Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 699 - 346 Shura Prototype_2

Chapter 699: Chapter 346 Shura Prototype_2

Luo Wanqing’s delicate face suddenly darkened, her sharp phoenix eyes locking onto Zhou Chang: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, or fart if you must! I still need to teach Er Liang swordplay and don’t have time for your nonsense!"

Faced with her domineering and proud attitude, Zhou Chang, in the past, would have likely shrugged it off with a couple of self-deprecating remarks.

But under the influence of Ran Qingchen’s descent into darkness, this Emperor—who perhaps had long suppressed his resentment and fury—finally failed to contain his temper and said coldly:

"Luo Wanqing, you are the Empress, and I am the Emperor! You are my wife! I can make you Empress, and I can just as easily depose you! Do you truly believe I won’t dare touch the Luo Family?"

Luo Wanqing froze for a moment.

It was the first time he had lost his temper in front of her.

But Luo Wanqing, proud as ever, was not someone easily frightened. She sneered and retorted:

"If you truly want to wipe out that bastard Luo Mingtang, I’ll personally thank you. As for this useless Empress title, do you think I care? Depose it if you want—this old lady couldn’t care less!"

Flinging her sleeve, she brushed past him.

Zhou Chang instinctively reached out to grab her arm but caught nothing but air.

"Luo Wanqing!"

Veins bulged on Zhou Chang’s forehead.

Luo Wanqing stopped in her tracks, turned back, and narrowed her phoenix eyes in a cold smile:

"Zhou Chang, don’t think that controlling the Asura Queen means you’ve secured your position. I’d like to see how much of this world you can truly claim."

Zhou Chang abruptly calmed down.

He glanced toward the high platform of the Astronomical Observatory, his brows furrowing. Then, shifting his gaze back to the frosty-faced Empress, he said apologetically: "I drank a bit too much and got carried away."

Exhaling a long breath, Zhou Chang smiled: "No matter how much of the world I conquer, you will always be the mother of this nation. Whether you believe me or not, aside from Jiang Wan, you’re the woman I care about the most. Because you’re my wife—the wife who will accompany me through life."

Gently brushing away a petal from his shoulder, Zhou Chang glanced at Jiang Erliang and turned to leave.

"Tch, hit his head or something."

Luo Wanqing pouted her lips and walked toward Er Liang.

"Mistress, are you truly the Master’s wife, or that other man’s wife?"

Er Liang asked curiously.

Luo Wanqing rolled her eyes: "Neither."

Seeing Er Liang lower her little head in disappointment, Luo Wanqing smacked her own forehead and quickly amended:

"Uh, for now, I am your Master’s wife. After all, your Master and I have consummated our marriage, so you can just stay by my side and focus on practicing your swordsmanship. I promise you, I’ll make sure you see your Master again."

Hearing this, Er Liang’s face lit up with a bright smile. She nodded vigorously:

"Okay."

A ray of light brushed across the young girl’s smiling face, her delicate, fair skin illuminated with a faint golden glow, rendering Luo Wanqing momentarily dazed.

Cuddling the girl tightly in her arms with a mix of affection and concern, she whispered:

"You little troublemaker, you’re becoming more enchanting by the day. We’d better leave this palace as soon as possible, lest that Zhou Chang starts eyeing you."

Zhou Chang’s earlier gaze at Er Liang had given Luo Wanqing a sense of unease.

Though she had the strength to protect Er Liang, if Zhou Chang truly gained control over the Asura Queen, there would be almost no one left in the world capable of challenging him.

Not to mention, Zhou Chang’s temperament was growing increasingly volatile.

If he became truly invincible, such a man might be even more prone than a Shura to acting upon his darkest desires and impulses.

"Mistress, can you give me back that little wooden carving?"

Er Liang wriggled free from Luo Wanqing’s warm embrace with some difficulty, tilting her small head up to plead, "I promise I won’t play around anymore and will seriously practice my sword skills if you return it to me."

The small wooden carving was something she had painstakingly crafted herself.

It bore an uncanny resemblance to her Master.

When sword training became too grueling, she would take it out and gaze at it to fuel her longing, only for it to be confiscated by her Mistress.

"Uh, I’ll return it in a couple of days."

Upon hearing this, a faint and uncharacteristic blush appeared on Luo Wanqing’s cheeks. She dismissed the request casually without addressing Er Liang’s further pleas and hastily retreated to her private quarters.

"If it weren’t for Er Liang’s reminder, I almost forgot—I let that Zhou Chang get under my skin."

She lifted the luxurious hemline of her phoenix robe.

