297: Chapter 297 Crossing the Void: Empress, Your Husband Has Come to Pick You Up

Inside the solemn and majestic Great Xia Imperial Palace, the dragon incense, which symbolized the supreme imperial power, was shattered by a violent pressure permeating from the Void Realm.

Wu Mingkong suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes staring fixedly at the twisted Void Realm in front of the desk.

Amidst this pressure that could make the masses submit, Wu Mingkong keenly captured a trace of familiar fluctuation that made her Soul tremble.

It was the aura of the Hongmeng Origin that had once forcibly branded itself in her Sea of Consciousness and conquered her completely on the Dragon Throne.

“Is it you...”

Wu Mingkong's red lips parted slightly, her voice carrying a tremor she herself had not noticed.

Whoosh!

Just as the Void Realm twisted to the extreme, a slender black shadow, like a ghost, hung upside down from the shadows of the Imperial Study's beams without warning, steadily blocking in front of Wu Mingkong.

That was Mo Han.

This Shadow Kill assassin, left behind by Xu Chen to guard the imperial palace, held the imperial weapon dagger that emitted a chilling, ghostly light tightly in her hands, her eyes, as calm as an ancient well, staring fixedly at the space barrier that was about to shatter.

Even though the visitor's pressure was making her bones creak under the unbearable strain, even though this power was enough to crush her into meat paste instantly, as long as she had a breath left, she would never allow anyone to approach the two mistresses entrusted to her by the Young Lord.

Crack.

The Void Realm in front of the Imperial Study was torn apart as if by an invisible pair of giant hands.

Accompanied by the flickering of silver-gray spatial Formation patterns, a slender and tall figure, wearing a black python robe with golden threads, stepped calmly out of the pitch-black space tunnel.

Xu Chen's toes landed on the floor paved with gold bricks.

He raised his head slightly, his deep black eyes passing over the wary Mo Han and landing precisely on Wu Mingkong.

When his gaze touched the Empress's clearly protruding lower abdomen and her stunningly beautiful face, which looked slightly tired from days of overwork, the coldness in Xu Chen's eyes instantly dissipated, turning into a tenderness as deep as water.

“What? Haven't seen each other for just a few months, and you don't recognize your man?”

A familiar, slightly wicked and domineering smile curled up on the corner of Xu Chen's mouth.

Clang.

The imperial weapon dagger that Mo Han was gripping tightly fell from her hand onto the gold bricks the moment she saw Xu Chen's face, making a crisp sound.

This “expressionless girl,” who was always emotionless, felt her eyes turn red instantly.

Her pretty face, which always exuded a “stay away” aura, revealed a rare look of extreme grievance and fragility, showing her reliance on him.

“Young Lord...” Mo Han's voice was barely audible.

Hearing these familiar words and looking at the face she had missed day and night.

The protective shell of imperial dignity that Wu Mingkong had been forcing herself to maintain shattered completely at this moment.

Plop.

The cinnabar imperial brush that represented the power of life and death of the Great Xia Dynasty slipped from her fingertips, rolling across the golden nanmu desk and leaving a glaring red streak.

Wu Mingkong stood up abruptly.

Because of the sudden movement, the Dragon Throne behind her made a dull friction sound.

She didn't care about the nine-clawed golden dragon robe dragging on the floor, nor did she care about any etiquette.

Like a little woman who had suffered grievances outside and finally saw her pillar of support, she bypassed the desk and stumbled towards Xu Chen.

Xu Chen stepped forward quickly, first extending his right hand to gently rub Mo Han's head.

“Well done, thank you for guarding the house.”

Just one sentence made this iron-blooded assassin completely let down all her defenses and obediently stepped aside.

Immediately after, Xu Chen opened his arms and steadily pulled Wu Mingkong into his embrace.

“Don't run so fast, be careful not to hurt our child.”

Xu Chen wrapped one arm around Wu Mingkong's still firm waist, while his other hand gently covered her protruding lower abdomen.

In his palm, the gentle Hongmeng Origin slowly seeped in, soothing the fetal Qi in her body that had become chaotic due to her intense emotional fluctuations.

“You heartless jerk...”

Wu Mingkong buried her face deeply in Xu Chen's chest, her hands clutching Xu Chen's lapels tightly.

This iron-blooded Empress, who was the final authority in the court, now had a thick nasal tone in her voice.

“You've been gone for so long... I thought you went back to the Central Plains Imperial Clan, were bewitched by those vixen, and didn't even want us anymore...”

Hearing this accusation filled with grievance and jealousy, Xu Chen's heart softened.

He lowered his head, his chin gently rubbing against Wu Mingkong's hair.

