Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 352 - 351: After Disguising Herself as a Man, the Rabbit Spirit Ran Away with a Baby in Her Womb 61_2

Chapter 352 -351: After Disguising Herself as a Man, the Rabbit Spirit Ran Away with a Baby in Her Womb 61_2

“Princess, the hot spring water is ready. You may proceed now,” a palace maid respectfully greeted her, “Do you need someone to attend to you? I can arrange for servants to serve you.”

“No need; you all may withdraw. I want to soak in the hot spring alone.” Su Zhiruan lifted her hand and pinched her brow, putting down the last petition. She stood up, replaced the red pen in its place, and followed the palace maid out.

The palace maid, perceptive of her duties, organized all the petitions and had an eunuch take them away. Then, she gestured with her eyes to the few palace maids around to follow her out. Consequently, only Su Zhiruan was left in the hot spring valley.

The hot spring water before her was steaming, with elusive mists gently rising from the edge of the pool, obscuring her vision, allowing only the smell of the damp, heated fragrance in the air.

This aroma seemed to have a heartening effect as she slowly undressed, then gently stepped into the hot spring water.

Now, as the ruler of Shen Kingdom, she dealt with countless matters daily. Having time to soak in a hot spring was now her greatest form of recreation.

As she stepped further into the spring, her calves enveloped by the warm water, waves rippled at the edge of the pool. The rose petals on the spring shifted gently with her movements, then curled back.

After several relentlessly busy days, she finally had time to relax today.

Soaking in the hot spring, only her snow-white, round shoulders remained exposed in the air, with her long hair dispersed in the water, even the hair at her temples hanging down in the water, resembling the stirring beauty of blooming black lotus flowers. Su Zhiruan closed her eyes and quietly savored this pleasant moment.

Just then—

Su Zhiruan sensed something was off, so she suddenly opened her eyes and looked around.

Being originally a rabbit, she was more alert to changes in her surroundings.

“Who is there? Come out,”she furrowed her brow, her voice becoming much sharper. It was certain that there was someone else present in the Hot Spring Palace.

But after her words fell, no one came out, and no one responded to her, so Su Zhiruan immediately stood up, taking a thin gauze garment from a nearby screen to drape over herself, and scanned the surroundings. In a corner of the Hot Spring Palace was a treasure sword. She quickly grabbed the sword and drew the longsword from its sheath. The fierce sword light reflected inside the palace, and she stood still, holding the longsword.

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It seemed like a long time had passed; just when Su Zhiruan thought it might have been a hallucination, a crisp sound suddenly emerged from the inner room.

The sound was very soft, but her keen senses picked it up immediately.

“Do you prefer to come out by yourself, or shall I have someone fetch you? Otherwise, I, the Princess, will not be courteous,” Su Zhiruan knew that the person who could conceal their presence to such an extent was certainly not simple.

If it wasn’t someone from the Human World with profound Inner Strength, then it might be someone from the Demon Clan, Ghost Clan, or Divine Clan.

Considering these possibilities, she immediately sounded the alarm in her mind.

Over the years, Su Zhiruan had always feared that Changqi would suddenly appear and take away her four children.

After all, both Changqi and Feng Qing had sought her on Sishi Mountain back in the day. Although she had hidden herself well and used the system’s props, it was conceivable that if Changqi discovered the truth, he would spend a lot of effort and energy searching for her. Over the years, she had always been anxious about being found, but now faced with this situation, she suddenly felt unpanicked.

The footsteps were very soft, barely noticeable without attention.

Even after seven years, Su Zhiruan was still very familiar with these footsteps. Her heart began to beat faster, she wrapped her hands around the gauze on her body, and even the direction of the longsword she held did not waver. Her face bore a look of vigilance, tense, yet devoid of any joy.

“Ruanruan,” the man slowly peeled back a layer of the curtain and emerged from the hot spring, dispersing the mist as he stood before her, still looking as he always had. Su Zhiruan’s heart gave a heavy thump, but she no longer spoke, merely staring blankly at his familiar face, at his familiar silver hair, at the snow-white robe he wore. After all these years, he hadn’t changed at all.