【The Legend of the Heavenly Soul】(24-36)

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??? Qianfan knelt silently before the child, embracing him and gently patting his back,

offering silent comfort. Mingye buried his face in Qianfan's neck, feeling the soothing fragrance

emanating from him. Being by his side always brought peace and reassurance. Involuntarily, Mingye tightly

hugged Qianfan's neck, like a drowning person grasping at a lifeline.
??? After venting his emotions, the crying gradually turned into sobs. Mingye was exhausted from crying and began

to feel . As people grow older, they can no longer cry out loud, only shed silent tears. Tears and blood

trickling soaked Qianfan's neck and collar, but Mingye remained nestled against Qianfan's neck, refusing to move.

Qianfan, thinking he was asleep, tentatively shook him and softly called, "Your Highness?" Mingye mumbled

indistinctly , "I'm utterly fed up with this world. It's taken everything from me. I can no longer

find a reason to live."
Qianfan sighed and tenderly picked up the child. The little guy had suffered so much; his body was as light

as a small animal. Qianfan easily carried him back to bed. After removing his blood-stained

robes, Qianfan finally saw the deep, horrifying wound on Mingye's thin chest. He used a clean

gauze , dampened with warm water, to carefully wipe away the blood around the wound. Thanks to Lady Lanqin's

treatment, the wound was healing well, but bleeding was still inevitable for a while. Qianfan's hands trembled slightly,

as did his voice. He asked, "Does it hurt?"
Mingye chuckled self-deprecatingly, "It's nothing. I've experienced injuries far more serious than this. The real pain isn't in

these visible wounds. I keep asking myself, what's the point of all this hardship? I've thought

and thought, but I've never found the answer."
Qianfan said, "You're just too tired. A child your age shouldn't be carrying so much..."
"Heh... a child?" Mingye teased him, "I'm not a child anymore, you know that best." Seeing

the two blushes that rose on Qianfan's cheeks after a brief moment of stunned silence, Mingye's melancholy began to improve.

"Really, Qianfan, I'm not a child anymore. I've experienced too much; my heart has grown old..." His

voice trailed off.
Qianfan avoided his question, "Are you sure you don't need to summon the imperial physician to take a look?" The wound had been cleaned,

but it was still slightly oozing blood. A layer of moisture rose in Qianfan's eyes, and he quickly

turned
his head to wash the blood-stained handkerchief in the basin of water beside the bed. A tear silently slid into the water, making a "plop" sound. "Qianfan, are you crying for me?" Mingye wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. "You

are the only person in the world who would cry for me now." After saying that, he playfully kissed Qianfan on the cheek.
Qianfan said shyly, "You should go to sleep. To heal the wound quickly, you must rest more... um...

" Before he could finish speaking, his lips were sealed with a kiss.
Mingye lifted his chin and sealed it tightly with a kiss, savoring his sweetness. Qianfan, however,

tasted the lingering blood in Mingye's mouth. He already had no choice but to comply, and now he couldn't bear to

push the little lecher away.
After a series of kisses, Mingye, like a cat that had stolen a treat, grinned slyly: "Qianfan, actually, besides

sleeping , there are other ways to help me heal faster."
Qianfan saw the restless glint in his eyes, but still answered, "Hmm, what way?"
"You have the nutrients I need..." the little lecher said shamelessly, wrapping his arms around Qianfan's neck and pulling

him onto the bed. The bed jolted slightly as Mingye straddled Qianfan, taking on a superior

position.
"You...you..." Qianfan's eyes widened in disbelief. Had the little lecher gone mad? With his injuries, he

still wanted to ...do that? "Your Highness, please don't...your injuries..." Mingye had already reached out to pull at his clothes.

Qianfan cried out anxiously, "Not tonight! You're injured!" Warm liquid dripped from Mingye's body onto Qianfan

's chest, burning his skin. "Your Highness, you...you're insane..."
Mingye suddenly stopped, staring intently into Qianfan's eyes. "Heh...you're right!" A hint of madness

flickered : "This world has gone mad. Many years ago, someone told me this,

and today I truly understand...it really has gone mad. My enemies are everywhere here. Since that's the case, why don't I

play along to the end and make this world even more thoroughly insane? Right? You agree, Qianfan?"
Qianfan stared in shock at the person on top of him, speechless.
Demons are extremely unstable in their emotions, capricious, and difficult to distinguish between good and evil, making them unpredictable. This is why both humans

and gods fear and reject demons.
At this moment, the cold light flashing in Mingye's eyes filled Qianfan with fear...
It was as if something was quietly changing
... 25
After learning of his younger brother's injury, Demon Lord Hengye immediately ordered the imperial physicians to be on standby in Shuntian City. However,

a report soon came from the Dragon Palace that the Fourth Prince had brought Mingye to Renqian Palace and placed him under the care of Lady Lanqin.

Hengye was extremely worried about his brother's injuries, but he was also very wary of the gods, fearing that they

had ulterior motives the pretext of treating Mingye's injuries to hold him hostage to blackmail Shuntian City. Hengye was extremely anxious, holding the documents in

his hands, unable to concentrate on reading a single word for a long time. His health was already poor, and the wounds from the last war had not healed for a long time.

In addition, he had been working day and night for the country for the past two years, which had made him ill. His body, already weakened by illness and injury, couldn't withstand

the blow . His heart ached for his younger brother, and he endured the constant, sharp pain in his chest. Finally, as evening approached,

he received the good news of his brother's return to the palace. Overjoyed, Hengye disregarded his discomfort and insisted on being helped by palace servants

to visit his brother. Just as he entered Mingye's palace, he heard a clear but slightly deep,

androgynous voice calling anxiously, "Your Highness...you're still injured...
???...Don't...ah..."
Mingye pinned Qianfan down, his hands restlessly grasping Qianfan's soft breasts,

kneading . A tingling, numbing sensation spread through his chest. Qianfan looked down at Mingye's

small, white hands pressing against his chest, letting out a series of soft, seductive moans, unable to even form a complete sentence.
Mingye made a new discovery, "Hey, Qianfan, why are you dressed as a woman today?"
"Um...it's...it's Yiquan..." Qianfan struggled to organize his thoughts, "Yiquan...she made me change

...she said...it's inconvenient for a man like me to frequently enter and leave His Highness's bedroom..."
Mingye immediately understood. He always acted as he pleased, completely disregarding others' opinions. But seeing Qianfan

dressed as found her quite charming, so he didn't object. Mingye teased, "You

're wearing women's clothes on the outside, but what about inside? Qianfan, are you wearing a woman's bra too?" His wicked gaze

swept over Qianfan's full breasts, the two peaks barely large enough to be grasped, their lines exquisitely beautiful.
Qianfan blushed, looking away without replying.
"If you won't tell me, then I'll have to see for myself." The little lecher had anticipated Qianfan's reaction

, chuckling mischievously, he opened Qianfan's clothes and slipped his hands inside.
His hand didn't directly touch the skin, but instead felt a thick piece of pure cotton fabric. "You really are wearing a

bra!!" Mingye exclaimed in surprise, ignoring the person beneath him who was already blushing uncontrollably. He continued to ask

, "Why are you using such thick padding?" Thinking about it, it was simple. "Hehe, I know, Yiquan

is so thoughtful."
During the day, Yiquan had ordered someone to prepare a complete set of women's clothing for Qianfan, including underwear and bras, and had also given the instruction:

"If you're going to pretend, you have to pretend properly. The inside can't be sloppy either; we can't let the informants from all sides notice anything amiss."

At the time, Yiquan had only glanced at Qianfan's chest and had someone bring him an A-cup bra with padding.

But expected that once Qianfan's breasts became engorged, they would swell considerably. Now, lying on his back on the bed, he

was almost suffocating from the bra that was several sizes too small.
"Your Highness, please don't press down there...on there...it hurts so much!"
Upon hearing this, Mingye withdrew his hand, scrutinizing Qianfan's slightly furrowed brows for a long time. He found the sight of him enduring pain

irresistible. Qianfan was currently wearing traditional demonic palace attire. Demonic girls

, known for their beautiful figures, often wore sexy, sheer skirts, their curves subtly revealed, arousing allure. Qianfan was slender and tall, with

a full chest, appearing at first glance no different from any other beauty. But a closer look revealed a hint

of masculine strength. His beauty was contradictory, both delicate and resilient.
"You're so beautiful..." Mingye sincerely praised. This androgynous body, considered strange by the world,

possessed a fatal attraction in his eyes.
A "hiss" sounded, followed by a cool sensation below. Qianfan looked down and saw that the little lecher had torn his skirt. Even

an idiot would know what he was about to do. Qianfan couldn't get used to it and only wanted to escape. He timidly begged for mercy, "

No ...you...you're still injured...Your Highness...I...
" "Don't be afraid, don't worry, Qianfan, I'll make you feel good..." Mingye said, gently kissing

Qianfan's lips. The little lecher's skills in bed were lacking, but his kissing skills were first-rate, making Qianfan

dizzy and weak all over, his demonic lust fully aroused. Mingye invaded his mouth, his tongue enticing Qianfan's

tongue to dance and intertwine.
Qianfan felt his chest being tightened by his bra, his nipples feeling empty and itchy. He unconsciously raised

his chest and rubbed it against Mingye, making continuous "mmm" sounds, like unbearable moans, yet also passionate

seduction.
Seeing that the fire was almost lit, Mingye ended the kiss and whispered in Qianfan's ear, "Good girl, open your legs ...

