[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - 22-24

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"Escape? Very well, Mingming, go ahead and try to escape. My body is under the strongest forbidden spell placed by the Heavenly Palace, making it difficult to unleash the power of the Heavenly

Soul. Ha, let's see how far you can escape!" Kui walked to the chaotic auction stage and picked up something from the scattered rubble—a remote control, the switch that controlled the vibration of the two giant phalluses inside Qianfan's body. Kui put the item in his pocket and left the venue with elegant and calm steps.

As expected, Mingye's teleportation did not allow him and Qianfan to reach their destination successfully. Halfway there, their spiritual energy suddenly dried up, and they could not continue. Their bodies plummeted from the sky. The speed of free fall was nothing to the little demon king, but Qianfan was so shocked by the airflow that she could not breathe properly and her face turned red with discomfort.

"The teleportation failed? How could this be?" Mingye, who had used this technique with ease since he mastered it, refused to believe it and wanted to use it again to bring Qianfan safely back to the ground.

The speed of the fall increased, and as they passed through the clouds, the scenery on the ground gradually became clearer. He tried again and again, but he could never send out his spiritual energy, let alone reach its destination. The Little Demon King panicked. In a split second, he urgently chanted a wind-controlling spell. Wind arose from his heart, and a powerful current of air rose from the ground, supporting their bodies, but not completely stopping their descent; it only slowed their speed. Using the wind, the Little Demon King nimbly spun in the air, reversing his position. He held Qianfan in one arm and slammed his other hand into the ground, creating a large crater. Using the impact, the fall was further cushioned. The Little Demon King held his lover tightly in his arms, his back landing first. A loud "bang" rang in his ears. In the instant he lost consciousness, Mingye maliciously thought: It's okay! It's Kui's body anyway; he deserves to be hurt!

He didn't know how much time had passed before he groggily woke up. The back of his head, neck, and entire back ached as if someone had torn his bones and flesh. A constant rumbling sound filled his ears, like a train rattling through his head. He tried to sit up, rubbing his forehead, but found the pillow very comfortable and the perfect height, so he suddenly didn't want to get up anymore.

"You're awake?"

Hearing Qianfan's voice, Mingye's eyes snapped from drowsy to alert. He opened his eyes wide and saw the person he cared about most.

"Qianfan!" Mingye rolled over and sat up.

"Don't move around. Your back is badly bruised and battered. You must have hurt your bones. It's a pity there's no medicine here." Qianfan helped him lie back down on her lap.

"Ugh..." He had moved too suddenly and felt dizzy. After lying still for a while, he realized that the light around him was dim. They had ended up in a desolate wilderness. He had probably been unconscious for a long time. The sky was overcast, and it was already evening. The last rays of the setting sun were almost gone.

As night fell, a chilly wind blew, and Mingye, who was sensitive to the cold, shivered involuntarily.

"Are you cold?" Qianfan hugged the child tighter, letting him absorb his body heat.

The warm, soft body, the familiar scent—surrounded by his warmth, Mingye felt drowsy. But reason intervened at this moment. He suddenly remembered that he was still appearing as Kui, and his Qianfan was so "enthusiastically" hugging a stranger. This thought made him feel uneasy: "Are you this gentle with everyone?"

Qianfan immediately released him awkwardly. For some reason, he felt a special affinity for this child today, unable to bear seeing him suffer even the slightest pain. There was no reason; Qianfan knew he wasn't a casual person, but this concern came from the heart, and he couldn't explain it.

"Why did you bring me here and not let me go back to His Highness? He'll be very worried if he can't find me."

Upon hearing this, Mingye's head throbbed with pain. He rested his head on Qianfan's lap, turned slightly, and hugged his waist. "I won't let you go back, because that person isn't... uh, not His Highness at all!" He changed his words before they came out.

"That's clearly His Highness. I've spent a lot of time with him, I recognize him..."

"Pah!" Mingye interrupted him angrily, "How is he similar? So willful and cruel, he actually..."

"How can he not be similar? He's similar from head to toe!" Qianfan's eyes reddened with anger, stubbornly arguing with him to the end: "Don't speak ill of His Highness, I... cough, cough cough..."

"Okay, okay! Similar, similar, very similar... Don't get excited, or you'll have another attack." Mingye cursed himself inwardly: What am I arguing about? I've angered Qianfan for no reason. He mentally berated Qianfan: "Fool, you can't just trust your eyes. You have to look at people with your heart."

The Little Demon King didn't want to touch Qianfan with anyone else's body, but he had no choice but to take advantage of this guy, Kui. He sat up, pulled Qianfan into his arms, and while patting his back, he probed with ulterior motives: "He did such a terrible thing to you, and you still want to go back to him?"

The body in his arms trembled—

now that things had come to this, Qianfan could no longer lie to himself that what had happened today was all a nightmare.

He nestled against the boy's chest, feeling inexplicably at ease, and even felt that what the little prince had done to him today hadn't really hurt him.

“His Highness isn’t usually like this. He’s always been a very gentle and kind child. Today, he… seems a bit strange…” He raised his head, his eyes resolute, as if trying to persuade the other: “But I believe His Highness must have his reasons for doing this! I won’t blame him. No matter what, I must go back to his side.”

Hearing this, Mingye felt like he’d downed a glass of ice-cold honey on a hot day, the sweetness flowing straight to his heart. He chuckled foolishly.

Whether it was their bad luck or Kui’s incredible fortune, Kui, disguised as Mingye, returned to Shuntian City and was preparing to use His Highness’s authority to mobilize the army and search for the two. Before he could even make a move, someone came knocking on his door, offering to serve him.

"Hello, Your Highness?" The person on the communicator was Guiyi, who had been forcibly imprisoned in the territory by Mingye using the Zhanfengque of the Renqian clan. It had been a long time since they'd last met, but he was still as carefree and unreserved as ever, showing no respect for anyone. "You took the people back that day, and you've kept us locked up for so long, you should be fed up by now. When are you planning to unseal the territory? I'm so bored at home every day, it feels like being in prison." He complained bitterly.

"Oh, you want to come out?" Kui raised an eyebrow. "I can promise you."

"Uh..." Guiyi scratched his head. "It's not just me, but my family and clansmen... I hope Your Highness can be lenient and forgive them. The Chenglong family will swear to be loyal to the royal family to the death." Only then did he seem like a family heir.

"Releasing them isn't impossible, but you have to promise me one thing first."

"No problem, no problem!" Guiyi was overjoyed, practically bowing and scraping to prove his sincerity. "As long as you break the seal and unseal the territory, we will carry out His Highness's orders with all our might!"

Kui knew that Zhan Fengque only obeyed Mingye and would never listen to him. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll keep the seal for now. Once you've completed the task and I'm satisfied, I'll break it for you."

Guiyi looked miserable: "I can't go out and serve you until you break the seal."

"Don't worry about that." Kui smiled confidently. "The power of the seal is weakening. Gather five hundred warriors with high spiritual power, set up an array in the territory, and with my assistance, breaking the seal shouldn't be difficult."

Guiyi was eager for success and didn't notice the contradiction in his words. He readily agreed: "Okay, it's a deal! What tasks does His Highness need these five hundred soldiers to do?"

“It’s very simple,” Kui said. “I want you to find two people and bring them back to me. If they resist during the process…” Kui hesitated for a moment, then continued, “Don’t hold back. You can use any means necessary to capture them. I want to see them alive or dead! Understand?” (

Tales of the Heavenly Soul, Chapter 173)

In the early winter wilderness, the weather was chilly. The little devil, who was most afraid of the cold, sat on the ground hugging his knees, curled up in a ball, shivering like a wet chick. Qianfan felt a pang of sadness seeing this, but was too embarrassed to go and hug him. The little boy didn't seem too willing to be hugged either, so

Qianfan could only watch from afar. Mingye was so cold his scalp tingled, unable to think. He tried to activate his Heavenly Soul, but it was always suppressed by some force, preventing him from using it. He sighed in frustration, and when he looked up, his eyes met Qianfan's. Mingye wasn't wearing much, but Qianfan was in even worse shape, only a thin shirt covering his body, his long legs bare, without shoes. He had been waiting for the child to wake up, spending most of the day cold and hungry, and worrying about wild animals lurking nearby. His health was already poor, and this series of events, coupled with his anxiety and fear, had caused him to develop a low-grade fever.

Without a word, the little devil took off his thick outer robe and went to help him put it on. Qianfan naturally refused, pushing and refusing for a while, until Mingye impatiently shouted, "You have a baby in your belly! I'm not afraid you'll be cold, I'm afraid he'll get cold!" With one sentence, Qianfan indeed became obedient. A blush rose on his face, and he clutched his clothes and shrank back shyly, "Um... how did you know?"

"Tch! What don't I know?" Mingye picked up his frozen stiff feet with a hint of annoyance and gently massaged them.

"Hmm..."

Although the child's technique was clumsy, Qianfan still hummed comfortably, the blood circulation in his feet improved, and they gradually warmed up in the child's hands. "Thank you." He looked at the child's long hair spread all over the floor and suddenly sighed, "Your Highness used to have very long and beautiful silver hair... but then for some reason, he cut it off. What a pity..." A strong drowsiness came over him, his body swayed, and he fell sideways to the ground.

"Qianfan!" Mingye crawled over and picked him up, his cheek touching Qianfan's forehead, which was burning hot.

Qianfan nestled in his arms, murmuring softly, "...Tired, so sleepy...I just want to sleep for a bit..."

"Don't sleep! You can't sleep, Qianfan!" Mingye anxiously slapped his face, then pressed his ear to his heart to listen. Sure enough, the heartbeat was gradually weakening. Mingye felt a pang of heartache and was about to cry. This was a desolate wilderness, with nothing around. What was he supposed to do? "Don't sleep, Qianfan, wake up! Wake up!"

Qianfan was shaken into a daze, half-opening his eyes. He seemed to see the little prince beside him, and he happily reached out to stroke the child's face: "...Little prince? Is that you? You've come to take me away?..."

"Silly boy, I've always been with you!" If he weren't inside Kui's body, he would have immediately embraced his lover and done something that would make his heart race and his blood boil. Unfortunately, he couldn't. He wouldn't allow any other man to touch Qianfan. Supporting the frail body, Mingye thought and thought, finally giving up his stubbornness, and gently massaged Qianfan's chest with Kui's hands.

Qianfan came to his senses and suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was a boy with black hair and black eyes, not the little prince. "Ugh...no! Don't touch me!" He hurriedly pulled his clothes together and ran away; his fear of men was ingrained in his bones.

Just as Mingye was about to explain, the sound of a spaceship's engine came from the silent wilderness. Several beams of light shot down from the sky, approaching from afar, illuminating every blade of grass and tree on the ground.

"Is it the Demon Clan's fleet?!" Mingye thought about his current appearance and knew that the Demon Clan's army had not come to rescue him. "Qianfan, get up, run!"

Qianfan was pulled along by the child in a daze, but how could he run fast with his exhausted body? He fell to the ground after only a few steps, and Mingye tried to pick him up, but he was too weak. Just as the searchlights on the celestial warship were about to illuminate their location, the Little Demon King, with his sharp eyes, spotted a nearby embankment and quickly tumbled down it with Qianfan in his arms, the searchlights barely grazing their clothes. The roar of the machinery gradually faded into the distance. Mingye listened intently for a moment, then, before he could even catch his breath, a second celestial warship glided overhead. Judging from the smooth, clear engine sound, it was the latest model, equipped with advanced detection equipment; the embankment offered no further cover.

In this extremely urgent moment, Mingye activated his Heavenly Soul again, attempting to teleport away. He repeatedly increased his spiritual power, but couldn't manage it. The celestial warship hovered overhead, clearly having noticed the anomaly on the ground.

"Damn it!" the Little Demon King muttered, a faint light emanating from his sleeve. Pulling back his sleeve, he saw his wrist, arm… extending outwards—his entire body was bound by glowing "chains." Invisible yet powerful chains, composed of interlocking incantations—the Thousand Cliff Binding Curse, used to restrain Dark Star. Mingye didn't recognize it, but had seen it once on Wulong. "What the hell is that? Is it because I can't use my spiritual power?"

"Over there..." Qianfan weakly pointed a few steps away: "There's a stream... we can dive in... and hide..."

How cold would the water be on a winter night?

Even if the little demon king could endure it, Qianfan, pregnant, absolutely couldn't withstand that chill. Seeing the child's hesitation, Qianfan gritted her teeth, pulled the child, and plunged headfirst into the icy stream. It was

truly cold, a hundred times colder than imagined; their blood almost froze. Panting heavily, Mingye leaned close to Qianfan's ear and whispered, half-jokingly, "If we can't escape, let's die here together."

"You..." Qianfan was stunned. He looked at the child's face in the moonlight—a stranger, yet somehow so familiar. It was truly perplexing. "Who are you?" he finally asked the question that had been nagging at him.

Mingye glanced at him sideways and smiled mysteriously. "Who do you think I am?"

"You, you are..." That cunning smile, like a little fox, was all too familiar. Who else could it be? "You're the young prince?!" Qianfan blurted out the most direct answer in his mind, shocked but certain.

"Wow—" Mingye hugged him and cheered, "You finally figured it out!"

In Chapter 174 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

, he had become unrecognizable, yet Qianfan could still recognize him. The little demon king was too excited and momentarily lost his mind, forgetting that the two of them were still on the run and that danger was closing in step by step. He only cared about hurriedly clarifying to Qianfan, "My body has been switched with someone else's. The person who bullied you today was not me."

"I know." Qianfan smiled, "Actually, I should have figured it out a long time ago. It's all my fault for being too stupid. I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? It's not Qianfan's fault!" The little demon king was extremely ashamed, "It's my fault. I couldn't protect you properly. I'm sorry..."

"If your people don't even have the ability to protect themselves, and you have to step in to save them every time to keep them safe, how much energy do you put into them? Aren't you tired?" A cold voice rang out above the two of them, "How can a weak and incompetent person be worthy of your love and companionship?" Kui stood by the stream, mocking the two people in the water.

Mingye quickly shielded his lover behind him: "Kui! Qianfan is the person I love most, I won't allow you to hurt him. There's a limit to pranks, if you dare to mess around again, I won't talk to you anymore. Now, immediately dispel the illusion spell and switch our bodies back!"

"No! I'm very satisfied with this body." Kui habitually played with the strand of hair by her temple, but when she grabbed it, she realized that the strand of silver hair was too short to wrap around her fingers, so she had to let go in boredom. "Mingming, you're so thin, your body is so frail, how did you manage to get this man's belly so big? I really admire you." Kui pretended to rub and touch her body, lightly touching the body he had longed for for so long. “Especially here,” he moved his hand between her legs, “so petite and cute, I can hardly imagine what you’d look like when you’re with a man.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?!” The little devil in the water blushed: “Hey… if you touch me again, I’ll get angry!”

“I’m just worried about you, is that male prostitute’s child yours?” Kui ignored his anger and said, “You know, he’s been with so many people…” A jet of water rushed towards him. Kui easily dodged it, posing no threat whatsoever.

“Shut up! If you keep talking, we’re not even friends anymore!” Mingye stood in the water glaring at him, his face as cold as ice.

"Fine, don't do it then. Who wants to be your friend?" Kui was determined, stubbornly tilting her head

back, her face as cold as his. She took out a remote control from her pocket. "I'll show you the lewd and ugly state of your 'most beloved' person!" "Ah..." Qianfan screamed, his legs went weak, and he clutched his stomach, sinking into the water. The icy stream water immediately poured into his open mouth.

"What did you do to him?!" Mingye shrieked, turning around to hug his lover, lifting him to the surface, and anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Qianfan, what's wrong?"

"Your Highness... ugh... I," Qianfan closed his eyes tightly, tilting his head back and panting heavily, his whole body limp and powerless, hanging on Mingye's arm, "...the thing inside my body... is moving... uh ah..."

"What is it? I'll take it out for you." Pulling away his hand that was tightly clutching his abdomen, Mingye opened his palm and placed it on his slightly protruding belly, where frequent vibrations could be felt. "What's going on?" Mingye reached behind him again and found that his plump, round buttocks were also shaking violently, and slippery liquid was constantly seeping from his underwear. His fingers probed into his buttocks, and he realized that a huge, hard object had been inserted into his anus.

Mingye scooped him up and leaped out of the water, laying him flat on the ground. The searchlights on the spaceship shone brightly, illuminating the two of them as if it were daytime. Qianfan's shirt was soaked and clung to his body, offering no concealment, revealing his exquisite curves, his snow-white body, full breasts and slender waist. The men's shirt couldn't contain his full breasts; the buttons on his chest couldn't be fastened, and his cleavage was faintly visible. Unfortunately, Mingye had no time to appreciate his lover's beautiful figure. Qianfan writhed in pain, his moans sounding both miserable and pleasurable.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore! Your Highness... pull it out! Help me, pull that thing out..." He cried out, tears streaming down his face, nearly fainting from the torment of the penis in his lower body.

Two enormous penises filled his two orifices, thrashing and vibrating rapidly inside, like being raped by two giants at the same time. But his penis was wrapped with metal wire, and a tasseled gold hairpin was inserted at the tip, blocking the exit, preventing him from reaching orgasm, but he secreted a lot of semen, which flowed down from his thighs.

"Qianfan, just bear with it a little longer, I'll help you get it out right away." Mingye reached out to take off his underwear, but there was a very thin leather belt on the waistband that he couldn't pull off, it was stuck around his pelvis and couldn't be pulled down. Mingye tried to tear the fabric, but it was extremely tough. He almost tore his nails off, but the thin, transparent layer of fabric still remained intact, covering Qianfan's lower body...

"Your Highness... ah... ah... ah..." Qianfan's cries gradually became more urgent and weaker. He was exhausted and about to collapse. With his lifeless eyes half-open, he smiled at the child beside him who was in even more pain than himself: "Never mind... Your Highness... no, um... it's alright..."

"Just bear with it a little longer, Qianfan." Mingye lay on top of him and kissed his lips. "I'll help you pull out the hairpin. It might hurt a little, but it'll be fine after that." The metal wire was deeply embedded in the shaft, one end of the wire connected to the hairpin, and the other end connected to the two huge penises behind him. Mingye had no time to analyze the internal structure; he only wanted to quickly relieve his lover's pain. Fearing damage to the urethra inside the jade stem, he carefully pulled out the golden hairpin. Just as it was pulled away—

"Ah!!!" Qianfan suddenly screamed shrilly, his body convulsing violently. Semen gushed from the opening of his penis, and at the same time, milk began to flow from his nipples. He twitched a few times, his dazed eyes slowly closed, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted. White milk continued to flow from his erect nipples, several winding streaks of milky white liquid covering his chest. Fortunately, he lost consciousness in time and didn't see his own lewd and shameful state.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. The hairpin is electrified. If you force it out, it will cause excruciating pain. You just saw it; it's a truly remarkable invention." Kui approached, kicked Qianfan's leg aside, exposing his private parts, and then poked Qianfan's gushing vagina with the tip of his shoe: "Is he dead?"

"Shinten Kui!" Mingye shoved him away violently, stood up, and punched him in the face: "I swear I'll never forgive you!"

Kui staggered back a few steps, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth: "What a waste of your pretty face." He caught another punch from Mingye, who was furiously throwing it at him, and laughed: "Not convinced? Want to fight me? You can't beat me." He was unpredictable, his expression changing in an instant. With a straight face, he grabbed Mingye's wrist and twisted it behind his back with a force that seemed to break his hand: "Come back with me! My tolerance has its limits. I said you're not allowed to be with this person, and that's final!"

"Are you crazy!" Mingye raised his other hand, gathering all his strength, and struck Kui with a palm strike.

Kui hadn't expected that even with his spiritual energy locked by the Thousand Cliff Binding Curse, his palm strike could still possess such power. Caught off guard, he was struck in the chest and abdomen, thrown back several meters. A sharp pain shot through his heart, and he coughed up blood. Seeing their "Little Prince" injured, the soldiers on the demon race's skyship all rushed down. Guiyi helped the fallen "Little Prince" to his feet, asking worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Kui was in too much pain to speak, only cursing inwardly: Stupid Mingye, this punch hurts my heart, but it's you who's injured. You're so worried about that person that you don't even care about your own body? Fine, you don't care about yourself, but let's see if you care about the demon race!

Kui pointed at Qianfan on the ground and ordered Guiyi, "Kill him!" "Kill...him?" Guiyi looked at the person lying on the ground in shock, then at the young demon lord who had given the order. "But Your

Highness

...he, he's Qianfan. Did I hear that right? You told me to kill him?" "Do you

have any objections to my order?" Kui tilted her head and questioned, "Just kill him when I tell you to. What nonsense are you talking about?"

That resolute look startled Guiyi, who swallowed hard. "Oh, okay." He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, confused and troubled.

"Don't listen to him!" Mingye anxiously stood guard beside Qianfan. "Guiyi, if you dare touch a hair on Qianfan's head, I'll raze your entire Chenglong family to the ground!"

Guiyi drew his sword and pointed it at him: "Ha, I recognize you, the Second Prince of the Heavenly Palace, Shen Tiankui. Last time, thanks to you, I had to stay home for a whole month. Hmph!" He assumed a sword-wielding stance, revealing what he considered a very threatening smirk. "You're unlucky to have fallen into our hands!" He was young at heart, and ever since he mastered teleportation, he had always been itching to find someone to fight and test his skills. The young prince beside him remained silent, seemingly acquiescing. With his backing, Guiyi had no more scruples and charged forward with his sword.

