The Demon Lord Is Carrying My Child - Chapter 14

After Chen Li finished listening, he appeared lost in thought. After a moment, he asked Ji Shutao, “Zhuang Yi threw herself into danger just to save you… Is she very badly injured?”

“Very badly,” Ji Shutao replied with a bitter smile.

Zhuang Yi had ascended North Chen Mountain twice, and both times she had been severely wounded. Later, they encountered demons who sought to assassinate Zhuang Yi. Already at the end of her tether, Zhuang Yi had endured another battle the previous night. Recalling these past days, Ji Shutao realized it had always been Zhuang Yi protecting her. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of immense guilt, nearly breaking into tears.

The three senior brothers had never seen such an expression on their little junior sister’s face guilt, self-reproach, heartache, and a sense of deliberately restrained… love?

What the hell, Cun Ming was the first to shout inwardly. How could such restrained love appear on Little Junior Sister’s face? And the most crucial point is that the object of that love is Zhuang Yi.

Once Ji Shutao’s emotions had stabilized slightly, Chen Li asked a vital question: “Why did Zhuang Yi take you away?”

The words were on the tip of her tongue, yet Ji Shutao hesitated over whether she should tell them. They were her beloved brothers, but she didn’t know if they could accept it. This was Zhuang Yi the Demon Venerable, the arch-nemesis of North Chen Mountain. Ji Shutao swallowed her words and said, “I don’t know.”

“Then where did she intend to take you?”

Facing Chen Li’s sharp gaze, Ji Shutao’s tongue nearly tied itself in knots. “I… I don’t know that either.”

“Were the two of you just wandering aimlessly?”

“Perhaps,” Ji Shutao said, lowering her head.

Chen Li let out a long sigh and stopped questioning her.

Ji Shutao didn’t understand why he sighed, but Wu Huo walked over and patted her on the shoulder. “Little Junior Sister, do you realize you have a habit of not daring to look people in the eye whenever you lie?”

Ji Shutao looked at her three brothers in shock. It was the first time she herself realized she had such a habit, yet her three brothers were clearly well aware of it.

“That’s not all, Little Junior Sister. Your emotions are always on display. Just now, when you mentioned Zhuang Yi being injured, you looked visibly distraught.”

Feeling somewhat at a loss, Ji Shutao instinctively tried to lower her head again. “Seventh Brother…”

“Just say what needs to be said. Your brothers aren’t outsiders,” Cun Ming said, pulling Ji Shutao into a side-hug and patting her head.

Seeing the unreserved gaze of her brothers, Ji Shutao spoke haltingly, “I… I’ve fallen in love with Zhuang Yi.”

That was fine; that was still within the brothers’ range of acceptance.

Ji Shutao gritted her teeth, deciding to spill everything at once: “And Zhuang Yi is pregnant with my child.”

It was as if a bolt of lightning had exploded over their heads. The three brothers widened their eyes in perfect synchronization, staring at Ji Shutao in utter disbelief.

Chen Li murmured, “No wonder Zhuang Yi got hurt.”

For someone as formidable as Zhuang Yi someone who dared to challenge the entire North Chen Mountain alone if she had been severely injured because she was pregnant, it finally made sense. Otherwise, how could an unknown organization possibly capture her?

Chen Li’s expression shifted rapidly. He was using Ji Shutao’s words to solve the puzzles in his mind, attempting to dilute the staggering impact of the news that Ji Shutao loved Zhuang Yi and that Zhuang Yi was carrying her child.

Cun Ming lowered his hand. He wanted to pat Ji Shutao again but gave up after a moment of internal struggle.

Seeing the soul-shaken expressions of his two brothers, Wu Huo plucked up the courage to ask, “Little Junior Sister, how… how did you two start?”

Ji Shutao rubbed her head. “I forgot.”

“Was it during those few months when you snuck down the mountain?”

Cun Ming had investigated that period but had come up empty-handed. The person who had injured Ji Shutao was truly cunning, leaving not a single trace behind.

“Yes…” Ji Shutao nodded. “The two times she came to North Chen Mountain, she had no other purpose but to take me away. Our journey west was only because she wanted to go to the West Mountain to restore my memory.”

“The Demon Race is full of vast supernatural powers; does no one there have a way?” Chen Li still gripped his sword tightly, seemingly not yet recovered from the shock.

“No. Even the Sixth Elder couldn’t find a way. Zhuang Yi was hell-bent on taking me to the West Mountain, so I reckon the Demon Race doesn’t have a solution either.”

Silence a long, heavy silence. None of them had the desire to speak; even if they did, they wouldn’t know what to say.

It wasn’t until the first light of dawn broke that Chen Li’s face looked like a divine statue in the sunlight. He asked, “Little Junior Sister, have you thought about what will happen if Master finds out about this?”

“I haven’t thought about it for the time being, but I’ve already made up my mind,” Ji Shutao said, gritting her teeth. “I want to be with Zhuang Yi. As for Master’s side…”

Her resolve suddenly flickered, and she muttered, “I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.”

Chen Li sighed again. He looked at his two younger brothers, and the three of them nodded to one another. Chen Li patted Ji Shutao’s shoulder and said, “Little Junior Sister, you’ve grown up. We believe you should understand how to make your own choices. As your brothers, all we want is for you to live well. As long as Zhuang Yi doesn’t kill the innocent, ‘Demon Venerable’ is just a title we can accept it. As for Master… we will keep it from him for now.”

Ji Shutao looked up at Chen Li. The Eldest Brother had always been very strict, and the playful Ji Shutao had been scolded by him many times, yet he was also the one who always brought her plenty of delicious food and fun toys.

Ji Shutao puckered her lips. She hadn’t expected her brothers to reach such a decision. Her heart turned soft and mushy, and she lunged toward the three of them, beginning to cry.

“Alright, alright, let’s go.” Chen Li pulled Ji Shutao up. Looking at her face, which was a mess from crying, the three of them didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Ji Shutao looked up to see nothing but the doting, smiling faces of her brothers.

“Quickly, wipe the snot and tears off your face.” Cun Ming tossed her a handkerchief with an air of mock disgust.

Wu Huo teased, “We just said Little Junior Sister had grown up, and in the blink of an eye, she’s back to her old self.”

Ji Shutao covered her face and turned around, trying to make herself look less embarrassing.

My brothers are truly so good to me. Thinking of this, Ji Shutao felt like crying again.

The reason the brothers had accepted this so easily and openly was that Ji Shutao’s state of mind was unexpectedly good.

Even though she looked distraught because Zhuang Yi had been captured, this “distraught” was entirely different from how she had been on North Chen Mountain.

The memory-less Ji Shutao on North Chen Mountain had been like a walking corpse, doing things that went entirely against her own heart.

Zhuang Yi was like her soul. When she spoke of Zhuang Yi, her eyes sparkled.

A person cannot live without a soul. If losing someone is like losing one’s soul, then that person has become the meaning of one’s entire life.

Having witnessed Ji Shutao in her “soulless” state, the three of them truly couldn’t find it in their hearts to be cruel.

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