The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 642
Chapter 642: The Divorce
Zhu Mo’s brows carried a lighthearted smile. “It’s only the most likely possibility.”
The Dragon King paced back and forth, excitement brimming in his eyes. “Are you certain it’s the Ancestral Dragon bloodline? That there’s a true Dragon inheritance?”
Zhu Mo nodded firmly. “Your son is certain.”
The Dragon Clan had always reigned supreme among divine beasts, but that had only been true during the era of the Ancestral Dragon, in the age of great chaos. After the Ancestral Dragon’s fall, the Dragon Clan had declined generation after generation. Though they still held their position as the foremost of divine beasts, their might no longer commanded true awe.
Especially after Lu Chao Chao’s involvement in past events, the Dragon Clan had been left teetering on the edge of ruin.
Now, they desperately needed a union between the two clans, a child born of their lineage who could inherit the Ancestral Dragon’s blood and legacy—a king who could lead them back to glory.
“That child is a natural-born ruler. He should be brought back to the clan and protected. Why didn’t you bring her back as well?”
“A born sovereign, one in ten thousand years,” the Dragon King muttered, his initial resistance now replaced with grave concern. “If she remains in the outside world and meets misfortune, what then?”
His face darkened as he cast an accusing glare at Zhu Mo. “You should have brought my precious grandson back!”
Zhu Mo, however, remained proud. “His mother is a mere mortal, and the pregnancy is not yet stable. Moreover, I already have a proper wife in the Dragon Clan. Would you have me bring her back only to make her a concubine?”
“An Ancestral Dragon heir born of a concubine? That would bring disgrace to our clan’s dignity!”
As expected, the rigid and stubborn elders all nodded in agreement.
“Indeed! The Dragon Sovereign must be a legitimate heir born of the official wife. We cannot break tradition!”
“A mere mortal woman, yet she has birthed the supreme heir of our clan—what fortune she must have!” someone sighed in awe.
For tens of thousands of years, the Dragon Clan had strived to produce such a child, to no avail. And yet, a mere mortal had succeeded where they had failed.
“Take inventory of the Dragon Clan’s treasury. No matter the cost, find a way to dissolve the marriage!”
At these words, Zhu Mo immediately beamed with joy. “Many thanks, Royal Father, for granting this.”
The Dragon King scoffed. “Don’t thank me—I’m not doing this for you! I’m doing it for my dear legitimate grandson! For the future of the Dragon Clan! You’re simply fortunate that fate has smiled upon you.”
“As for your wife… she has returned to the Phoenix Clan. I shall go in person.”
Thus, he personally led the elders of the Dragon Clan to the Phoenix Clan to demand a divorce.
Their words were full of consideration—how they did not wish to burden the Phoenix Clan, how they could not bear to drag down their princess. They apologized with sincerity and admitted their faults.
“This was our failing. We did not teach Zhu Mo well, allowing him to commit treason in the Celestial Realm…”
“We dare not implicate the Phoenix Clan, nor the princess. Thus, we have no choice but to come and formally dissolve the marriage.”
“Fortunately, it was only in name, never consummated. Once the divorce is settled, the Celestial Realm will likely not hold the Phoenix Clan accountable.”
“We used the Phoenix Clan’s treasured artifact for the wedding and caused humiliation to the princess. Here is a token of our remorse. We hope the princess will accept it.”
Inside the grand hall, both the Dragon King and the Phoenix King sat at opposite ends.
The Phoenix King slammed his palm on the table. “Preposterous! Do you take my Phoenix Clan as some mere plaything? To summon and dismiss at will?”
“So, you took our sacred treasure, shamed my daughter, and now expect to resolve everything with a simple apology?”
From behind a veil, Feng Wu spoke softly, her voice steady and emotionless. “Is this Zhu Mo’s will, or the will of the Dragon Clan?”
“If it is the Dragon Clan’s will, then the elders may leave. Father, you should leave as well.”
“I, Feng Wu, am not one to share only blessings and flee from hardships.”
“The fate of the Dragon Clan is irrelevant—I shall not waver! A wife follows her husband, be it to prosperity or ruin. I hold no regrets.”
Her words made even the Dragon King and the elders look uneasy. Zhu Mo, that wretched son of his…
The Dragon King knew he could not make excuses. Sharing a glance with the elders, he saw the silent sighs in their eyes.
Rising from his seat, the Dragon King solemnly bowed toward the Phoenix King and the veiled Feng Wu.
“This is my failing as a father. I indulged my son too much, letting him act recklessly.”
“The divorce… is Zhu Mo’s own wish.”
The elders furrowed their brows in worry. Zhu Mo was now a fugitive of the Celestial Realm—if the Phoenix Clan informed the Celestial Realm that he had returned, what then?
Feng Wu let out a quiet laugh.
“I once asked him myself, ‘Do you truly wish to marry me?’”
“And he said yes.”
“Yet, in the end, it was all a deception.”
She stood, her gaze cold as it pierced through the veil. Her loose robes concealed her form, yet her hand drifted to her belly in a motion so subtle it went unnoticed.
“Take back your gifts. The Phoenix Clan has no need for them.”
“I will not keep the Phoenix Clan’s sacred treasure either. Let it be…” Her hand lightly caressed her stomach.
“Let Zhu Mo personally write the divorce agreement in his own blood, to bear witness before the heavens. From this day forth, we sever all ties. We owe each other nothing. Should he break this vow, he shall fall into an abyss of endless torment.”
“And one more thing—send me back home as I was wed.”
The Dragon King was startled. “What do you mean?”
“I was married with great splendor. Naturally, I must return home with the same grandeur.”
“If the wedding was magnificent, then so must be the divorce.”
“Go and prepare.”
“Father, see them out!” Feng Wu commanded coldly.
The Dragon Clan wished to negotiate further, but the Phoenix King, doting as ever on his daughter, stood up immediately. “Leave. I would rather not have to throw you out and become a laughingstock.”
Left with no choice, the Dragon King heaved a deep sigh and departed with his entourage.
As they descended the mountain, the elders’ expressions were grim, their minds filled with unease. “Are we truly to invite all the deities of the Three Realms to witness this?”
“Such disgrace… this will be a laughingstock for eternity.”
A female elder chuckled softly. “Yet was it not the same when Zhu Mo abandoned the wedding before?”
Silence fell over them.
“We can endure this, but the Dragon Heir cannot. Let us proceed… this is the Dragon Clan’s wrongdoing, so we must abide by her demands.”
Back in the Dragon Clan, when Zhu Mo heard the news, he remained silent for a long time before finally saying, “It was I who wronged her. Please, Father, invite the Celestial Lords. Let everything be arranged as if it were a grand wedding.”
“Ah, the Dragon Clan will be mocked for ten thousand years over this,” muttered a clam spirit nearby. “Those who betray a true heart shall swallow ten thousand needles…”
Zhu Mo said nothing. He simply stood before the table for a long time before biting his fingertip and writing the divorce decree in his own blood.
Divine blood could reach the Heavenly Dao. Once written, it could never be undone.
Zhu Mo wrote, word by word: “Before the Heavenly Dao…” The words were firm, without hesitation.
It was clear—he would never look back.
Never regret.
Yet, as he finished, his face turned pale. Clenching his fist against the table, his brows furrowed deeply as a sharp pain struck his heart—
As if something within him was being torn away…
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