840 The Strongest Saint King (2)
“What’s wrong?” Lan Jiao asked.
“I’m the Saintess. I’ve interacted with that girl for so long, but I’ve never sensed an aura that I’m afraid of. She’s not a Saint King, no!”
“Would I lie to you? I know that you must want to say that that girl played some tricks again… I can tell you clearly that I’m not the only one present. Everyone saw it. That girl didn’t have a chance to tamper with more than a hundred Saintess Stones at the same time. She’s really a Saint King!”
“She’s not!” The Saintess said coldly.
“Daughter…”
“…The piece of meat in her stomach is!”
Lan Jiao was stunned.
The Saintess pondered for a moment and said, “Because it hasn’t been born yet, the Saint King’s aura isn’t stable, so I can’t sense it under normal circumstances. Today… that girl must have been agitated and triggered the fetal qi, causing the Saint King’s aura to overflow.”
Lan Jiao took a weak breath. “In that case, I remember. The Saintess Stone lit up for a while, but it suddenly stopped.”
The Saintess’ eyes were cold as she said, “If that girl is a Saint King, the Saintess Stone should keep shining.”
Lan Jiao was enlightened. “It seems that what you said is true. She’s pregnant with the real Saint King.”
It was already ugly enough to lose to that girl, but she actually had to lose to her unborn child. Thinking about how she had to kneel in front of that child after it was born and serve her like a servant, the Saintess felt uncomfortable all over!
The Saintess’ nails dug into her flesh. “What kind of luck did that girl have?!”
She had three cute sons and a perfect husband. Now, she was actually about to become the mother of the Saint King. The Saintess always thought that she was born with a good life, but after looking at that girl, she knew what it meant to be born to win.
“I’m unwilling…” The Saintess gritted her teeth. “We have to get rid of that child!”
Without the Saint King, she was still the most noble Saintess in the Nether Capital!
Lan Jiao hurriedly said, “Daughter, don’t be rash. I can guess. That slut Lan Qin must have also guessed. She will definitely strengthen her defenses. We’re not their match with our current strength!”
“That idiot Sikong Yun. If he hadn’t acted on his own and been tricked, with his status, he would have immediately razed their courtyard to the ground by mobilizing the experts of the Sikong family!” The Saintess was only concerned about pushing the blame to Sikong Yun and completely forgot that she was also a member of the group who had led a wolf into the house.
Just as she was conflicted about how to deal with Yu Wan, a rough old woman came over with a large box. She reported from outside the door, “Madam, I’ve finished packing your things. You instructed me to bring this box to your room.”
Lan Jiao gave the Saintess a look. The Saintess hid behind the screen. Lan Jiao opened the door for the old woman and said indifferently, “Put it on the table.”
“Yes.” The maidservant placed the box on the table and left respectfully.
Lan Jiao inserted the latch and the Saintess walked out from behind the screen.
Lan Jiao opened the box and clicked her tongue impatiently. “What are these servants doing? I’m not talking about this box…”
As she spoke, she casually flipped through it and a scroll fell.
“What is this?” She picked it up and opened it to take a look. She realized that it was a portrait. Her gaze landed on the portrait and paused for a long time. Then, she looked at the Saintess’ face. “You…”
“What’s wrong?” The Saintess asked.
Lan Jiao handed the portrait to the Saintess and carefully compared their appearance. She asked in surprise, “Don’t you think your face looks a little similar to the portrait?”
The Saintess looked at it. “It does look similar. Who’s in the portrait? Why does it look like that girl?”
She was wearing Yu Wan’s face now.
Lan Jiao fell onto the stool. “No wonder I felt that she looked so familiar the first time I saw her, as if I had seen her somewhere before. I’ve seen her more than once… Isn’t this Lan Qin and her eldest sister’s mother… Saintess Lan Yi? Back then, Saintess Lan Yi was chased by someone and was forced to leave the Nether Capital. She never returned. Why didn’t I think that she might have her own descendants in the Central Plains?”
The Saintess said, “Mother, you mean… Saintess Lan Yi married a Central Plains person?”
Lan Jiao said firmly, “That must be it! Otherwise, how can she explain why her face looks so similar to Saintess Lan Yi?”
The Saintess paused. After a while, she smiled sarcastically. “The children were born in the Central Plains, but the father might not be from the Central Plains.”
“Huh?” This time, it was Lan Jiao who was puzzled.
The Saintess stroked the face in the portrait. “Mother, do you still remember the rumors about the Saintess of Lan Yi?”
Lan Jiao said, “There are many rumors about her. Which one are you referring to?”
The Saintess’s fingertips scratched the face of the person in the portrait. “The one with Ancestor Sikong.”
“Ah!” Lan Jiao hurriedly covered her mouth in case she was a step later and screamed. She composed herself, removed her hand, and whispered, “You dare to say this! Aren’t you afraid of being beheaded?”
Back then, those who dared to spread this rumor among the commoners were all dealt with by the Sikong family. The Sikong family kept the rumors about their ancestor a secret. Even as the Saintess, they could not spout nonsense easily.
“I’ll only say this to you. What’s there to be afraid of? However, you only know one part of the rumors back then, don’t you? I only accidentally found out some inside information after obtaining the qualifications to enter the Nether Mountain. Back then, when Saintess Lan Yi was chased, the culprit was actually the head of the Sikong family. That head of the family wanted to marry Saintess Lan Yi, but Saintess Lan Yi didn’t agree, so he used some methods. First, he schemed against Saintess Lan Yi’s husband, and then he seriously injured her. Originally, Saintess Lan Yi had already been captured by the Sikong family, but does Mother know who let her go?”
“Ancestor Sikong?” Lan Jiao said subconsciously.
The Saintess said indifferently, “That’s right, it’s the Ancestor. The Ancestor is the younger brother of the previous family head. Mother, why do you think the Ancestor took the risk of offending his brother to release Saintess Lan Yi?”
Lan Jiao widened her eyes in disbelief. “Could… could it be because…”
“Because she’s pregnant with Ancestor Sikong’s child. If that’s really the case, then that girl is Ancestor Sikong’s great-grandson.” The Saintess touched her face. “Heh, we finally found a way to deal with that girl!”
…
“Ah! Young Madam is Ancestor Sikong’s great-grandson?” Shadow Six stood up from his stool in shock after hearing Madam Lan’s words.
“At first, I didn’t believe it either, but not long ago, I rearranged my mother’s belongings and found this inside,” Madam Lan said as she took out a brocade pouch. At first glance, the brocade pouch looked empty, but on closer inspection, there was a compartment. Madam Lan took out a letter from the compartment. “This is a letter my mother wrote to the Ancestor back then. It turns out… My mother and the Ancestor admired each other back then. However, my mother is the saintess of the Lan family. She can’t go against her ancestral teachings, so she can only hide her feelings for the Ancestor in her heart.”
“But… didn’t they say that the bloodline of the Saintess and the Sikong family can’t be fused?” Shadow Six asked.
Madam Lan nodded. “That’s right. Before I met you, I also thought that it was impossible to fuse. However, once it is fused, you will have incomparably powerful descendants.”
Shadow Six, Shadow Thirteen, Qing Yan, and the others exchanged glances—Consort Yun, an expert who had been delayed by the palace battle!
Madam Lan paused and said, “However, these are just my deductions. We have to ask the Ancestor personally if she’s his great-grandson.”
Shadow Six patted his head as he thought of something. “Aiya! Oh no! I forgot that the Saintess still has Ah Wan’s face! If she guessed this too and went to find the Ancestor first…”
Shadow Thirteen stood up. “I’ll report to Young Master!”
