The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife
chapter-1815

Little did the people of the Anling Family were unaware that when they eventually rose again, they would not return to their former glory but would instead reach the pinnacle of all the families and clans on the Siam continent.

Of course, that was a story for another time.

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Although they had decided to cross the Thousand Beast Forest and head to the Qingyun Realm, it wasn’t something that could be accomplished immediately.

The Anling family had several secret strongholds in the ancient city of the Dark Cloud Realm, where they stored crystal arrays and discs. These would all need to be collected and taken with them.

Xi Yue temporarily stayed in the Anling Family’s hidden valley.

She asked Anling Yan to find various records and books about the Siam Continent. For her, understanding the different factions, as well as the levels of martial artists and cultivators, was important.

As she was engrossed in reading the materials, a sudden noise came from the nearby bed.

Xi Yue looked up to see that the two children, who had been unconscious all day, had finally woken up.

Although Xi Yue had healed their physical injuries, the two children had witnessed their parents’ tragic deaths. The emotional trauma they suffered would not be so easily mended.

“Junjun, Anan, have you finally woke up?” Anling Yan ran to the bedside excitedly and checked the two children’s bodies, “How do you feel now?”

She then shouted excitedly, “Father, Brother, Grandfather, come quickly! Junjun and Anan have woken up!”

Soon, the room was crowded with members of the Anling Family, each of them excited and concerned as they looked at the two children on the bed.

Some of the women even brought out delicate pastries, asking the children if they were hungry and if they wanted a snack.

Xi Yue, watching from the side, frowned slightly. Something seemed very wrong with the two children.

The little girl, Yun Anxin, was five years old. When she first woke up, she seemed completely dazed, as if her soul had been lost.

Whenever someone, especially a man, came near, Yun Anxin would start trembling violently. Her face would turn deathly pale, and tears would stream down her cheeks.

The little boy, Yun Shaojun, was eight years old. Seeing his sister crying, he immediately pulled her into his arms, glaring fiercely and defensively at everyone around them.

It was as if he didn’t recognize that these people were his elders and relatives.

When Anling Yao saw Anan’s pale face and tried to pick her up to check on her, Yun Shaojun let out a beast-like roar and suddenly bit down on Anling Yao’s hand.

The boy, like a cornered beast, let out a desperate, hoarse roar, “Get away! Don’t touch my sister!”

This roar shocked everyone in the Anling Family.

There was a brief silence in the room.

Xi Yue stood up and walked over to Yun Shaojun, placing a steady hand on the boy’s head. In a calm voice, she said, “Calm down and look around. It’s over. You and your sister are safe now.”

Hearing Xi Yue’s voice, Yun Shaojun was startled for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

He recognized this voice—cool yet soothing. In his darkest moments, when he was on the verge of giving up, this voice appeared, rescuing him and his sister from their hell.

“Was it you… who saved me and Anan?” Yun Shaojun’s voice was hoarse, his eyes carrying a maturity far beyond his eight years.

Xi Yue nodded, “It wasn’t just me who saved you; your family did too. You are now with the Anling Family. Your relatives have been caring for you day and night. You’re safe now, so you can relax.”