Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Valley of Gods, An Family Mansion.

In the hall, everyone sat together. The air was thick with a suffocating tension and anxiety. All eyes were fixed on the three people grouped around Fatty Mao Er, their faces pale with apprehension.

"How is it?" Old Master An asked.

Fatty Mao Er shook his head, "No, relying only on Xiao Hei and me is not enough. We must wait for Zixuan to return."

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple figure rushed in, followed by a tall man.

"I’m back!"

Fatty Mao Er’s eyes lit up, "Come quickly! We’ve been waiting for you!"

Long Zixuan sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes along with Fatty Mao Er and Xiao Hei. Gu Yelin nodded to the elder members of the An Family, then sat in a chair and solemnly observed the trio. His face revealed no emotions, but his tightly clenched fists betrayed inner panic and urgency.

After some time, under the expectant gaze of everyone, the three finally awoke.

"Sister An is still trapped in the Yuxu Mountain Range."

"Where is she?" Gu Yelin asked gravely.

Long Zixuan shook his head, "We couldn’t find her. Her aura seems blocked by some force; we could only locate the general direction."

"Thank you for your efforts, leave the rest to me."

Gu Yelin expressed his gratitude, stood up, and prepared to leave. Long Zixuan grabbed his clothes, "Take us with you, it’ll help."

Gu Yelin glanced at him and nodded.

At this moment, Old Master An approached. He looked at Gu Yelin with deep anticipation in his eyes, "Third boy, make sure to bring Niuniu back!"

"I will!"

...

The Yuxu Mountain Range, endlessly sprawling, covered in snow, vast and desolate.

Among the many mountains, a group was moving slowly along the hillside. The leader was holding a map, which outlined the specific divisions of Yuxu Mountain. A man in a purple shirt pointed to a place with his finger, "From the aura we sensed, Sister An should be in this area. But more specific insight is beyond us; human search is needed."

Gu Yelin nodded, took out a marker, and marked the area, "I already made detailed arrangements. Tonight we’ll rest, tomorrow we’ll start searching the mountain."

"Yes," Long Zixuan felt much more settled and thought to remind, "Have everyone be wary of possible mysterious powers on this mountain. All of us felt Sister An was blocked by some mystical force. Maybe with modern technology, this may be undetectable."

Of course, Gu Yelin would not overlook this issue; he had already meticulously briefed Cao Xiaosha and the others. The Dark Organization, Hong Ci, and the Blood Guard Army were all mobilized, nearly a thousand men ventured into this vast mountain range, searching for An Yiqing’s whereabouts.

Putting away the map, Gu Yelin turned towards the undulating mountains, his eyes filled with deep yearning.

White Tiger Clan, cave.

Old Jin walked back and forth endlessly in the cave, holding a baby in his arms. The nurse stood to the side, worriedly watching the inconsolable child.

"Little brat, stop crying. What’s the matter? Speak if there’s something wrong." Old Jin’s head throbbed from the cries; feeding wasn’t helping, and the diaper was changed. What could be the issue?

The little baby cried until their face turned crimson, their delicate features scrunched together, and their little hands flailed in the air, slapping Old Jin several times. Old Jin was anxious; could the baby have fallen ill?

The nurse, who had cared for the baby for over three months, seeing them cry so desperately, felt heartbroken. She summoned the courage to step forward, "Clan Leader, could the baby be missing their mom?"

Old Jin found some truth in these words, and he carried the baby to the bedside, placing them next to An Yiqing.

"Are you missing your mom? Here’s mom’s hand, touch it?"

The baby grabbed their mother’s slender finger with their pale little hand and stopped crying. Both Old Jin and the nurse breathed a sigh of relief, but then the baby hiccuped and, clinging to An Yiqing’s finger, wailed again.

The cries were tragic, more heart-wrenching than before.

Old Jin’s head ached, hurriedly intending to pick up the baby to comfort them further. But unexpectedly, the little one’s grip on their mother’s finger was unyielding, almost crying themselves breathless.

Old Jin furrowed his brow; it’s said the intuition of children can be uncanny—could the baby foresee something?

Just then, outside the cave, the sunny, cloudless sky suddenly grew overcast. Layers of dark clouds quickly gathered around the cave. The rumbling thunder was somber and oppressive; Old Jin was all too familiar with this sound from when Ye Chenghong and Gu Yelin underwent their tribulations.