167: Chapter 167 Murong Zhaoling, Fiancée?

She wasn't stupid; a woman as normally arrogant as Murong Zhaoling...

...performing such an intimate gesture toward Chen Shanzhi in front of so many girls without any hesitation...

...was a blatant declaration of ownership!

She was telling everyone present: This man is mine!

Ouyang Wanqing was absolutely seething with rage.

She wished she could draw her Aqua-Blue Longsword and stab a few holes directly into Chen Shanzhi.

That heartless Chen Shanzhi had repeatedly claimed he only loved her back in the illusion.

They had only just returned to reality—when on earth did he hook up with Murong Zhaoling?!

However, when Ouyang Wanqing saw that Chen Shanzhi also looked completely bewildered and utterly confused by the situation...

...the fire of anger in her heart subsided slightly.

It seemed the boy hadn't actively provoked this.

Just as the sour smell of jealousy in this hospital room's 'shura field' was growing thicker...

...it wasn't long before...

...the ward door was pushed open once again.

Dressed in court robes and wearing a face full of majesty, Chancellor Ouyang strode in, surrounded by a group of guards.

He had received a report from the Jiantian Division and hurried over directly after the morning court session ended.

The moment he entered and saw Ouyang Wanqing sitting up in bed, a look of relief finally appeared on Chancellor Ouyang's face.

But for Chen Shanzhi and Ouyang Wanqing, the instant they saw that face...

...the two of them reacted almost reflexively, the hair on their bodies standing on end!

An extremely intense chill rushed straight to the crowns of their heads!

There was no helping it; the psychological shadow from the illusion was too vast!

In the illusion, the memories of being pressured and hunted by this old fox, and finally dying a tragic death, were simply too profound!

Almost subconsciously, the two of them instantly turned to glance at each other.

Chen Shanzhi's fists clenched, and Ouyang Wanqing's hand moved toward the hilt of the sword by the bed.

But in the next second, they both realized at the same time.

Damn, this is reality, not the illusion!

Those blood feuds were only matters from the illusion.

The two quickly restrained their emotions and regained their composure.

However, that extremely brief exchange of looks did not escape Chancellor Ouyang's eyes, which were as sharp as a hawk's.

Chancellor Ouyang frowned slightly.

However, he didn't think much of it.

Instead, he let out a cold sneer in his heart.

He merely assumed that Chen Shanzhi, the notoriously top playboy of the capital, had been firmly handled by his daughter's methods.

"Wanqing."

Chancellor Ouyang walked to the bedside, ignored Chen Shanzhi next to her, and spoke directly to Ouyang Wanqing:

"You are finally awake. I have already had a carriage prepared. Come back to the manor with me first to recuperate for a few days."

Ouyang Wanqing nodded obediently. "Yes, Father."

She lifted the covers and got out of bed. When she reached the door, Ouyang Wanqing paused, her beautiful eyes shifting.

She very covertly gave Chen Shanzhi a sharp look that only the two of them could understand.

Having lived together for so many years in the illusion, how could Chen Shanzhi fail to read the meaning of that look?

It was the original wife warning her man: Keep your lower half in check, no playing around with other women!

Chen Shanzhi raised an eyebrow and curled his lip disdainfully in his heart.

This wasn't the illusion. I'm a hot-blooded Transmigration traveler who wants to build a harem!

Think you can control me? Not a chance!

...

Not long after Ouyang Wanqing left with Chancellor Ouyang...

...the ward door was pushed open for the third time.

This time, two great beauties with different charms entered.

Walking in front was Chen Shanzhi's aunt, Chen Rou.

In her thirties, Chen Rou wore a simple and elegant court dress, exuding the aura of a mature and gentle woman.

The moment Chen Rou entered and saw Chen Shanzhi leaning against the bed...

...tears fell instantly.

Without saying a word, she walked quickly to the bedside, opened her arms, and pulled Chen Shanzhi into a tight embrace.

"Shan'er... my Shan'er..."

Chen Shanzhi's head was instantly buried in an incredibly startling fullness and softness.

His nose was filled with the pleasant, mature fragrance from Chen Rou's body.

He was almost smothered to the point of being unable to breathe.

But he could clearly feel the trembling of Chen Rou's body, as well as her heartfelt concern and fear.

Chen Shanzhi's heart also felt a surge of warmth.

He gently patted Chen Rou's curvaceous back and comforted her softly, "Auntie, don't cry. Am I not perfectly fine?

Look, I haven't even lost a single hair."

Following behind Chen Rou was Tang Xiaowu, who wore a long skirt and possessed a pure, breathtaking beauty.

She was currently standing prettily behind Chen Rou.

This girl's watery, beautiful eyes were full of inseparable attachment and concern as she stared fixedly at Chen Shanzhi, her small hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes.

But what was strange was...

...even though Tang Xiaowu was clearly full of attachment to Chen Shanzhi, she was currently standing in place quite unusually, not daring to rush forward immediately.

Instead, like a startled fawn, her large eyes carried a hint of timidity as she stole glances at Murong Zhaoling standing by the bed.

Held in Chen Rou's arms, Chen Shanzhi felt puzzled as he watched Tang Xiaowu's bullied-victim appearance.

What's the situation?

On the opening day of Four Seas Academy, I held Tang Xiaowu's hand and walked in front of the entire academy!

Who in the capital with any information channels doesn't know that Tang Xiaowu is my, Chen Shanzhi's, woman?

How come now that we're here...

...the way Tang Xiaowu looks at Murong Zhaoling is exactly like a bullied concubine who just entered the family, looking at the primary wife in fear and trepidation?

This vibe is all wrong!

The more Chen Shanzhi thought about it, the more he felt something was off.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Jiang Feiyu and Shen Lingfu huddled together.

Their eyes were glowing, looking exactly like 'melon-eaters' enjoying the show of a shura field!

"Ahem..."

He finally waited for Chen Rou's emotions to stabilize.

With red eyes, Chen Rou let go of Chen Shanzhi and carefully felt him all over, confirming that he really wasn't missing any limbs.

Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief.

Then Chen Rou turned around and saw Murong Zhaoling nearby.

She naturally knew the reason why Murong Zhaoling was here.

Chen Rou sighed inwardly, then took Murong Zhaoling's hand.

Murong Zhaoling's heroic and pretty face actually turned red all the way to her ears—a rare sight—and she lowered her head, looking like a young bride.

Chen Rou looked at the bewildered Chen Shanzhi, a smile on her face that was hard to tell if it was out of relief or just a forced grin:

"Shan'er, you were in a coma before.

A huge joy... a joyful event happened outside, and you don't know about it yet."

Chen Shanzhi was a bit confused, but he felt something was wrong. He asked, "Auntie, what joyful event?"

Chen Rou pulled Murong Zhaoling, having her switch positions to come before Chen Shanzhi, and then gave a strained smile, saying:

"A while ago, the Emperor personally issued an imperial decree for a marriage alliance."

"Now..."

Chen Rou looked at the blushing Murong Zhaoling and said with mixed emotions:

"Miss Murong is already your officially betrothed fiancée!"