" As if possessed
, Qianfan didn't hesitate and obediently opened his body to the little pervert...
~~ ... Should she first taste his sweet milk, or play with that exquisite and sacred forbidden place beneath him? "Your Highness?" Seeing him just staring at her without taking any further action, Qianfan called out impatiently, her itchy body writhing unconsciously, enticing the boy on top of her, anticipating his affection. Mingye didn't hesitate any longer, squeezing between Qianfan's legs. Qianfan, already in the mood, almost reflexively cooperated. Her two long, fair legs encircled the boy between them, extending a fervent invitation. Mingye, though small, was precocious, mimicking the actions of the man who had seen Qianfan brutally raped , roughly tearing open Qianfan's clothes, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, and the light purple bra tightly bound to Qianfan's chest, adorned with delicate lace, encasing her two full breasts. Mingye's eyes gleamed—my god, the bra was the same color as the panties, a mature and alluring light purple —he exclaimed lewdly, his overflowing saliva barely dripping onto Qianfan's body. His hand touched Qianfan's breasts, the thick padding on the bra displeasing him. "Qianfan, is your nipple here ?" Assessing the approximate location of the nipple, Mingye's finger tentatively poked down. "Ah!!" Qianfan shuddered, his head tilting back, his chest inevitably rising, meeting Mingye 's forceful touch, his left round breast sinking in. The tenderness of his chest, subjected to such rough treatment , caused Qianfan pain, yet also a strange, indescribable pleasure. Unsure whether he wanted it or not , tears welled in his eyes, he shook his head slightly, murmuring, "Your Highness…no…Your Highness…" Heh! Mingye kissed his lips triumphantly, brushing aside the sweat-dampened hair clinging to his face with one hand, while the other continued to circle his nipple. "I guessed right, didn't I? The nipple was indeed here..." Mingye's kiss extended to his chin, licking away the saliva that had dripped down it, his tongue tracing his slender neck, lingering on his barely visible apple. "Do you like having your nipples played with like this?" The sensation was both painful and pleasurable; Qianfan didn't know how to express it, only able to sob through his tears, "Waaah... Your Highness..."

Mingye mischievously misinterpreted his words: "What? Not enough? Then try this?" He lifted one side of

Qianfan's bra, exposing his right breast. The bra was already tight, constricting the upper part of his breast and

squeezing the originally beautiful round shape into an oval. Qianfan was extremely uncomfortable, but the little guy wasn't satisfied with the torment.

He put his mouth to the nipple, sucking and biting it.
Qianfan shuddered violently again, twisting and turning to avoid it, moaning and groaning,

milk . He had already opened his milk ducts, but the milk still couldn't leak out because the little guy

had put a gold ring on his nipple that morning. His struggles only resulted in Mingye tightening his grip. Qianfan felt that both his breasts were so swollen

that they were about to burst from the milk, and his lower body was also affected, the women's underwear restricting his masculine erection. He cried out pitifully,

"No... ahh... don't do this..."
Mingye, having had his fill of playing with him, finally released him, allowing Qianfan to catch his breath.
His clothes were tattered, his chest heaving rapidly. One breast was exposed, its nipple a vibrant red,

erect and bound with a gleaming gold ring at its base. His other breast remained hidden within his bra,

prompting speculation about whether a delicate bud lay there. He was disheveled, yet exuded allure.
Mingye pressed down on him, embracing his slender waist, rubbing his already aroused member against Qianfan's crotch.

Both felt the other's intense heat. Mingye's erection pressed directly against Qianfan's warm, moist opening,

ready to . Even through the layers of trousers, one could feel the dragon rising from the abyss, its unwavering determination palpable. Qianfan's

body was already prepared. Stimulated, his love juices flowed endlessly, lubricating his flower cave. The inner walls were eager

to be impacted, rubbed, and penetrated…
"Mmm… Your Highness… don't…" Qianfan breathed softly. Mingye
's hand roamed wantonly along the inside of his thigh. "What exactly don't you want? Tell me."
"No… rings… and… underwear… no underwear either…" His underwear was already

a deep purple from the dampness. The thin fabric couldn't contain the love juices secreted from his flower cave. The transparent liquid, emitting

a strong fragrance, leaked from the edge of his underwear, sliding down his snow-white thighs…
"You vixen! Qianfan, you vixen!" Mingye breathed heavily, his desire for him stronger than ever before.

Mingye quickly pulled down his pants, looking at his still thin and immature little brother, and

declared with boundless pride: "Qianfan, one day, I will fill you up completely, making you feel like you're in heaven!"
Someone slipped outside the door, and Demon Lord Hengye barely managed to catch the head eunuch beside him, both amused and exasperated: "Are you sure the young

prince was injured in the chest, not the head?"
The head eunuch wanted to laugh but dared not, and could only bow his head and reply: "This subordinate is certain, the young prince was shot through the chest with an arrow,

and the injury is quite serious..."
"Serious?" Hengye raised his voice, "So serious that as soon as he returned to the palace he immediately..." Such absurd things

were beneath his dignity to say, Hengye's face turned cold. Fortunately, he had brought only his closest confidants today, otherwise, if this matter got

out, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause. This child, Mingye, is becoming more and more outrageous; he really needs to be

disciplined . He gave the others a look: Summon.
The head eunuch immediately straightened his neck: "Your Majesty, welcome—"
The palace maid guarding the gate immediately knelt down and reported: "Your Highness, His Majesty has arrived."
Inside the room, Mingye's romantic encounter was interrupted, greatly displeased. He lowered his voice: "I'm resting,

I won't see you!" He lowered his head and viciously ripped off Qianfan's underwear, causing Qianfan to gasp in surprise. Mingye straightened up and

sent his little brother into that deep honey hole. His technique was never very good, and now that he was a little

angry , his movements became even more rough, like pounding medicine, Mingye's clone rampaged through Qianfan's body,

no different from a wild bull…
A shout came from outside the door, "Mingye, come out and see me!" The Demon Lord had no choice but to uphold his elder brother's authority.
Who knew that the little lecher, fearless and audacious, would dare challenge his older brother: "I said I wouldn't see you, and I mean it! Go back!"
The atmosphere instantly froze. The servants all fell silent, lowering their eyes, not daring to make a sound.
Rejected at the door by his younger brother's ruthless refusal, Hengye trembled with rage. A dull pain shot through his chest. He quickly covered his mouth

with his hand , coughing several times, and his hand was covered in blood.
"My lord! My lord!" The head eunuch rushed to help him, but Hengye pushed him away.
"Who is in the young prince's room right now?" the Demon Lord asked in a deep voice.
"It's...it's..." the head eunuch stammered.
"Speak!" Hengye roared, his face ashen. "Dare to conceal a single word from me, and I'll take your heads!"
The servants all knelt down with a thud. "We dare not conceal anything, Your Highness, please take care of yourself." The chief

eunuch crawled forward on his knees: "That person... was brought back by His Highness from outside the palace last night..."
Hengye immediately sensed something was wrong: "What place outside the palace?"
"It's... a brothel..."
"Oh? Could she be a prostitute?" Hengye wondered. The little brat he always thought of

had somehow reached the age where he needed a woman to warm his bed. But if he asked, there were plenty of women in the palace; why would he need

to bring back a woman of unknown origin from outside? He hadn't even thoroughly examined her, and he didn't know if

she was virgins.
Hengye's sharp gaze swept over the crowd: "This woman has been in the palace all day, why hasn't anyone

reported it ?"
The head eunuch lowered his head in embarrassment, his voice barely audible: "Your Majesty… that person…

isn't a woman… it's… it's a man…"
"What?!" Hengye's anger surged, a metallic taste rising in his throat, his legs suddenly giving way…
"Your Majesty?" the crowd exclaimed, a fragrant breeze arriving just in time to steady the Demon Lord's frail, almost collapsing body.
Hengye looked up and saw Queen Qianyuna beside him, looking at him with worry. Qianyuna
was originally a princess of a human kingdom, who married Hengye, then the crown prince, many years ago. Her

kingdom, Shart, though wealthy, was not powerful. In the human world, it was undoubtedly a tempting piece of meat. The old king of

Shart disillusioned with the humans who were constantly killing each other, pondered deeply and finally chose to ally with the demons.

