Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

"..." Xu Fan's lips twitched.

I don't believe you for a second!

Why must one go to the Moon Palace to relax when going out for a stroll?

Your thoughts are practically written all over your face!

For the rest of the journey, each lost in their own thoughts, they remained silent.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a momentous event was unfolding within the Guanghan Immortal Palace at that very moment.

…………

Moon Palace.

An unparalleled beauty was sitting at a white jade table.

Beneath her moon-white long dress, her skin was as smooth as ice and her bones as white as jade, her temperament otherworldly and refined, like a celestial being from the heavens, exuding an aura of icy coldness that kept strangers at bay.

It was Meng Luoli, the second palace master of the Guanghan Immortal Palace.

Her dark hair was loosely tied up, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, making her stunningly beautiful face appear even paler. Her high, firm breasts rested on the table, swaying gently with her breath.

With her eyes lowered, long eyelashes cast faint shadows beneath them, and her hands unconsciously caressed her face, her aloof and ethereal demeanor was tinged with a lingering melancholy, as if she were burdened with worries.

Beside her stood the First Palace Mistress, Meng Anran, dressed in a plain white flowing dress with wide sleeves. Her long hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead. Her eyes and brows exuded an innate majesty and gentleness, but her gaze frequently fell on the Second Palace Mistress beside her, filled with worry.

Since my second sister returned from her trip more than a month ago, she has often appeared absent-minded.

Occasionally, when she lowers her eyes and remains silent, a blush will quietly rise to the tips of her ears, making her stunningly beautiful face even more charming, yet also more enigmatic.

even……

The bedding set in my second sister's room has been changed eight times this month...

No matter how she questioned her, the second sister remained silent.

The Third Palace Mistress, Meng Yuxuan, had eyes that sparkled like stars. If it were before, she would definitely have taken the opportunity to peek at her second sister's perfect figure, or even gone further...

But at this moment, those once bright and clever eyes no longer held their usual cunning, and instead held a hint of worry.

"Second sister, you haven't laughed properly for over a month. What happened?"

Meng Yuxuan finally couldn't help but speak, her voice tinged with grievance, "My older sister and I have asked you so many times, but you still won't tell us. Has something happened? You used to love me the most and never hid anything from me..."

Meng Luoli opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back, her brows furrowing even more tightly.

Sudden.

Her face turned pale, she clutched her chest, leaned forward slightly, and made a suppressed gagging sound, looking pained and disheveled.

"Ugh~~~"

"Second Sister!" Meng Yuxuan exclaimed, rushing forward to support her, her face full of anxiety. "Are you feeling unwell? Should we call a doctor to take a look?"

Meng Anran also stood up abruptly, her eyes fixed on Meng Luoli's reaction, but a bolt from the blue struck her mind, and an absurd yet incredibly clear thought popped into her head uncontrollably.

With trembling hands, she gently placed her hand on her second sister's wrist, despite her sister's resistance.

As my fingertips touched that slightly cool skin, a strange pulse traveled through them. It was different from the clear and melodious pulse of ordinary immortals, and also different from the sluggish pulse of sick mortals. Instead, it carried a faint yet vibrant beat. It was the breath of life, a pulse that only appears when new life is being conceived!

Meng Anran's body froze instantly, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock, her lips trembling slightly.

After a long pause, he managed to utter a few words with difficulty:

"Luo Li, you...you're pregnant?"

"What?!!!!!"

Meng Yuxuan covered her mouth and gasped in surprise, her almond-shaped eyes wide with disbelief and astonishment.

How... is this possible?

Second Sister is known for her aloofness and detachment from worldly affairs. She only wants to cultivate and occasionally ventures out to explore secret realms. She has never had any contact with the opposite sex. How could she suddenly become pregnant?

Meng Luoli shuddered, as if struck by a heavy hammer, and froze on the spot.

She slowly raised her head, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any color. Her eyes, which were usually as clear and cold as a deep pool, were now filled with fear, panic, and an indescribable sense of shame.

child……

After just one night of entanglement and dozens of times of indulgence, she actually became pregnant with an old man's child...

Although that old man was very strong...

But the odds are just too perfect!

At her cultivation level, the chances of conceiving a child are already pitifully low, let alone that old man who is only at the Innate Realm. With such a huge difference in their life levels, how could she possibly get pregnant so easily?

Her distraught appearance was undoubtedly an indirect admission of everything.

Meng Anran felt dizzy and her mind went blank.

It really is true!

The second sister of the Meng family, who is the most talented, is really pregnant!

As the eldest sister, she knew her second sister's personality well.

Meng Luoli was naturally aloof and had always disdained matters of love. Moreover, she and her sister were burdened with a blood feud. It was one thing for the third sister not to know, but the second sister would never let romantic feelings interfere with her cultivation!

The only possibility—

My second sister was raped!

Thinking of this, Meng Anran's aura suddenly turned icy cold, a terrifying killing intent surged in her eyes, and her voice was hoarse but carried an undeniable resolve:

"Luo Li, who is the father of the child?"

Anyone who dares to bully her younger sister, Meng Anran, has touched a raw nerve! No matter who the culprit is, even if it means eternal damnation, they will pay a terrible price…

"Big sister, how can you ask that?" Meng Yuxuan pouted first, quickly defending her second sister:

"Maybe you're mistaken? Second Sister isn't that kind of person!"

however.

The person involved, Meng Luoli, kept her head down the entire time.

"Father..." After a long silence, Meng Luoli finally spoke, repeating the two words softly, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips: "He's dead!"

When she left that day, she checked on the old man's physical condition and found that he was already exhausted and his spirit was fading; he definitely wouldn't live more than three days.

At this very moment, his family must already be dressed in mourning clothes and wailing for him.

"Dead? Good thing!"

Meng Anran also breathed a long sigh of relief.

But then, she frowned, her gaze turning serious as she looked at the other person: "Luo Li, what are you going to do about this child?"

"Of course they can't be kept!"

Meng Luoli gritted her teeth, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.

She raised her hand, gathering a faint moonlight power in her palm, and slapped it hard against her lower abdomen.

If that force were to strike, the faint life within the abdomen would surely vanish instantly.

"Second Sister!" Meng Yuxuan exclaimed, trying to stop her, but it was too late.

Grand Palace Mistress Meng Anran's heart tightened as she saw her second sister's hand suddenly stop just inches away from her lower abdomen.

The power of the moonlight trembled slightly, as if it could feel the faint yet tenacious pulse below. It was the pulse of life, something connected to her by blood.

A strange tenderness suddenly welled up in her heart, gently brushing against her chest.

Meng Luoli's hand trembled slightly, and the moonlight power in her palm gradually dissipated.

She looked at her lower abdomen, the fierceness in her eyes fading, replaced by a trace of confusion and reluctance.

In the end... I still couldn't bring myself to do it.

Although it was a tragic fate, it was also...

Her own child...