As long as Kui didn't personally intervene, even without using spiritual power, Mingye didn't take the hundreds of people here seriously, including Guiyi. But he also found it difficult to protect Qianfan while fighting. Standing beside his lover, he knelt on the ground, the gleaming blade thrusting straight at him.

In a clash, victory often hinges not on technique, but on momentum.

Gui Yi approached, sword in hand, while the man before him remained motionless, like a lurking snake, waiting for its prey to enter its attack range before striking. Ming Ye stretched out his fingers, seizing Gui Yi's sword blade, gripping the thin, cool blade, and deflected it to the side, dissipating Gui Yi's force, bringing the two instantly very close. Ming Ye whispered, "I am the real Prince, don't be used by him!"

"Ha!" Gui Yi, of course, wouldn't believe him easily, gripping the hilt tightly and slashing horizontally with a backhand.

Ming Ye pulled Qian Fan into his arms, leaping backward, the sword energy grazing his chest, severing the black hair that fluttered at his temples.

Gui Yi pointed his sword at him: "Playing such a pointless joke, do you think I'm a fool? Trying to distract me? Not so easy!" As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished.

Instant teleportation!

The Little Demon King's spiritual power was locked, but that didn't mean he couldn't sense the spiritual power of others. He knew Guiyi's movement trajectory even without looking at it. Before the whistling sword wind from the right arrived, he had already raised his foot and swept his leg to strike.

"Ouch!" Gui Yi was struck in the abdomen, his internal organs feeling as if they had shifted. He was kicked to the ground, and before he could get up, a figure stood in front of him, sneering, "You've only mastered thirty percent of your teleportation skills, and you dare to show off in front of me?" Ming Ye squatted down in front of Gui Yi. "Trust me this once. As long as you help me bring Qian Fan back to Shuntian City safely, I'll teach you even more powerful martial arts later."

What made Gui Yi suspicious wasn't his words, but the two men's attitude towards Qian Fan. He looked at the black-haired, black-eyed boy in front of him, then turned back to look at the figure standing in the night, his silver hair gleaming. "You're the young prince? Then he..."

"He's the owner of this body, Prince Kui of the Heavenly Palace."

Kui grew impatient and shouted from afar, "What are you waiting for if you don't make a move?"

The slippery Guiyi jumped up and walked between the two: "I don't know who's real and who's fake, let's do a test. The young prince has always been kind and benevolent to his clansmen. If either of you decides to grant amnesty to the Chenglong family and not pursue anyone's responsibility, then I'll believe who is the real young prince."

Kui smiled and said, "I can consider it."

Mingye snorted coldly, "Don't even think about it! I won't let a single person who hurt Qianfan get away with it." Since he couldn't find any allies, he could only rely on himself. He pulled up his wide sleeves, revealing his smooth, jade-like arms. As soon as he slightly gathered his energy, the incantation chains immediately appeared. "Damn it, what is this thing?"

"The Thousand Cliff Binding Curse." Kui answered for him. "It's used to stop the awakening of Dark Star. Being chained up doesn't feel good, does it? Like an animal." He laughed self-deprecatingly.

“Kui,” Mingye said sincerely, his heart filled with pity for him, “You are my most important friend. If anyone tries to hurt you, I will never forgive them, no matter who they are or how powerful they are. I will stand by your side…”

“Shut up! Who wants to be your friend?!” Kui interrupted him fiercely. “You will stand by my side? What a joke! Ever since you had this person in your heart, you’ve forgotten me. What else do you care about but him? Heh, others might be fooled by you, but do you think I can’t see through your little schemes? You handed over power, stopped attending court in the Heavenly Palace, and cut off all ties. What are you after? Isn’t it just to abandon everything and run away with this bastard? Am I right, Mingming?”

“Kui…”

“To stop you from leaving, you must first kill this person.”

Guiyi’s palm turned cold; the sword was gone.

Kui snatched the sword and pointed it at Qianfan’s throat.

“No—” Mingye hugged the person in his arms tightly.

The chilling, sharp sword aura was completely different from Guiyi's, carrying a menacing killing intent. Even without contact, its chill could penetrate straight to the bone. The sword rested on the back of Mingye's neck, hard and cold against his hair. Mingye raised his fingers and gently stroked Qianfan's cheek, smiling indulgently: "Even if he dies, I will never live alone!"

With a clang, the sword was thrown down. Kui laughed loudly, like a prophecy or a curse, saying, "You won't die. Even if he dies, you won't die! I know you too well, Mingming." He opened his arms and hugged Mingye's shoulders from behind: "Poor Mingming, you're too soft-hearted. I can't bear it, but I have to be cruel to you."

As soon as Mingye heard this, darkness spread its wings, like an endless dream, enveloping him. (

Tianhun Zhuan 176

: You and I are chosen by fate. You only have me, and I only have you. We need no one else.)

"Wake up, wake up quickly! My spell won't last long."

Mingye slowly opened his eyes, and a little child darted in front of him. The child looked about seven or eight years old, with a bright and adorable appearance. Two big, dark eyes stared at him intently, filled with excitement and joy.

"Hmm...who are you?" Mingye rubbed his eyes, sat up, and looked around in confusion. "Where is this?"

"Wow!! I'm so happy to see you!" The little guy said in a childish voice, snuggling into Mingye's arms.

"Your name is Wawa? That's a strange name." This little thing is quite amusing. "Did you need something from me?" Holding the child, Mingye felt an indescribable joy and satisfaction, and his eyes unconsciously softened, as if he could let go of anything, no matter how big the problem was.

The little doll lifted its head from his arms. "I came to tell you... um, tell you... that..." He tilted his head, thought hard for a while, and suddenly clutched his head and cried out, "Oh no, I forgot! I forgot what I was going to tell you!"

Rolling his eyes, Mingye patted his head, amused and exasperated. "Never mind, don't think about it. Let's talk about something else."

"Waaah..." The little thing threw itself into his arms again, tears welling up in its eyes. "I miss you so much, but you never come to see me... not even in my dreams. Don't you want me anymore? Waaah..."

For some reason, seeing him sobbing pitifully, Mingye felt a pang of heartache. He wished he could meld the little thing into his own body, protect it, pamper it, and shield it from all harm from the outside world. He lowered his head to kiss the fluffy head, his voice gentle: "Who would bear to leave you?" As he spoke, his eyelids grew heavy, and Mingye yawned sleepily…

"Ah, I remember now!" The doll suddenly looked up, bumping straight into Mingye's chin, making him almost bite his tongue off in pain! The little thing, with an air of maturity, cupped his face and said seriously, "I came here specifically to tell you, you're about to die!"

What?! Mingye was speechless, staring at the little figure in front of him, chin in hand.

The doll spoke with great conviction: "You've been poisoned and won't live more than three years. If there's anything you wanted to do but didn't have time to do, you can tell me, and I'll help you complete it." He patted his chest, looking as if he had a heavy responsibility to fulfill.

Mingye chuckled, thinking about his words, and realized it wasn't impossible. If he only had three years left to live… He said, “I can't let go of someone. If I go before him, please take good care of him for me. Don't make him sad or angry…”

The doll nodded understandingly, “I'll take care of it. Anything else?”

Mingye thought for a moment, “There's Kui.” He smiled bitterly and scolded, “He's very willful, proud and cold-hearted, yet also very fragile. I hope one day you can warm his heart. That's something I can't do, so I'm entrusting it to you.”

“I understand.” The doll smiled, its body gradually becoming transparent.

“Don't go!” Mingye reached out to grab it, but couldn't touch anything. “Will we meet again?”

The doll shook its head noncommittally.

Was it no, or did it not know?

Mingye realized he still had so much to say to him, but it was all too late. He watched the little thing disappear, stunned for a long time, before hurriedly leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. All his wishes and love were poured out in that kiss…

Suddenly waking up, he found himself on the familiar imperial bed. He was actually sleeping in his own palace? Was he dreaming? Mingye desperately tried to recall the dream, but he had forgotten most of it. He vaguely remembered a child cursing him, saying he had less than three years to live. He decided not to hold it against the child because the little one was so beautiful. Before disappearing, the child seemed to have said something very important, but Mingye couldn't remember it at all.

“Hmm…” A soft moan came from beside him. Turning his head, he saw Qianfan sleeping soundly beside him.

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Everyone knows who Xiaokui's true love is, right? So we still can't be too cruel to him.

Looking

at his lover's sleeping face, Mingye had an unreal feeling—Would Kui really let Qianfan go? He knew Kui too well and dared not harbor any illusions. He crawled over, picked up Qianfan, and examined him thoroughly. Just as he pulled the thin robe down to his waist, Qianfan was woken up. Seeing that he was naked from the waist up, he flinched in fright.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's me!" Mingye carefully examined Qianfan's chest, then turned him over, his long, flowing black hair covering his entire back. Mingye patiently gathered his disheveled hair into a ponytail, pulling it in front of him to reveal his smooth, jade-like back. Just as he was about to continue his examination, Qianfan turned back, looking at him joyfully: "Your Highness, you're back to normal?" He said, desperately trying to hug the child affectionately.

Reminded by him, Mingye exclaimed "Ouch!" and grabbed a handful of hair from his head. Looking down, he saw several shimmering silver strands of hair lying in his palm, shining like gold threads drawn from platinum. He was relieved and smiled at Qianfan, "I'm back, hehe, I'm really back."

Qianfan snatched his hand, tenderly rubbed his head, and frowned in reproach, "Why are you pulling your own hair like that? Does it hurt?"

Mingye grabbed his hand, lifted his waist, and domineeringly turned him over, "Don't interrupt, I'm checking your body." He examined every inch of Qianfan's back.

"Your Highness, I'm fine. It's just... down there..." Qianfan found it hard to say, burying his face in the soft pillow.

"Down there? What's wrong?" The little devil laid him flat on the bed, expertly pulling up his legs, pushing and bending them to expose his private parts. "Oh, this torture device is still here?" It turned out that Qianfan's lower body was still wrapped in that specially made transparent underwear, two huge penises stretching his tender opening to its limit. The two poor little mouths, forced to swallow huge objects for so long, constantly leaked honey-like fluid, leaving a large wet patch on their pockets.

To be fair, if it were just for his own enjoyment, Mingye found Qianfan wearing this torture device quite pleasing to the eye. He pressed his palm against Qianfan's private parts and pushed upwards, immediately eliciting a scream.

"Ahhh!" The two objects in the tender hole went even deeper. "Your Highness, no..." Qianfan gripped the bedsheet tightly with one hand and clutched the child's clothes with the other, his brows furrowed as he pleaded pitifully.

"Tsk tsk, I really admire you. With these two things inserted down there, you can still sleep so soundly!" Upon hearing this, he saw his lover's cheeks flush red, turning his face away and biting his lip, exuding a seductive charm that made Mingye's heart dazzle. Damn it! With such a beautiful wife, how could anyone bear to die?! As he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss Qianfan's body, he inwardly cursed the brat he'd encountered in his dream for daring to curse him with only three years to live! Next time he saw him, he'd definitely give him a good spanking! Just then, he felt Qianfan's abdomen move slightly.

"Hmm?" He stared at his lover's slightly protruding belly, puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Qianfan asked softly.

"It feels like someone... kicked me in the face." He said indignantly, but Qianfan not only didn't believe him but also laughed at him: "Hehe, Your Highness, you're too sensitive. The baby is still small, his hands and feet haven't grown yet, how could he kick you?"

"But he just... kicked me..." Mingye pouted and muttered, gathering his spiritual energy at his fingertips, "Never mind anything else, I'll help you take off your underwear, this troublesome thing..." In his heart, he didn't really think so. If it weren't for the fact that Qianfan was uncomfortable wearing it and it might hurt her body, he would quite like it. This thing looked exceptionally sexy on Qianfan, and just looking at it made his little brother get aroused. To take it off... sigh! What a waste...

"Hiss—" He sucked back the drool that had flowed to the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm going to cut the underwear, Qianfan, you'll have to bear with it for now." Although the material was tough, it was still no match for the ice blade formed by spiritual energy. With a "plop—", the panties that had tormented Qianfan for so long finally tore open, the tear wide and unstoppable. Mingye carefully peeled the panties, still attached to the two huge penises, off Qianfan's lower body. The penises, which were gradually withdrawn from the honey hole, were covered with sticky fluid...

"Ah...uh-hmm..." Qianfan, feeling a sudden emptiness in his lower body, lay on the bed, biting his index finger tightly to prevent the shameful moan from escaping his mouth. The muffled groans coming from his nose were even more alluring. After pulling out the two huge objects, the forced, widened hole couldn't close for a moment. The bright red honey hole trembled, the tender flesh turned outward, wet and glistening, as fresh and beautiful as flower petals covered with dew.

"Qianfan, you...you here..." Mingye coughed dryly, covering up his hoarse voice. "It...it seems to be injured, all red and swollen...I, I'll disinfect it for you..." Before Qianfan could even understand how he was going to "disinfect" it, he couldn't wait to demonstrate with his actions. He buried his head between Qianfan's legs, sticking out his little tongue and licking the beautiful, intoxicating petals hard—

"Ah!!!" Qianfan jerked up abruptly. The stimulation from the tongue was too intense, making his injured private parts both itchy and numb. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if struck by an electric current. "Your Highness...I...Ah! No..." One wave subsided only for another to rise. Every cell in his body was restless, unable to stop, both afraid and wanting. The indescribable feeling was intoxicating. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were shimmering. Leaning against the soft pillow at the head of the bed, he looked down at the little head buried between his legs, a smile of infinite tenderness spreading across his lips.

In Chapter 178 of The Legend of Heavenly Souls,

Mingye cupped his lover's plump buttocks, burying his head to suck the nectar between his legs. The female orifice, penetrated by the huge object for a day and a night, received careful pampering, contracting in waves of pleasure, sending waves of tingling sensations through him. The little devil treated Qianfan's two plump labia as his lips, kissing and sucking them repeatedly, even inserting his tongue to explore inside. The rough surface of his tongue swept across the smooth, silky inner flesh, causing Qianfan's hips to jerk: "Mmm~" An unbearable moan escaped his nose. He lay limp on the bed, his consciousness hazy, unable to discern anything, letting the child enjoy his body as he pleased. His

penis was already erect above the vulva. Qianfan twisted his waist like a female snake eager for mating. Mingye nestled against him, quietly pulling down his pants, taking out his own penis, and rubbing it against Qianfan's buttocks. The surface of his labia was being rubbed against, giving Qianfan the illusion that his vagina had already been penetrated. "Ah...ah..." Following the child's rhythmic movements, he half-opened his eyes, both weak and satisfied, gazing into those alluring silver eyes on his body. Their eyes, filled with tender affection, spoke volumes beyond words, a sweet and lingering warmth filling the room.

"Let me in, please?" the little devil finally couldn't resist, whispering in Qianfan's ear.

Why even ask? Qianfan smiled, thinking. This silly child, he was already his master. From the very beginning, from their first meeting, they had made a pact; his body and soul were under his control. But this little fool had forgotten, gradually becoming cautious, cherishing and respecting him like a precious treasure. Even possessing him required first obtaining his consent. Qianfan pulled the child's head to his chest, presenting his large breasts to the child. He knew the young prince would like it, and though he was ashamed, he still blushed and said, "Before you come in, could you please suck on this for me...? It's been so many days, I... I'm so swollen..." As he spoke, he deliberately shook her pair of large, snow-white breasts.

*Pfft*—the little devil's nose almost gushed blood! This was truly an unexpected stroke

of good fortune! Without further ado, he took one of the bright red areolas into his mouth—"Ah—!!" He heard his lover's seductive moan. Without much effort, the sweet, rich juices flooded his mouth. The little devil had been hungry for a long time; his mouth pressed against Qianfan's soft, full breasts, and he gulped down the delicious milk.

Under the intense sucking, Qianfan's breasts were pulled and trembled, rolled and flattened, squeezed into different shapes. The child sucked and made sucking sounds, accompanied by Qianfan's muffled and delicate moans, instantly filling the room with an atmosphere of boundless spring. After sucking about seven or eight tenths full, the little devil finally had the strength. He supported Qianfan's waist with one arm, and with the other hand, he lifted one of her thighs. His little brother accurately found the location of her honey hole, aimed at the hot and wet little female opening, and thrust in with a mighty force.

Suddenly filled inside, Qianfan couldn't adapt, cried out in tension, and instantly tightened her female opening.

"Wow!! Qianfan, you...you need to relax!!" The little devil was covered in sweat, almost ejaculating before even reaching his climax. "It's too tight, I can't move." Even though that big thing had been inside him for a whole day and night, why was Qianfan still so tight inside?

"Waaah...it hurts...uh...ah...it hurts..." His body was out of control. Qianfan wrapped his arms around Mingye's neck, looking at him with confusion and helplessness . His captivating phoenix eyes were filled with tears, like he was wronged and in pain. His slightly parted lips wanted to speak but couldn't, only uttering moans and groans, like a child begging for more love.

"Okay, okay, be good! It won't hurt for long." Mingye coaxed him, massaging his chest.

"Mmm...baby is...is inside..." Gradually getting used to the insertion, his voice trembled with excitement. His erect penis was rubbed between their bellies, the wonderful pleasure making him reluctant to stop, but the tenderness of motherhood kept him from stopping.

"Don't worry, I'm being careful, I won't hurt the baby." Feeling unsatisfied, Mingye simply picked up Qianfan and pressed him against him.

"Ah—" Qianfan's head jerked back, and he was penetrated even deeper. His body, suspended in mid-air, had no foothold; he waved his hands, trying to grab something, but there was nothing around for him to hold onto.

Mingye lay on the bed, amusedly watching the person on top of him sway and tilt from side to side, his two white breasts bouncing up and down pitifully. If he wasn't cared for, he'd probably cry from the pain. Mingye thought with amusement, slowly reaching out to firmly grasp Qianfan's large breasts. The moment he touched the nipple, the sensation was exquisite. Beneath the thin skin, it felt as if water was flowing. In no time, the nipple swelled to the size of a cherry, erect with excitement. Mingye pinched the swollen nipple between his fingers, squeezing it hard. Milk hissed and gushed out from the tip, shooting far away. Qianfan's body stiffened, and he cried out, his penis ejaculating.

"You enjoyed it? You felt good? Hehe, now it's my turn." The little devil lifted his lover's waist, pulled him away from his own member, sat up, moved closer, and inserted his erect penis into Qianfan's anus.

"Ah ah..." A warmth spread from behind, and Qianfan, still recovering from his orgasm, was immediately overwhelmed by pleasure again. His eyes were completely unfocused, and he leaned against Mingye, his legs spread open, passively letting the child have his way. The little devil was having a great time, playing with both of Qianfan's sensitive spots.

Qianfan reacted differently to each insertion. The little devil observed carefully, his technique becoming increasingly skillful, until Qianfan was completely captivated, his body trembling with pleasure. When he thrust into Qianfan's vagina, his body would go limp, and his cries would become more seductive. If he were penetrated from behind, he would stiffen and feel ashamed, but it would be equally ecstatic.

Qianfan's lower body had been enjoyed by Mingye countless times, until a fiery jet of fluid shot deep inside him, finally softening his energized member.

In a daze, Qianfan heard the little prince say domineeringly, "Yes, you have to promise me that after the child is born, you are not allowed to feed him with your own milk. Qianfan's milk can only be used to feed me, understand?" Poor

Qianfan was so exhausted that he didn't even know if he was sitting or lying down, let alone have the strength to answer him.

Seeing his lack of reaction, Mingye misunderstood that he was refusing to agree and continued to reason with him: "Children shouldn't be spoiled. If he gets used to your milk, he won't want to drink cow's milk anymore, just like Benben..."

Mentioning Benben, the two suddenly realized: how could they have completely forgotten about him?

Poor Benben, yesterday he woke up to find his playmate, Little Wulong, gone. Turning around, he saw that Qianfan and Mingye weren't there either. He's incredibly good at recognizing people, and immediately burst into tears, refusing to stop crying no matter how the other palace maids and servants tried to comfort him. But yesterday, Mingye and Qianfan were too busy to care for themselves, leaving the poor little baby alone in the palace, crying his heart out, with no one to help.

"Uh... speaking of Benben, I was wondering why it's been so quiet today. Why hasn't he come to cause trouble? Could it be... hehe..." Mingye gave a stiff, dry laugh. "Could he have starved to death? That would be a cause for celebration, peace reigns."

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typical example of a sharp tongue but a soft heart, the Little Demon King rushed to Benben's cradle without even bothering to get dressed properly. Oh dear, the baby inside was curled up in a soft blanket, like a frozen kitten, completely still. "Benben, hey! Benben!" He poked the baby's forehead with his finger, but there was no response.

"Qian... Qianfan!" The Little Demon King took two steps back in fright, covering his face and screaming, "Come quick! Benben is starving! He... he... he won't move!"

Qianfan, being older, didn't panic like the Little Demon King. He lifted the crib blanket, gently squeezed the baby's pink little fist—it was warm—and then touched his little tummy; it was rising and falling slightly, still quite full. Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Mingye, whispering, "Benben's fine. He's eaten and is sleeping soundly. Look at his little tummy, it's moving..."

Mingye looked closely and, sure enough! His little tummy was round and plump like a ball, rising and falling rhythmically.