The princess thought that with the demons as her backing, those powerful human nations, like wolves and tigers, wouldn't dare to act rashly. Little

did she know, human ambition is boundless, and the appetites of those nations were terrifyingly large. They even used the

righteous to try and eradicate the demons as well. The demons themselves were in dire straits, and the Kingdom of Shart was the first to bear the brunt. Qian Yu Nai

witnessed her father's murder and could no longer speak…
??? Although there was no romantic love between Heng Ye and this princess, they had shared joys and sorrows for a considerable period,

and there was bound to be some affection between them. To her, Heng Ye softened his tone: "This is truly outrageous; I can't let him do as

he pleases!" With that, he flicked his sleeve, broke free from his wife's hand, and strode towards his brother's palace gate.
The palace maids guarding the door rushed forward to stop him: "My lord! My lord! His Highness has already gone to sleep. Please come again tomorrow...

"
"Insolence!" Hengye kicked over the two maids blocking his way and pushed the door open with a single blow.
Mingye hadn't expected his elder brother to disregard etiquette and force his way into his room. He quickly withdrew from Qianfan's body

, forcefully pulled back the brocade quilt on the bed, covering Qianfan's half-naked body. Then, with a flick of his finger, a

force knocked off the golden hooks holding the bed curtains, causing the layers of light gauze to fall away like water, concealing all the alluring scenery.

All these actions were completed the instant the Demon Lord pushed open the door.
Hengye walked in, and through the swaying gauze, he occasionally glimpsed his younger brother's handsome face, which was strikingly pale. Yet,

his face was filled with a gentle smile as he comforted the still-shaken person on the bed, showering him with affection.
Mingye lay on his side beside Qianfan, propping his head up with one hand and gently stroking his long hair with the other. Seeing the Demon Lord approach,

he lazily greeted him, "Brother, what brings you here so late?" Though his smile was warm, Qianfan

sensed a chill beneath it. He was bet the little guy was angry, and quite angry at that. His

attitude towards the Demon Lord was extremely cold, bordering on annoyance. Qianfan was filled with doubt; he had always thought the little

guy was very attached to his brother. He had seen the little guy crying pitifully in his dreams, repeatedly calling out

"Brother"
... Hengye stared at the bed, but still couldn't make out the man's face. He coughed softly a few times, hiding his bloodied hand

behind his back. So angry, so anxious, with so many words of reproach and instruction, yet upon entering and seeing his brother,

he said only, "I heard you were injured... Are you alright? Should I have the imperial physician come and take a look?"
Mingye showed no appreciation for his brother's concern. "I have my own body to manage, no need for you to worry, Brother. Please

take good care of yourself, Brother. It's late and the dew is heavy, it's best not to wander around outside." These words were clearly

a signal .
Hengye stood there, stunned, his mouth opening and closing several times, unable to find the words he wanted to say. Just a few steps away, that bed

curtain separated the two brothers by a vast distance, making it difficult for him to speak, making him unable to take another step forward. "Little Ye

..." he murmured, his brows furrowed with desolation. Since the child so didn't want to see him, there was no

point in staying. "Then... you should rest well." Glancing at the bed again, his younger brother didn't try to stop

him, not even bothering to say a polite word. Hengye could only leave dejectedly.
Disturbed like this, Mingye had lost all interest. He sighed, and said apologetically to the person beside him,

"Did I frighten you?"
Qianfan straightened his clothes slightly in the blankets and shook his head at Mingye, "I can see your

brother is really worried about you. He came specifically to see you, Your Highness. Why did you reject him so coldly? It

hurts him deeply..." Qianfan's advice stopped the moment he met Mingye's gaze.
As if a different person, Mingye suddenly lost all warmth on his face, his gaze turning cold and menacing, like an enraged

viper, sending chills down one's spine. Qianfan was stunned by his aura, staring blankly at him, speechless and unable

to move. Mingye had never shown him such hostility before. The person before him, with his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face, seemed completely

different from the young prince he knew.
"Don't mention my brother in front of me!" Mingye's hand tightened around Qianfan's neck. Even without exerting

force, it was enough to make Qianfan struggle to breathe. "If there's a next time, even if it's you, I won't let you off easily!"
Qianfan nodded blankly.
Seeing his pale face, Mingye finally removed his hand. He sat up straight, blinked,

and spoke again, his tone gentler, but still carrying a hint of impatience and deep weariness: "Qianfan,

there are many things in this palace that you don't know. Don't think too much, just listen to me obediently.

Don't worry about anything else. Only those who know how to protect themselves will live long. Do you understand what I mean?"
Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; how could Qianfan not understand this principle? But he had always treated Mingye as an ordinary child

, cherishing him, indulging him, caring for him… forgetting that he was a true descendant of royalty.

The imperial family has always been the most ruthless; if you accidentally touch his sore spot, he will immediately turn against you without mercy, holding the power of life and death. Besides,

in his heart, he was at most just a toy. When a child is still interested in a toy, they

will cherish it dearly. But when they get tired of it, they will casually throw it away and get a new one. This is probably his

fate . Thinking of this, Qianfan's lips curled into a resigned, bitter smile: "Yes, Your Highness, Qianfan remembers

."
Seeing his bleak smile, Mingye felt a pang of sadness. After all, he was the one who had forcibly brought him to this

palace . "Qianfan..." he called softly, his fingers secretly touching Qianfan's hand under the quilt.
"Hmm?" Qianfan raised an eyebrow at him, his gaze as gentle as ever.
Mingye was silent for a moment, thinking things through before speaking: "The last time humans invaded my race,

I was severely injured in that war, almost losing my life. I had no choice but to use the 'Resurrection

Spell'."
Mingye's expression was solemn, and Qianfan listened intently.
"The Resurrection Spell is a secret technique passed down from the ancient ancestors of the demon race. It is extremely powerful. In life-

or-death situations, this spell can heal the caster's injuries in the shortest possible time.

However, the side effect is that if the caster is injured again, all of their spiritual power will be converted into healing energy by the Resurrection Spell. In other words,

the caster will be completely devoid of spiritual power for a period of time before the wound is fully healed. To this day,

only you and I know about this."
Mingye raised his hand and wiped away the bloodstains on his chest, leaving only a faint, blood-tinged scar. "

Aren't you also wondering why I recovered so quickly?" He smiled, taking Qianfan's hand and placing it on his

wound. "That woman Lanqin certainly deserves credit, but most importantly, the resurrection spell on my body

worked ." He looked at the still somewhat confused Qianfan, blinking his innocent silver eyes. "After

all that rambling, I just wanted to say that I won't be able to use any of my powers for the next few days."
Qianfan didn't quite understand the spells and spiritual power he mentioned, but he roughly knew that losing spiritual

power was quite serious for this little devil. He asked, "What should we do then?"
The little boy chuckled, "I'm not worried about myself, but you, Qianfan. You're sometimes so clumsy and confused. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back to save you if you encounter danger, so you need to be more alert

