The Heroine and Villainess are Pregnant. What's Going On? - Chapter 77:

Chapter 77: It’s Really Him, He’s Really… The Son-In-Law:

The ancient road stretched out under the west wind. 

Yi Xuanchen sat atop his green buffalo, traveling alone. He had no intention of attending the wedding in Tianwu City. After all, he hadn’t been invited.

Though well-known in the martial world, Yi Xuanchen’s reputation wasn’t a good one—it was notorious. The imperial court had only invited the top masters from all over the world to this event, and Yi Xuanchen, being unattached to any significant faction, naturally didn’t make the list.

He was fine with that. 

The last thing he wanted was to involve himself with Ling Ye. 

That man’s path was paved with countless corpses, and Yi Xuanchen had no desire to become one of them.

But fate had other plans.

As Yi Xuanchen rode along the road, a group of men blocked his path. 

He sighed, his mood souring.

“What is it with my luck lately? Always getting stopped,” he muttered.

Looking up, he saw five or six elderly Taoists dressed in robes, each with white hair and beards, holding whisks. They stood silently, exuding an aura of solemnity.

Yi Xuanchen recognized them immediately.

“Ah, senior brothers,” he greeted politely, though inwardly he cursed. These were his senior brothers from Xuanchen Mountain, and their appearance was never a good omen.

The old Taoists didn’t respond, simply staring at him.

“How have you been?” Yi Xuanchen tried again, forcing a grin.

“Dead,” one of them said abruptly, his tone cold.

The news sobered Yi Xuanchen. His usual playful demeanor gave way to a brief flicker of solemnity before he smiled wryly. “Well, it’s good to die. Free at last, right?”

“Free? He died because of you!” another Taoist snapped, his voice harsh.

Yi Xuanchen’s smile faltered. 

If someone had peacefully ascended, it was one thing, but being angered to death was another matter entirely.

“Senior brother’s last wish was for you to return to Xuanchen Mountain and inherit the position of sect master,” the Taoists declared, their expressions stern.

Yi Xuanchen sighed. 

Xuanchen Mountain, a sacred place with a history older than the Ye Xuan Dynasty itself, had chosen him—a known troublemaker—to be its leader.

The senior Taoists had never been happy about this. 

Despite their protests, their late sect master had decreed that Yi Xuanchen would succeed him. To avoid the responsibility, Yi Xuanchen had fled the mountain years ago, but they had come to drag him back once more.

“I’m not going,” Yi Xuanchen said flatly.

His refusal made the Taoists bristle with frustration.

“This fool has violated Taoist rules, disrespected his elders, and tarnished his reputation in the martial world. Now, he dares to ignore the late sect master’s last wish?”

“Whether you go or not is your choice,” one of them said sharply. “But the late sect master also wished for you to attend the princess’s wedding tomorrow in Tianwu City. There, you will seek the position of National Teacher. Only then can you inherit the sect master’s position.”

“Whether you obey or not is up to you. We are merely messengers,” another added before they turned and left.

A fine horse was brought forward for Yi Xuanchen. The Taoists stormed off, leaving him with his buffalo and the steed.

Yi Xuanchen sighed heavily, looking between the two animals.

“Why can’t I ever escape Ling Ye?” he muttered bitterly.

Reluctantly, he dismounted his buffalo and climbed onto the horse. He patted the buffalo and instructed, “Follow those old men back to Xuanchen Mountain. And if they annoy you, stick your horns where the sun doesn’t shine.”

The buffalo snorted as if it understood and lumbered after the Taoists. 

Yi Xuanchen, meanwhile, spurred the horse forward, heading toward Tianwu City with a sigh of resignation.

The day of the princess’s wedding arrived, bringing perfect weather. The sky was clear, and the autumn air was pleasantly mild.

Tianwu City was a spectacle of joy and festivity. The imperial palace, usually a restricted zone, was open to both heroes and commoners, and guests were even permitted to enter with their weapons. Most of the attendees were famous the martial world masters, and the court had wisely allowed them to retain their arms to avoid conflict.

The city bustled with vibrant energy, the streets adorned with flowers and lanterns. Cheers and laughter filled the air as people celebrated this rare and grand occasion.

Among the crowd, Luo Xinli entered the palace with Su Su. Luo Xinli carried the Glazed Sword, her expression somber, while Su Su, lively and curious, admired every detail of the decorations.

Su Su paused often to marvel at the double-happiness characters and the red lanterns, her childlike wonder at odds with her reputation as the world’s greatest physician.