Pulling out the wooden carving, she inspected it.

The carving, nurtured with rare liquid elixirs, exuded a musk-like fragrance, its surface gleaming with a faint dew.

"Useless thing. At the end of the day, it’s that accursed brat I really need."

Luo Wanqing sighed.

Regret washed over her. She thought, back then, she should’ve brought along a couple of buckets to store more ’reserves.’

Draining that kid dry wouldn’t have mattered.

——

In the Capital, within a secluded tavern.

A dimly lit room was filled with flickering candlelight, and four figures sat around a table.

These four were Yeying, Meiniang, the feline-masked Lord Cat, and a man with a serpent-like mask who had attended the previous Sky Shadow Organization gathering.

"Looks like Hu isn’t in the Capital."

Meiniang, dressed as always in a seductive high-slit gown, crossed her arms over her chest, flaunting an ample cleavage accentuated by the dim candlelight.

The mysterious cat-masked man spoke softly: "He’s gone to Minzhou City."

"Ha, is he planning rebellion?"

Meiniang sneered.

The four, all well-versed in intelligence, understood the situation in Minzhou.

"Recently, the organization has suffered many losses, and no fresh blood has been recruited to replenish us. This doesn’t bode well for Sky Shadow’s future. I’m not sure what Mr Zhuge is planning."

The serpent-masked man’s raspy voice reflected some discontent as he turned toward the silent Yeying and said:

"Yeying, I hear you’re close to Old Mr. Zhuge. Can you shed some light on this? If the organization isn’t going to thrive, I’d rather withdraw early."

The remaining two also fixed their gaze on Yeying.

In the past, a fallen member would quickly be replaced with a newcomer. But since the deaths of White Sheep and Black Monkey, aside from the woman in the white deer mask last time, no one else had joined, and intel exchanges had dwindled significantly.

Yeying shook her head slowly: "I don’t know either. I only heard Old Mr. Zhuge speak a single prophecy."

"What prophecy?" Serpent Lord asked.

Yeying’s crimson lips parted: "Heaven and earth overturned—this very day."

The three frowned deeply, falling into contemplation.

Though Zhuge Xuanji had a penchant for mystification, he sometimes hit startling accuracy.

Yeying tapped her fingers rhythmically on the table and continued:

"Since it’s just the four of us here today, let’s share intelligence freely rather than trade it. If anyone objects, they can leave now."

"What do you want to know?" The serpent-masked man turned to her.

"The situation regarding the Ran Mansion and Ran Qingchen."

Yeying replied.

The serpent-masked man shook his head: "I don’t know much. All I know is that the Ran Mansion is under the Hidden Guard’s surveillance—nothing more."

Lord Cat remained silent.

Meiniang traced her fox-shaped mask with slender fingers and let out a chuckle: "Since dear Yeying called us here, I’ll indulge you, little sister."

"Currently, everyone in the Ran Mansion is tightly monitored and captive. Ran Qingchen has returned to the Capital and is imprisoned within the Imperial Palace. The details of her situation remain unknown."

"However, the Ran Family seems to have renounced her altogether. That spineless Mr. Ran, Ran Jinyi, decided to sever ties with her under his wife’s manipulation, nearly enraging the old matriarch to death. Haha..."

At this, Meiniang chuckled with schadenfreude, though her gaze betrayed hints of mockery and a complexity she didn’t fully voice.

After a pause, she resumed: "If my deductions are correct, once that wretched Emperor fully exploits Ran Qingchen, the Ran Mansion will be bathed in blood."

Yeying listened while her fingers tapped lightly against the table, mulling over the current state of affairs.

Ran Qingchen’s sudden return to the Capital was something she had not anticipated.

Or rather, she had, but it had been too late to prevent it.

Given that Qingchen was Jiang Shouzhong’s wife—or perhaps now his ex-wife—Yeying remained hopeful she could protect her, as well as her family.

But for now, her chances seemed slim.

Just then, Lord Cat spoke up: "I have no interest in the Ran Mansion or Ran Qingchen, but I do have intelligence tangentially related to them. It’s about Jiang Wan."

Jiang Wan?

The other three’s eyes lit up.

Regarding the once-dazzling Unparalleled Sword Immortal, their curiosity piqued.

Especially with intelligence suggesting that, upon Jiang Wan’s death, the reincarnation relic she nurtured had been passed onto someone—more specifically, a pregnant woman.

This implied that Jiang Wan might one day be "reborn."

Adjusting the porcelain cat mask on his face, Lord Cat spoke slowly: "Jiang Wan’s reincarnation relic was enshrined at Famous Sword Villa."

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