during this time ." Are you kidding me? Being lectured by a child five or six years younger than himself, who even called him "stupid and muddle-headed," even Ren Qianfan, with his good temper, was annoyed. He was about to defend his own intelligence when the little brat, naked, jumped off the bed, ran to the window, climbed onto a stool, and took down a golden birdcage hanging there. He opened the cage, and two small, bright green birds immediately darted out, flapping their wings and taking flight. Strangely, the two birds didn't fly away; they circled the room twice before landing on Mingye's shoulders. One began chirping loudly, while the other leisurely preened the feathers on its belly. Mingye called out, "Stop playing! Show yourself!" The two little fellows reluctantly fluttered to the ground. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a pair of handsome young boys. They looked like two children , with their hair styled in palace buns and dressed in wide-sleeved palace robes, extremely cute. Qianfan was instantly charmed, completely forgetting his earlier anger. "Oh, what are their names?" Mingye rolled onto the bed and nestled beside him. "They don't have names. They're my shikigami, and they can't speak. During the time I lost my spiritual power, they were responsible for taking care of you and protecting you." "Protect me? The two of them?" Qianfan found it unbelievable. These petite and adorable children, with their delicate white hands, probably couldn't even brew tea properly, let alone protect him. Qianfan covered his mouth with his sleeve and chuckled softly. Seeing him laugh happily, Mingye was also pleased. "But, without names, it's very inconvenient to call them," Qianfan said. Mingye scratched his head. "Sigh, whatever, let's call them Xiao Yi and Xiao Er." This was too casual! Qianfan was about to object when the two boys suddenly danced with joy, completely satisfied with their new names, their flattery superb. Seeing this, Qianfan had nothing more to say. Mingye pointed at them and shouted, "Go!" After a puff of green smoke, Xiao Yi and Xiao Er had vanished. Only the two of them remained in the room. Although the Resurrection Spell was powerful, after a day of exertion, Mingye was exhausted and began to drowsy. Seeing his sleepiness, Qianfan covered him with a blanket, and accidentally touched him, only to find his body temperature frighteningly low. "Your Highness, are you cold?" Mingye nodded, snuggling into Qianfan's warm embrace. "Qianfan, I...I'm so cold..." His lips had turned a deep purple from losing too much blood. Qianfan hugged him tighter. "Is this better?" Mingye nestled comfortably in his arms, his eyelids drooping. "Not enough, I'm still cold..." Seeing his frail little body, Qianfan didn't think twice. He took off his clothes, hugged him tighter, and asked, "How about this? If you're still cold, I'll think of something else." Mingye almost chuckled. He leaned his head against Qianfan's chest. "Hmm, if you can drink some hot beverages before bed, you won't be cold." "Your Highness, you... ah..." Mingye reached out and removed the gold ring from Qianfan's nipple. He covered it with his mouth, gently sucking, and the sweet, fragrant juice immediately fell into his stomach. He closed his eyes in satisfaction. "Um...uh..." Qianfan shifted his chest uncomfortably, but when he looked down and saw the child in his arms sleeping peacefully with a serene expression , he couldn't bear to break this rare moment of tranquility. He forced himself to adapt to the embarrassing feeling of having his breast milk suckled. 29 Qianfan's hands were tied to the headboard, his legs spread wide apart, forming a "品" shape. His two snow-white thighs were each suspended in mid-air by silver rings, and his private parts were completely exposed. Meeting two greedy, wolf-like gazes, Qianfan shifted his body uneasily, his skin flushed a beautiful rosy red with shyness, his chest heaving slightly, revealing two tender nipples, full like ripe berries in late autumn. Mingye picked up one of them with his fingers and played with it, then pinched it—"Ahhh..." The sensitive child immediately opened his mouth and cried out, all his muscles tensing instantly. He was in so much pain that he lost his senses, unconsciously raising his chest and arching his body upwards. Hard nails dug into the tiny pores of his nipple— "Ah...uh..." He shook his head slightly, his eyes gradually becoming hazy and unfocused...until Mingye tenderly stopped, placing his palm on his breast and gently caressing it, he calmed down from the previous agitation, his body relaxed, and he lay back on the bed. By this time, he was beginning to feel something, closing his eyes, seemingly enduring yet enjoying, unable to resist being caressed by his lover. "Ah...ah..." The moans followed the rhythm of Mingye's movements , never ceasing for a moment, saliva already dripping from the corners of his mouth... "Don't close your eyes, look..." Mingye commanded. Qianfan opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the breast that Mingye had covered, it had swelled up, filling the child's entire hand, full of sweet milk. The child's hand gradually increased its pressure, a swelling pain filling his chest, almost suffocating him—"No...Your Highness...no..." he screamed, but no one paid any attention . The little hand continued to apply pressure, and finally, with a "sizzle," a few drops of thick liquid spurted from the tip of the nipple, splashing onto the child and herself. Good heavens, he's a man! How could he squeeze out liquid under someone else's manipulation?

Breast milk? Amidst the overwhelming shame, he felt a strange sense of pleasure and satisfaction—this body deserved to be treated

this way . The child's intensely focused gaze filled him with pride and excitement. "Your Highness..."

He gave the child an encouraging look, his legs dangling in mid-air, the silver chains jingling

like clear spring water dripping onto stone.
"So wet, Qianfan, here..." The child's fingers gently traced his clitoris...
"...Mmm..." He clenched his teeth, the tingling pleasure both loving and hating. Beneath his erect penis,

two labia soaked in love fluid yearned to be ravaged. It was wet, soft, fresh, and plump,

honey dripping from the crevices. He cried out in distress, "Quick...Your Highness...I want..."
"Want what?" Mingye teased him mischievously, his fingertips scratching his labia like goose feathers, but

so lightly, creating an itch that reached right to his clitoris. “You’re trembling, Qianfan, why?

Is it… itchy here? Want me to scratch it for you?” he said, his index and ring fingers “pop”

separating , his middle finger digging straight in. Mingye was very satisfied—Qianfan’s reaction was excellent, the flower path tightly

wrapped around his fingers, the inner walls warm and smooth. Mingye’s fingers moved in and out, teasing,

drawing out all the nectar that kept secreting from the flower’s heart, his hand covered in sticky, transparent liquid…
??? Stimulated by the fingers, Qianfan felt even more empty, unbearably itchy inside. “Your Highness… there…

ah… there…” He longed for it, but he couldn’t say it.
"...So sad... Waaah... Help me..." He craved to be violated, craved a thick

, hot penis to penetrate his body...
"Alright, Qianfan, let me help you!" Mingye excitedly pulled down his pants, forcefully thrusting his pride into

Qianfan's warm body, then leading him in rhythmic movements. His legs, suspended in mid-air, swung wildly. This

sexy body accompanied him to the peak of pleasure—"Your Highness Mingye...Your Highness Mingye!!"
Someone shoved him hard from behind, almost causing him to fall off his chair.
Mingye suddenly snapped back to reality, only to see hundreds of eyes in the court staring at him. Behind him, Weichen Wangyue spoke in

a vicious tone in his ear, "What are you daydreaming about during court? The Heavenly Emperor is asking you a question!!"
Shit!
Mingye cursed inwardly. He hated everyone who disturbed his erotic dream! Just when he was enjoying a pleasant moment with Qianfan…

…
??? In the imperial court, the leaders of the three realms were gathered, and the Heavenly Emperor's face still had to be given.
??? Mingye reluctantly stood up from his seat, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "Your Majesty's question, this humble subject has just been

pondering it." Damn it, what kind of bullshit question did the Heavenly Emperor ask? Weichen, why don't you hurry up and use your telepathic ability

to tell me?! He cursed inwardly for a long time, but no one paid any attention

to him. Only then did Mingye realize that he could no longer use his spiritual power. Even if Weichen wanted to tell him through telepathy, he wouldn't be able to receive it. It was truly unbelievable. If he

didn't answer, not only would he anger the Heavenly Emperor, but his loss of spiritual power might also be discovered. Even if that person

was Weichen Wangyue, his former Taifu, he would never reveal a single detail.
??? 30 The Heavenly Emperor, hidden behind the curtain, wisely and calmly surveyed the masses of subjects below. No movement could

escape his eyes. Although Mingye tried his best to conceal it, the Heavenly Emperor had already seen through it. This audacious little fellow dared to

daydream in the imperial court, and it was unclear what good he was thinking. His usually expressionless face now

held a faint, sweet, sly smile, making one want to tease him. Therefore, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor

deliberately called on him to see what he would do.
The heads of state belonging to the Heavenly Realm had to come to see the Heavenly Emperor every morning to discuss court affairs. The leaders were seated

on either side of the main hall. Behind them stood a large contingent of people, all royal relatives, ministers, or bodyguards brought from their respective countries

. Therefore, there were at least a thousand people in the Holy Dynasty's main hall. At this moment, everyone's attention was focused

on the Demon Prince, the youngest among the heads of state. Because the Demon Lord was unwell, his younger brother

had to attend court in his place. Everyone interpreted Prince Mingye's silence as a lack of

support for the Heavenly Emperor's decision. Little did they know, the little demon king had simply been indulging in a moment of daydreaming, having a wet dream,

and a word of the conversation, hence his silence.
In truth, since the demon race's submission, they had always obeyed the heavenly realm's proposals without

question; in other words, the demon race had no right to object. Moreover, Prince Mingye was still a minor, and people never took him seriously