"You dare fake your death to fool me? I'll beat you to death!" The little devil roared, preparing to strike Benben's tender little face. Qianfan laughed and stopped him, "It's all your fault for not checking properly, you scared yourself." He paused, then said with relief, "I'm so glad Your Highness cares about Benben. I was worried you didn't like him."

"How could I care about him?" The little devil blushed, his thoughts exposed, and stubbornly denied it, "I was afraid he'd starve and you'd be sad! Come on, come on, go back to bed. You haven't eaten for a day and a night. I'll make you some bird's nest porridge." He helped Qianfan to bed and instructed, "Be good and rest, don't run around. You can read or watch TV. If you get tired, take a nap. I'll wake you up when the porridge is ready." "

Your Highness, I want to take a bath." His body was covered in sweat and milk stains, slippery and uncomfortable.

"I'll help you bathe in a bit. You can't stay hungry forever; you need to eat something first. Be good, I'll make you some soufflé later."

The sweet days passed quickly, and a month went by in the blink of an eye. Winter in the Heavenly Palace wasn't cold; the sky was clear and the wind was cool and refreshing on the face, carrying a clean and crisp scent without being harsh.

Qianfan was over four months pregnant. His belly, which hadn't been very noticeable before, had grown rapidly in the past month. His health wasn't good, and pregnancy only made things worse. With his belly protruding, Qianfan grew more and more tired each day, lying listlessly in bed all day. Even getting out of bed for a few steps would make him dizzy and breathless.

Mingye had no time to think about anything else; his eyes and heart were only for his beloved. He cherished every moment they spent together. Even when there was nothing to do, he would hold Qianfan on his lap, leaning against the chaise lounge by the French windows, admiring the winter scenery outside. Sometimes he would fall into silent contemplation, sometimes he would chat with Qianfan, or occasionally he would lower his head to kiss Qianfan's cheek and lips... until dusk fell outside the window, completely unaware of the passage of time.

"Your Highness, why are you holding me like this?" Qianfan looked up at him and asked with a smile, her voice as light as a feather.

Mingye hugged him tighter and buried his face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling him. "Hmm, because you're so soft and warm, it's very comfortable to hold you."

Qianfan's face flushed slightly. "But I'm not light either, aren't you tired?"

"Not at all, not at all. I just want to hold you, and never let go... I won't let you leave me, and I won't give you to anyone else... You're mine, you know?"

The shy girl was silent for a while before gently nodding, and the little devil smiled knowingly.

The sky was already dark, and he couldn't see any grass or trees outside the window.

Mingye carried Qianfan back to bed. "Want to watch TV? I'll go prepare dinner. I learned how to make sea bass and cucumber rolls with white bean sauce a few days ago, and there happens to be a fresh sea bass in the fridge, I'll make it for you to try."

Qianfan's mouth watered at the thought. Since becoming pregnant, the prince had replaced all the books in his study with cookbooks, learning new recipes every day to satisfy Qianfan's cravings. "Okay, I'll watch TV." He obediently picked up the remote and turned on a channel.

Mingye placed a cup of warm jujube, honey, and longan tea on the bedside table, within Qianfan's reach. "Drink some if you're thirsty, but don't drink it if it gets cold. Let me get you a fresh one..."

Just then, the four maids, Fenghua Xueyue, suddenly rushed in. One of them quickly and deftly snatched the remote from Qianfan's hand, while the other three surrounded the bed and advised, "Your Highness, you're not feeling well, you should rest more. Instead of wasting your energy watching some useless programs, you should close your eyes and rest so you'll have the energy for the big meal later."

Mingye thought they made sense. "They're right." He helped Qianfan lie down. "We'll have dinner soon. Lie down and stop watching those prime-time dramas."

Thinking of the sumptuous dinner, Qianfan obediently nodded and closed her eyes.

Mingye entered the kitchen, tossed the TV remote aside, and asked, "What happened? Why won't Qianfan watch TV?"

"Your Highness!" Four palace maids knelt before him, their faces grave. "This is terrible!" The young master of the Demon Clan

in the Heavenly Soul Chronicles 180

hadn't left his house for nearly a month; no wonder he was completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Recently, a lewd short film circulated online, recording the entire process of a group of silver-haired officers gang-raping a man.

This video of unknown origin not only went viral online, but some obscure TV channels, in an effort to boost ratings, dared to challenge moral boundaries and broadcast it on television, causing an uproar overnight. Most people believed that the soldiers' silver hair in the video was real, and that only demons would commit such lewd and absurd crimes. However, some believed it was dyed; otherwise, this short film, damaging the reputation of the Demon Clan, wouldn't have circulated for so long, becoming widely known, yet the Demon Clan ignored it, not even sending a spokesperson to clarify.

It's easy to imagine the shock and fury the Demon Lord would feel upon seeing the video. Without any investigation or interrogation, he immediately ordered the arrest of Cheng Long, one of the three noble clans, and imprisoned in the water dungeon of Shuntian City.

His trusted aide returned to report, "Your Highness, the man is locked in the cell awaiting his fate."

"Have someone keep a close eye on him; don't let him die easily!" Even in his extreme rage, wishing he could personally tear that beast to pieces, the Demon Lord suppressed his anger. He knew the most urgent matter was preventing the video from spreading further.

"We can't immediately ban it entirely," Hui Yuanxi, the president of the media giant Huijiu Group, advised him over the phone. "A sudden ban would arouse suspicion and deepen people's speculation about the Demon Clan." Ming Ye

remained silent on the other end of the line. He knew this all too well, but he dared not imagine what it would be like if Qian Fan were to find out about the video one day—wouldn't that be tantamount to pushing him to his death? Seeing herself filmed in such a horrific way, how could that fragile, self-possessed person go on living?

Heart-wrenching pain gripped him; he couldn't refute Hui Yuanxi's words, nor could he agree with her opinion. Reason and emotion were locked in a fierce struggle, his heart feeling like it was being ground between two millstones, almost bleeding.

He remained silent for a long time. Hui Yuanxi, worried, comforted him, "Don't panic, Your Highness. The public is just greedy for novelty. Just ignore it, let them make a fuss. Once this heat dies down, even more explosive news will appear, and who will remember this? Listen to me, just bear with it. At this juncture, any action would backfire."

With a "click," the phone rang.

Hui Yuanxi let out a soft breath. She understood the prince's temperament; his silence was tantamount to agreement. How painful it would be for the prince to know that the person he deeply loved had been gang-raped and that the entire process had been filmed and publicly displayed before everyone. He didn't destroy those websites and TV stations in a fit of rage; instead, he called her to discuss countermeasures, which showed remarkable composure.

Hui Yuanxi made several more calls, instructing that even if the broadcasts couldn't be stopped immediately, the power of the Huijiu Group should be used to pressure the relevant internet and TV station executives to gradually reduce the frequency of the short films, hoping to quell the controversy before the young demon lord erupted.

The Chenglong clan chief suffered the consequences, tormented to the point of near death by the ubiquitous demon maggots in the water dungeon, his hysterical screams becoming the accompaniment to the howling winter wind.

When Guiyi appeared outside the palace, pleading for his uncle, Mingye wasn't surprised at all. A

barrier had been erected outside the palace, and Guiyi, despite his head being bruised and bleeding, couldn't break through. He was naturally stubborn and relentless, determined to see the young prince. If Mingye ignored him, he would likely die from blood loss outside. Just as he futilely charged into the barrier for the nth time, whether moved by his perseverance or fearing that his death would soil the palace, the barrier actually opened a gap for him.

A beautiful palace maid came before him, coldly raising her chin at him: "Go to the study quickly, don't keep the young prince waiting."

Gui Yi looked up, smiling gratefully, almost startling the maid into a scream. His forehead was bruised, and blood streamed down his face. Gui Yi was certain that the young prince was a soft-hearted person, and had once been half his master; the two had some affection for each other, and seeing him so badly injured, he might sympathize with him. The young master thought optimistically, not bothering to wipe the blood from his face with his sleeve, trying to look as disheveled as possible.

He followed the maid to the study, the door closed behind him as she withdrew.

The room was filled with calming incense, and Gui Yi knelt on one knee. This was his first time in the young prince's study. He had long heard of it as a solemn and serious place, where only high-ranking officials and nobles were qualified to be summoned for discussions. Once one was fortunate enough to set foot here, one could rise rapidly in the demon realm's political arena—a place countless aspiring officials dreamed of reaching.

Gui Yi knelt for a while before daring to slightly raise his head and look around. The enormous room was comparable to half a main hall, leaving him momentarily disoriented. The room wasn't as cold as rumored; it was at least much warmer than outside, but the lighting was dim, creating a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere, unlike what one would expect from an office.

Blood dripped onto his eyelashes, obstructing his vision. He squinted, vaguely making out a soft couch deep within the room, with figures moving on it. Occasionally, soft, fragmented sounds reached his ears—soft voices, like whispers or moans, weak and feeble, like a bowl of glutinous rice soaked in sugar water.

"Young prince?" Gui Yi wiped his eyes with his sleeve, adjusting to the dimness of the room. He saw clearly—two figures intertwined on the couch. The silver-haired prince, dressed in a magnificent white robe with a silver fox fur collar around his neck, possessed an incomparably handsome face, resembling a little fox spirit who had just transformed into a human. He smiled alluringly at the person beside him.

Qianfan, inseparable from him, wore a light purple brocade palace dress. Brocade was even more precious than silk, as soft and light as gauze, with no more than three bolts produced annually, and extremely difficult to embroider; a single plain bolt was priceless. Even in the dim light, the brocade on Qianfan's body displayed flowing, exquisite, and intricate patterns.

The prince nestled obediently against Qianfan's chest, neither moving nor speaking, but Qianfan knew his thoughts: "Hungry?" he asked softly, and the little head in his arms nodded vigorously. Qianfan smiled knowingly, pulled down his clothes, revealing his snow-white chest, and fed the child his fragrant, tender nipple…

Guiyi, from Chapter 181 of *

Tianhun Chuan*, was dumbfounded. He wasn't unfamiliar with Qianfan; how could the shy Qianfan willingly breastfeed the little prince?! He knelt in the distance, watching the two be intimate, his heart growing colder with each passing moment.

The child gently touched his nipple with his little tongue, "Mmm—" Qianfan felt as if his soul had been lifted up, floating aimlessly in mid-air, feeling adrift. A warm, wet sensation welled up in his lower body, spreading across his underwear.

"Qianfan, so sweet..." The child looked up at him innocently and dependently, like a pure white lamb. Qianfan, filled with tenderness, embraced the child, gently stroking his hair, and scolded him in a doting tone, "You're a boy, how come you like to act so spoiled?" Mingye,

without any shame, smiled mischievously, lightly touching the tender nipple with his fingertip.

"Ah!!" Qianfan's chest jolted, as if electrocuted. Water trickled from his breasts to the only outlet, milky white oozing from the bright red nipple. The little prince saw it, and Qianfan himself... saw it too. "Ah, then... how could this be? I..." He blushed deeply, wanting to cover his breasts with his hands.

"Don't move, I love looking! It's so beautiful..."

"But this is also..." Qianfan's hands were pressed down on either side of his head by the young prince. He turned his head to one side and closed his eyes sadly: "It's so embarrassing... It's so big... Doesn't the young prince think this body... is strange?" His chest felt slightly cool, and something soft was gently nibbling at his snow-white peaks.

The snow-white, smooth skin was kissed again and again by Mingye, and the wet sucking sounds echoed in the empty room, which was particularly arousing: "I like it very much! I like Qianfan the most. The imperial physician said that after you give birth to the baby, your body will return to its original state, and as long as you don't have engorgement, your breasts will also return to flat. So you don't have to worry. Actually... I like Qianfan now even more." The little wolf in sheep's clothing finally revealed his true colors. "Mmm, your breasts are so big...and so soft! It feels so comfortable to rest my head on them..." He said, rubbing his cheek against Qianfan's sensitive breasts. A hissing sound came from beneath his skin. He pressed his face down gently, and Qianfan trembled, screaming, "Your Highness...no! No! It's so swollen...wait, it's going to burst..."

"I'll suck out the fluid, and it won't be swollen anymore." He only said it, but did nothing, constantly nudging the swollen nipple with his little nose. Under his teasing, the soft flesh quickly hardened.

Qianfan raised his chest high, pleading, "Suck...suck it away! Waaah...Your Highness, help me!" He swayed his waist, kicking his legs wildly, his lower body's lustful hole was stimulated to the point of overflowing honey, swollen and itchy, wishing that His Highness would lick it for him, but he couldn't say these lewd thoughts out loud.

"Alright, stop moving around. I'll suck it for you." It was clearly the little devil who got the benefit, but he acted as if he was unwilling.

Hearing the young prince say he would help him suckle, his nipples instantly tingled, especially the tiny openings at the tips, which itched terribly, as if ants were scrambling to burrow inside. Two rosy points, blooming like red plum blossoms in the snow on his chest, awaited the child's touch.

"Can't wait? Hehe, Qianfan, you..."

"Hurry, young prince... I... I feel so uncomfortable..." He lowered his head, tears welling in his eyes, and just then saw the child slightly part his pale purple lips, slowly and deliberately placing them on one of his nipples, taking it in, tightening it, and then leisurely sucking.

He was so eager to offer his sweetness to the child... His expression was one of pleasure and satisfaction, softly moaning, whispering a longing only his lover could understand: Not enough... young prince, I want more... more... please enter my body... possess me completely! Everything... all of me, I give it all to you without reservation...

Suddenly, Qianfan's whole body stiffened. He discovered it, finally discovered it—there was another person in the room—the noble young master kneeling in the distance, staring blankly at them!

"Ah, you!" He frantically tried to straighten his clothes, but the child in his arms was enjoying sweet milk with his eyes closed. He couldn't bear to disturb him, so he turned slightly to shield himself from the gaze of others. He only wanted the young prince to see his naked body. He gently shook the child in his arms: "Young prince, someone's here."

Mingye, who had been teasing Qianfan without a care in the world, finally released his mouth, feigning surprise as he looked up: "Someone?" His gaze passed over Qianfan to Guiyi kneeling in the distance. "Oh, really. Why didn't you say anything when you came? Don't you know not to look at what is improper?" Only Guiyi could understand the coldness in his tone. Mingye

helped Qianfan straighten his clothes and handed him over to the four palace maids, Feng Hua Xue Yue, who had been summoned.

"You should leave for

a moment and behave yourself. I'll come back to you after I've dealt with things here." Qianfan, heavily pregnant, moved slowly, and four palace maids carefully supported him.

"Your Highness..." Before leaving, Qianfan glanced at Guiyi worriedly, his lips moved but he didn't know what to say, so he turned his gaze to Mingye, the child he knew best and was closest to. Mingye leaned against the soft couch, smiling, not at him, but at the noble young master in the distance. His slightly curved eyes held no smile, chilling one to the bone. He couldn't intrude into the world of the young prince, and despite his worry, he couldn't get a word in edgewise. "Sigh..." He sighed quietly and followed the palace maids back to his room.

05-07
Heavenly Soul Chronicles 182

Everyone was smart; Guiyi knew perfectly well what the young prince's intention was in showing him this scene today. All the words of pleading he had prepared beforehand were now stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one. Imagine, such a beloved treasure, cherished and pampered, was snatched away in a moment of carelessness, and then subjected to utter humiliation and degrading. Anyone would find it unbearable!

"Your Highness, I...I came today..." Cold sweat, like a snake, snaked down his forehead and back. It was impossible. No matter what he said, no matter how eloquent he was, His Highness would not grant him his wish today.

Lazily crossing his legs, Mingye leaned forward slightly, gazing at Guiyi, and smiled, "Hmm? What do you want to say to me? If you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, then let me speak."

"Your Highness!" Guiyi cried out in pain, kneeling on both knees, prostrating himself, his head slamming heavily to the ground. The movement was swift but unnatural; having been pampered since childhood, he had never performed such a deep bow to anyone! "Your Highness! I beg you, that's my uncle, my respected elder, I beg you... spare his life!" His voice seemed to resonate throughout the room, the buzzing sound assaulting his eardrums. Gui Yi finished speaking, still not daring to lift his head, his clothes already soaked with cold sweat. *Clang

!

* A silver-white sword was thrown in front of him, the hilt bearing the emblem of the Demon Royal Family, with the character "冥" (Ming) engraved in the center.

"You have two choices." Ming Ye's voice carried the arrogance of a king, cold and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation. "First, take this sword and give him a quick death, then bring his head back to me, and your family will be safe. Second, let me end his life myself. You have no third option, but let me tell you," Ming Ye smiled, pursing his lips, "the person in the water dungeon must be eager to die quickly; the longer it drags on, the more painful it will be."

The sword lying on the ground, still sheathed, gleamed with a chilling light; how could Gui Yi dare touch it? He knelt before the young prince, almost weeping. For a proud young boy, he had already abandoned all dignity. "No! I don't want my uncle to die! Your Highness, you have family too, you understand that feeling. My uncle was just confused for a moment, please have mercy and spare him this time! I promise, I swear, the Chenglong family will be loyal to the royal family to the death! We will serve Your Highness with all our might, even unto death!" He kowtowed repeatedly.

"Are you trying to negotiate with me?" Mingye sneered, "If I don't let him go, will your Chenglong family rebel?"

"I..." Guiyi was speechless for a moment, but he couldn't deny the subconscious threat in his words.

"Guiyi, your stupidity lies in always starting negotiations at inappropriate times!" Mingye's face turned cold, and he rebuked him bluntly, "You were like that when you found us in the wilderness that day, and you are now. You need to know that the advantage and control are not in your hands at all, so what right do you have to negotiate with me?"

...In the wilderness? Gui Yi's mind, still reeling from the shock, took a while to recall that the day he mentioned was the day he led his army to find Qian Fan and the young prince whose body had been switched in the wilderness. At that time, he had actually confirmed that the young prince's soul resided in Shen Tiankui's body, but he pretended not to know, using the condition of "releasing them" to blackmail them and refusing to offer assistance.

"That day was my fault! But...but I later safely escorted you back to the palace."

"Should I thank you?"

"No! I wouldn't dare! Young prince, I just beg you to be merciful...It's all my fault, punish me however you like. Please spare my uncle, okay? It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Overwhelmed with sorrow, he covered his eyes and sobbed.

If it weren't for his curiosity, his insistence on provoking his uncle's new favorite, thus uncovering this unspeakable secret, Qian Fan would probably still be imprisoned in his house. It's all his fault! It was his momentary weakness that led Qianfan to make that phone call, which brought about his uncle's death.

"Guiyi, let me tell you frankly, even killing him a thousand or ten thousand times wouldn't quell my hatred. I only sent you to finish him off because of your kindness..."

"My uncle doesn't deserve to die! Why don't you hand him over to a military court for trial? Whatever the charge, at least it will be fair and just." Despite all the sweet talk, Guiyi's stubbornness flared up like a flame. He tilted his head back and glared directly at Mingye.

"Insolence!"

The implication was that Mingye was abusing his power in his palace, treating the prisoner unfairly.

He laughed angrily, "Fairness and justice?! What a load of rubbish! My judgment is the only truth. If you're not satisfied, wait until you climb over my head." His patience exhausted, he stood up and stormed off, a hoarse roar echoing behind him—

"I hate you! If you insist on executing my uncle, I'll hate you for life! I'll make you pay with your life!"

His departing steps paused at this, "Is that so?" Mingye didn't turn back, only leaving behind the words: "I hurt someone important to you, and you want me to pay with my life. Then what right do you have to demand that I let the murderer who hurt Qianfan go?"

Guiyi was speechless, standing there for a long time before slowly bending down to pick up the sword from the ground…

Qianfan returned to his room, feeling uneasy, worried that the young prince might have said something to that noble boy. The boy's obsequiousness before leaving, and the unfamiliar coldness in the young prince's eyes, filled him with unease.

"Master, would you like some refreshments?" Four maids placed exquisite and nourishing refreshments on the table.

Recently, Qianfan's appetite had increased significantly, but all the nutrients were being absorbed by the little one in his belly, leaving him with little weight gain.

Qianfan shook his head, "I'm not hungry now, I want to take a bath." The little prince had just sucked on his chest, leaving his underwear damp and sticky, making him uncomfortable; he wanted to change.

Several maids covered their mouths and giggled, misunderstanding Qianfan's meaning, thinking he wanted to wash himself to await the little prince's return.

Soon, warm spring water was poured into the bath. Qianfan undressed; his movements were sluggish, and even if he didn't want to, he could only let the maids help him change. Shy, he didn't dare undress completely in front of the girls, so he wore his undergarments while bathing.

Just as he was about to step into the bath, he caught sight of the change of clothes beside him—a sheer, almost invisible garment.

"Is this…the clothes you're going to give me later?" he asked, turning back to Feng Hua Xue Yue in confusion.

Xiaoxue unfolded the gossamer-thin gauze dress, embroidered with begonias in gold and silver thread. "It's beautiful! It looks best on Master."

Qianfan quickly shook his head, lifting the dress to examine it from side to side, looking troubled. "No, wearing clothes like this..." How could he face anyone?

The clever Xiaofeng rushed to persuade him, "Why not? This gauze dress is sexy yet innocent, perfectly complementing Master's temperament. His Highness will definitely like it." "

Ah, really?" Qianfan's heart sweetened. "Really? His Highness... will like it?"

"Of course, of course!" The palace maids chattered around him. "Master's body is beautiful. Wearing this kind of gauze best shows off Master's fair skin and exquisite curves... Ah!"