“Nonsense.

Even if my women run to the ends of the earth, I will still bring them back.”

Xu Chen pulled back slightly, extended his thumb, and gently wiped the tears from the corner of Wu Mingkong's eyes.

“This crappy place, the Eastern Wasteland, has Spiritual Qi as thin as a mud puddle; how could it be worthy of my, Xu Chen's, flesh and blood?

I came back this time to set up a cross-domain teleportation array in the imperial palace and take you back to the Xu Family to enjoy life.”

Wu Mingkong stared blankly at Xu Chen, her eyes flashing with surprise and disbelief.

“A cross-domain teleportation array?

You... did you really do it?”

Establishing a teleportation array between the Central Plains and the Eastern Wasteland was an achievement equivalent to myths and legends.

Although she knew Xu Chen had a monstrous background, she didn't expect him to keep his promise so decisively.

“Old Ancestor —!!!”

Before Xu Chen could continue, a piercing, tearful cry came from outside the Imperial Study.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy vermilion doors of the Imperial Study were pushed open violently from the outside.

Princess Wu Weiyang of Great Xia, wearing a slightly loose goose-yellow palace dress, with a pregnancy bump even larger than Wu Mingkong's, rushed in like a cannonball.

Behind Princess Wu Weiyang followed two Valkyrie Puppet, exuding the pressure of a Great Emperor.

They were the bodyguards Xu Chen had left behind, so naturally, they wouldn't stop the princess.

“Old Ancestor!

You finally decided to come back!”

Princess Wu Weiyang didn't care at all that Wu Mingkong was still standing to the side.

She crashed directly into Xu Chen's arms, her tears falling like broken beads, and while crying, she punched Xu Chen's chest with her small fists.

“Do you know how much Weiyang missed you!

This little one in my belly kicks me every day, torturing me to death... I thought you didn't want us anymore...”

Xu Chen instantly transformed into a Great Master of balancing relationships.

His left hand was still firmly holding Wu Mingkong, while his right hand took the opportunity to wrap around Princess Wu Weiyang's shoulder, pulling this tearful little girl into his embrace as well.

“Ouch, take it easy, take it easy, if you punch any harder, your husband is going to vomit blood.”

Xu Chen coughed exaggeratedly twice, then lowered his head and kissed Princess Wu Weiyang heavily on her smooth forehead.

“Silly girl, didn't I come back?

Who would dare not want the most charming princess of the Great Xia Dynasty?”

Xu Chen reached out and pinched Princess Wu Weiyang's cheeks, which had become a bit rounder due to pregnancy; they still felt excellent.

“Don't cry anymore, if you cry again, the baby in your belly will be a little crybaby when it's born.”

Princess Wu Weiyang sniffed, wiped her tears on Xu Chen's lapels somewhat embarrassedly, then looked up, her large, watery eyes full of anticipation.

“Old Ancestor, what you just said... about taking us back to the Xu Family?

Is it true?”

“Of course it's true.”

Xu Chen put away his joking expression, his gaze sweeping across the faces of Wu Mingkong, Princess Wu Weiyang, and Mo Han, who was quietly waiting on the side, his tone becoming extremely serious.

“I have already inscribed the Formation on the other side.

As long as we set the coordinate hub in the imperial palace, the passage can be completely stabilized.”

Xu Chen let go of the two women and turned to look at the Void Realm he had just stepped out of.

He flicked his finger, and the other half of the Formation Plate rewarded by the System turned into a stream of light, precisely embedding itself into the Dragon Vein node beneath the Imperial Study.

Hum—

The entire Great Xia Imperial Palace shook violently.

A silver passage, emitting rich spatial fluctuations and wide enough to accommodate hundreds of people walking side by side, completely formed inside the Imperial Study.

From the other end of the passage, the incredibly rich immortal Spiritual Qi of the Central Plains, as well as the medicinal fragrance belonging to the Forbidden Ground behind the Xu Family, could be faintly smelled.

“Let's go, pack up your things.”

Xu Chen turned around, opened his arms, his smile arrogant and confident.

“Come home with your husband.”

Wu Mingkong and Princess Wu Weiyang looked at each other.

The most powerful Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty and the most beloved Princess, at this moment, simultaneously revealed beautiful smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

“Weiyang, let's go.

Mo Han, you follow too.” Wu Mingkong took the initiative to hold Princess Wu Weiyang's hand and looked back at Mo Han.

Mo Han nodded vigorously and followed quickly.

Xu Chen, with one in each arm, took his two pregnant wives, led Mo Han and the two loyal Valkyrie Puppet, and strode into the silver-glowing cross-domain tunnel.