[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - 19-21

The baby in Chapter 154 of "The Legend of the Heavenly Soul"

really liked the little dragon and just played with it, no longer bothering the adults. Qianfan watched them for a while, feeling relieved, and then went to the bath to serve Mingye.

Entering the bathhouse, he saw the child standing naked in the water, lost in thought, completely oblivious to his own presence. He hadn't even noticed Qianfan enter, and occasionally, he could be heard sniffling softly.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Qianfan knelt by the edge of the pool, reaching out to pull the child closer.

Mingye quickly splashed water on his face, turning to look at Qianfan. His eyes were red; he rubbed them before saying, "The shampoo got into my eyes, it stings so much."

The lie wasn't very convincing; Qianfan touched his hair, which was still dry. He could tell that the young prince had been in a bad mood these past few days, as if burdened with worries. He had heard from Chief Chenglong that the young prince had encountered great setbacks in court affairs, perhaps due to the loss of power, which had left him disheartened. The prince, who used to be so busy with

affairs of state that he barely had time to eat or sleep, now spent his days idly in his palace, with nothing to do; no wonder he was so bored. Qianfan knew nothing of court affairs and didn't know how to comfort him, let alone offer any substantial advice. After thinking for a long time, he could only resort to general principles: "Young prince, don't worry, you're still so young, you have a long future ahead of you, don't worry about not having opportunities..." The child in the pond stared wide-eyed, looking at him with a completely bewildered expression. Qianfan was annoyed at his own stupidity, unable to say anything kind or help him, and even more afraid that he might accidentally say something he shouldn't, causing him unnecessary worry: "I...I didn't mean anything by it, it's just..."

Mingye quickly took his hand, carefully comforting him, "I understand what you mean, you don't need to worry." He was afraid that Qianfan's emotional outburst would aggravate his heart condition. Mingye wasn't concerned with politics at all, so when he suddenly heard Qianfan mention something, he had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. “Silly boy,” he kissed Qianfan’s hand gently, “Now I’m free and can be by your side every day. I’m so happy.”

“You’ve always seemed so preoccupied. I thought…”

“I’m sorry for making you worry.” Mingye smiled and scolded him, “Didn’t I tell you to rest in bed? Why did you come back? You didn’t even put on more clothes. Look, your hands are so cold!”

“I’m not cold.” Qianfan pulled his hand away and poured some shampoo. “Come here, let me wash your hair.” He lathered the shampoo in his palms and then applied it to Mingye’s head, rubbing his shoulder-length silver hair as he complained, “Such beautiful hair, why did you cut it short? What a pity.” The little

devil lowered his head and whispered, “You weren’t here then, and no one was there to wash my hair. I cut it because it was too much trouble.” At one point, he thought he would never see Qianfan again and was so sad that he had suicidal thoughts. Unfortunately, he was tied up with official duties and didn’t even have the right to die. Now, he had let go of everything. If he were to lose Qianfan again, that sword strike wouldn't just sever her hair; this time, he would sever his own head without hesitation. "Qianfan, will you wash my hair for me from now on? From now on... wash it for me."

He stood there, heartbroken, while Qianfan, oblivious to his own clumsiness, was infuriating. He grabbed the showerhead, poured water on Mingye's head, and asked, spoiling the mood, "Aren't there many servants in the palace? Why isn't anyone washing your hair?" Qianfan genuinely cared for his silver hair and kept nagging, "Don't blame others if you're lazy! Washing hair is such a simple thing, anyone can do it! Don't make excuses... Wow!"

A splash of water erupted as Mingye pulled him into the water, his arms wrapped around his waist. The little devil had grown taller; his head could now reach Qianfan's chin. Now, he could easily kiss Qianfan's lips with a simple tilt of his head... From

now on... but only for three months... only three months!

“Qianfan…” Hardening his heart, Mingye whispered in his ear, “We shouldn’t keep the baby in your belly.”

Qianfan was shocked and looked down at him, “Why?” His face turned pale. “Could it be… that the imperial physician has already determined that this child… is not the young prince?” Those unbearable experiences resurfaced in his mind. He remembered how he had been raped by many men, his body was unclean, and he was pregnant with another man’s child. He felt ashamed and sad, and tears welled up in his eyes and dripped into the pool. He bit his lip, turned his face away, and choked out, "Since it's not His Highness's child, then we shouldn't have it..."

Mingye

, unwilling to see him so heartbroken, hurriedly said, "No, no, Qianfan, don't overthink it, it's not like that..." But he dared not say outright that it was indeed his child, fearing Qianfan wouldn't want to let go. His thoughts raced, but he couldn't find the right words. Just then, the sound of a baby's giggles came from outside, and Mingye said, "I... I just thought that we already have one baby. If we have another, we might not be able to manage. Besides... your health isn't good, and the baby in your belly is in a dangerous situation. It's better to recover first. Like you said, we have a long life ahead of us, plenty of opportunities to have another one."

Qianfan stroked his belly, looking at Mingye with a wistful gaze. The moment he showed that look, Mingye knew he was about to give in. To everyone's surprise, Qianfan obediently nodded: "Your Highness, if you don't like this child, then don't have it." He pushed Mingye away, wading through the pool water towards the steps by the pool: "Someone like me is not qualified to bear Your Highness's child, I understand..."