The speaker was lightly slapped on the head by Qianfan, and he withdrew his hand, awkwardly stroking his protruding belly. "What curves? Looking at me now, His Highness will think I'm ugly..."

Everyone looked at each other, shaking their heads in disbelief: Sometimes Master's inferiority complex was truly inexplicable.

Xiaoyue said, "Master, how could you think that? In His Highness's eyes, you are undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the world!"

Qianfan blushed and weakly retorted, "You...you dare to laugh at me?" But his heart was as sweet as if he had eaten honey. He pretended to be angry and chased all the maids out of the bathroom: "I'll wash myself today. You all go and do other things. Don't come in."

The girls didn't dare to disobey him. They told him to be careful alone and to call them if he couldn't handle it, and then they left. After confirming

that

he was the only one left in the bathroom, Qianfan finally felt relieved and took off his last clothes, including his underwear. "Ah!" he exclaimed. It turned out that the crotch of his underwear was completely soaked, with a large puddle of water and several silver threads extending from his mons pubis. After they broke, they all flowed down from his inner thighs, cool and damp. He quickly tied up his black hair with a hairpin, stepped into the pool, washed his underwear, and then carefully washed his genitals.

Drying himself, he went to the mirror, took out the thin gauze dress, and examined it closely: "What kind of clothes is this?" After hesitating for a moment, to please the boy, he put it on.

The gossamer-thin dress clung to his skin, offering no coverage whatsoever. His snow-white breasts, almost bursting with milk, were so sexy they made one want to bite them. Two rosy, alluring areolas were clearly visible against the thin gauze. His plump buttocks, washed white and pink by the warm water, revealed a mysterious and alluring cleft, barely concealed by the gauze, making one want to peek and discover its beauty.

Qianfan was unaware of how beautiful and alluring his body was in a man's eyes; he only cared about his excessively large breasts.

"Here... Your Highness really doesn't mind? It's so big..." Pregnant women inevitably tend to overthink, and he began to wonder: if His Highness liked his breasts, would he like women's bodies even more?

He gently kneaded the two round breasts, and a tingling sensation immediately spread throughout his body. "Mmm..." he gasped, "How did I become... so sensitive?" Overwhelmed with shame, Qianfan looked down and saw the milky white milk gushing from his nipples. Afraid of staining his clothes, he quickly pulled open one side of his shirt and wiped away the little bit of milk that had accidentally sprayed out from his nipples. Unexpectedly, when he pinched and twisted the tender nipples with his fingers, his whole body went limp, and he fell to the ground with a "thud," luckily on a thick, long-haired carpet.

"Qianfan!" The child pushed open the door and saw him fall, and was terrified, running towards him.

"Ah, Your Highness!" Unable to get up from the ground, Qianfan happily stretched out her arms to greet him. "You're back?"

Mingye embraced the soft, fragrant body tightly. "Did you fall? Did you hurt yourself?" He looked down at the dazed beauty in his arms, noticing that his robes were half-open, revealing his bare chest—quite alluring. The man himself seemed oblivious, only smiling gently at him.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Qianfan shook her head, then felt a slight unease in her lower abdomen, but didn't pay much attention.

Since becoming pregnant, his appearance had become even more captivating, often a single glance enough to make one's heart flutter. Mingye gazed at her intently, unable to look away. "Qianfan...you're so beautiful!"

Praised, Qianfan felt both happy and embarrassed, stammering, "No... it's just... the clothes... uh..." His words became increasingly incoherent.

"The clothes?" Mingye noticed. "Ah! The clothes are very nice too. Who picked them out for you? You have good taste."

Qianfan nervously clutched the hem of his clothes: "Does Your Highness... like them? Ah!"

The child planted a firm kiss on his bare breast: "I love them! I love them! From now on, when it's just the two of us, Qianfan should wear this..." Mingye's voice froze instantly, his gaze following Qianfan's body, inadvertently catching sight of the crimson color gradually spreading on the white carpet. "Qianfan, you..." The little devil's face turned pale, and he hurriedly lifted Qianfan's clothes, the glaring blood continuously gushing from his genitals. Mingye gasped, "You still say you're fine?! You're bleeding, you idiot, don't you know that?"

"Ah, really!" The burning sensation in his lower abdomen slowly turned into pain upon seeing the blood. He was very worried about the baby in his belly, and the prince's anger terrified him even more. Qianfan collapsed into Mingye's arms, weakly replying, "Waaah, I... I know now."

Mingye was utterly helpless against his slowness. Overwhelmed by anxiety and pain, he couldn't help but burst into a tirade, "Idiot! You didn't even feel yourself bleeding so much?! Why did you have to bathe yourself when you had all those people serving you? You're pregnant now, how could you not be more careful? So careless..."

The servants outside, hearing the commotion, knew something was wrong. They rushed in and saw blood everywhere. They immediately split up, and four palace maids stepped forward to persuade him, "Your Highness, please stop scolding. Your master is about to cry. Please carry him to bed quickly. The imperial physician will be here soon."

Mingye snapped out of his daze and scooped Qianfan up in his arms.

He had lost a lot of blood, and his head felt heavy. Qianfan rested his head on Mingye's shoulder, staring blankly at the boy's handsome profile, listening to his frantic heartbeat. His abdomen felt like it was burning fiercely, yet he smiled. No matter how much pain he felt, it couldn't compare to the comfort in his heart: "Your Highness, no matter what happens in the future, you mustn't abandon me..."

Humans are greedy; he wanted all of the boy's love: "Don't despise me...don't leave me...okay?"

"Okay!" Mingye blurted out without thinking, agreeing to everything, but his voice choked in his throat, like a bitter wad of cotton that couldn't be expelled.

Qianfan in his arms was pale with pain, yet his smile was pure and innocent. Mingye would never forget that smile.

"I will always stay by your side, by our baby's side." Warm liquid dripped down his arm, Mingye's hand trembled slightly, he lowered his head and kissed his lover's forehead, comforting her, "I'm here, it's alright! Qianfan, don't be afraid!"

With a reassuring smile, Qianfan slowly closed her eyes.

I'm here, it's alright! Qianfan, don't be afraid!

These words lingered in her ears, accompanying her into her dreams... When

the imperial

physicians arrived, most of the sheets were already stained crimson. The man lying on the bed had been unconscious for some time, his face completely pale. The young prince sitting at the head of the bed looked no better, he held his lover's hand tightly, his gaze fixed on that peaceful sleeping face, not blinking, afraid that if he closed his eyes, that person's faint breath would cease to exist.

"...Your Highness...Your Highness!!" The young attending physician had to raise his voice before the child responded, slowly withdrawing his gaze and turning to look at them. The imperial physician stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Please excuse yourself, Your Highness, so that I may examine the patient."

Ignoring the presence of others, Mingye took Qianfan's warm hand and gently stroked it against his cheek for a moment. His lips moved slightly, as if he were saying something, but no one could hear him clearly.

Reluctantly, he placed Qianfan's hand back on the bed and stepped away. With his arms crossed, he watched the doctors operate expressionlessly. For the examination, they had to remove Qianfan's clothes, spread his legs, and insert an endoscope into his body. His already bleeding vaginal opening was further strained by the cold instrument. The unconscious Qianfan frowned, struggling in pain, but the medical staff immediately restrained his limbs. Any movement would only harm the fetus if the instrument was inserted further.

“…Ugh…No…Your Highness…Save…Save me…” Tears streamed down his face as he murmured helplessly in his sleep, each word feeling like a knife cutting into Mingye’s heart. The child stood there blankly, stiff as a board, his nails digging into the muscles of his arms, yet he felt nothing.

Qianfan awoke in pain, weakly half-opening his eyes, struggling to make out his surroundings.

The endoscope inserted into his body couldn’t find any wounds, but the blood vessels in his uterine wall had inexplicably ruptured. The imperial physician used a cotton swab to collect a little blood and dissolved it in various test solutions. Before getting the results, the attending physician pressed and squeezed Qianfan’s swollen abdomen to confirm the baby’s position, while other medical staff collected saliva and breast milk samples for testing.

Qianfan, just awakened, only knew that a group of strange men were surrounding him. A cold, hard object had just been pulled out of his vagina, and the men’s hands were groping him. Someone pried open his mouth and pushed a thin, rod-shaped object inside. "Ah ah..." He shook his head in resistance, but his jaw was forcibly held in place. He was terrified and still in shock. Then someone grabbed and rubbed his chest, and pressed a cotton swab against his nipple. Unable to bear the stimulation of the cotton, his nipple squirted out milk as if he had lost control of his bladder, soaking the cotton swab with water, like a melted popsicle stick.

"Ah...ah—what are you doing?! Let me go! Don't touch me! Your Highness...waaaah...Your Highness!" As soon as his mouth was free, he immediately shook his head, looking left and right, searching for the child's figure. He was his only support in his fright. Finally, his eyes met the child's not far from the bedside: "Your Highness..." He tried to reach out to the child...

"Enough! Enough!!!" The child rushed forward, pushing away everyone surrounding Qianfan. He couldn't bear to see his beloved child sad and in tears. He wanted to tear apart everyone who made Qianfan cry, even if they were doctors with the purpose of saving lives.

Mingye held Qianfan tightly in his arms, not letting anyone touch him anymore. The child lay on his chest, tears soaking his clothes. The soft, weak sobs fueled his anger. He swept his cold gaze over the medical staff standing to the side.

Unable to resist, everyone hastily knelt down to beg for forgiveness. For a moment, the palace was silent, all the test solutions turning red in the ensuing silence.

"What happened?" Mingye demanded, pointing at the bottles of test solutions. The

young physician, always honest, didn't hide anything: "The test results are positive. The toxins in his body have begun to invade his heart and bone marrow; there's no cure." He added, seemingly unafraid of death, "Your Highness, please avoid excessive contact with the patient from today onwards, especially avoiding contact with the patient's bodily fluids, such as blood, saliva, breast milk..."

"Shut up!" Mingye roared, kicking the man to the ground. "A bunch of useless trash! You've had so much time and still can't create an antidote..."

"The Demon Realm's deadly poison, Tumi, is inherently incurable! I've done my best," the young man retorted, getting up and rubbing his sore spot. "It's impossible to create an antidote in just a few months, even a divine physician couldn't!"

A divine physician?!

A sudden thought struck Mingye, and he remembered the Imperial Physician Princess. A terrifying yet audacious idea gradually took shape in his mind.

Using top-of-the-line equipment and medicine, he finally managed to temporarily stop the bleeding from Qianfan's lower body.

After dismissing everyone, Qianfan, exhausted and in pain, refused to sleep no matter how Mingye tried to coax him. Leaning against the child, he softly asked, "Your Highness... am I going to die soon?"

"No!" Mingye answered decisively.

Unfortunately, Qianfan didn't believe him. He stroked his round belly and bit his lip, asking softly, "Is it true that the baby will die with me before it's even born?"

Mingye cupped his face, forcing him to look into her eyes, then looked at him firmly and answered, word by word, "No! It won't happen! With me here, I will definitely not let anything happen to you. Qianfan, don't you believe me?"

Qianfan looked at him quietly, a gentle smile on his lips: "I believe you..." Seeing the child's light purple lips approaching, about to touch his own, he quickly turned his face away. A kiss fell through, and he hardened his heart, ignoring the hurt look in his child's eyes: "The doctor said I have poison in my body, we... can't kiss anymore, and we can't do... that kind of thing..."

"Here," Mingye stroked his two soft breasts, "you're not going to let me touch them either?" The little devil smiled wickedly: "They're so big, if you don't let me suck them, won't you feel uncomfortable?"

Qianfan's sensitive body heated up, and he breathed softly: "Squeezing with my hands... is okay, but you can't suck them... they're poisonous... bad for your health. Ah... slower, slower... Your Highness, don't touch so hard... uh-huh! Ah... if Your Highness wants... you can... you can do it here..."

"Do it here?" Mingye looked at Qianfan, not quite understanding, then looked down at his high breasts.

Qianfan was certain that the lustful little devil couldn't possibly go without touching him for long, fearing that the child might lose control and take him, thus transferring the poison to him. Suppressing his shame, he suggested to the child, "Hmm...we can do it with your breasts too, Your Highness, would you like to try?" He smiled and pulled his shirt down to his shoulders, squeezing his arms slightly between his breasts, instantly revealing a deep cleavage between his two snowy peaks. "Your Highness...just insert it...it's very hot and soft...and very comfortable..." His voice was as low as it could be, his eyes glancing sideways elsewhere, not daring to look at the child.

The cleavage wasn't penetrated, but the child's mouth gently took his nipple in, sucking it loudly.

Qianfan leaned back, his chest naturally rising to meet the sucking mouth: "Don't suck...I have toxins in my body...Your Highness, don't suck!" He cried out urgently, but his body uncontrollably responded, milk almost spraying into the child's mouth. "Ah...no! Hmm...uh..."

Mingye lay on his chest, raising his eyes to observe his reaction, sucking on the hard, pit-like nipple and pulling it upwards.

"Ah!!!" Qianfan cried out in a mixture of tears and lewd moans, his five-month pregnant body writhing more wildly than a snake.

After several triumphant nibbles, Mingye released his nipple, continuing the kisses, the soft smacking sounds leading to his genitals, the large, protruding belly covered in wet marks. Qianfan's waist, hips, and thighs were smooth and flawless, the little devil's mouth sweeping back and forth, licking Qianfan's erect penis. Without warning, the nimble little tongue teased his still-bleeding labia. Startled,

Qianfan quickly clamped the child's head between his thighs, propping himself up and shaking his head at the child beneath him: "No! Not there!" His clitoris was itching unbearably; he knew his juices were about to flow, and he couldn't let the little prince ingest them.

Mingye had no taboos; his reluctance to possess Qianfan stemmed from concerns about his weak constitution, not from fear of transmitting any toxins to him. He carefully noted every sensitive spot on Qianfan's body, observing his erection, thinking to himself: At this moment, the hardness of his penis should be enough to pierce a woman's hymen.

*Tianhun Zhuan* 185

"What did you say? You want to marry the eldest princess of the Imperial Physician's family?"

In the Emperor's Palace, the Fourth Prince looked at his kneeling apprentice with surprise. He hadn't seen him for a long time, only knowing that he hid in his palace every day, completely detached from worldly affairs, like a snail hiding in its shell. Today, for some unknown reason, he suddenly came to the Heavenly Palace, and immediately wanted to marry Princess Shuixinsha of the Imperial Physician's family. It was inexplicable, truly baffling.

"Marriage is not a child's play; it concerns the girl's entire life. You've just married a concubine; what title do you intend to give the princess?"

Mingye felt guilty; if he had other choices, he wouldn't have taken this step. “I… I will make her my principal wife.”

The Fourth Prince still felt uneasy. Why would Mingye suddenly fall for a girl he had barely met, and even want to marry her? There must be something fishy going on. But he loved his little apprentice dearly. Seeing the boy’s increasingly thin face, even though he was wearing thick robes, his body was still shivering from the cold as he knelt before the palace, the Fourth Prince’s heart softened. The boy was suffering from an unknown poison, and it was unknown when it would take effect. It would be good to have a skilled physician as a wife to take care of him. So he did not object further and looked up to ask the Heavenly Emperor on the throne.

The Heavenly Emperor always had an unfathomable smile on his lips: “This marriage is not difficult, but it is not easy either.” He put down his teacup and nodded slightly to the Fourth Prince: “You may leave now. I have some things to clarify with His Highness Mingye.”

The Fourth Prince was puzzled. What could he not say to his face? But once the Heavenly Emperor referred to himself as "朕" (Zhen, meaning "I, the Imperial Emperor"), he knew that only the duty between ruler and subject remained between them, and no overstepping of this duty was permitted. After bowing, he had no choice but to excuse himself as instructed.

"Alright, there is no third person here. Can you tell me the truth, why do you insist on marrying Princess Shuixinsha?" The Heavenly Emperor leisurely propped his head up, smiling as he looked at the boy with his head bowed below.

"Princess, you are beautiful and intelligent. I fell in love with you at first sight. I beg Your Majesty

's permission..." "Hahaha!" Hearing such a ridiculous joke, the man on the head seat laughed loudly, "You still remember you are my subject? I have summoned you many times, but you refused to attend court. It's clear you're living a carefree life as a subject."

Mingye's palms were slightly sweaty. Knowing the Heavenly Emperor was about to punish him, he lowered his head even further to show his sincerity: "It was my fault. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

"Punish me?" The Heavenly Emperor snorted coldly. This child was arrogant and unruly. He really wanted to punish him with a serious crime of "disregarding the majesty of Heaven" to temper his arrogance. Unfortunately, this brat was Yin Qi's darling, and punishing him might hurt Yin Qi's feelings. He hesitated, glancing at the tall figure standing outside the palace gate, and abandoned the idea of punishment.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip to moisten his throat, and said, "I'll ask you one more time, why do you want to marry the Imperial Physician Princess?"

Mingye was getting anxious. He wasn't stupid; from the moment the Heavenly Emperor sent the Fourth Prince away, he knew things wouldn't go smoothly. "Your Majesty, I... I really do love her..."

"Love at first sight?" The Heavenly Emperor interrupted him, the cold smile on his lips vanishing instantly. He slammed the teacup down on the table. "How dare you! Do you think I'm so easily fooled? Do you think I'll believe you just because you insist you've fallen for her?"

Mingye forced himself to lower his stance and prostrated himself on the ground. "This humble subject wouldn't dare."

"Hmph! The Fourth Prince dotes on you, that's why he allows you to be willful." The Heavenly Emperor looked down at him, his words like hammer blows on nails. "Every move you make in the palace doesn't escape my eyes!" Mingye

shuddered. The Heavenly Emperor's words didn't seem false. He thought the barrier he had set up outside the palace was impenetrable, but who knew there were spies from the Heavenly Palace infiltrating! How could this be? He pondered silently, trying to find a loophole. The Heavenly Emperor's voice came from above, tinged with pity: "You've done so much, all for that person, haven't you?"

Startled, Mingye abruptly looked up to meet the Heavenly Emperor's gaze, his eyes gradually shifting from astonishment to unwavering resolve and fearlessness—

"Yes!"

For his beloved, he would risk everything, even going against the entire world.

"For him, was it worth it?" The Heavenly Emperor's tone softened, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

Remembering that person's frail figure, Mingye felt a warmth in his heart, a smile blooming on his face like cherry blossoms in spring, bright and sweet. He nodded solemnly: "Worth it! No regrets."

The ruler of the Heavenly Palace was moved in that instant; his lips moved slightly, but he could no longer utter a word of reproach. He was so young, yet he already fully understood what he wanted, protecting her without hesitation. Regardless of the outcome, at this moment, his courage was truly admirable.

"Very well! I grant your request and betroth the Imperial Physician Princess to you. However, I have two conditions."

Mingye sighed, listening intently.

"First, the wedding cannot be rushed. To give the Imperial Physician an explanation, you two should get engaged first, and then hold the grand ceremony on a chosen day. Second, you have now resigned from all your posts in Shuntian City, and it's not good for you to be idle all day. There happens to be a vacancy by the Crown Prince's side; how about you fill it?"

Mingye was extremely unwilling, but although the Emperor used a question, he had no room to refuse. He could only pretend to be flattered and bowed: "I will obey Your Majesty's arrangement."

The Imperial Physician's Yanshou Palace soon received the Emperor's decree of marriage—

"What?! I have to marry him?" As soon as the messenger left, Shui Xinsha immediately exploded, taking the decree in disbelief and reading it over and over again. "Your

Highness

... Your Highness!" Qianfan shook the sleeping child beside him, urging, "Get up, get up! Today is your first day at the Heavenly Palace. Don't be late and let others laugh at you." In Qianfan's imagination, the Heavenly Palace's court was like a primary school classroom. If he was late, he wondered if the little prince would be punished by standing in the corner.

Since he had been by his side, Mingye's schedule had gradually become more regular. When he was still the Demon Regent, he would often get up to work before dawn. Now, with only an hour left before court, he was still lazily lying in bed, showing that he didn't care about his duties at the Heavenly Palace at all.

"Ugh... No!" he said stubbornly, "I won't get up... I want to sleep... I'm taking the day off..." He mumbled incoherently, wrapping the blanket around himself tightly like a cocoon, and continued to sleep.

"Lazybones! Lazybones!" Qianfan used his parental authority to forcefully pull the worm out of its cocoon.

"Waaah...waaah..." the insect whimpered pitifully, but no one paid any attention. The four palace maids, Feng, Hua, Xue, and Yue, had already brought washing utensils and were waiting by the bedside. With Qianfan's support, Mingye groggily rinsed his mouth and washed his face, not even opening his eyes the entire time. The minty taste of toothpaste couldn't wake him; after washing, he slumped into Qianfan's arms and fell asleep again.

Even the young maids couldn't help but laugh: "If Master wants the little prince to wake up quickly, just give him a little treat."

"A treat?" Qianfan asked, puzzled. The four maids covered their mouths and giggled, then left the room. He looked at the child resting on his chest with a headache, suddenly understanding, his face turning as red as a steamed shrimp. "Little prince, wake up...we're going to be late..."

But Mingye slept especially soundly whenever he was near him, like a pig.

Helpless, Qianfan had no choice but to consider the palace maid's suggestion. He steeled himself and shook the child, "Your Highness...you...eat something...and you won't be sleepy anymore...here..." He shakily untied the ribbon at his chest, pulling open his robe to reveal his high, firm breasts.

