Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Gu Yelin couldn’t stay in the White Tiger Clan forever; the forces of the ancient martial world needed his presence to suppress them, and there were also things he should attend to in the mundane world. He visited every three days, bringing delicious food and comfortable clothes for An Yiqing and the baby.

The baby was very healthy, while An Yiqing, due to her coma, didn’t have any milk. The baby had been drinking tiger milk from the White Tiger Clan. However, despite its benefits, Gu Yelin couldn’t bear to let his son endure such hardship. He promptly procured a large supply of baby formula, bottles, and baby products, along with the things An Yiqing needed, and brought them back.

After a week of recuperation, An Yiqing’s body gradually recovered. The White Tiger Clan was rich in spiritual energy, and as she meditated cross-legged daily, her strength quickly returned to its peak. During these days, she listened to Gu Yelin and Fatty Mao Er tell her many things about the outside world. She had reached an agreement with Mr. Wu, requesting him to ensure the protection of the An Gu families, which Mr. Wu fulfilled. Moreover, An Yiqing remembered friends and family who had helped her over the year. True support in times of crisis meant more than just adding to one’s successes.

However, one matter concerned her. Yu Hai was dead, and his son, Shi Yimeng, inherited the Poison Medicine Sect. Half a year ago, Shi Yimeng declared that the Poison Medicine Sect would formally emerge, no longer a secluded sect. Furthermore, Shi Yimeng personally visited Ye Chenghong to express his remorse and apologies for past events between the two families.

This left An Yiqing feeling uneasy. Shi Yimeng had a deep, calculating mind—what was he planning? She couldn’t figure it out, having no choice but to proceed cautiously.

Nevertheless, the most urgent task was to leave the White Tiger Clan as soon as possible.

Standing outside the cave, gazing up at the deep night sky, An Yiqing let out a long sigh. The Four Divine Beasts had been training in the Ancient Space for some time, and she wondered how they were faring.

Thus, one day after another passed in the blink of an eye, half a year flew by. Long Zixuan and the others hadn’t emerged from the space. An Yiqing lived in the White Tiger Clan with her little bun, as Gu Yelin visited every few days, savoring the precious warmth.

In half a year’s time, many things would happen; the An Gu families couldn’t keep it hidden any longer, for An Yiqing’s injuries were severe and couldn’t have remained unhealed for so long. Helplessly, Gu Yelin had to reveal the truth, casting a shadow over the families once more. If the seal couldn’t be broken for a lifetime, wouldn’t An Yiqing be trapped forever?

Meanwhile, in Xuandu City, Xuanjin Yulong kept thriving. Since An Yiqing awoke half a year ago, Zhang Yuksheng and others rekindled their passion. During Gu Yelin’s back-and-forth travels, An Yiqing took charge of Xuanjin Yulong again, directing its operations through video recordings.

Additionally, the Poison Medicine Sect was now completely exposed before the ancient martial world. Their acts were extremely high-profile, neither truly right nor wrong, eliciting considerable fear. Many compared the Medicine Sect and the Poison Medicine Sect, feeling the Medicine Sect lacked some vigor. Ye Chenghong merely smiled—it had never been the Medicine Sect’s purpose to compete, only to cure and save lives.

Yuxu Mountain Range, White Tiger Clan.

An Yiqing sat in the cave, holding her little bun. The little bun was over nine months old now, his white, chubby face irresistibly cute. He lay in his mother’s arms, blowing bubbles and giggling continuously. An Yiqing teased the little one with her forefinger, while Gu Yelin watched his wife and child with eyes full of tenderness.

Suddenly, a flash of light swept through the cave, and a group of four appeared out of nowhere.

An Yiqing was initially startled, then overjoyed, "You’ve left seclusion?!"

"Meow, I’ve been stifled to death, Master Jin’s back!" Old Jin flicked his golden robe and plopped onto the bedside, "I didn’t expect this cultivation technique to be so overbearing, taking so long to train. How many days were we inside?"

"Half a year," An Yiqing replied.

"What?! Half a year?! We’ve been gone half a year?!" The group was stunned; time in cultivation passed swiftly—a quick nap or closed-eye moment might span several days. Yet, unexpectedly, it had been a full six months.

"I said, how did the little bun grow this big! Turns out it has been quite a while." Fatty Mao Er stood by An Yiqing’s side, squinting happily at the little bun, "Baby, do you remember me? I’m your Auntie Mao Mao!"

The little bun blinked his large, sparkling eyes, staring intently at Fatty Mao Er, seemingly trying to recall who this adorable girl was. After a moment, he giggled out loud and reached his chubby little hands toward Fatty Mao Er.