. Although he sat in the court, he was largely a decorative figurehead. But today, he had actually remained silent regarding the Heavenly Emperor's

proposal . This was enough to arouse suspicion among the heads of state, who began whispering among their advisors.
Mingye, unaware of the Heavenly Emperor's words, dared not answer casually. He wouldn't be foolish enough to turn around and ask

those behind him; if Weichen Wangyue had already secretly told him, asking would only expose his

loss of spiritual power. Faced with the intense, probing gazes of the crowd, Mingye was indeed embarrassed for a moment, but fortunately, he was naturally

arrogant and fearless. Looking across the court, there were truly few people he took seriously. Seeing his

silence, the Heavenly Emperor made no further move. The clever little demon king understood that this was the Heavenly Emperor deliberately

making things difficult for him, to see him humiliated. His fair face only blushed slightly before quickly returning to normal.
Seeing that the little fellow below had quickly calmed down, the Heavenly Emperor stepped forward and bowed, speaking neither humbly nor arrogantly

: "This matter is of utmost importance. Please allow me to consider it carefully before replying to Your Majesty."
These words caused an uproar throughout the hall—the demon race had openly challenged the majesty of the Heavenly Realm?!
The Heavenly Emperor leaned against the armrest beside his chair, adjusting to a more comfortable position. "Oh, so,

His Highness Mingye disagrees?" His words were soft and gentle, but a cold wind seemed to sweep through the court, and everyone

fell silent, their gazes nervously shifting between the Heavenly Emperor and the demon prince.
At this moment, someone stepped forward; it was none other than the Fourth Prince of the Shayunluo clan, a renowned war god in the Heavenly Realm. He knelt before

the Heavenly Emperor and said, "Your Majesty, the attack on the Elven race can no longer be delayed. The Elven race is frequently embroiled in internal

strife; if this continues, it will surely harm the survival and reproduction of all living beings. I humbly request Your Majesty's permission to lead troops to quell

the war."
These words undoubtedly relieved Mingye from his predicament. The Heavenly Emperor's cold gaze swept over the kneeling Fourth Prince...

His expression softened instantly, and he gave a soft "humph," thinking to himself: Really,

can't I even bully your little apprentice a little? Do you have to rush out to volunteer for battle and smooth things over for him?
"So, in your opinion, how long will it take to quell the Elven rebellion?" The Heavenly Emperor, unwilling to let the Fourth

Prince leave his side, deliberately asked this question. If the war dragged on too long, he could use the excuse that "the God of War should not

remain away from the Heavenly Realm for too long, as this would be detrimental to the stability of the Heavenly Realm," and then legitimately keep him there.
However, the Fourth Prince carefully considered the matter and replied, "If I lead the troops, it will probably

only take ten days. Your Majesty need not worry." The illustrious God of War was completely focused on military strategy and deployment. The ancient

and mysterious Elven sacred land, in the past a forbidden zone for both humans and gods, was rarely visited and little recorded.

He had long been eager to try.
The Fourth Prince looked up, his gaze fervent as he looked at the all-powerful ruler, hoping he would grant his wish to

bring that mysterious race under his control.
The Heavenly Emperor struggled internally for a moment, unwilling to send him to that dangerous territory, yet knowing he couldn't

refuse his request. He sighed helplessly and waved his hand: "My dear minister, please rise. I grant your request."
The Fourth Prince was secretly pleased, replying with a "thank you" before standing up. He raised his left eyebrow slightly and glanced at Mingye.
Mingye, like a mouse targeted by a cat, felt his hair stand on end. He swallowed hard,

cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Your Majesty, may I take Prince Mingye with me on this expedition?" the Fourth Prince asked the Heavenly Emperor again.
Damn it! Mingye's anger surged: What the hell does your love of war have to do with me? Why do you have to drag

me along
?! If he had a tail, its fur would probably be standing on end by now. Seeing the little demon king's pale

face, daring not to speak his anger, and his large eyes glaring at the Fourth Prince, the Heavenly Emperor's mood surprisingly improved.

He couldn't help but chuckle and say, "Very well, the demon race should also contribute their meager strength. I grant this request. Prince Mingye, you

don't need to overthink it. Just assist the Fourth Prince well, and after quelling the war among the elves and returning in triumph, I will reward you accordingly."
What could Mingye say? He could only grimace and tearfully reply, "Yes, Your Majesty, I obey." In his heart ,

he cursed the Fourth Prince from head to toe: What couldn't they do?
These boring gods only know how to wage war and kill all day long. Their lives are already short

; wouldn't they rather enjoy themselves while they can? Heavens, Mingye lamented inwardly—couldn't they have taken Qianfan along too? Otherwise,

spending ten whole days facing that hateful God of War from the Heavenly Realm would be... unbearable to even think about, sob sob...
??? What Mingye saw as a dreaded and miserable task was, in the eyes of other children his age, a coveted

opportunity . Just think, how dangerous could it be

to go on an expedition with the Fourth Prince? You certainly wouldn't have to venture into the dragon's den or tiger's lair; you'd just have to follow behind as a lackey. Not only could you explore the mysterious elven settlements, but

if you were lucky, you could even witness the God of War's prowess in a fierce battle. And if you returned victorious, the Heavenly Emperor would reward you. How could such

a good thing be given

to that demon brat? A sense of discontent permeated the royal children of the gods. Everyone said that the Fourth Prince was too biased. With a single call, the court erupted in chaos, and several ambitious

children vied to petition the Heavenly Emperor, expressing their willingness to go on the expedition as well. The Heavenly Emperor, exasperated by the commotion, had no choice but to select a few more steady and reliable children from

among the divine race to accompany them.
The morning court session ended at noon, with the heads of state returning to their respective territories. The Fourth Prince left behind

his entourage, who were to march against the elves, intending to discuss the details of the campaign after a short rest.
Mingye secretly slipped out of the main hall to call Qianfan. Good
heavens, ten whole days without seeing him…
As Mingye dialed the number, he pondered whether he could persuade the Fourth Prince to allow him to bring Qianfan along. However,

taking a male concubine to war seemed inappropriate. Perhaps he could lie and say Qianfan was his advisor… Uh, that

didn't seem likely either; Qianfan was too dense, he'd give himself away immediately. Besides, he couldn't bear to send Qianfan to such a dangerous

place. Sigh! Just as he was sighing, a large hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. Lost in thought, Mingye was startled, his hair

standing on end. Anyone capable of approaching him silently was someone he knew without even turning around.
"Oh, on the phone? Who are you calling?" The Fourth Prince's clear voice rang out behind him.
Mingye quickly turned around, taking a few steps back to keep a distance of more than three meters from the Fourth Prince.
Why was this child still so afraid of him? The Fourth Prince's golden eyes dimmed slightly, then he

smiled , "How are your injuries? You look quite well today."
Mingye forced himself to remain calm, quickly adopting a formulaic, polite smile, and replied, "Yes, much better

, thanks to the care of the Fourth Prince and Lady Lanqin." His light tone kept the other man at arm's length

for safety.
"Heh, that's good. This matter has been covered up, and no one has been held responsible. You won't mind, will you?"
The apology and guilt in the Fourth Prince's tone startled Mingye for a moment. He smiled sadly.

Yes, who would stand up for him? He wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but then thought better of it and shook his head. Avoiding

the topic, he asked, "Is it really only necessary to attack the Elven race in ten days?"
The Fourth Prince smiled bitterly, "If I didn't say that, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to go."
Mingye didn't quite understand.
The Fourth Prince freed a hand and ruffled Mingye's silver hair: "Little guy, after the meeting here is over, come

to my palace this afternoon. I have something to show you."
Shayunluo City? There's a very well-equipped fighting arena there called "Tui'an Pavilion," where the Fourth Prince has been

teaching him magic. Every time he goes there, Mingye gets thoroughly beaten up. This time

was no exception, and he listlessly replied, "Yes, I understand."
"Good, see you later."
Watching the Fourth Prince's departing figure, Mingye sighed deeply, feeling like a puppet, forced to move at

the slightest , completely without autonomy. How long would this continue? At this moment,

all he wanted was to hear Qianfan's voice. His fingers flew across his phone, dialing a series of numbers.
Qianfan was being well taken care of in the palace. A small courtyard was enough to keep him busy for half a day.
As Qianfan was diligently tending to a few tulips, the shikigami that Mingye had haphazardly named "Xiao Yi"

suddenly jumped in front of him, holding a ringing phone, as if presenting it as a treasure.
"Is this for me?" he asked, somewhat surprised. Xiao Yi beside him nodded vigorously.
Qianfan straightened up, took off his mud-covered gloves, and answered the phone. "Is this Your Highness?" A gentle

voice transmitted through the network to the other end.
Mingye couldn't help but smile, his exhaustion seemingly vanishing. He paused before speaking, "Yes,

Qianfan, it's me." He avoided the crowd, choosing a quiet corner to sit on the edge of the flowerbed.
Qianfan was concerned about his injuries and asked, "Does your wound still hurt?"
Mingye pressed his hand to his chest, where a warm current seemed to flow. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Qianfan, I..."