Attracted by the milky scent, the boy finally opened his eyes, "Ugh, I want...I want to eat." He was still sleepy, lowering his head to suckle haphazardly on Qianfan 's chest, but after sucking for a long time without getting anything out, he gradually became drowsy again.

"Not there, silly boy, you're sucking in the wrong place." His little mouth opened slightly, but the suction stopped, and only drool dripped from his chest. Qianfan anxiously cupped the child's face and brought one of his nipples to his lips. "Here...here is right...come on!" To entice the little guy, he deliberately pinched his breast hard, letting the sweet juice flow out.

Mingye smelled the fragrance and was indeed full of energy. He rubbed his eyes and happily took it in his mouth. His gentle suckling didn't earn his lover's approval. Qianfan stroked his hair while urging, "Hurry up! Don't be so slow, you'll be late... Ah!" He shuddered as his nipple was bitten lightly by the child, but then it was sucked vigorously, milk flowing out of the narrow milk ducts. The feeling was both stimulating and shameful for him as a man. "Slow...slow down! Ugh...Your Highness, be gentle..." Mingye

ignored him, pressing him down on the bed and taking turns ravaging his two snow-white, round nipples—Hmph, I'm being considerate and slow because I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable, and you still don't appreciate it? Then don't blame me.

"Ah...ah—!!" His nipples were sucked until they were hard and swollen, standing up high, a deep purplish-red. "Stop sucking...no...please spare me, Your Highness...ahhh—" He twisted his body, trying to resist the child's strength to sit up, but when he looked down, he saw the little prince buried in his chest, busy swallowing, and even squinting his eyes in enjoyment. He took a few breaths, then lay back down and stopped resisting, only occasionally letting out a few soft, pleasurable moans from his red lips when he was sucked in pain.

The palace maids eavesdropping outside chuckled and exchanged glances—they had told him this trick would definitely work on the little prince!

It was half an hour later when the little prince was dressed in his uniform and ready to go, and the demon guards were already waiting outside the palace to greet him. But the immature child kept pestering Qianfan and refused to leave, just like a toddler who wouldn't go to kindergarten because of his mother's spoiled behavior. Qianfan had to use all his sweet talk and repeatedly promised to take good care of himself before he finally managed to coax him out the door.

They arrived at the Heavenly Palace just in time. The Heavenly Emperor assigned Mingye the position of Junior Advisor to the Crown Prince. In short, it was similar to being the Crown Prince's secretary. Including him, the Crown Prince had four secretaries—three men and one woman—all young people under twenty. They

had previously been the regent of the Demon Clan, and now they were the Junior Advisor to the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Palace. Apart from Mingye himself, who remained calm, everyone else felt somewhat strange and uncomfortable.

On his first day with the Crown Prince, Mingye was clearly ostracized by the other three. Important documents never fell into his hands; everyone was wary of him. He knew this and was happy to be idle. Mingye was always planning to take Qianfan away when the time was right, and naturally didn't want to delve too deeply into the core of the Heavenly Palace's power.

After court, the other three were busy organizing their materials. Mingye, however, sat to the side, resting his chin on his hand, idly watching the scenery outside the window.

"It's not good to slack off on your first day in office,"

a voice sounded above him. Mingye snapped out of his reverie and looked up. Standing before him on his desk was Crown Prince Shen Tianwang.

Anyone else would have immediately stood up and bowed.

But the young demon prince remained as noble and arrogant as ever, simply pushing his completed assignment towards the crown prince and saying calmly, "Please take a look, Your Highness."

The crown prince stared at him with a hint of amusement for a moment, then chuckled, as if indulging an ignorant junior.

Mingye disliked his smile, but suddenly remembered how, after he and Kui switched bodies, the crown prince had mistaken him for a younger brother and taken meticulous care of him. A warmth spread through him, and his displeasure subsided. He lowered his head and spoke softly, "Did Crown Prince brother want to see me about something?"

Crown Prince brother? Shen Tianwang was taken aback, as if only this boy would address him that way. Although he always made Kui angry and sad, Shen Tianwang found it difficult to truly hate him.

With a "thud," an invitation was thrown in front of Mingye. "Xiao Kui's birthday celebration is in a week. There will be a masquerade ball in the Heavenly Palace that evening. For Xiao Kui's sake, you must attend."

Ming Ye silently picked up the invitation. To be honest, he was still angry with Kui, but not attending his birthday banquet seemed unreasonable.

Sigh… he lamented. They were best friends; how had things come to this?

The Lily

Goddesses descend to the mortal realm to undergo their immortal tribulations. Only those who find true love can return to the Heavenly Court. True love is already scarce in the mortal world, especially for a flower with two stamens, hermaphroditic, which is unacceptable to the world and considered an anomaly. The path to love is particularly difficult. If one cannot find a true lover, a fragrant soul is adrift and ultimately dissipates into nothingness.

I am the twelfth son of the General of the State's Mansion. Among all the children, I am the youngest yet the most favored. The reason is simple: my mother is the Emperor's most beloved daughter. So, my status at home is self-evident.

My mother was beautiful, but having seen her so many times, I became indifferent to her beauty. I'd heard rumors of how glamorous she was in her prime, around thirteen or fourteen, receiving countless marriage proposals from neighboring royal families and nobles every day. I thought this was an exaggeration, so I questioned my mother. The maids around her covered their mouths and laughed, saying, "The moment the young master steps forward, any beauty pales in comparison." This infuriated me, but my mother seemed pleased. She would pull me to her side, stroke my face with affection in her eyes.

Back in my room, standing before the mirror, I looked at myself again and again, but didn't see anything special about myself. The servants also said that when I was silent and expressionless, I had a commanding presence, sometimes more frightening than my father. Clearly, they overestimated me; when I was silent and expressionless, it was mostly because my mind was blank, causing facial paralysis.

My life before sixteen was carefree. Each child in the General's Mansion had their own private courtyard, a clear boundary where no one dared to offend the others, and they rarely even saw each other. But my status was special; few in the mansion could control me. After finishing my homework, I could roam freely throughout the courtyard.

I heard that my eldest brother, at twenty-five, had already gone to war with our father to lead troops. In two months, I would have turned seventeen. I longed for the heroic spirit of galloping across the battlefield; a man's blood boiled within me. I begged my mother to ask my grandfather for permission to lead troops into battle and defend our country. But she sternly refused, citing my young age.

My ambitions were wasted; I was confined to my small courtyard all day, practicing swordplay and lamenting that my heroic talents had no place to be used. With no outlet for my excess energy, I resorted to causing trouble everywhere. To practice my skills of conjuring soldiers from beans and using a flick of the finger, I threw pebbles at the cunning koi in the lake. I didn't mind shooting those priceless koi belly-up, but when I managed to send fish that were ten feet underwater flying to the surface, I got bored. Just as I was wondering what to vent my frustration on, a commotion arose on the other side of the pavilion. Heh, what good thing happened?

I took a deep breath, gathered it in my dantian, and leaped lightly, my toes leaving long ripples on the water's surface. Before the water even wet my shoes, I had already flown across the lake and arrived at the commotion. I saw several mischievous children, some older than me and some younger, all throwing pebbles at one person. I hid behind the crowd and could vaguely see the person huddled on the ground, clutching their head and dodging the pebbles hitting them. The snow-white skin exposed beneath their long robes was covered in several bloody cuts.

Everyone was excited and struck hard. The stones hit the man, making "thud" sounds. He trembled in pain but remained silent. I could vaguely see a proud smile on his lips, but gradually, streaks of blood seeped from them. Yet the others continued to laugh and curse, calling him a "monster"! This

was too much! I couldn't help but speak up: "Stop! Don't bully him."

Everyone turned to look at me, many with expressions of astonishment.

They were all unfamiliar faces. Perhaps because I was still wearing my simple martial arts clothes, they couldn't guess my identity. They looked me up and down and asked, "Which courtyard are you from?"

I didn't answer, walked past them, and helped the man who had fallen to the ground.

I swear I had no disrespectful thoughts; I simply wanted to help him up. But as soon as my hand touched him, it was violently pushed away: "Don't touch me!" The voice was soft and gentle, proud but not cold. Along with his words, a delicate fragrance wafted into my nose, but I didn't even get a clear look at his face.

"This pavilion doesn't welcome monsters, get out!" a haughty girl in the crowd shouted at him.

"Monster? Him?" I asked, puzzled.

The man on the ground struggled to his feet. His clothes were simple, suggesting he was of low status, which explained why he had been bullied so badly.

"Mind your own business. If this plague god steps on this courtyard, he'll have three years of bad luck!" someone said, and suddenly the crowd surged forward, throwing stones at the man again.

"Hey! You..." Intercepting these flying stones was a piece of cake for me. I could clearly see the trails the stones left in the air. I leaped in front of the man, and just as a few small stones were about to hit my head, I reached out to grab them. Suddenly, a gentle breeze came from behind, and a warm embrace enveloped me.

"Who asked you to interfere?" It was still that same calm voice. He held me in his arms, turned around, and used his own back to shield me from the attack of the stones. I smelled that refreshing fragrance again.

Looking up, I was completely stunned. What a handsome face he had! For a moment, I almost forgot to breathe, just staring at him blankly, nestled in his warm embrace, enjoying his protection. Until he gradually weakened, closed his eyes, and lost consciousness…

Later, I learned that he was my fourth brother. Because my mother came from a brothel, she was never favored after entering the mansion and eventually died in sorrow and resentment. Without my mother's protection, and coupled with his congenital physical defect, no one in the general's mansion treated him like a young master; even the servants dared to call him a monster behind his back.

My mother eventually found out about this and greatly restricted my movements, forbidding me from wandering around anymore. But I secretly ran to the waterside pavilion where we had met, hoping to see him again.

Heaven rewards the persistent; I saw him again one evening.

Crimson sunset clouds filled the sky, and he stood in the evening breeze, his white robe fluttering in the wind, like a blooming lily.

The scenery and the man were too beautiful; I couldn't bear to disturb them.

Hiding behind a large tree, I watched him from afar, but he walked slowly, step by step, into the pond right in my sight…

This lake was the deepest in the General's mansion!

I was horrified: "You can't!" I ran over and grabbed his arm tightly. He glanced at me, somewhat surprised, then angrily shook me off and continued walking into the deeper water.

"No! No!" I relentlessly rushed forward, hugging his waist from behind. The water was already up to his neck; I was shorter than him, and saliva filled my mouth as soon as I opened my mouth. I clung to him tightly, refusing to let go, gulping down several mouthfuls of water before remembering I could hold my breath.

"Why do you always meddle?"

Before I could even use my strength, he impatiently grabbed my collar and pulled me ashore.

"I only have two choices: either die here, or leave."

He left those words and turned to leave.

Fearing he might do something foolish again, I followed him relentlessly. As we walked, the surrounding scenery changed from bustling to desolate, until finally we came to a crumbling wall. There was a door in the corner; he went out, and I followed.

No one knew we had left the General's Mansion.

The streets were shrouded in night, with few pedestrians. I had never walked alone outside the mansion before, and he clearly had no experience either. The alley grew darker and darker. I heard footsteps following us for a long time, but I didn't pay them any mind. I didn't know where he was going; perhaps he didn't know either, just wandering aimlessly, only wanting to escape the cage that trapped him.

After walking for a while, we discovered that the road was a dead end. The four men who had been following us finally blocked our only exit.

Several men, reeking of alcohol, approached us with lewd smiles.

I backed away, not because I was afraid of them, but because they smelled so bad that I wanted to vomit.

It was that warm embrace again; my fourth brother had pulled me into his arms once more. I didn't understand why his face was so pale, staring at the four men with almost desperate eyes. He bit his lip: "Don't touch him."

My brother's body was trembling. I looked at him strangely, then at the four men who were gradually surrounding us.

The men exchanged glances and smiled like ugly toads. One of them lewdly touched his genitals: "It wouldn't be bad if we tasted you first."

My brother leaned close to my ear and said, "I'll distract them first. As soon as you see a chance, run! Don't worry about me!" He pulled me to a corner, blocking the others' view with his body. His breath brushed against my ear, making my heart pound. His fragrance still intoxicated me. "Don't be afraid! Close your eyes and cover your ears. Don't see or hear anything. Count to two hundred in your head and then run! Run into the street and shout for help."

His face was serious. I nodded, confused, watching him follow the men into the shadows behind the wall.

I stood there counting, wondering what was about to happen. Martial artists have excellent hearing; even with my ears covered, the subtle sounds around me still vibrated my eardrums.

I heard the sound of tearing fabric, the men's lewd laughter, the clash of bodies, and the sounds of kissing… What was happening? What were they going to do to my brother? Suddenly, a broken cry shattered the facade of tranquility. A chill ran through me. Ignoring my brother's warnings, I rushed over—

by the moonlight, I saw my brother lying naked on the ground. One man had pinned his hands above his head, while two others spread his legs, leering at his private parts. They watched their companion insert his fingers into his anus, and my brother cried out in pain, but no one paid him any attention.

In that instant, I finally understood: my brother was protecting me. He wanted me to escape, but he used his own body to protect me.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, cursing the shamelessness of those four thugs and my own stupidity.

I channeled my inner energy into my palm, causing the surrounding air to swirl rapidly. The four thugs turned around and saw me, looking as if they had seen the judge of hell. I wouldn't let them escape easily. With a flick of my wrist, I crippled one of their arms. The men, writhing in pain, cried and screamed, scrambling out of my sight.

The older brother on the ground was also terrified, staring blankly at me, as if he couldn't believe that his seemingly frail little brother, who looked like a girl, could suddenly unleash such incredible power.

His clothes were torn to shreds, so I took off my robe and covered him with it.

"I won't leave you behind," I said, crouching beside him, smiling like a fawning puppy. Suddenly, "slap!" he unexpectedly slapped me across the face. I was stunned, my young heart deeply wounded. No one had ever disciplined me like that before. Covering my face, I cried, feeling wronged.

"Next time there's danger, remember to protect yourself first!" His expression was still grim, but seeing me cry, his tone softened considerably.

I glanced at him, pursing my lips in a sullen voice. "Isn't this what I should be saying to you? You're so weak, you can't even protect yourself, yet you always think about protecting others."

His face flushed red. "Hmph, how would I know you have... martial arts skills?"

"There are many things you don't know!" I helped him up. "But it's okay, there's plenty of time later, I'll let you slowly understand me." I smelled that sweet fragrance again, and my hand subtly wrapped around his waist. Still shaken from his earlier shock, he wasn't paying attention to my overstepping.

"I also have secrets you don't know. Once you know, I'm afraid you'll call me a monster like everyone else..."

"Tch, what's the big deal? I saw it all." The night was dark, but his physical secrets didn't escape my eyes. His chest was larger than most men's, and below his penis was a woman's delicate vulva—I could see it all clearly. I wouldn't hate him; he would only make my heart ache.

I tightened my arms around him, holding him close. His pride couldn't withstand anyone's pity, but I only wanted to express my desire to be close to him, so I kissed him on his cold lips: "Thank you for protecting me, brother. From now on, it's my turn to protect you. I will do everything in my power to ensure you are never hurt again. Now, come home with me."

"Home?" He let me hold his hand, and we walked quietly for a while before he suddenly chuckled softly: "Okay, let's go home."

The Shengyu

Dynasty had four major general's mansions in the east, west, south, and north, the most prominent of which was the Bai family, the Marquis of Jing'an and General of the North. Not to mention General Bai Rong's numerous military achievements, his principal wife was Princess Ningfu, the late emperor's most beloved daughter.

The late emperor was over fifty when he had this beautiful daughter, and naturally cherished her like a precious jewel. The year Ningfu was born, the late emperor decided to abdicate and pass the throne to the crown prince. When the newly crowned Emperor Jingxian, nearing twenty, visited his younger sister, who was twenty years his junior, he remarked, "Oh, my sister's eyes are so small."

As the saying goes, a girl's appearance changes drastically at eighteen! Indeed, by the time Princess Ningfu turned sixteen, her bright, clear eyes had blossomed into a breathtaking beauty.

That same year, General Bai Rong returned victorious from his northern expedition. Out of curiosity, Ningfu, wanting to catch a glimpse of this great hero, peeked from behind the screen behind the throne in the Golden Palace. A single glance was enough to seal her fate. General Bai Rong was handsome and valiant, tall and elegant, yet his face was gentle and refined, captivating the young girl's heart. Upon returning home, she immediately begged her emperor brother to make General Bai Rong her husband.

Emperor Jingxian, eager to find talented individuals and to strengthen his bond with this young general of both literary and military prowess, granted her request.

In fact, at that time, Bai Rong already had eight wives. He was only twenty-seven, but already had eleven children—six boys and five girls. It wasn't unusual for a general's household to have many children; as the saying goes, sons inherit their fathers' profession, and as they grew up, they inevitably had to spend years on campaigns, facing high risks and mortality rates. Back then, there was no insurance, so having more children meant diversifying one's resources.

The emperor, of course, understood the importance of eugenics, and each time Bai Rong returned from leading his army, he would bestow upon him a beautiful woman. Although Bai Rong didn't value romance much, he couldn't refuse the emperor's kindness, so he married one woman after another until Princess Ningfu's marriage, finally ending this "honor." For his sister's happiness, the emperor felt embarrassed to give any more women to her husband.

After a grand marriage to the General of Zhenbei's household, less than three months later, news spread that Ningfu was pregnant. This favored daughter of heaven lived a life of unparalleled bliss, getting whatever she wanted. But as

the saying goes, the full moon wanes.

Four months pregnant, Ningfu caught a cold, and her delicate body quickly weakened. Despite using the best medicine, her condition didn't improve, and she almost lost her unborn child. During labor, the excessive medication weakened the fetus, leading to a difficult delivery that took three days and three nights for Ningfu to finally expel the baby.

The newborn was purplish-red and unable to cry. The imperial physician said the child was born with congenital deficiencies and would likely be difficult to raise. He also said that Princess Ningfu's health had been damaged and she would never be able to have children again. Hearing these words, Ningfu felt as if a piece of her heart had been torn away. Bai Rong and she were extremely distressed for this precious child who had survived so difficult times. They named him Bai Ning and summoned the best imperial physicians and wet nurses in the palace to care for him day and night.

Bai Ning had always been in poor health, raised on medication. Even at seven years old, he was still thin and frail, like a four or five-year-old girl. His appearance was even more feminine, a combination of his parents' best features: willow-leaf eyebrows, expressive eyes, snow-white skin, and long, jet-black hair. Yet, he possessed a dignified and graceful royal air. This beautiful yet sickly child was practically pampered and spoiled by his parents.

Although exquisitely beautiful, he was rather dull. He rarely cried or laughed, and was unwilling to talk to anyone. No matter how you tried to amuse him, he could remain silent all day. Ningfu couldn't keep him constantly in her sight, so she ordered a group of servants and nannies to follow him everywhere.

Although Bai Ning never spoke, a single glance was enough to convey her emotions. Once, a few servants were chatting, and finding it noisy, she glared at them, her imposing aura instantly silencing them. He was in poor health, and his parents naturally forbade him to practice swordsmanship or engage in any strenuous exercise. But one day, he inadvertently stumbled upon the manor's master instructing a group of boys in martial arts. In war, heroes rode on horseback, and the first skill they learned was the red-tasseled spear. The master demonstrated a set of spear techniques and had the disciples practice. The boys, in their teens, were naturally restless and unwilling to practice diligently. They wielded their once-powerful steel spears like clotheslines, infuriating the master and making Bai Ning laugh.

Seeing Bai Ning laughing heartily, the boys were dumbfounded, forgetting their martial arts practice. Where did this beautiful little girl come from, watching them make a fool of themselves?

The master, utterly humiliated, stepped forward and berated his disciples: "You bunch of rascals, you've made a laughingstock of yourselves!"

Seven-year-old Bai Ning straightened her face and said in her childish voice, "It's Master's fault that I haven't taught you well."

The master gasped, staring in astonishment at the tiny child who barely reached his waist.

Several disciples stepped forward to defend their master: "Martial arts are a man's business. You, a girl, should go back to your room and learn needlework from your mother. What are you babbling about here?" As soon as they finished speaking, the child's face turned cold.

"With your skills, your limbs are as weak as an earthworm. You dare call yourself a man?"

"Pah!" The disciples were furious. How dare they be looked down upon by a woman? One of them kicked up the tip of his spear, pointing it at Bai Ning, trying to scare him into tears: "Talking is useless. Watch how powerful your brother is." He swung the spear straight at Bai Ning.