Meanwhile, Luo Xinli couldn’t share in the excitement.

The festive atmosphere wasn’t for her—it was for someone else’s happiness. Soon, she would see Ling Ye, the father of the child she carried. But instead of joy, she felt only unease.

Ling Ye was about to marry Her Highness the Princess. How could she face him?

Her heart ached at the irony of attending his wedding while carrying his child. She wanted to turn around and leave, to forget Ling Ye entirely and raise her child alone.

But she couldn’t. She had to see him, even if only once, to understand his feelings. If Ling Ye showed no regard for her, she would disappear from his life forever.

For now, she needed his answer. She needed to see his attitude toward her. Would he care? Or would he confirm her worst fears?

Luo Xinli resolved that after this encounter, she would know. If Ling Ye’s heart truly belonged to someone else, she would never let him see her again.

The crowd moved steadily through the palace gates, passing through grand, resplendent arches that led to a vast square.

Here, the scene was even more spectacular. A sea of people filled the space, with every seat at the banquet already occupied. Red carpets stretched as far as the eye could see, and even the tables and chairs were draped in red.

The festive atmosphere was unmatched, lively and brimming with envy-inducing grandeur. Where else in the world could one witness such an extravagant scene, except at a royal wedding?

“Wow!” exclaimed Su Su, her wide, curious eyes sparkling with excitement.

Her gaze locked onto a nearby table laden with delicacies—mountainous piles of gourmet food that looked as if they had come straight out of a dream. Su Su swallowed hard, her slender, fair neck moving as she tried to keep her composure. But her restraint didn’t last long.

Unable to resist, she turned to a palace maid nearby and asked, “Can I eat this?”

The maid looked at the petite, lively girl and smiled faintly. “Please, help yourself.”

Today was the princess’s wedding, and the banquet was meant for the guests. It wasn’t as if the food was locked away; it was there to be enjoyed.

Hearing this, Su Su wasted no time. She rushed forward and began to feast with abandon. It was as if she had been starving for days, and now, faced with this bountiful spread, she couldn’t hold back.

The other guests looked on with mixed reactions. Most of them, famous figures from the martial world, maintained a refined demeanor, eating with grace and restraint. Su Su, on the other hand, devoured her food with enthusiasm, oblivious to their judgment.

At first, some cast disdainful glances, muttering under their breath about her lack of manners. But when they learned she was none other than the world’s youngest genius doctor, their attitudes shifted.

The scornful looks turned into admiration. “A true master doesn’t fuss over formalities,” they murmured, nodding in approval.

Even Luo Xinli, who had been quietly observing Su Su, couldn’t help but smile. This lively young girl brought a spark of joy to her otherwise lonely world.

But Su Su wasn’t the only one defying conventions.

On the opposite side of the square, a commotion drew attention.

A man sat surrounded by a crowd, drinking freely and cheerfully. Guests approached him one by one, raising their cups in toasts, while cheers rang out: “The son-in-law sure can drink!”

The man at the center of it all was none other than Ling Ye.

Traditionally, he should have been waiting for the auspicious hour to appear alongside the bride, Her Highness the Princess. But Ling Ye had little regard for such outdated customs.

Instead, he chose to sit here, drinking at his leisure. His nonchalance only added to his mystique.

No one dared to criticize him. After all, this was the man who had cleaved through the Eighteen Peaks with a single sword—a living legend. His casual demeanor wasn’t arrogance; it was authenticity.

As guests toasted him, Ling Ye raised his cup in return, drinking without pretense. He didn’t see it as lowering his status. He simply wanted to drink, and if someone clinked glasses with him, he drank with them.

It wasn’t about making connections or showing respect—it was just Ling Ye being Ling Ye.

His laid-back attitude and unassuming manner endeared him to everyone present. They appreciated his approachability, a refreshing change from the cold, distant airs some powerful figures projected.

Nearby, Luo Xinli, who had been watching Su Su’s enthusiastic eating, was drawn to the commotion. She looked up and through the throng of people caught a glimpse of the man she had been longing to see.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Ar this moment, the world seemed to fade away. The noise, the crowd, the vibrant decorations—all of it disappeared.

All she could see was Ling Ye.

Dressed in red with a flower pinned to his chest, he stood out like a beacon.

It really was him.

Ling Ye.

She had finally seen him, the man who had occupied her thoughts day and night.

And now, there was no denying it.

He truly was the son-in-law.