"What do you understand? You don't understand anything at all! Fool!" Mingye hugged him tightly from behind, not letting him leave. "When did I say I didn't like this child? When did I despise you?"

Qianfan struggled uneasily, but Mingye dared not use force, and he easily broke free. Qianfan turned to face him, crying heartbrokenly: "This body is dirty, don't touch it." Several days had passed, and the marks of other men still remained on his body, bluish-purple, not yet faded. Now his clothes were soaked through, no longer able to cover those dirty marks, even he himself couldn't bear to look at them. He hugged his body, desperately backing away, wanting only to escape the child's sight as soon as possible. "I know I'm dirty, I know...that's why you don't want to touch me, Your Highness...it's been so many days, and you haven't touched me at all..."

Mingye truly had no way to complain. Heaven knows how much self-control he used every night to restrain himself from possessing and cherishing his beloved, just for fear of accidentally hurting him even a little bit. "Qianfan isn't dirty at all!" He rushed over to pull him up.

Qianfan hurriedly stepped back, and before he knew it, his foot slipped, and he sank into the water with a "splash." Mingye quickly went over and pulled him out of the water. Qianfan had choked on bathwater and was coughing violently. His head and face were covered in water droplets, and his hair was stuck to his face, making him look very disheveled. Mingye patted his back, remembering what the imperial physician had once warned him: pregnant women become sensitive and suspicious, their emotions fluctuate greatly, and they lack a sense of security...Mingye finally witnessed it today.

He lifted Qianfan to sit on the steps, the pool water only reaching below his chest, so the water pressure wouldn't put pressure on his heart, and the warm water wouldn't make him catch a cold. After he finished coughing and caught his breath, Mingye took off the golden ring from his neck and slipped it onto Qianfan's finger again. "Qianfan is the person I love most, the person I love most. I don't want anyone else but Qianfan." After putting on the ring, he added, "This time you're not allowed to take it off again."

Qianfan's gaze was sharper than ever, and upon seeing that the little prince's finger was bare, he pouted and remained silent. Mingye followed his gaze and also saw the problem: "Ah, my ring was stolen. I know where it is. I'll go get it back in a couple of days."

"Little Prince..." Qianfan suddenly called out softly, his phoenix eyes shimmering with tears, looking at Mingye shyly and timidly, his willow eyebrows slightly furrowed, seemingly innocent yet extremely charming. His thin, red lips were slightly parted, exhaling a fragrant, warm breath. Water droplets slid down his straight nose, reaching his lips, where he actually extended his tongue and licked them.

Mingye almost succumbed to his animalistic desires, desperately suppressing his surging passion, his tongue practically tied in knots: "Qianqian, Qianfan, you...you...you're not well yet, no...you can't..." Now it was his turn to escape. Qianfan's legs, however, wrapped around his waist in time, tightening slightly, and Mingye's lower body bumped against Qianfan's open private parts.

"Ah..." They both cried out simultaneously, their desire equally overwhelming.

In front of his lover, Qianfan's potent aphrodisiac, "Forgetfulness," reached its peak. Every part of his body itched unbearably, as if ants were gnawing at him. His passion surged, and he couldn't help but moan, yearning for the boy's caresses. Even with a verbal promise, even with the ring of unwavering devotion on his ring finger, he was still uneasy. This unease needed the boy's actions to soothe it.

"Your Highness, touch me! Touch me... Waaah..."

The delicate body in his arms writhed, her full, white breasts swaying before him. Qianfan's private parts were warmer than the pool water. Looking down into the water, his white underwear was already transparent, the plump, alluring flesh below squeezing the underwear until it bulged. Mingye couldn't help but reach out and press there. "Ah..." Qianfan gasped, his waist too weak to straighten. He lay on his back on the steps, his wet clothes clinging to his body. A pair of pretty, perky breasts, topped with two rosy blushes, floated in the water, rising and falling with his breath, appearing and disappearing... Mingye