The nanny and servants were already terrified, screaming incessantly. Bai

Ning, seeing the gun barrel hurtling towards him, bent down to pick up a twig from the ground, intending to catch the steel spear thrusting at him. But he was too young; how could his strength compare to the opponent's? The twig struck the spear shaft with almost no effect. The force of the spear knocked Bai Ning to the ground. He nimbly flipped to his feet, his body slightly lowered, his feet slightly apart, staring intently at his opponent, his expression focused and indifferent. Suddenly, a murderous aura surged, bursting from his eyes. He held the two-foot-long twig horizontally, pointing it steadily at his opponent, as if it weren't a rough piece of wood, but an indestructible sword. This kid, what a fierce stance! Even his master, standing to the side, couldn't help but secretly applaud. The disciple facing him had only intended to intimidate him; who would seriously challenge a girl as beautiful as a celestial being? To everyone's surprise, the little girl wasn't frightened at all. Instead, she defiantly assumed a fighting stance. As a man, how could he refuse a challenge? The disciple swung his red-tasseled spear, deliberately deflecting the attack, unleashing a "Heavenly Dragon Emerging from the Water" move—a flash of silver light, powerful and swift. Just before the spearhead, Bai Ning noticed an opening under his opponent's armpit. He spun sideways, using his petite frame to avoid a direct confrontation, quickly flashing to his opponent's left rear. Seizing the opportunity, he swung a branch backhand. A dull thud was heard as the disciple was struck in the back. Bai Ning wasn't particularly strong, and the soft branch didn't hurt much, but for a hot-blooded young martial artist, being struck by a girl in front of his fellow disciples and master was clearly a loss of face. He roared, his eyes red with rage, no longer caring who his opponent was. He turned and unleashed his signature move—"Dragon Soaring to the Nine Heavens"—spearing Bai Ning with a series of thrusts. Only one of these thrusts was real; the rest were feints. The person receiving the attack needed quick eyes, sharp reflexes, and extensive experience to discern the deception. This was clearly beyond the capabilities of Bai Ning, who had no martial arts foundation whatsoever. Whether he refused to admit defeat or was simply terrified, he stood frozen, neither dodging nor fleeing. A perilous situation arose! Seeing the situation turn against him, the master rushed forward to intercept. But someone acted even faster— a burst of energy shot forth, shattering the steel spear. Everyone looked at the weapon that had cut through iron and gold—it was merely a thin blade of grass. Two men stepped forward, one in white and one in green. The one in white was like a secluded orchid in the mountains, exuding a refined fragrance, his aura restrained yet imposing. The one in green was like a bamboo grove by the water, solitary and proud, his charisma flamboyant, surveying the world with disdain. The one dressed in white was none other than General Bai Rong, the Great General of the Northern Garrison. Everyone knelt and bowed to their leader. Only little Bai Ning remained standing there, staring blankly at the blade of grass on the ground. He had clearly seen it all; his youngest son was at fault for interrupting the others' martial arts practice. Bai Rong's face darkened: "Ning'er, what kind of nonsense is this?" Bai Ning ignored her, not even bothering to glance at his father in response. He picked up the blade of grass and examined it closely. The master and his disciples, hearing the Great General call out the child's name, felt their hearts skip a beat. They hadn't expected that the handsome boy, who looked like a girl, was actually the young master of the General's mansion. They wondered what punishment he would receive for his rudeness. Bai Ning's nanny and servants all rushed over, kowtowing and begging for forgiveness from the Great General. Bai Rong was always fair in her rewards and punishments, even for her beloved son. "Ning'er, come here! Apologize to everyone, you were wrong this time." With his back to his father, Bai Ning held the green grass core in his arms, intending to go back to his room to study it. Bai Rong's lips twitched; this little guy was too disrespectful to him. Facing dozens of pairs of eyes staring at her, Bai Rong couldn't back down. She rushed over and picked up her youngest son: "You brat, I'm talking to you!" Bai Ning raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his eyelids, drooping his head, looking like he hadn't woken up yet, his soul seemingly wandering off somewhere. In the past , the Little Demon King only needed to attend the morning court session at the Heavenly Palace, and would return directly to Shuntian City after the midday court session. He was always accompanied by a pair of demon servants and guards, making it difficult for anyone to get close to him. Now that he was the Crown Prince's secretary, he stayed in the Heavenly Palace for longer periods, and it wasn't convenient for him to bring demons in and out, so he was often alone. This provided others with more opportunities to observe and approach him. Because he had many scandals, many people were curious about him. In the office, hallway, restaurant, break room… bored and nosy people liked to gather in small groups, whispering and pointing behind his back. After a few days, seeing that he didn't get angry, they became bolder. Some started secretly following him, some took photos with their phones, and some even deliberately bumped into him… relentlessly! Fortunately, he had long ago developed the ability to focus his mind, ignoring what he didn't want to hear and looking at. If someone bumped into him, he could only blame his bad luck for accidentally encountering a ghost… In the bathroom, the water was running loudly as Mingye was bent over, trying to wash the coffee stains off the hem of his clothes. Without servants to help him, he had to do everything himself. He washed for a long time, but still couldn't get it right, scrubbing until his fingers were red, before the coffee stain on his white robe began to lighten. Someone walked up to him and asked with a smile, "So careless?" Mingye didn't even look up, turned off the tap and walked away, his refusal to communicate quite obvious. The newcomer wouldn't give up, following behind him and kindly suggesting, "Your uniform is dirty, why don't you go to the changing room and change? There should be a spare in your locker." Mingye found the voice somewhat familiar, glancing at it out of the corner of his eye. He noticed the person had long, emerald-green hair, tied with a jade-green ribbon. Ah, so it was the Holy Dragon Prince! At least they'd met once before. Mingye shrugged: "Even if I change into clean clothes, I guarantee they'll get dirty again in no time." The Holy Dragon Prince had witnessed the entire process of his clothes getting dirty: a divine girl carrying a steaming cup of coffee was walking down the corridor. She was perfectly fine until, as she passed Prince Mingye, she deliberately pretended to twist her ankle, falling head over heels, spilling the strong coffee all over his pristine white uniform… The Holy Dragon Prince teased, "Don't you know how to teleport? Why didn't you dodge? Did you not see through her little trick?"

Mingye huffed, "Who knew women these days could act so convincingly even when they fall?" His first instinct was to reach out and help the girl up, only realizing he'd been tricked when he saw no fear in her eyes. The saying "one is influenced by one's company" was absolutely true; spending so much time with the simple-minded Qianfan had made him dull and clumsy too.

"Come sit down," Shenglongzi said, pressing him into a chair. "I'll clean you up." He knelt beside Mingye, picked up his wet hem, and placed his palm over the stain. He activated his spiritual power; all liquids under the dragon's control were now under his command. The coffee molecules, under the influence of his power, dissolved into free-floating particles, separating from the fabric fibers. Strangely, like water droplets floating in a gravity-free spaceship, a clump of coffee-colored liquid rolled around in Shenglongzi's palm.

"Alright," he said, rinsing his hands.

Looking at the pristine white hem of his robe, Mingye smiled faintly, "Thank you."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you." He returned after washing his hands and squatted down beside Mingye again. "Back then, I insisted on running away from home to escape an arranged marriage. If you hadn't stopped me, I would have made a terrible mistake, breaking my parents' hearts and bringing shame upon my clan." He laughed self-deprecatingly, "Isn't it strange? At the time, I firmly believed it was the right thing to do, something I did without hesitation. Now, looking back, it seems so naive and absurd, making me ashamed. Ha, how could I have done that?"

Mingye downplayed the issue, "Don't blame yourself. You were just instigated." The one who strongly urged the Holy Dragon Prince to leave home was a human. Having suffered at his hands, Mingye still vividly remembered the man's appearance.

"Your Highness Mingye, your injury..." The Holy Dragon Prince's eyes were full of apology.

Mingye touched his chest, where an arrow had pierced him. The wound had long since healed, but the scar remained. What shocked him was that human technology could actually counter the innate Heavenly Soul Power of gods and demons. "Human strength is truly not to be underestimated. Hmph, I should thank that person for opening my eyes to such a thing."

"The one who hurt you is called Shouwang Luoyue, the third prince of the Mi Kingdom. Actually, I'm also partly to blame for your injury; ultimately, it all started because of me..."

"Don't think so highly of yourself. He could hurt me because I was willing to be hurt by him, what does it have to do with you?"

He could have blocked that arrow, but at that time, he was burdened with the fate of the entire demon race, working tirelessly day and night, enduring humiliation and compromise before the gods, not even daring to breathe loudly, and yet his own people didn't understand, making him feel utterly hopeless, that all his efforts were meaningless, which led him to contemplate suicide.

The Holy Dragon Prince knew his stubbornness and didn't want to argue with him. He sighed and said with a bitter smile, "You don't know how to cherish yourself, you don't even realize you're hurt. Look!" He pulled up Mingye's sleeve, revealing a red mark on his fair, snow-white skin. Saint Dragon Prince rummaged through the brocade pouch at his waist and found a small porcelain bottle: "You'd better have your servants prepare some medicine for you. Accidental bumps and scrapes are inevitable, and wounds can easily become infected if not treated promptly..."

Just then, someone suddenly pushed open the door and entered. Upon seeing the shocking scene inside, he was immediately dumbfounded.

In his eyes—

the incomparably handsome young prince of the Demon Clan was sitting leisurely in a chair, while Saint Dragon Prince knelt beside him, solemnly taking his hand and making a heartfelt confession (?). The two were very ambiguous...

Hehe, he chuckled twice, covered his eyes with his hands, and took a step back: "Please continue, gentlemen. I didn't see anything."

The door closed, and Saint Dragon Prince and Mingye exchanged a helpless look: It seems there will be more gossip tomorrow...

Back in his palace in Shuntian City, it was almost nine o'clock at night. All the lights in the room were off, leaving only a small, dim light in front of the bed.

"Is Qianfan asleep?" Mingye asked softly.

The four women, Feng Hua Xue Yue, looked at him, hesitant to speak. Ming Ye noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Master..." Xiao Hua had barely begun to speak when her three sisters winked and tugged at her sleeves, forcing her to purse her lips and remain silent.

Ming Ye's face darkened: "What happened?"

Xiao Xue stepped forward: "Master is in a bad mood. Perhaps Your Highness should go see for yourself. We can't say much." She pulled the others out of the room.

Ming Ye could roughly guess the reason. He tiptoed to the bedside, parted the heavy bed curtains, and saw his lover asleep, her breathing soft and long, her chest rising and falling slightly. Her thick, beautiful hair was braided into a single plait, hanging over her left shoulder. Her five-month-old belly was as large as a balloon. Qian Fan's body was too weak; often, she wouldn't even have the strength to turn over in the middle of the night.

Ming Ye sat down on the edge of the bed, and in the dim light, he saw the tear stains still wet on Qian Fan's eyes.

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He slept very restlessly, his pillow askew and the blanket not properly covering him. His hand, which had been protecting his stomach, had naturally slid to his chest after falling asleep.

Mingye looked at him for a while, shook his head, and smiled indulgently. He carefully reached under Qianfan, supporting his neck and back, gently and slowly lifting him up, then tucked the pillow under him back down.

"Your Highness..."

A soft call rang in Mingye's ear, the warm, fragrant breath brushing against his neck. Mingye looked down and saw soft red lips slightly parted, exhaling a sweet fragrance. He thought Qianfan was awake, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem so. The other's brows furrowed slightly, and a crystal tear slid from the corner of his eye. It turned out he was just talking in his sleep, having some nightmare that made him cry even in his sleep.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." Mingye whispered, soothingly kissing his forehead.

Qianfan had indeed had a nightmare. During the day, he saw the news report announcing that the young prince and the imperial physician princess were about to get engaged. He remembered the beautiful girl with long purple hair; he had a bad feeling when he first saw her, but he hadn't expected it to come true so quickly.

In the dream, the young prince and the princess were a perfect couple, deeply in love. The young prince gradually forgot him, leaving him alone in his palace, uncaring. The last time they met, the young prince was embracing two beautiful concubines, saying to him, "Qianfan, go. These two women can have my children. I don't want you anymore..." At this point in the dream, his heart ached as if it were being torn apart; he was so sad he couldn't even cry.

"Young prince, please don't leave me! Please don't leave me..."

"Qianfan! Qianfan!" Seeing him crying so heartbrokenly in his dream, Mingye couldn't bear it any longer and shook him awake.

Uneasy Qianfan, what could be more reassuring than seeing his beloved child beside him the first thing he saw upon waking?

His long, beautiful phoenix eyes were wet with tears, his long eyelashes slowly opening, his dark pupils gazing at the child with a hazy and affectionate look. His mind was not yet fully clear, wavering between dream and reality, unable to distinguish for a moment. “Your Highness…” He blinked, but the child in front of him hadn’t disappeared. He took the child’s small hand and stroked it against his cheek, tears falling one after another. “You’ve finally come back to see me… You still want me, don’t you?”

Mingye’s heart ached unbearably at his weak and helpless appearance. She felt both pity and love for him. She leaned down and fiercely sealed his alluring thin lips with hers. Her little tongue invaded his mouth, licking and teasing his soft and fragrant tongue. They intertwined wetly, constantly touching and attacking his sensitive tongue. Sweet saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth…

“…Mmm…Hmm…” Qianfan let out a sweet moan. His mind slowly cleared, but he seemed even more confused. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving and his breasts swaying. With the deepening kiss, he kept thrusting and twisting to meet her. "Mmm..." As the boy's mouth was swept wildly, he felt the deep affection in the child's heart, smiled contentedly, slowly closed his eyes, and gently wrapped his slender arms around the boy's neck, bringing the two of them close together intimately.

Mingye kissed her passionately, the beauty's high breasts pressed tightly against his chest, full and soft. The little devil, unwilling to suppress himself, let his hands roam freely over Qianfan's body: "...How could I not want you? I want you now..." He released Qianfan's lips and kissed his neck and chest. He didn't need to take off Qianfan's gauze clothes, he tore them off! It was a bit rough and forceful; men are naturally fond of this primal thrill of conquest.

The snow-white body was gradually exposed to the child's eyes—

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Even lying flat on the bed, her snow-white breasts still stood upright like two inverted jade porcelain bowls. When he grabbed them, his fingers immediately sank in, incredibly soft, with a little milky white liquid seeping from the tips of the nipples, fragrant and rich. The child's hand tightened slightly—"Hmm?...Ah!!" Qianfan let out a soft moan, and more milk sprayed onto the back of Mingye's hand.

"So much milk inside!" The little devil happily played with the two mounds of fat.

The swollen breasts were both painful and pleasurable from being kneaded, a feeling that was indescribable. Qianfan involuntarily thrust his chest forward, revealing his long and graceful neck. His face, tilted back, was flushed with passion. He closed his eyes tightly, his expression a mixture of pain and ecstasy, occasionally shaking his head slightly, making one want to rape him fiercely.

A thin layer of glistening sweat seeped from his fair and delicate body. "Your Highness..." His lower body began to feel desire, and his legs shyly opened, inviting the child. But then he suddenly remembered something—"No! No!" He cupped the child's face in his hands, hurriedly pulling him away from his chest. Mingye's mouth was still sucking on his nipple. Because he was sucking so tightly, the separation made a loud "pop" sound, so loud that it made Qianfan blush bright red, and milk splashed everywhere.

Under Mingye's bewildered gaze, he quickly wrapped himself in the sheet, curled up at the head of the bed, and kept a safe distance from the child. His hasty movements caused a sharp pain in his abdomen, but he couldn't care less. "Your Highness...you can't touch me anymore. The imperial physician said there's a toxin in my body that's harmful to you..."

The little devil looked at his erect, menacing member beneath him, sniffed pitifully, crawled two steps towards Qianfan, and tugged at the sheet covering him: "Qianfan...I want it, I want it..." Like a child who hadn't gotten candy, his pretty face wore a tearful expression, filling Qianfan with pity and making him want to give him everything he had.

He steeled himself and slapped the little hand away: "No! The imperial physician said..."

"I knew it!" Mingye sat down, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand in a huff: "After the baby was born, you ignored me... Waaah... Qianfan only loves Benben and the baby, not me... Waaah..." At this point, his emotions were stirred. He remembered that he had lost his parents, and even his brother hated him to the core, severing ties and disowning him. He was all alone in the world. If he lost Qianfan, he couldn't think of any other way out but death. Mingye calmed down, two tears rolling down his cheeks.

Seeing this, Qianfan quickly hugged him to comfort him, wiping away the tears on his face with the sheet: "What's wrong? Your Highness... I'm not... I, I'm just afraid..." He tried desperately to explain, but the more anxious he became, the more his mouth stammered, unable to say anything coherent.

The little devil buried his face in Qianfan's cleavage, inhaling his fragrance deeply: "Don't leave me again... Qianfan, promise me, wherever you go, take me with you, don't leave me alone... okay?"

What could Qianfan say? He could only sigh softly: "You silly little thing...

Meeting me was your misfortune... "

Heartbroken as he was, the little devil's manhood remained vigorous. Once the heartbreak was over, the tears were wiped away, and he was back to his old self. He buried his head between Qianfan's breasts, taking advantage of her, and unknowingly pushed her snow-white body down onto the bed. His large head rubbed against her breasts alternately a few times, and the beauty trembled slightly, going limp. Mingye lifted his legs, spread them apart, revealing his flower core.

“Your Highness…no…um, don’t…” The slight chill between his legs made him feel ashamed, but the child’s admiring gaze excited him. Just being looked at made his jade stem stand up, and his flower bud below kept secreting honey. The man in the throes of desire no longer knew what he was saying: “…You can only look…no, uh…you can’t…put it in…”

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It would have been better if he hadn’t said it, because the little devil’s blood boiled as soon as he heard the word “put it in.”

Qianfan spread his legs, and Mingye nestled between his legs, lifting his limp body and letting him lean against the soft pillow at the head of the bed. His jade-like body trembled slightly, like a cold cat, or a pear petal being pounded by raindrops, pitiful and delicate. Mingye tenderly stroked his cheek, then lowered his head with a grin and kissed his protruding belly. His fingers touched his slightly parted red lips, gradually sliding down like a mischievous little snake. His fingers glided over his smooth chin, his sexy collarbone, his rosy areolas… finally reaching his inner thighs. After a moment, they moved to his buttocks and kneaded them—

Qianfan's gaze, both hazy and focused, followed the movement of his fingers. Each teasing caress ignited desire in that very spot. "Your Highness…" He couldn't resist any longer. Even though his belly obscured his view, he could still clearly feel his erection, and he could see the child clearly. How shameful! He was saying "no" with his mouth, yet his body was burning with desire. He closed his eyes, turned his head slightly, and bit his right index finger tightly, using the stinging pain to quell his craving.

"Qianfan, you just said you wouldn't let me put it in there?" The child's innocent and clear voice suddenly rang out. "Is it here?"

Qianfan hadn't recovered yet. He had just opened his mouth when he exclaimed, "Wh... Ah?!" His phoenix eyes widened as the little guy below actually inserted two fingers into his vagina. The sudden intrusion made him shudder, and he gripped the sheets tightly with both hands. "No!! Ah... Uh ah! No..." The stretching and friction of the vaginal walls brought a wave of pleasure that shook his body and mind. His vaginal muscles reflexively contracted, tightly wrapping around the invading two fingers.

"No? Then you can put it here?" Mingye deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, rotating his fingers that were deeply inserted into Qianfan's body, rubbing and pressing them against his smooth vaginal walls with his fingertips. Waves of fluid gushed out onto his fingers, and Qianfan's comfortable moans made him play with this sacred forbidden area even more vigorously. "Your body is so warm inside!"

When Mingye withdrew his finger, Qianfan lay weakly on the bed, staring blankly at him, his mouth agape like a fish out of water, gasping for breath, a trickle of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth. Using the slippery fluid on his finger, Mingye placed one hand under one of Qianfan's buttocks, carefully pulled it apart slightly, aimed at the tender pink anus, and thrust his finger in with a "plop." "What about here? Can I insert it here?"

"Uh..." Qianfan was too weak to resist, his body trembled, and he couldn't say anything.

"Here is fine too, hehe, that's great." The little devil quickly pulled down his pants. His hard little brother pressed against Qianfan's soft vulva. "If you don't object, I'll go in." Without giving him any time to object, he thrust his hips forward, and his little brother plunged into the wet and hot honey hole with a "whoosh," filling the tight space with pleasure, and pushing deeper and deeper.

"Ah...ah!! Ah────" Qianfan screamed in pleasure, his chest rising high, his head and neck arching back, forming a perfect curve. The pillow supported his chest and abdomen, while his head and hands hung limply beside it. This position made his full, proud breasts even more prominent, and the soft pillow prevented too much pressure on his lower back. His slender, beautiful body stretched out, welcoming the baby's arrival.

Mingye held his legs, making rhythmic movements, occasionally bending down to kiss Qianfan's large belly, babbling incoherently, "Baby, baby, say hello to Daddy..." Before he could finish, the baby kicked his round belly twice, almost hitting Mingye in the face. "Huh?" He stopped in surprise, staring at the belly in confusion for a moment: "Qianfan, the baby was moving just now, are you going to give birth?"

Seeing that the person didn't answer him for a long time, the little demon king suppressed his desire, withdrew his clone, crawled to Qianfan's side, and held his limp body in his arms, gently shaking him: "Qianfan, Qianfan, are you about to give birth?" The beauty in his arms was covered in a light sweat, the afterglow of pleasure still hitting him, weakly opening his eyes, his unfocused gaze fixed on the child's face, charming and innocent, making him want to devour him.

"Hmm... Your Highness, what... did you say just now?" he asked dazedly, his face still flushed, his beauty irresistible.

"You don't look like it." Mingye put him back on the pillow, muttering to himself: "The stinky baby is throwing a tantrum, humph, so annoying! I'll name him Stinky from now on!" His eyes glanced at the pair of snow-white, fragrant breasts, and he remembered Qianfan's suggestion of breast sex last time.

Holding the two fleshy mounds in his hands, he squeezed them together, causing the breasts to rub against each other. Milk spurted from the swollen nipples, splashing all over them. "Oh dear! That's too wasteful." Mingye gave up squeezing Qianfan's breasts. "Next time, remember to tie your nipples first."