He wanted to express that warm feeling, but didn't know what to say.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Qianfan waited and waited before asking, "It's good that you're not in pain. When are you coming back?"
"Probably..." Mingye calculated in his mind, "probably after dusk."
Qianfan said "Oh," and added, "I'll prepare dinner and wait for you to come back so we can eat together?"
"Hehe!" Mingye chuckled to himself. He said "Sure," but in his heart he thought: You'd better get yourself ready and

wait for me to enjoy myself when I get back.
Just as they were chatting animatedly, a palace maid rushed in, informing Mingye that the war meeting was about to begin and urging him

to hurry back to prepare.
Mingye had no choice but to say goodbye to Qianfan over the phone. Still worried, he added, "Qianfan, stay

obediently the palace and wait for me to return. Don't wander around, understand? If you see any strangers, hide as much as possible,

and try not to be seen. No matter who it is or where they want you to go, refuse them completely. I've already instructed Xiao Yi

and Xiao Er to make sure you don't step out of the palace..."
Everything he did was to protect Qianfan and place him in the safest possible location. But Qianfan

felt a pang of pain in his heart. He had misunderstood Mingye's meaning, realizing that in the young prince's eyes, he was merely

a male concubine who couldn't be seen in public. He suppressed his grievances and answered softly, "Yes, Your Highness, I understand. I

won't wander off. But
... Just now, the Demon Lord sent a servant to summon me..."
"What?!" A loud shout came from the other end of the phone. Ming Ye jumped up and cursed, "Don't go!

Don't go anywhere! Damn it! What does he want now?"
The phone slammed shut. Listening to the beeping sound, Qian Fan was lost in thought for a moment before

blankly closing his phone—what happened? Did I say something wrong? How could I have
angered His Highness so much? He anxiously wondered what was going on. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in front of him, and a figure

rushed out from around the corner of the flowerbed, colliding with him. The person was tall and strong. Before Qian Fan

could cry out in pain, he was knocked two meters away and fell to the ground, his phone nowhere to be seen.
"You blind, damned servant, how dare you block my way?"
The man roared, watching Qianfan, dressed as a palace maid, being knocked to the ground, unable to get up.

Still not satisfied, he kicked Qianfan in the chest as she tried to sit up, pinning her back to

the ground. "You new brat? So ignorant of manners, not even knowing to avoid me, the Marquis! You really

need to disciplined!"
This man was the patriarch of the Chenglong family, one of the three great noble families of the Demon Clan. He appeared to be in his thirties, with

a full beard and a vicious look in his eyes. The three great noble families had always supported the royal family, holding high positions and wielding great power. They were in charge of military,

financial, and political affairs, respectively. Unfortunately, since the Demon Clan submitted to the Heavenly Realm, the young prince had heavily relied on a group of

young people not from the three great noble families, causing unprecedented challenges to the nobles' power. Cheng Long was the first to object. He

had just come from the Demon Lord's side, intending to thoroughly report Ming Ye's actions to the Demon Lord, but

the Demon Lord Heng Ye had unequivocally protected his younger brother, leaving him humiliated.
The Demon Lord refused to make any promises to the three major families, his attitude ambiguous. Cheng Long was resentful, thinking, "Just because I'm

an elder of my clan, am I supposed to be bullied by a mere ten-year-old brat?" After bidding farewell to the Demon Lord,

he calculated the time Ming Ye would return to the palace from the Heavenly Realm and came specifically to teach that arrogant

brat a lesson.
However, the servants told him that the young prince was in a meeting in the Heavenly Realm and couldn't return to the palace yet. Having spent half a day running around in

vain, Cheng Long was already furious. Stepping into the small garden, he bumped into an oblivious palace maid, and his pent-up anger immediately

found an outlet.
He glanced at Qianfan's long, jet-black hair and sneered, "So you're a human woman. No wonder you're so reckless."

His critical gaze swept over Qianfan's face. "Hmm, not bad looking. You brat, which

master do you serve?" Although this was the young prince's palace, servants from other palaces would still come to deliver messages and

handle affairs .
Qianfan was pinned under his foot, barely able to breathe. Instinctively, she raised her hand to try and move the foot on her, but it felt as if

it weighed a thousand pounds, as heavy as cast iron, and no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge. The man's face was unfriendly, and a glint of desire

flickered . Qianfan was all too familiar with that greedy look, and her heart sank.
"Speak up! Are you mute? You dare not answer my question? Are you tired of living?" Cheng Long said,

gradually increasing the pressure on his foot.
Tears welled in Qianfan's eyes from the pain. He stammered, "I...I am..." Remembering the young prince's

words earlier, telling him to avoid strangers, Qianfan hesitated, afraid to tell the truth and bring trouble to Mingye.
Demons are known for their strong sexual desires. Seeing his tearful appearance, Chenglong felt an irresistible urge. He thought,

this little beauty doesn't dare reveal his master's name, so he can't be anyone important. Besides, within the demon race,

who dares to defy the three noble families? Hmph, little beauty, you offered yourself up.
Looking around and finding no one else, Chenglong became even more unrestrained. He looked at Qianfan's slightly swollen breasts,

shifted his foot, and forcefully stomped on one of his round breasts.
"Ah...no..."
The breast still contained a lot of milk, and the heavy stomping made it feel like it was about to burst. Qianfan begged for mercy: "It was this servant who accidentally

offended the Marquis. Please, Marquis, be merciful and let me go."
Cheng Long snorted coldly, lightening his pace considerably, but still refusing to leave Qian Fan's chest. He instead moved his foot

back and forth, the hard soles of his shoes, covered with uneven anti-slip patterns, constantly scraping

and cutting at Qian Fan's delicate chest through her thin clothing. Fortunately, she was wearing a bra, otherwise her tender skin would probably have been ravaged and bled long ago.

"Don't do this...please..." Under such teasing, her breasts swelled even more. Qian Fan hated her own

constitution, yet was powerless to do anything about it, calling out in her heart, "Your Highness...Your Highness...
Save me...Save me..." Helpless tears slid down her cheeks.
Unfortunately, the demon elder had no compassion whatsoever, like a cold-blooded wolf. The more humble and pitiful his prey,

the more excited he became. Cheng Long's body was filled with savagery. Looking at the sobbing beauty at his feet, his heart

raced , his blood rushed, and his eyes shot out a terrifyingly fierce light. He thought: These lowly humans, like ants, have always

been the demons' food and playthings.
It's a pity that after submitting to the Heavenly Realm, that good-for-nothing Mingye actually issued a decree strictly forbidding demons from harming

