Adorably Cute Baby: Mommy's Going Against the Heavens

Seeing the beauty shed tears, Xiao Huan felt heartbroken and immediately pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her.

But the next moment, Jiang Shuyue spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turning even paler, a sight that broke one's heart.

Xiao Huan and Xiao Chuhuang immediately became anxious.

Xiao Huan said in a low voice, "Shuyue, it's not your fault. The fault lies with that old scoundrel Shen Shenxing who can't distinguish right from wrong. They won't let you go to the Shen family anymore, but that's fine. You can come and go as you please in my Crown Prince's residence!"

"Shuyue, focus on recovering and don't overthink things." Xiao Chuhuang gently patted Jiang Shuyue's hand, her tone firm and steady. "We all believe in you. Right and wrong will be judged fairly. How can we allow the Shen family to cover up everything?"

She paused, a cold glint flashing in her phoenix eyes. "The royal family is not just for show, and I, Xiao Chuhuang, am not a pushover to be bullied!"

She stood up, exuding a chilling aura. "As for that so-called summoner, I'll go and see for myself who she is, daring to be so audacious!"

Her tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "You dare to play tricks right under my nose? You're asking for trouble!"

Xiao Chuhuang turned to look at Jiang Shuyue, her eyes filled with reassurance and encouragement: "You just need to rest well, leave everything else to me."

After saying that, she left in a hurry!

Watching Xiao Chuhuang's disappearing figure, a smug smile curled at the corner of her lips. Shen Yunxi, you're going to die!

Xuan Tian Continent, Bei Yuan Imperial City, Ancient Divine Palace.

Inside the ancient temple, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified. The figures of the ten temple lords surrounded the majestic statues, their voices low, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sleeping gods.

The Lord of the Three Temples broke the silence first. He frowned, staring intently at the statue, and slowly said, "Everyone, have you noticed that the position of the deity seems to have shifted slightly?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other temple masters also turned their gazes to the statue and began to observe it carefully.

The Lord of the Seventh Palace pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Indeed, it seems to have shifted half an inch to the west."

The Lord of the Nine Palaces chimed in, "I've noticed that too. What exactly is going on?"

A thousand years ago, the deity left behind a stone statue and then disappeared. For the past thousand years, the Divine Continent has been peaceful and prosperous. However, fifteen years ago, the light of the statue dimmed without warning, as if the deity had fallen into a deep sleep. This sudden change caused great upheaval in the Divine Continent.

In the past few days, the statue's light has miraculously recovered a little, as if a sleeping deity has awakened once again.

Although the faint light was not as dazzling as before, it was enough to dispel the gloom in the hall and temporarily alleviate the turmoil.

"Could it be that the God is about to return?" someone exclaimed in the hall.

The Lord of the Second Palace shook his head, denying the conjecture: "If the God had returned, the statue would surely have shone with golden light, illuminating the earth. How could it be so dim?" He paused, his tone becoming even more certain, "This faint light is more like a final burst of energy before death."

The Five Palace Masters also agreed: "Indeed, if the God had returned, we would have been able to sense the fluctuations of divine power, but now there is no movement at all."

He sighed, a hint of worry in his voice, "Perhaps we should prepare for the worst."

"This matter requires careful consideration; we must not jump to conclusions."