"Tie... tie what?" Qianfan's mind cleared up a bit. He lazily propped himself up, reached down to his private parts, touched them, and brought them to his eyes. They were covered in clear, sticky fluid. "Your Highness, you haven't... haven't released yet, have you?" He pulled Mingye down onto the bed, reached out and cupped his still-erect penis, stroking it.

"Ahhh—stop it!" Mingye squirmed restlessly in his arms like an eel. "I don't want this! I'll do it myself!"

"No!" Qianfan said firmly, "The imperial physician warned that the poison in my body will be passed on to you!"

"I don't care! I don't care! I want Qianfan, I want to penetrate Qianfan's... mmm!" His incoherent mouth was silenced by Qianfan's kiss.

"If you keep acting up, I'll get angry." The usually docile man rarely put on a stern face.

The little devil could only droop his head obediently like a well-behaved puppy, nestled in Qianfan's arms: "Hmm... once you're better, I'll take you away right away, away from here, far away, so we can live our own lives... ah!" He released in Qianfan's hands and soon fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

The night was quiet…

Unable to sleep, Qianfan held her thin child, sobbing, “Silly boy… I’m not worthy of this…”

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“Mother, I hate it!”

Before a huge bronze mirror, a mass of black flesh writhed, a human head growing at its tip, its expression a mixture of crying and laughing—a pitiful figure driven mad by longing.

“I loved him so much, why didn’t he love me? Why does he have someone else in his heart? Why is he drifting further and further away from me? Why…” He knelt devoutly before the mirror, like a lost lamb listening to a priest’s teachings.

A dark, icy female voice came from the mirror, chilling like a vengeful ghost: "The deeper the love, the deeper the hate! Remember all those who hurt you, who caused you pain and sorrow. Never forgive them lightly. Let them one day taste the pain you suffer now. He was ungrateful, ignoring your feelings, cheating on you with others. His heart is no longer with you; no matter what you do, you can't win him back. The only way to redeem yourself is to destroy him! Go! Make him suffer eternal damnation, a fate worse than death!"

"Destroy...him?!" The person in the mirror trembled, looking down at their hands, as if they were covered in his blood. Ha...hehe...hahaha! That would be enough, wouldn't it? Make him suffer eternal damnation, make him regret, make him suffer...make him taste the heart-wrenching pain of abandonment and betrayal, make him weep, make him go mad with pain like me...wouldn't that make me feel better? Wouldn't my heart ache less?

Let's both fall into hell!

“Mother, I need power.”

“Child, don’t push yourself too hard.” The voice in the mirror disagreed: “With your current Heavenly Soul power, you can’t resist the suppression of the Thousand-Island Binding Curse at all. Last time you disobeyed me and forcibly used the Illusionary Soul Curse, and in the end you still suffered the consequences, didn’t you? Once night falls, you can’t even maintain a basic human form. Wait a little longer, in a few days it will be your birthday, and then…”

In the Heavenly Palace’s restaurant, Mingye chose a seat by the window, ordered a carrot juice and drank it with self-satisfaction. The tables around him were empty, and no one dared to sit down. This restaurant was the Heavenly Palace interns’ favorite, offering exquisite and delicious food that catered to the tastes of young people. It was almost full at lunchtime, and now only the row of empty seats around Mingye seemed unusually abrupt.

Everyone was extremely curious about him, but dared not get too close, so they could only look at him from a distance and talk in hushed tones.

Mingye turned his head to look out the window, and with his deaf ear facing the chattering people, his ears finally found some peace. After finishing his juice, he was about to get up and leave when a maid approached him, bowing and smiling. "Guest, this is the avocado salad you ordered." She set down the plate, gesturing for him to enjoy, while simultaneously letting him clearly see the secret signal in her palm.

"You've made a mistake, I didn't order this dish," Mingye replied calmly, standing up.

"I'm so sorry, guest," the maid said, taking the plate away.

Walking to a secluded corner of the garden, Mingye leaned against a stone pillar and whispered, "What is it?"

A fragrant breeze blew by, but no one appeared; instead, a shadow appeared on the ground. "Your Highness, Young Master Guiyi rescued Chief Chenglong with the Cold Moon Blade." The

Cold Moon Blade was the silver sword Mingye had carried with him since childhood. That day, he had given the sword to Guiyi, intending for him to personally take Chief Chenglong's head. However, Guiyi cleverly used the sword as a token for the young prince, rescuing his uncle from the water dungeon and escaping from Shuntian City.

"Your Highness, should we launch a manhunt immediately?"

Mingye shook his head. "What about the rest of Chenglong's family?"

The man replied, "After investigation, it's confirmed that they are all no longer within the territory. They must have taken advantage of the last troop mobilization to disguise themselves as ordinary soldiers and escape."

After Kui used the Illusion Soul Technique to swap the two souls, he had Guiyi dispatch five hundred soldiers to search for Mingye and Qianfan. Having his family blend in with these five hundred men and escape from the sealed-off territory in one fell swoop was Guiyi's risky idea. He was certain that after the young prince rescued Qianfan, all attention would be focused on Qianfan, and by the time he noticed anything amiss, it would be too late—his family would have already vanished. He thought he had everything under control, but he hadn't expected that his actions had been anticipated by others. Mingye

picked a leaf from the side and played with it in his hand. The Heavenly Palace was full of exotic flowers and rare herbs; even in the dead of winter, a leaf remained green and lush.

Guiyi…

should he place his bet on him? It all depended on his next move.

His elder brother's health was failing; the heavy workload of state affairs would only wear him down. The reforms of the republican system had been abruptly halted halfway through. Although he was no longer involved in politics, he still wielded considerable influence within the demon court. With him around, various factions dared not act rashly for the time being, but once he left, there would likely be considerable turmoil. The most urgent task was to find a successor who could take over the reins of the government.

Mingye smiled, "Hmph, where could a family possibly escape to in such a hasty manner? There will always be traces." He instructed his subordinates, "No need to pursue Guiyi. Just follow his family. Remember, simply follow them closely; do nothing. I'll give him ten days. If he's smart enough, he'll know what to do and obediently hand over the head I want."

Just as he finished giving these instructions—

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Two demon guards rushed over. Another dark figure on the ground vanished without a trace. Mingye turned his head and saw who it was. His heart clenched. It was Xiaotian and Xiaodi, who were assigned to Qianfan's side.

"This is terrible, Your Highness! The Heavenly Palace just sent people to take Master away."

"Take Qianfan away? People from the Heavenly Palace?" Mingye's eyes flashed with cold light as he roared, "Why didn't you protect him?"

Xiaotian and Xiaodi looked at each other, finally stammering, "It's...it's Master who went with them willingly. The people who came showed Master something, and Master's face immediately changed drastically, and he was on the verge of collapse...and then...they wouldn't let us do anything, and he left with those people on his own..."

Mingye stomped his foot angrily, "Qianfan is muddle-headed, and you're muddle-headed too! You know he can be as stupid as a pig sometimes! I told you to listen to him, but at least you should have thought about whether what he said was right or wrong, weighed the pros and cons before making a decision!" Mingye glared fiercely at the two of them, making them feel ashamed and shrink smaller and smaller. "You even talked about an ultimate computer with a processing speed of over 3 million gigabytes, pshaw! Even a pig's head is better than you!"

Xiao Tian and Xiao Di cried, retorting softly, "The program you entered didn't allow us to disobey the master's orders, so we..."

"Fine!" Ming Ye sneered, "It's all my fault!" He turned and ran towards Jing Bi Kong, cursing as he ran, "I don't have time to teach you a lesson now, wait till I get back and I'll dismantle and rebuild you!!" He ran a couple of steps and then stopped, yelling frantically, "Damn it! How could I forget to use teleportation! Pighead!"

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He was taken to Jing Bi Kong, and in the rush, he didn't even have time to put on enough clothes. Qian Fan was only wearing two thin straight robes. Unlike the pleasant warmth of the little prince's palace, this elegant palace was chilling everywhere. He gripped the front of his robe tightly with one hand and subconsciously protected his stomach with the other, walking with trepidation, and was finally led to a room.

"Your Highness Kui, the person has arrived." The Heavenly Palace attendants bowed respectfully to the person seated above, then retreated to the sides.

Qianfan stood alone in the center. Unfamiliar with the Heavenly Palace's etiquette, he stood there helplessly, looking up at the incomparably noble Second Prince of the Heavenly Palace on the steps. The man reclined leisurely, one hand supporting his head, with four or five beautiful maids kneeling beside him, feeding him water, wine, and fruit. He wore a black palace robe, the lapel casually open, revealing his chest, and his long, glossy black hair flowed like water around his sides, making his skin appear even paler and bloodless.

The boy's exceptionally handsome appearance made Qianfan recognize him immediately. He never expected that the person who had switched bodies with the young prince that day, tricking him into going to the brothel and publicly humiliating him, was actually the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son.

Qianfan was both angry and afraid of him, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. "You are... Kui?!" His throat tightened, his phoenix eyes filled with panic, but he still glared at him defiantly, unaware of how disrespectful it was to call him by his given name.

Kui wasn't annoyed, biting his wine glass as he looked at him, a faint smile on his face, but his dark eyes were filled with coldness.

"Not bad, it seems Mingming really loves you and takes good care of you."

A few words, tinged with mockery, floated down from above, but Qianfan could hear the resentment and gnashing hatred in them. He didn't know how to respond, he just shrank back two steps, lowering his head and biting his lips until they turned white. His nervousness affected the baby in his belly, the little hands and feet flailing restlessly, hitting his stomach. He could only pat it gently, hoping to calm the child and ease the contractions.

"Excellent! Such a delicate posture can indeed greatly stimulate a man's protective instincts. No wonder Mingming was completely fooled by you!"

Qianfan was taken aback, and with a sudden surge of courage, he immediately looked up and retorted, "I didn't lie to His Highness!"

"Oh, is that so?" Kui sat up surrounded by a group of maids, and a guard standing to the side quickly presented him with an item. Kui took it and played with it in his hand: "You didn't lie to him? Hmph, then tell me, what is this thing inside?" What he held in his hand was an ordinary little box, smaller than a matchbox.

Upon seeing it, Qianfan, disregarding where he was, rushed forward to snatch it: "Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"

The guards swarmed forward to stop him, and in the struggle, someone accidentally bumped into his chest and abdomen. Qianfan was in so much pain that he couldn't cry out, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground clutching his stomach.

Kui chuckled, "Give this to Mingming, and guess what his expression will be? Hehe, it'll be very interesting."

"No!" Qianfan screamed shrilly, tears streaming down his face, "Please, don't let the young prince know! You can't!"

"Mingming is so stupid, he can't tell right from wrong, I think he deserves a lesson." Kui waved his hand, dismissing the maids. He stood up, coldly looking at the person lying on the steps, "I can return this to you, but you'll need to exchange it for something else."

"What do you want?" Qianfan asked, tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with despair, even though the other party wanted his life, "As long as you don't give that thing to the young prince, I... I'll agree to anything."

"Fine!" Kui readily agreed, "I want the ring on your hand, the ring Mingming gave you."

Qianfan scrambled to his feet, hiding his hand behind his back, shaking his head and backing away, "No! I can't give you the ring! I promised Your Highness I would never take it off again." Heartbroken, he wept. This relationship was a mistake from the start. Your Highness, how I wish I could stay with you until the end, but... but... I really don't have the courage to go on, I don't have the courage to face you. Please forgive me!

He reached into his wide sleeve, pulled out a pair of scissors, and plunged them into his chest without hesitation... From the moment that thing fell into someone else's hands, from the moment his secret was revealed, Qianfan knew that he had no way out but to end his own life.

Your Highness ... Your Highness... the child he had been silently calling out in his heart, the cold, sharp blade pierced his skin, and blood gushed out. The black whip shot out like a bolt of lightning, lashing out with a "crack" against the back of his hand, knocking away the scissors he was gripping, and knocking Qianfan to the ground. "Ugh..." A sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and he lay on the ground, panting, clutching his stomach. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his chest was stained crimson with blood—the wound he had inflicted with all his might. "If you die here, the underworld will hate me for eternity. You wretch! What are you plotting?" Kui roared angrily. With a slight movement of his hair, dozens of black tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground around Qianfan, extending like vines, binding his entire body, lifting him off the ground, and suspending him in mid-air. Blood gushed from his chest, and the tentacles, smelling the blood, tightened frantically. Qianfan's chest and abdomen were completely entangled by the tentacles, and his hands were bound behind his back. He was almost suffocated by the eerie black tentacles. His face was pale, and he pleaded painfully with half-closed eyelids, "Kill me, please... don't hurt the young prince..." "I harmed him?!" Kui lashed out with her black whip, striking Qianfan's chest with a "crack," tearing several layers of thin gauze clothing. "You're the one who harmed him! Shameless, you even accused him first!" "Ah!!" Qianfan screamed in agony, "Ugh..." He almost fainted from the pain. His nipples, bleeding from the torn fabric, peeked out from his tattered clothes. His body trembled violently, he gasped for breath, and his chest heaved rapidly. Kui was furious. "What are you pretending for?! You androgynous monster!" she said, and lashed out with the whip again at Qianfan's chest. Mingming liked him, but only for his strange, alluring body. Damn bastard! "Crack!" "Crack!" The merciless whip lashed down relentlessly, giving Qianfan no time to catch his breath, each strike deliberately hitting his high, firm breasts. "Ah! Yah! Ah..." Bound by tentacles, Qianfan had no way to avoid the whipping. His clothes were torn to shreds, his soft, jade-like breasts exposed and trembling in the air, tossed and turned by the black whip. His snow-white chest was covered with purplish-red welts.

Black tentacles reached up to his chest, wrapping around his breasts, tightening, and encircling the two round orbs. Small mouths with rows of serrated teeth at the tips of the tentacles sometimes brushed against the two deep red areolas, sometimes lightly, occasionally nudging and bumping against the protruding nipples. His

entire chest burned, incredibly sensitive, and couldn't withstand such teasing.

Qianfan's breathing became increasingly urgent, "Uh...uh...you, don't...uh...ah──!!" he cried out, as one of the tentacles suddenly opened its mouth wide and bit down on his injured nipple, sucking it in, the serrated teeth piercing the tender red flesh, nibbling delicately. The tentacle seemed to have a life of its own, sucking on the nipple and pulling sharply a few times, then releasing, letting the orb return to its original shape, before sucking again with such force that the entire orb dented inward.

"Ah !!

Ahh ... "You...sigh, how could you do this to him? If Mingming sees this, he'll definitely be furious with you. Xiao Kui, don't take your bad mood out on him! Put him down right now!" The man was covered in blood, but fortunately, his chest was rising and falling slightly, indicating he was still alive. The Crown Prince instructed the girl behind him, "Princess, please check his injuries." Accompanying him was the Imperial Physician, the Eldest Princess. She nodded, walked to Qianfan's side, and curiously examined his androgynous body. But Kui showed no intention of putting Qianfan down. With a flick of his wrist, the black gold whip lashed across Qianfan's chest again, leaving a bloody welt. The suspended body, like a broken puppet, swayed slightly from the whip but remained silent, clearly having fainted from the pain. "Second Prince, he is five months pregnant and cannot withstand severe punishment. If you beat him again, he will surely die." Shui Xinsha offered her honest advice from a physician's perspective. Her tone was calm; in truth, beating a servant to death was a common occurrence for royalty of their status, nothing strange. Kui ignored her words and lashed out with the whip again in the blink of an eye. Qianfan's chest was already swollen and red, no longer the snow-white skin it once was. At first glance, it was covered with whip marks, and there was nowhere to strike again. "Little Kui, aren't you deliberately provoking Mingming by doing this?" His elder brother, the Crown Prince, was anxious for him. Kui smiled coldly: "Yes, Mingming hates me. He hates me because of this person! Heh, hate him! Hate him! I hate him too, I hate him to death, he's incredibly foolish..." He suddenly stopped— a chilling aura, swift and unexpected, enveloped the entire Jingbikong Palace, the murderous intent emanating from it sending chills down the spines of everyone in the hall. A powerful surge of Heavenly Soul energy created a rapidly approaching low pressure, making the surrounding air suddenly heavy and difficult to breathe. A feeling of terror gripped the chest, a desire to scream yet unable to be uttered. Ice began to form on the walls, extending from the floor and ceiling, enveloping everyone in the hall. In the blink of an eye, the Pure Azure Sky had become an ice palace. Frost also formed on Kui's black gold whip, the chill creeping up the whip inch by inch, like a crawling ice dragon, slowly ascending to Kui's hand. He could no longer move; his entire arm was frozen solid. "I warned you not to hurt Qianfan again. Was I not clear enough, or do you have a bad memory?" The words had barely left his lips when Mingye appeared before Kui. He immediately delivered a punch to Kui's face— Kui stood firm, but the blow sent his head tilting to one side, blood immediately trickling from the corner of his mouth. “Mingming, listen to me, he lied to you, actually he is…” “I won’t listen!” Mingye threw another punch, still furious. He asked sternly, “There has to be a reason for doing things. What are you up to by repeatedly targeting the people around me? What did Qianfan do to offend you that you won’t let him go?!” Mingye trembled with anger, grabbing Kui’s collar. “I told you, if you hurt him again, we can’t even be friends anymore. Now… we are no longer friends.” He released Kui, took two steps back, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head, saying, “I’m taking him away. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me, Your Highness. I take my leave!” His cold tone and distant words announced the end of their friendship. “…You don’t believe me…you don’t listen to what I say. For him…haha, fine…fine!” Kui stood there like a lost soul, helplessly watching her beloved leave her, walking away without a second thought to another person. The sorrow in his eyes deepened, and the soft, warm corner of his heart was gradually eroded by coldness and despair… “Mingming, let’s talk this out.” Seeing the two arguing, the Crown Prince quickly stepped forward to comfort him: “Don’t be angry with Xiaokui. He just cares about you too much, which is why he did these foolish things. He hasn’t been feeling well lately, so he’s been a bit irritable. You have to understand…” He kept rambling on, but Mingye wouldn’t listen. He was busy using an ice sword formed from spiritual energy to cut off the disgusting black tentacles one by one, carefully rescuing the dying Qianfan from them. He didn’t notice that with each tentacle he cut off, Kui’s face grew paler. The girl who had suffered so much collapsed in his arms, already unconscious. The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 195: Anyone could see that the Little Demon King adored this man. He always spoke to him softly and gently, never raising his voice even slightly. Now, seeing him, weakened by illness, endure a brutal beating, his chest covered in shocking welts, the Little Demon King's heart ached, his eyes reddening, and he nearly shed tears. Mingye moved as gently as possible, lifting him horizontally as if holding a fragile treasure. Qianfan leaned against him, inevitably his chest wounds brushing against his clothes. "Ooh..." he cried out in pain, unconsciously raising his hand to soothe the wound. "Don't touch it!" Mingye quickly put him back on the ground, stopping his hand from reaching for his chest. Knowing he wouldn't hear in his unconscious state, Mingye still gently coaxed him in the ear, "Be good! Bear with it, we'll go back to the palace soon." Perhaps there truly is a telepathic connection between lovers; the pain on Qianfan's face eased considerably. Mingye held him close, about to activate his Heavenly Soul, when his sleeve was grabbed. "Don't use teleportation, his current physical condition can't handle it." The one who stopped him was Shui Xinsha. "If you trust me, put him down first, let me examine him." Mingye looked at Qianfan's bloodless face and nodded silently. At this moment, his mind was only on Qianfan, and he had no time to think about anything else. The Imperial Physician Princess picked up Qianfan's hand and carefully took his pulse: "Don't worry, he just fainted because of a sudden pain. His internal organs weren't damaged, and he's not in immediate danger." While diagnosing him, Shui Xinsha placed her other hand above the wound and released healing spiritual energy to promote blood circulation and tissue regeneration. The wound from the scissors quickly stopped bleeding and slowly healed, and the purplish-red whip marks also faded. "Thank you, Princess." Mingye looked with joy at the person in his arms whose complexion had regained some color. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly woke up. Mingye, still shaken, gently scolded, "You big dummy! I told you to stay in a safe place, but you wouldn't listen. You just ran off to wherever it was dangerous. Were you trying to scare me to death?" Qianfan, who had just woken up, looked around blankly before realizing where he was. He frantically shrank into the child's arms, "Your Highness, hurry! Let's get out of here..."

"Leave?" A mocking voice came from the seat of honor. "Don't you want this back?" Kui shook the small box in her hand.

A look of terror and despair flashed in Qianfan's eyes.

Mingye turned to Kui and shouted angrily, "What did you take from him? Give it back to him right now!"

"You want to know?" Kui sneered, sitting down leisurely. A group of palace maids immediately came to serve her. After drinking the wine offered by someone, Kui said calmly, "Ask him what's in this box. Let him tell you himself. If he dares to tell, I'll give it back to him."

"Your Highness, I don't want that thing anymore. Let's go, please..." Qianfan cried anxiously, supporting her heavy back, trying to stand up and pull the child away.

"Alright, alright, we'll leave right away! Don't move, I'll carry you."

"What's the rush? The princess seems to have something to say?" After Kui's reminder, everyone looked at the girl who had been ignored to the side. Kui feigned surprise and asked, "Princess, you don't look too well. Did you discover something special?"

Shui Xinsha raised her eyes and looked intently at the young demon lord. She pursed her lips, walked silently to Mingye, and suddenly struck him with lightning speed, slapping him across the face. Gasps of surprise erupted throughout the hall.