humans. Hmph! What a joke, a disgrace to the demons! Today, I'll play with this

human and see what he can do to me! He made up his mind, then suddenly increased the pressure of his foot, stomping
hard on Qianfan's breast as if extinguishing a cigarette butt . "Ahhh...no!! It hurts..." Qianfan cried out in pain, cold sweat pouring down her forehead. "Haha, go ahead and scream! Let's see who comes to save you today!" Chenglong grabbed him from the ground, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and strode towards the nearby pavilion. Reaching the middle of the pavilion, he casually tossed the frail body onto the white jade table. "No! My lord, please! No..." Qianfan desperately pushed away the person on top of him, but his resistance was futile. Chenglong's strong arms easily pinned him down. "Damn humans, you were born to be slaves of the demon race. Obediently accept your fate, and I, this lord, will make your death more comfortable." Chenglong said, beginning to grope Qianfan. One hand kneaded his chest, the other reached for his private parts... "This is..." Chenglong was stunned; the sensation between the woman's legs was strange. "You..." He roughly grabbed Qianfan's chin, scrutinizing his face. Delicate features, alluring yet with a hint of masculine strength. His hand then gripped Qianfan's throat; though not obvious, there was indeed a small bump there . "Heh, look what treasure I've found?" To further confirm, he ripped open Qianfan's lower garment. No! He didn't want his shameful secret exposed to this wicked man! Qianfan instinctively tried to cover his genitals with his hands. But how could he possibly contend with Chenglong's strength? Powerless, he could only watch helplessly as his legs were forcibly spread apart and pulled to the sides. The man knelt between his legs, his lewd gaze and fingers probing the secret beneath the purple lace panties . "Oh, these panties are high-end, did your master pick them out for you? Looks like your master loves you very much." Chenglong leered, pulling down the sexy and alluring women's panties. "Oh, look! Look at this!" Qianfan felt a chill run down his genitals, knowing he was now completely naked, knowing the truth had finally been discovered. "Your Highness, what should I do? Your Highness... " The man grasped his genitals with one hand, and with the other, he inserted two fingers into the tight, delicate vagina , gently probing. "Ahhh..." After just a few thrusts, Qianfan realized this man was a master of seduction. His body began to react uncontrollably. Her vagina was itchy from ; the man's thick fingers teased her skillfully, scraping the inner walls and arousing her lust. She involuntarily tightened her grip, eagerly absorbing and releasing. Her flower secreted copious amounts of slippery nectar, anticipating his intrusion . "Don't do it anymore, please, um... ah... no... " "Really no?" Cheng Long grinned maliciously. The delicate body beneath her was as limp as a willow in spring, hanging helplessly on the white jade table, her head tilted back, her lips slightly parted, her breath sweet as orchids. Cheng Long freed one hand and cupped one of Qianfan's soft breasts. "Uh..." Qianfan twisted his body , whether in refusal or pleasure, his mouth uttering soft moans as he murmured, "No...don't ..." "Why lie? You are a descendant of a human and a demon, your sexual desire is far stronger than that of a pure-blooded demon. This wanton body is born to be used. It's your good fortune that I've encountered you today; let me satisfy you properly." Chenglong repeatedly kneaded Qianfan's breasts, making his sensitive chest rise high like a woman's, filled with abundant sweet juice. Seeing that it was about time, Chenglong slipped his hand inside Qianfan's clothes, unhooked his bra, and grasped one of his tender white breasts, pinching and pressing the erect nipple without any mercy. "Uh...ah..." Qianfan's body opened wide from his ministrations, honeyed juices flowing continuously from between his thighs, soaking his calves. His phoenix eyes, already glazed with a hazy, tearful light, stared blankly at the person on top of him . His heavy breathing caused his full chest to rise and fall, incredibly alluring. Seeing this, Cheng Long knew that with his superior skills, this wanton beauty was completely aroused . He tore open Qian Fan's top, ripping off her bra along with it, revealing two erect, bright red nipples adorned with golden rings. Cheng Long's lust surged. He withdrew his fingers, which were covered in her fluids and buried inside , and smeared the clear, sour nectar on her nipples. "These golden rings are truly a fine ornament. Did your master put them on you too?" Cheng Long said, reaching to remove the rings. Suddenly, his expression tightened, his gaze fixed on the patterns on the golden rings. Engraved on them were none other than the mark of the Demon Realm's royal family. Cheng Long's expression suddenly changed drastically. "Who gave you this?!" Before Qian Fan could answer, a sharp, icy gust of wind suddenly swept in. Cheng Long hurriedly retreated, narrowly avoiding it . He steadied himself and saw two exquisitely beautiful children standing before him. One, dressed in blue, held a sword and stood between him and the person at the stone table, his body radiating a palpable killing intent, yet he bowed to him with a peaceful expression. The other child, dressed in blue, nimbly leaped onto the table, unfolded his robe, and draped it over his shoulders...

On the nearly naked jade body, he carefully helped the person up, his face full of worry, staring

intently at the person, but unable to utter a single word.
"A shikigami? That kid's?" The two boys exuded the aura of Mingye. Cheng Long

tentatively a step forward. The boy in green immediately pointed his sword, his gaze chilling, his aura fierce, making Cheng Long dare not

cross the line. Looking past him, he saw the boy in blue carefully comforting the frightened person, gently stroking

his face, softly smoothing his long hair, and helping him down from the table—a dutiful nanny, his movements skillful and professional

.
"Who exactly are you to him? Such a high-level shikigami, and he actually sent two to protect you? It seems that

kid cherishes you quite a bit." Cheng Long already had a guess about the man's identity. He narrowed his eyes

and scrutinized the person before him. A slender figure, gentle and clear features—such beauty was not uncommon in the Demon Palace

. But what was most captivating was the gentleness in the man's eyes and his pure, untainted

aura, making him impossible to ignore. Those with upright hearts would fight to protect him, while those with wicked intentions would corrupt

him.
"Young Prince dares to openly keep you in his palace! Humph, utterly outrageous! Does the Demon Lord

also allow him to act so recklessly?"
Qianfan's mood hadn't recovered, but upon hearing him mention the Demon Lord, she was completely shaken. He asked timidly,

"What...do you mean?"
Cheng Long sneered, "Don't you know that three years ago, that child had

a scandal with the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son? Rumors circulated that the two children had homosexual tendencies. That scandalous affair not only shamed the Heavenly Family but also

made the Demon Clan a laughingstock. The Heavenly Emperor was furious and punished his own son with divine retribution to silence

the gossip. The young prince was also disgraced and lost the trust of his clan. Having suffered such a lesson,

that child still doesn't know how to be chaste and even brought you to the palace. Heh, he's truly audacious."
Qian Fan listened, trembling with fear. "Young prince...young prince he..." No wonder the Demon Lord summoned him to an

audience today. From an elder brother's perspective, the Demon Lord naturally didn't want his younger brother to go astray. How did the Demon Lord intend to

deal with him? Would he banish him?
"Hmph..." Cheng Long chuckled softly a few more times, pacing back and forth, his cruel eyes occasionally glancing at

Qian Fan, seemingly plotting something. The two boys stood guard, tense and protective, preventing Cheng Long from

getting close to .
"That boy really likes you."
Qian Fan's heart skipped a beat, his handsome face flushing crimson.
"Heh, you've fallen for him too?" Seeing Qian Fan's shy expression, Cheng Long saw right through him, his

smile becoming even more cruel. He had thought of a very amusing game. "Do you know? If the clan finds out about the young

prince 's shameful sexual orientation, he can no longer stand in the royal family. The world won't tolerate him, and neither will the Heavenly Emperor.

Think about it, what will his fate be?"
Qian Fan was stunned, his heart sinking, and he immediately understood: "No! You can't!"
"Heh, I can keep quiet, but do you know what to do?" Cheng Long glanced at the two

boys before him. "His shikigami, though powerful, are ultimately just spells. Even if they can

act according to their master's instructions, they lack human intelligence..."
Cheng Long grinned wickedly. "What's your name?"
Qian Fan reluctantly replied, "I... am Qian Fan."
"Very good, Qian Fan. I didn't have enough fun today; these two troublesome shikigami ruined my mood.

Tomorrow, while the young prince is at the Heavenly Court, find a way to get rid of these two shikigami and come to this pavilion to see me.

We'll finish what we were doing today! Heh, you understand what I mean, right?" His lewd eyes

revealed his shameless intentions.
Qian Fan clutched his clothes in fear, his narrow phoenix eyes staring incredulously at the rogue before him. He

shook his head , "No... I... don't want to..."
"Hmph, whether you come or not is up to you. I can't guarantee the child's reputation; you'll have to deal with it yourself."

Cheng Long turned and left. He had long been annoyed by Mingye's arrogance, and this time, he finally

found a way to humiliate him. Hmph, the more that brat liked this person, the more he wanted to play with him. He wondered

what kind of expression that brat would show when he found out; he was truly looking forward to it…
The war council for the attack on the Elven race had begun, and all the participating martial gods had taken their seats. The Fourth Prince searched

the entire hall but couldn't find his little apprentice. Just as he was wondering, a palace maid came to report, "His Highness Mingye

said he was unwell and had returned to Shuntian City."
The Fourth Prince frowned. He doubted the truth of the matter and couldn't help but worry about his little apprentice's health. Seeing that everyone else

had arrived, he couldn't delay everyone's time for Mingye's sake, so he had to put the matter aside and announce the official start

of the meeting .
Meanwhile, Mingye, upon suddenly hearing that his brother wanted to see Qianfan, knew without a doubt that it couldn't be anything good. Unfortunately, the Resurrection

Spell had exhausted all his spiritual energy, preventing him from using "Instant Teleportation" to travel between the Heavenly Realm and Shuntian City.

In desperation, Mingye had to find a palace maid, fabricate a reason, and appease the Fourth Prince. At the same time, he ordered the aerial fortress to set sail

immediately , heading back to Shuntian City.
Back in the Demon Palace, Mingye naturally wanted to settle accounts with his older brother. Arriving at the council hall, he didn't allow any servants to announce his arrival and

barged in. Demon Lord Hengye was discussing state affairs with a group of ministers. Seeing his younger brother enter with a sullen face, he

roughly guessed what his brother wanted. A hint of anger flashed across his face, but he secretly chuckled to himself: This child! He really

can't hold his temper; he's so easily fooled.
Upon seeing the young prince, the ministers immediately stopped their conversation and bowed to him.
Mingye impatiently waved his hand, "You may leave."
The ministers dared not move and looked up to consult the Demon Lord.
Hengye merely smiled and said, "Those here are all high-ranking elders. Is there anything that can't be said in front of

them ?"
Mingye's arrival clearly intended to interrogate him, a fact his brother surely understood. Yet, the Demon Lord insisted

everyone stay. Mingye sneered inwardly. Did his brother assume he would prioritize the royal family's reputation and wouldn't dare

escalate the matter in front of his subjects? Hmph, he was sorely mistaken. Mingye made no attempt to conceal his intentions and immediately asked, "Why..."

