My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 552 Master Huixian’s Divine Assistance 1
Si Mingjing smiled, a glint in her eyes. "Right, he will always be your nephew, always the young master of the Hua Family. Even if we acknowledge him, this fact will not change."
In the hospital room, Ye Jingzhe drank two bowls of chicken soup. Feeling full, he wiped his mouth with restraint and then urged Old Madam Hua to go back first.
The little guy was afraid he hadn’t fully recovered, worried that he might still have a virus that could infect Old Madam Hua. He was incredibly filial.
Mo Yinhe personally escorted Old Madam Hua out of the hospital room, his face full of sincerity. "Once the child has recovered, I will send him back to the Hua Family so he can spend more time with the Old Madam."
Old Madam Hua was reassured and chided him fondly, "That’s a must. The Hua Family will always be Jingzhe’s home, and I will always be Jingzhe’s grandmother. Tomorrow, I will still make soup for the child and bring it myself."
Her grandson had lost so much weight, and Old Madam Hua only wanted to fatten him back up. As for who the child’s parents really were, she had adopted a more ’go with the flow’ attitude, no longer wanting to delve deeper. "You all need to take good care of my grandson," she said. "I won’t thank you for that, as it’s your duty to do so."
"Old Madam, you’re right, and I will remember that," Mo Yinhe said, never losing his temper with those he respected.
Seeing Old Madam Hua reminded Mo Yinhe of his own grandmother, who was also the worrying kind.
After Old Madam Hua and Hua Jinse had left, Si Mingjing slowly leaned her head on Mo Yinhe’s shoulder and said, "We really are bad people, snatching away the apple of Old Madam Hua’s eye like this. I feel very guilty."
"It was originally the child I planted inside you."
Mo Yinhe’s hand covered Si Mingjing’s belly. He was in a good mood and said, "Mingjing, we have seven children now. They say the dragon has nine offspring. Could it be that you actually had nine? Don’t you still have two older brothers? Could their families be hiding our flesh and blood?"
"Who knows? If there are any, they’re definitely there and can’t run away. They will eventually come back to us."
Si Mingjing decided that once the epidemic was over, she would visit the homes of her two other brothers to see if there might be any more to discover.
When the two returned to the isolation ward and had just walked in, they heard Gu Shurong’s voice exploding like thunder from the video call.
"AAAAAH! I’m so mad, so mad! Big Brother, what should we do? Who’s going to bring me delicious food when I’m this angry?"
Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, looked at Gu Shurong on the video, who was already furious to the point of exploding, and asked in a calm, rippleless tone, "Who made you angry?"
"Big Brother, Big Brother, don’t you follow the news? Damn it! There are so many people protesting in Shendu, saying that our mom isn’t the Saintess and demanding she step down. Look, look, hurry and see!"
During this time, Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, had been too sick to pay attention to social media or the news.
Upon hearing this, the Little Bingshan’s face turned extremely dark. He turned on his phone, opened the social media app, and indeed, the top trending news was exactly this.
In an instant, the Little Bingshan’s aura turned intensely cold, like the prelude to a storm.
"Big Brother, you’re angry too, right? We have to protect Mom!"
The situation in Shendu was already chaotic, nearly uncontrollable. Despite such a severe epidemic, people were still gathering in front of the Dragon King Temple to demonstrate—practically courting death. All this was instigated by Priest Zhang of the Dragon King Temple!
Upon learning about the public demonstrations, Si Mingjing turned her head and glared fiercely at Mo Yinhe. "Didn’t you say you would handle this matter? Do you realize how detrimental public demonstrations are to epidemic prevention right now?"
"Don’t worry, baby," he replied. "A zit needs to mature before it’s best squeezed."
Si Mingjing’s expression was grim. How could she not be in a hurry? She didn’t really care what the public said about her, but the crux of the matter was the gathering of crowds; people in the crowd might contract the virus!
Mo Yinhe clasped her shoulders with both hands, turning her to face him. "We’ll solve this today," he said. "Trust me. Just wait three more hours at most."
"I can’t bear even one more hour! I’ll give you two hours at most!"
Mo Yinhe said, "Alright."
This matter had been fermenting for so many days. It was time to utterly destroy Bai Chuanfeng, whom he had long wanted to crush to dust, send her to hell, and reunite her with her daughter!
At that moment, on the square in front of the Dragon King Temple in Shendu, countless people had gathered. They were chanting slogans, demanding Si Mingjing leave Mu Continent.
"That’s right, let her leave! She is not a Saintess at all! The volcano near Shendu erupted on the very first day of her ascension, and within less than three months of her ascension, Shendu fell into an epidemic. My mom died in this epidemic. I no longer have a mother! It’s all Si Mingjing’s fault! It’s all because of her!"
"I rushed back from out of town. My father and mother were gasping for air at home, both over seventy! They could have enjoyed their remaining years! It’s all Si Mingjing’s fault! She brought divine punishment upon the entire Mu Continent! She should go back to Prison Star!"
"If Si Mingjing doesn’t leave, the divine punishment won’t stop! Go back to Prison Star! Get out! Get out!"
"..."
Numerous people, brainwashed by Priest Zhang, now loathed Si Mingjing to the bone, believing she was the calamity star of Mu Continent.
Priest Zhang stood behind the altar, recording the voices of the people, and sent the footage to Bai Chuanfeng, who was far away in the Imperial Capital.
He said, "Madam Bai, trust me. Before long, I will avenge Qingshui and drive this scourge out of Mu Continent."
Bai Chuanfeng, upon seeing the video sent by Priest Zhang, felt her darkened heart finally see the moonlight through the clouds, finding a glimmer of solace.
Of course, she knew that just the people of Shendu causing a commotion was not enough; she needed the entire country’s people to join in boycotting Si Mingjing, as long as the epidemic continued to spread!
Bai Chuanfeng had lost her daughter. Her heart had completely lost its humanity. She wished for the entire Mu Continent to pay for her daughter’s death because after her daughter died, people all over the country said she deserved it. She wanted revenge—revenge against the entire country.
At this time, a submarine descended from above the Dragon King Temple in Shendu, slowly landing on the square.
Seeing this, the crowd quickly backed away to avoid being hit by the submarine.
A man in a black priest’s robe emerged from the hatch on top of the submarine. He didn’t come down but stood high at the hatch, looking down at the protesting crowd. Though he wore a mask, it couldn’t hide his saintly presence. With his white hair and beard, and a gourd at his waist, someone soon recognized him.
"Is that Great Priest Huixian?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
It was Master Huixian, who had lived in A Country for many years. He was the former High Priest of Mu Continent, esteemed throughout the land.
In his presence, the current High Priest of Mu Continent would have to respectfully address him as Grandmaster!
Priest Zhang, who was recording behind the altar, recognized the newcomer. He excitedly walked out from behind the altar, approaching with the utmost respect. "Great Priest Huixian, what brings you here?"
