AWB Chapter 2242 - 643: Country Bai Beginnings_2
Chapter 2242 - 643: Country Bai Beginnings_2
"Miss Ruan, don’t you want Mr. Xia to be protected?" Bali frowned.
"Of course I do, but I hope even more that he can be at ease and happy. Mr. Bali, perhaps you don’t understand Xia Hao yet. Despite his reserved nature, he has his own pride. If this situation were you, would you accept such endless protection?"
Bali pressed his thin lips tightly, unable to answer Ruan Xue’s question.
Seeing this scene, An Yiqing smiled. Ruan Xue usually seemed carefree and indifferent, but when it came to Xia Hao, she had a delicate mind and a tender heart.
"Eddie, Bali, I understand your concerns. But personally, I think Haozi must grow up quickly. Time waits for no one; you can’t protect him forever."
Eddie and Bali exchanged glances, feeling that An Yiqing’s words carried a deeper meaning.
"Tingting, Xiao Xue, I want to eat takoyaki from the shop across the street." An Yiqing said with a smile to Gu Tingting and Ruan Xue.
Gu Tingting and Ruan Xue shrugged, said nothing, and left with their wallets.
"Miss An, you deliberately sent them away..."
"Is there a rumor among the Blood Clan that a catastrophe will occur three years later?" An Yiqing asked solemnly.
Eddie blinked, a bit confused, "I’ve heard about it before, but it hasn’t been verified. Xiao Qing, is this true?"
"It’s true; the information has been confirmed." An Yiqing’s tone was slightly heavy. "A hundred years ago, someone predicted that within a century, Xuanjin and even the whole world would face a catastrophe. If we get through it, all will be well, but if not, who knows what will happen to us. A few days ago, I went to Flower Island to verify this personally with the Sect Leader of Xuanmen, Tang Zhifeng. The catastrophe will occur three years later, and the details are unpredictable. So, Bali Eddie, no one can predict what the Blood Clan will be like or what the outcome will be three years later. The Purple-Gold Blood Emperor is your king; he must become strong quickly to gain a chance for the Blood Clan."
Eddie and Bali gasped in shock. The Sect Leader of Xuanmen, Tang Zhifeng, was well-known, and his personal acknowledgment couldn’t be false. If the catastrophe three years later is real, then the Blood Emperor Heir must rise rapidly within a short time.
An Yiqing put down her water cup, her expression cold. "So, do you understand what I mean? Whether for Xia Hao or for the Blood Clan, he must become the true Purple-Gold Blood Emperor."
Eddie and Bali nodded dumbly, still reeling from the shock of the three-year catastrophe.
"Xiao Qing Beauty, I agree with what you said. But after Bali and I leave, Mr. Xia’s personal safety..."
"Next week, I will go to Country Bai; Haozi and Xiao Xue will go with me. As long as I am alive, I won’t let them lose their lives." An Yiqing solemnly promised.
Eddie glanced at Bali, hesitated for a long time, and finally clenched his teeth and nodded hard.
"Alright!"
When Gu Tingting and Ruan Xue returned, the conversation had already ended. An Yiqing buried the previous discussion in her heart, chatting and laughing with the two. However, Bali and Eddie remained in shock, apologized, and left early.
This matter must be reported to Old Prince Bruch; the Blood Clan needs to prepare in advance.
The day after meeting with Bali and Eddie, An Yiqing received a call from the photography studio—the wedding photos they had previously taken were finally ready.
Upon hearing this, An Yiqing immediately arranged a time to pick up the photos with the studio. That afternoon, she and Gu Yelin, hand in hand, went to the studio.
"Mr. Gu, Mrs. Gu!" The studio’s staff all recognized An Yiqing and Gu Yelin, warmly welcoming them upon their arrival.
An Yiqing smiled and greeted everyone, "We arranged this morning to come to get the album."
Upon hearing this, the staff quickly verified the information and took out the beautifully packaged large album.
"As per your instructions, all sizes of photos have been framed. Mrs. Gu, Mr. Gu, please check them."
An Yiqing reached out to take the heavy album, but Gu Yelin grabbed it first. Holding a large stack of albums in one hand and An Yiqing’s hand in the other, he led her to the sofa and sat down. Then, considerately taking the album out of the packaging, he arranged them neatly.
The album cover was a small bridge and flowing water shaded in white and aqua. An Yiqing, dressed in a light pink long cheongsam, held a round fan, eyes curved in a gentle smile amidst the landscape. In the distance, Gu Yelin, in a light gray retro outfit, gazed at her from afar, his eyes crossing distances and time to rest on that figure in pink.