"Why do you want to see Qianfan?"
The Demon Lord's thin lips were tightly pressed together, his imposing presence radiating authority. His gaze swept across the room, noticing the ministers

exchanging suspicious glances.
"Mingye," he began slowly, "you brought someone back from outside the palace without even

investigating their background. What if..."
"Investigate what?!" Mingye immediately interrupted, "I know my own people well. It's not your place to investigate

!"
"Bang!"
The Demon Lord slammed his fist heavily on the imperial desk. "Insolence! You're not a child anymore. You should know

the consequences of your actions!" The Demon Lord was furious, publicly berating his brother in front of all the ministers. "Your

actions have not only damaged your own reputation but also the honor of the entire clan.

Wasn't the farce from three years ago enough? Do you want history to repeat itself before you're satisfied?" Upon hearing this,

the atmosphere immediately became heavy. Everyone held their breath, silent as if trembling with fear. No one could forget

the taboo "past" three years ago between Prince Mingye and the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son, Shen Tiankui. It was said that Shen Tiankui had been punished by the Heavenly Emperor

and had not yet awakened...
??? Kui...
??? Mingye felt a sharp pain in his heart, and a salty, metallic liquid rushed to his throat. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, swallowing the mouthful of

blood. The arrow wound in his chest, aggravated by the surge of blood, made his face turn pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead
. The Demon Lord knew that the person still slumbering in the Heavenly Palace was his younger brother's fatal weakness. He chose this moment

not to humiliate Mingye, but to force him into submission, forcing him to be cruel. Looking at

his younger brother standing at the foot of the steps, his proud eyes filled with unfathomable sorrow and self-reproach, Hengye felt a pang of pain. But he composed

himself, speaking to his brother in a stern and unyielding tone: "The mortal you brought back from outside the palace, the Demon Clan

cannot tolerate him. To be frank, I originally intended to send him away while you were away, ensuring he

would never set foot in the Demon Palace again."
Mingye shook his head. "Impossible. No matter where you send him, I will find him."
Heh! Hengye actually chuckled softly, resting his chin on his hand on the imperial desk. "My dear younger brother

..." His voice was gentle, but every word was like a poisoned sword.
"Since that's the case, then I'll have no choice but to kill him, cut off pieces of his flesh, and bury them in

various parts of the palace grounds. " "It will take you a lot of effort to find him."
"You dare!" Mingye glared at his brother. Hengye
narrowed his eyes and smiled cruelly, "For the future of the Demon Clan, there's nothing I wouldn't dare to do! You'd

better remember that."
Mingye stood there, speechless for a long time. The whispers of the officials in the court constantly reminded him that

there were other people present, and he absolutely couldn't cause trouble. After staring at his brother for a long time, he finally gave in, bowing and

kneeling before the Demon Lord: "Your subject knows his mistake, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

He never wanted to experience that feeling of desperately wanting to protect someone but being powerless again. With his head lowered, he pleaded, "Please, Your Majesty, show mercy

and don't harm Qianfan."
The Demon Lord's voice rang out: "Save his life, I will! But you must promise me one thing."
Mingye had a bad feeling, "Your Majesty, please grant my request." "
???" Before hundreds of officials in the court, the Demon Lord solemnly announced, "Next month you will turn fifteen.

After your coming-of-age ceremony, I intend to arrange a marriage between you and a woman from the royal family." His words immediately

caused , with officials in an uproar. But the Demon Lord didn't give them time to adjust, continuing, "The choice for the Queen

Consort has been decided: it is Miss Liujia, the daughter of the Imperial Uncle, Lord Yilu. Mingye, do you have any objections to this arrangement?"
Hearing this, Mingye fully realized he had fallen into a trap. The person sitting on the throne

had used his weakness to achieve his goal of "bestowing a marriage," and now, in front of everyone in the court,

no matter how clever or cunning he was, he couldn't find a reasonable reason to refuse. Mingye coldly glanced at the Demon Lord and helplessly

replied , "No objections. Please, Your Majesty, make the decision." He cursed himself inwardly: "Idiot! Who told you to create a weakness for yourself?

Serves you right!
" Mingye understood that the Demon Lord's true intention in bestowing this marriage upon him was to consolidate the power of the three noble families and

quell the elders' growing discontent, ensuring their continued support for the royal family's policies. This deliberately arranged

marriage held no joy for him. Amidst the congratulations, Mingye expressionlessly withdrew from the council hall.
Outside the main hall, the once clear sky was now clouded by a thick layer of clouds, and a light

drizzle . Attendants busied themselves fetching umbrellas from a side hall. Mingye stood in the corridor waiting, and during a lull, he took out his phone

and called Qianfan again, wanting to tell him he could return soon. But the phone rang and rang,

and no one answered. Sensing something was wrong, Mingye, eager to return home, couldn't wait for the servants to bring

umbrellas and rushed out into the rain
. In the inner palace, two young servants were helping Qianfan bathe and cleanse himself.
Qianfan was preoccupied with his thoughts. Only after the servants dried him and dressed him did he suddenly remember that

he had left his phone in a corner of the garden. He immediately grabbed the two servants, and with umbrellas in hand,

they . The raindrops pattered on the umbrellas, creating a continuous patter that masked the phone's ringtone, making the search

even more difficult.
The rain intensified, and darkness fell, obscuring the surroundings. Mingye rushed

forward , his mind preoccupied with Qianfan's safety. His silver-white figure flashed like lightning, sweeping across the palace walls.

The rain stung his skin like needles as he ran, and the splashed water stained his

pristine white palace robes. The arrow wound in his chest reopened from his vigorous movements… but he ignored it all,

wanting only to return to that person's side and see that person's gentle, flawless smile
… "Qian...Qianfan..." He was almost out of breath from running, finally returning to the garden of his palace. But...

what were these three doing? Weeding in the rain with umbrellas? Mingye, panting, stared blankly at

the large and two small figures darting in and out of the grass. "What...what are you doing?"
Qianfan heard his voice and turned sharply, only to see the child standing alone not far away, soaked to the bone.

Soaked to the bone. His palace robes were a tangled mess, wrinkled like a pile of pickled vegetables. Hairpins flew from his head,

and strands of hair lay disheveled on his delicate face, water dripping constantly. Dark red

stains seeped from the front of his robe. Qianfan was startled and scolded him with concern, "Why did you get yourself into such

a sorry state again?" He quickly walked to Mingye, shielding him from the rain with his umbrella and wiping his face with his sleeve.
Mingye was relieved to see Qianfan standing unharmed before him. "Why didn't you answer my calls?"
Qianfan hesitated, stammering, "I...I accidentally...lost my phone in the garden..."
Mingye didn't know whether to be angry or amused, "Silly Qianfan! You really scared me to death! You..."

Suddenly, everything went black, and he collapsed
. Qianfan gasped, quickly throwing away the umbrella and catching his limp body. He touched Qianfan's forehead; it was frighteningly hot.

"Your Highness, you have a high fever! Someone, quickly summon the imperial physician...
" His mouth was covered by Mingye's hand. The child in his arms weakly opened his mouth: "Don't call anyone

, I don't want to see anyone, help me back to bed... I'll feel better after lying down..." He then struggled to

stand up .
"Can you walk like this? Come, I'll carry you back." Qianfan squatted down, letting Mingye climb onto his back. It
was a little embarrassing for him to still need to be carried at his age. Mingye's pale face involuntarily

revealed a sweet smile, his arms tightly encircling Qianfan's neck as he obediently climbed on.
Qianfan carried him, sighing again in his heart: This child is so thin, almost skin and bones. He must urge him to eat and sleep properly

from now on , to grow stronger.
Mingye buried his face in his neck, inhaling his sweet scent, savoring the long-lost tranquility.

In his drowsy state, he softly called out, "Brother..." The words left his lips, and he jolted awake.

Qianfan pretended not to hear, not daring to turn around; that proud child wouldn't allow anyone to see his vulnerability.

So he didn't know that the boy behind him was biting his lip tightly, trying to suppress a sob, but

tears mingled with the rain, streaming down his small face.
His brother... was gone...

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