The usually clumsy Qianfan reacted faster than anyone else when she saw the child being slapped. She jumped up and shielded the child, ignoring her previous fear and worry, leaving only anger. "How could you, a girl, hit someone like that?!"

Mingye was jolted awake by the slap. Clever as he was, he immediately guessed the reason. He smiled wryly and pulled the furious Qianfan back into his arms to protect her, preventing her from exposing her chest. "I told you not to move around so much. What if you hurt the baby?"

Qianfan's eyes were filled with tears as she rubbed the finger marks on the child's face. "Does it hurt?"

Mingye shook his head, hugged her tighter, and looked at the girl with an open expression.

Shui Xinsha glared at him. Taking the male concubine's pulse had revealed a shocking truth. She asked Mingye, each word deliberate, "Answer me honestly, who ate the Sacred Heart Fruit—you or him?" The

conspiracy exposed

, Mingye showed no panic. He calmly removed his outer robe, wrapped Qianfan in it, and steadily lifted her, walking past the trembling, furious girl towards the palace gate, his attitude excessively arrogant.

"Stop! Listen to me!" Completely ignored, Shui Xinsha's shrill voice rang out in the palace, her teeth clenched: "I'd rather die than marry you!" Blinded by anger, she sneered maliciously behind him: "Just wait and prepare your own and his funeral arrangements."

Mingye didn't stop, not even turning his head.

Qianfan, however, felt a pang of panic. He knew he was poisoned and didn't have much time left, but why was the girl even cursing the young prince? He grabbed Mingye's sleeve and asked, "What did she mean?"

Mingye shrugged. "Huh? What did she say? I can't hear clearly, I didn't hear clearly."

Qianfan didn't know that Mingye was deaf in his left ear. He cupped the child's face and looked him up and down. "Can't hear? Why? Which ear?"

The child turned his head away with a bad expression and pulled his hand away. "My heart is about to give out too, you scared me! What kind of place is this Heavenly Palace? How dare you come here alone?"

Qianfan was speechless, only lowering his eyelids, full of worries, with a bitter expression.

Back in the palace in Shuntian City, the four little palace maids, Feng Hua Xue Yue, and Xiao Tian and Xiao Di, were punished by being forced to kneel. In the freezing cold, the six of them lined up and knelt in the howling wind outside.

"Kneel! No one is to get up without my order!"

Qianfan couldn't bear it and pleaded with Mingye, "It's all my fault, Your Highness, it's not their fault. Please be lenient and don't punish them, okay? It's so cold outside..."

Mingye gently placed him on the bed and brought over a medicine box, "Their mission is to protect you! Look at you now, what a mess you are in! Servants who neglect their duties must be punished. If you say another word, I'll make them kneel for another hour!"

Qianfan had no choice but to obediently shut his mouth, his apologetic and guilty gaze occasionally glancing towards the door. Suddenly, the wound on his chest pierced his heart and lungs: "Ah—!" Looking down, he saw that the blood on his clothes had congealed and formed a scab, which the child had torn open.

"It hurts! Your Highness...it hurts so much..." Qianfan lay on the bed, weakly whimpering, his phoenix eyes glistening with tears. He struggled, refusing to cooperate: "No...don't do it anymore, waah, Your Highness...let it be like this, it will...get better slowly later...ah!!"

Mingye showed no mercy: "If the wound isn't cleaned in time, it will worsen. You have to endure the pain." He wished the injury were on his own body. Every cry of pain from Qianfan felt like a whip lashing him, and he wasn't the only one suffering such excruciating pain.

Hardening his heart, he ignored the whimpering child and swiftly tore off all of Qianfan's tattered clothes stuck to the wound. His once fair and smooth skin was now covered in mottled wounds. Mingye hesitated for a long time between several bottles of medicine. Any one of them had an anti-inflammatory effect, but it would also intensify the pain.

He finally decided to use the most primitive method—leaning down, supporting Qianfan's back with his arm, and licking his swollen, red chest with his tongue. This disinfection method was also effective and wouldn't make Qianfan too uncomfortable.

The burning whip wounds, licked by the little guy's tongue, felt both numb and itchy, and Qianfan heaved his chest, constantly moaning and begging for mercy, his cries mixed with lewd tremors: "Ah~~ no! Your Highness... it hurts, it hurts so much... ah~~~ wuwu... no..." He pushed the child's shoulders away with both hands, feigning resistance.

"Qianfan, I'm disinfecting you! You..." Can you stop moaning so seductively? Upon hearing such sounds, Mingye's little brother immediately perked up. The little devil suppressed his burgeoning lust, forcing himself to concentrate on cleaning Qianfan's wounds.

"Here... how did you get this?" His tongue stopped at a deep, sunken wound on the chest.

Qianfan's eyes flickered, then he turned his face away, remaining silent and refusing to answer.

"I just saw a pair of bloodstained scissors on the ground. The carving on them is in the style of the demon race. You brought them from here, didn't you? Qianfan, why?" Mingye stopped licking, turned Qianfan's face to face him, not allowing him to escape: "The blue crystal I gave you didn't react at all when you were in danger, why?"

Still receiving no response, the little demon king's eyes gradually reddened. He blinked rapidly, forcing back tears. "Don't think I don't know. You were determined to die in the Heavenly Palace, so you didn't resist at all. Is that right? Answer me."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness… I have my reasons…" Qianfan refused to continue. He closed his eyes, no longer wanting to meet the child's gaze. He didn't want to see himself reflected in the child's clear eyes.

A long silence followed, then suppressed sobs broke the silence beside him.

Qianfan opened his eyes and saw the little devil sitting to the side, frantically wiping away tears with the back of his hand. A teenager, crying was too embarrassing for him, so he dared not cry too loudly. His little face was flushed red, and he looked quite pitiful.

"Don't cry..." Qianfan went over and hugged him, gently coaxing him. "Silly boy..."

Mingye sobbed, gasping for breath, "Waaah...you, you don't want me anymore, and you don't want me either...waaah...we promised to be together...waaah..." He wept uncontrollably, covering his eyes with his sleeve, tears spreading across it.

Qianfan pondered for a long time, then made a crucial decision: "Your Highness, let's go, let's leave this place and live in the human world. From now on, we'll never concern ourselves with anything here again."

Mingye lowered his sleeves, staring blankly at Qianfan. Suddenly, he felt the determination in Qianfan's eyes was unfamiliar. The Qianfan before him was still gentle and tender, just like the kind and soft-hearted person he had first met, so fragile that he couldn't even protect himself, yet he still tried his best to protect others. But... what was different?

Looking at the child's confused eyes, Qianfan smiled bitterly and patted his head: "What's wrong? Didn't you say you would take me away from here to live a normal life? Now you don't want to?"

Mingye lowered his head: "I... can't leave for now."

He had many things to consider and couldn't just leave so easily. Not to mention the pile of trivial matters in the Demon Clan that hadn't been settled, Qianfan's current illness meant that even in the human world, there wouldn't be any medicine to suppress the rampant poison. Within two months, he would definitely lose his life, along with the little one in his belly.

“Your Highness, you’ve changed your mind.” Qianfan concluded sadly. He released the child, turned his back to him, and whispered almost inaudibly, “If we don’t leave now, it will be too late…”

Mingye, who only had hearing in one ear, couldn’t hear clearly and thought Qianfan was blaming him. He quickly hugged him from behind and vowed, “I haven’t changed my mind, Qianfan. I will definitely take you away. After I finish what I’m doing, I will take you and Benben away to find a quiet place and live some peaceful, happy days without anyone disturbing us. Just the two of us, and I will cook delicious meals for you every day… You believe me… believe me!” From that day on, Qianfan was always depressed, and his smiles became rare. The Little

Demon King

tried to ask him if the contents of the stolen box were important and if it could be bought back. He didn’t say anything, only looked sad and heartbroken, which frightened Mingye so much that he never dared to mention the box in front of him again.

The six servants sent to attend to Qianfan were punished by kneeling in the courtyard all night and received a thorough scolding from the Little Demon King. Looking at their young faces, Mingye felt increasingly uneasy and decided to send two more reliable people to guard Qianfan later, to prevent any further trouble.

"Idiot! My hair has to be fiery red, fiery red, you know?! Tsk, not this kind! This kind of red is so tacky, are you colorblind? Can't you tell the difference?!"

Mingye slammed his drawing board heavily on the table next to him in anger. "I quit."

The noisy voice wisely shut up.

"Lieyun, I think you don't necessarily need to change into a human form. Turning into a dog or a fox or some other small animal might suit you better." The Little Demon King smiled insincerely. "So you don't pollute the environment with noise every day!"

What a grumpy brat!

Lie Yun cursed inwardly, but dared not speak his anger. He could only approach with a forced smile, trying to appease her: "But you just said I can choose my own appearance, so I gave... uh, just a suggestion..."

By placing the soul of the divine sword Lie Yun into a humanoid mechanical container, he would possess independent thought and judgment, unlike ordinary advanced robots that only knew how to follow programmed instructions. Sending him to Qian Fan's side to protect him would put the little demon king at ease.

Upon hearing this suggestion, Lie Yun was overjoyed. He was an ancient divine weapon, absorbing the divine essence of each master's power, which slowly gave him sentience and the ability to think. However, his spirit was always bound to the sword, lurking within his master's celestial soul. Wherever his master went, he had to follow, essentially like a ghost haunting him, without any freedom or a body to perceive the world.

"I want to become a human! I want my own body!! That's great! Waaaaaah..." If he were a puppy, he'd probably be so excited he'd be circling his owner, wagging his tail.

Mingye checked the time; he'd returned from the Heavenly Palace today and gone straight to the secret chamber of the Endless Underground Palace to choose a body for him. This guy was far too smug. Just asking him to choose between being a man or a woman, he'd spent an hour trying to decide, making Mingye yell in exasperation, "Forget it! You should just go back to being a sword! You can't even make up your mind about something this small? Your IQ is lower than Feng Hua Xue Yue's! You're useless!"

"...My own body...of course I need to think carefully..."

"Gender is predetermined by heaven; everyone is born without a choice. Now that I'm letting you choose, you should be grateful. Stop wasting my time with this indecisiveness. Tell me! Do you want to be a man or a woman? If you still can't decide, I'll help you!"

"What if...what if I choose the wrong one, and then regret it? Can I get a different one?"

"No way!" Mingye was nearly frantic. "Their entire physiological structure and circulatory system are different; it can't be changed!"

Shenjian hesitated. "Then... surely a different body would be possible?"

The Little Demon King sneered. "Do you know how precious the materials used to create the intelligent robot processors are? The refining technology is extremely rigorous. Even with all the power of the demon race, we can only create twenty of these processors. Once your soul data is injected, the processor's chip will be contaminated and can never be restored. Hmph, who would help you get another priceless body for your capricious and childish demands? Not even in your dreams!" The Little Demon King's face darkened. "Stop arguing! Decide quickly, male or female?"

"No... no, no rush, I... I..." He hadn't decided yet. Under the displeased glare of the Little Demon King, Lie Yun hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself and said, "I'd rather... I'd rather be a man. Although I'd love to try being a woman... I've worked with several mistresses before, and they all had a few troublesome days every month. Forget it, being a woman is too hard..."

Ming Ye almost fell off his chair, rolling his eyes. "Don't worry, with the current technology, the simulation of mechanical bodies can't be 100% like real people. Female robots don't have reproductive functions, so they don't need menstruation."

After deciding on the gender, they started choosing height, physique, face shape, hair color, and age. After doing each item, the Little Demon King was exhausted by his indecisiveness and threw things and lashed out several times...

That night, he brought two people to Qian Fan. One was a handsome red-haired man who was impeccably beautiful, and the other...

"Miss Yi Quan, you're back?" Qian Fan's eyes lit up, revealing a delighted smile.

The serene woman standing before him was none other than Yi Quan, Ming Ye's former lady-in-waiting.

Qian Fan gently patted the drowsy little devil nestled in his arms, finally feeling a heavy burden lifted from his heart. He gratefully said to the lady-in-waiting, "It's good you're back. This child... finally has someone to take care of him." (

Tian Hun Zhuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 198

One early morning—)

"Hey, kid..." Taking advantage of Mingye's change of clothes, Lieyun leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I feel like this body is slow to think, and my brain isn't working well. Is it because the central processing unit is too low-level and not suitable for me?"

As usual, the little devil, who was almost late for school, was still dozing off with his head drooping. He replied weakly, "...There's an adaptation process, you can't rush it..." He yawned, grabbed the collar of the handsome red-haired guy next to him, and pulled him closer. "The processor in your body can calculate more than 5 million grams per second. In the world today, it can be called the most powerful super terminal, almost twice as powerful as the six of them, including Feng Hua Xue Yue. If you still feel that your brain isn't working well, it's because you're stupid. Don't complain about anything else. Also..." He glanced at the crib by the window, where Qianfan was changing Benben's diaper. "When you have time, practice controlling your facial muscles and learn human expressions. Don't always look like you have a blank expression; it'll scare Qianfan."

Lie Yun touched his face and muttered, "I've only been human for a few days. Aren't you asking too much?"

"Me, high standards?" Mingye scoffed. "You've lived for thousands of years, and even a baby who hasn't grown a single tooth knows how to show off better than you. Look over there." He raised an eyebrow at Benben.

The little guy, only a few months old, had just had his diaper changed and was clapping and kicking happily, giggling at the person holding him. Qianfan was so charmed by him that he didn't even notice the little guy trying to rub his head against his chest.

Lieyun watched for a while, then surrendered: "Can't imitate him, the baby looks so silly!"

"That's called playing dumb!" After the palace maid helped him fasten the ornaments on his belt, Mingye immediately turned around and rushed over: "I know what he's trying to do, damn it! He thinks he can get away with it just by pleasing Qianfan? He hasn't gotten past me yet!"

"Come here, let me hold him." Mingye smiled and snatched the baby from Qianfan's arms. The clever Benben knew his little scheme was going to fail and pouted sullenly. "Hehe, you must be hungry." The little devil smiled slyly, grabbed the milk bottle next to him, and unceremoniously shoved it into Benben's mouth, gulping down most of the bottle of milk.

Everyone else was already doubled over with laughter. Qianfan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why others were laughing, so he could only laugh along. Lieyun also tried to imitate everyone's twitching lips, "Ha, haha..." but his imitation was so bad that his face looked like it was twitching, which was quite frightening.

As usual, the little devil was the last official to arrive at the Heavenly Palace.

After the lunch break, he finished the work assigned by the Crown Prince and, as usual, lay on the table, spacing out and dozing off—lately, for some reason, he always felt particularly sleepy...

Someone tapped on his desk, and he lazily opened his eyes. It was the Holy Dragon Prince. Mingye tilted his head, too lazy to even move his mouth, only asking with his eyes: Is there something you need?

The Holy Dragon Prince was stunned at first, then blushed slightly and turned his face away: The little prince looks so... cute when he just woke up!

He quickly composed himself, coughed lightly, and handed a document to Mingye: "His Highness the Crown Prince has summoned us for an emergency meeting. Let's go together."

"An emergency meeting?" Mingye picked up the document and flipped through it. With his exceptional reading speed, he quickly grasped the meeting's content and agenda: "Alright, let's go together." He stood up, but suddenly felt dizzy and his vision blurred. He fell forward, the documents in his hand clattering to the ground.

"Your Highness?!" The Holy Dragon Prince exclaimed, pulling him into his arms to steady him.

For no apparent reason, Mingye felt extremely dizzy, the world spinning around him.

The Holy Dragon Prince quickly helped him sit down. "You look terrible. Are you sick? Where do you feel unwell? Go to the infirmary for a checkup. I'll ask His Highness the Crown Prince for leave for you."

Mingye rubbed his eyes until the snowflakes in front of him gradually cleared: "No need to trouble yourself. I haven't been sleeping well lately, it's nothing serious." He bent down to pick up the scattered documents.

“I’ll do it.” Saint Dragon Prince squatted down, picked up the papers one by one, and handed them to him. “Are you really okay? Today’s meeting might go on very late. If you can’t hold on…” He fell silent, because the silver-haired boy raised his eyes, staring at him coldly and stubbornly. Saint Dragon Prince wasn’t annoyed, and smiled gently: “I’m sorry, I was too talkative.” He reached out to Ming Ye: “Come on, let’s go.”

The little demon king refused his help, secretly took a few deep breaths, forcibly adjusted his body to its best state, and then stood up and walked in front: “Don’t get too close to me!”

He said it softly, but the people behind him heard it clearly.

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Upon arriving at the conference room, he glanced around and saw fifteen people inside, all very young faces, scattered in groups of three or five, discussing among themselves.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the Crown Prince instructed everyone to take their seats.

At the oval conference table, the four junior advisors were positioned on either side of the Crown Prince. After the other three were seated, Mingye took his seat in the remaining empty seat, the second one to the right of the Crown Prince.

The only girl among the four junior advisors announced first: "The documents in your hands are classified as Level Two Secret Information of the Heavenly Palace. Please keep them confidential and do not disclose their contents to anyone outside this meeting."

The other junior advisor next to Mingye then spoke: "According to reliable intelligence, we have recently discovered a very 'interesting' phenomenon in the human realm." He pressed a button on his remote control, and a virtual screen appeared in front of each person, displaying a map of human nations and a series of analytical charts. "We compared the flow of human resources over the past five years. Resources refer to funds, raw materials, and manpower, etc., and we found this... Please take a look..." The charts showed a wave-like pattern in the flow indices for each year. The indices rose abruptly from normal levels, reaching a peak two years ago, and then plummeted, even falling back to the normal levels before the surge.

"From prosperity to decline, followed by a resurgence, this spiral-like fluctuation is an inevitable law of economic development, and it's not surprising. However, what has caught our attention is the unusually short cycle this time, completing the entire process in just five years. Moreover, according to our predictions, the economic cycle of human society should not occur for at least another ten years; it shouldn't have come so quickly. More importantly, the series of effects that accompany the cycle, such as interest rate fluctuations and price instability, have not materialized. Therefore, we suspect that this is not as simple as a mere economic cycle. We have summoned everyone here to hear your opinions on this phenomenon."

Because of his brother's situation, Crown Prince Shen Tianwang considered the Little Demon King a thorn in his side and also wanted to test him: "Your Highness Mingye, I would like to hear your opinion first."

A dozen pairs of eyes turned to him.

Mingye wasn't stupid; he knew, of course, that only the Heavenly Palace possessed such vast resources to have such a comprehensive understanding of the economic landscape of the entire human world. The collection and organization of various data alone had already required countless manpower and resources. Since they had already presented him with the data, wouldn't it be a waste not to use it? He could take this opportunity to investigate the matter that the Little Demon King was concerned about.

"Have you tried summarizing the flow of resources over the past five years?"

Upon hearing this, a subtle, deep smile appeared on the Crown Prince's lips—this meeting was purely to test his abilities; everyone else present was essentially an insignificant supporting character.

He had never doubted that someone as intelligent as him could eventually see through the mystery, but he never expected him to see it so clearly!

The Crown Prince nodded slightly to the woman beside him.

The girl took out another storage device, connected it to the main unit, and another set of charts appeared before everyone. The flow of resources initially appeared chaotic, like a nebula, most concentrated among several major human powers. After layers of filtering, eliminating small transactions, secondary transactions, and other miscellaneous factors, the nebula-like chaos gradually became orderly and focused. Finally, what was presented to everyone was a sun-like, radiating distribution centered on one country—

the Mi Kingdom!

Ha! Ming Ye sneered inwardly. In fact, without these complex data, he should have discovered it much earlier.

The Kingdom of Mi—he recalled the human boy who remotely controlled a satellite in the sky, launched a celestial arrow, and injured him. The supernatural power capable of resisting the Heavenly Soul couldn't have been developed by a single nation.

He had a very bad feeling: it was as if a giant hand was manipulating everything from the shadows.

During the gathering, someone raised a question: "This country has always kept a low profile, but its technological strength is among the best in humanity. We've been paying attention. The question is, how did it manage to raise so much funding and resources in just five years to develop supernatural powers? Why are the other major powers so eager to help, entrusting it with large sums of money and research personnel? Aren't they afraid that once it becomes powerful enough, it will unify the human world?"

The Crown Prince interjected: "Regarding this question, I think I'll entrust His Highness Mingye with the task of investigating the Kingdom of Mi."

Mingye frowned slightly; he wished he could just be a figurehead official and go home to be with Qianfan as soon as possible.

“I think it would be easier to investigate if we entrusted the matter to someone with connections to the Mi Kingdom.”

Without even lifting his eyelids, he framed the Holy Dragon Prince. Those present were all advisors to the Crown Prince, each a shrewd and calculating individual, and their gazes immediately turned to the Holy Dragon Prince.

Unfortunately for them, the Holy Dragon Prince was no pushover. He readily agreed, “I agree with Prince Mingye’s opinion. Please send me along to assist Prince Mingye.”

The Crown Prince readily agreed, “Very well, I hereby grant you both special permission to serve as diplomatic envoys of the Heavenly Palace, to travel together to the Mi Kingdom for a ‘goodwill visit,’ and to reveal the truth at the heart of this vortex.”

The Holy Dragon Prince secretly chuckled, especially seeing the little devil’s bitter face, which filled him with anticipation for the journey.

A hidden undercurrent of power was gradually taking shape in the human world, and in the near future, it would become a force capable of rivaling the Heavenly Palace. This is the inevitable outcome, and no one can stop it, because in places unknown to everyone, the seeds of an imminent crisis are slowly sprouting.

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