressing her inner fear, the nursemaid stepped forward and carefully handed the child to the man, "Clan Leader, the baby has been very good today."

Holding the child, the man’s cold features softened a little. He gently looked at the bubble-blowing little bun in his arms and smiled faintly.

Little rascal, truly sensible!

"You may leave, I will take care of her. I caught two rabbits just now, I’ll make soup tonight to nourish her."

"Yes, Clan Leader."

The two women withdrew, leaving the cave momentarily silent. The man, holding the little bun, sat at the bedside, unmoving as he gazed at the pale woman. Perhaps she had been asleep for too long, for her frame appeared somewhat slender. Her long lashes shielded her eyes, hiding the brilliance within.

The crackling sound of the fire echoed, and in the cold mountain range, the cave felt uniquely warm.

The man gently placed the little bun beside the woman, took her hand, and lightly touched the little bun’s small hand and cheeks. The little bun immediately giggled, melting the hearts of those who heard.

"Master, you’ve slept too long, it’s time to wake up." The man mournfully stared at the woman, his voice gentle, "Old Jin is useless, couldn’t protect you well..."