's mind went blank, and he didn't care about anything else. He opened his mouth and, through the clothes, sucked fiercely on one of Qianfan's breasts... The breasts, full of milk due to pregnancy, were really soft. Mingye almost buried his entire face in those soft orbs. The pink nipples were already erect in his mouth. Because of the clothes, the milk didn't flow smoothly. He sucked hard, but could only get a little bit. After a while, Mingye noticed something was wrong—Qianfan's moans were gradually weakening, and the hands holding him had slipped into the water at some point. He was startled and looked up abruptly… The person there was breathing very weakly, his mouth slightly open, struggling to breathe. “Qianfan!” Mingye cried out, pressing his ear to Qianfan’s chest to listen carefully; the heartbeat was so weak it was almost inaudible. “…Hmm…” Qianfan straightened up, finally managing to focus his unfocused gaze on Mingye, and asked, one word at a time, “Why…did you stop? Your Highness, you…don’t you like it?” He raised his hand, wanting to touch Mingye’s face, but his hand remained suspended in the air, powerless. Mingye held his hand tightly against his cheek: “Fool, with a body like yours, how can I…” “Don’t leave me, Your Highness…” Before he could finish, Qianfan shook his head in fear, tears streaming down his face, pleading urgently: “…I, I know my body isn’t clean. But…I had no choice, they…there are so many…I wasn’t strong enough, that’s why they…” Mingye suddenly kissed his lips, his heart aching beyond measure. He hated himself for his carelessness that had caused Qianfan such terrible harm, and he also hated this clueless boy for not being able to see the deep affection he poured into him, for misinterpreting his careful protection as disgust for his body? Did he have to possess him while he was injured to prove his love? "You're driving me crazy!" Mingye scooped him up in his arms, rushed back to the bedroom, placed him on the bed, found the pills the imperial physician had given him, poured out one, and carefully lifted Qianfan by the back of his neck to feed him the medicine: "Be good, open your mouth, take the medicine." Qianfan turned his head away, refusing to take it, closing his eyes but tears still streaming down his face. He thought despondently, if the little prince didn't want him anymore, what was the point of living? He might as well die. Mingye sat naked on the edge of the bed, helpless against this stubborn boy. He had his own difficulties. How could a teenage boy constantly talk about love and affection? Others might not find it cheesy, but even he himself would get goosebumps. Yet, his reserved nature seemed to make Qianfan feel deeply uneasy. "What else can I do for you to understand, Qianfan? I want you, for all eternity..." Qianfan slightly opened his eyes and saw the boy reach out to his cheek, catching each tear that fell. "Your Highness?" Several tears gathered in his palm, and under Qianfan's astonished gaze, Mingye put the glistening tears to his mouth, tilted his head back, and swallowed them, then murmured a series of incantations. With each incantation, his face grew paler, and his brows furrowed more deeply. As the pain intensified, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the bed, curled up in pain. Qianfan was terrified. Ignoring his own weakness, he forced himself to sit up and help him. "Your Highness! What's wrong? Where does it hurt? I'll call someone..." Mingye shook his head at him, forcing a reassuring smile. "It's nothing, don't worry, this pain is nothing, it'll be fine in a little while..." Although his body ached as if it were being torn in two, he gritted his teeth and insisted on finishing all the incantations. Then, his entire body emitted a strange blue light, which gradually gathered at a point and slowly rose from his chest. Mingye opened his mouth and spat out a sparkling, sea-blue crystal, about the size of a longan seed, with clear liquid inside. He took off an earring from his ear, twisted off the bead, replaced it with the blue crystal, then held Qianfan's head, pulled him closer, and pinned the ornament to one of his earlobes. Qianfan touched the warm crystal on his ear: "What is this?" "It's a talisman. It contains Qianfan's tears. It will recognize you as its master and always follow you, protecting you. No one can get close to you unless you want to. Of course, except for me." Mingye's face showed an unprecedented weakness and exhaustion. He tilted his head and lay down on the bed, but smiled as he pulled Qianfan into his arms. "Actually, good days don't need to be long. As long as we are happy, even if they are short, it's not a wasted life." He wouldn't allow anyone to disturb them for these last three months. He wanted to spend the most beautiful time of his life with Qianfan in peace. At this moment, Qianfan only knew that the earrings the little prince had given him were very beautiful. It would be a long time before he realized that this precious blue crystal not only represented the boy's sincere heart for him, but was also a world-shaking treasure that could save the world. Unfortunately, by then, the boy who had loved him with his life would no longer be able to be with him. "Here, take your medicine first." Mingye handed him the pills. Seeing his weary face, Qianfan dared not disobey and obediently swallowed the medicine. Mingye's hand rested on his left breast. Qianfan thought the child was aroused again, so he opened his chest to let him touch it. But the child's behavior was very proper; he only gently massaged his heart. After a while, he finally felt his heart beating regularly and steadily again, and Mingye breathed a sigh of relief. "Qianfan, I need to sleep for a little while, just a little while, I'll be fine soon. Don't go away, stay here with me, okay?" His voice grew weaker and weaker, and before he could hear Qianfan's reply, he had already fallen into a deep sleep. Because he was sleeping next to his beloved, even though his body was in pain, a faint, sweet smile still appeared on the child's lips. Qianfan found clean pajamas, helped the child change into them, and used a heater to dry his wet hair. The usually alert child, surrounded by his gentle presence, slept soundly and sweetly. After drying him off, Qianfan tidied herself up, changing her soaking wet clothes and gently drying her long, waist-length hair. Looking outside, it was only afternoon, just the beginning of winter, and the air was already chilly. Remembering that the child's body temperature was low, Qianfan held him in her arms, gently embracing him, and admiring his handsome sleeping face with relish. He'll be even more beautiful when he grows up! Qianfan thought happily. She was the only one who had seen what he looked like when he grew up. The only one! Like secretly keeping a treasure unknown to anyone, a mysterious and sweet joy enveloped her heart. If the baby in her womb were the little prince's and her child, how wonderful that would be! Thinking this, her eyes couldn't help but well up with tears again.

Mingye, who rarely slept, woke up to find the last rays of the setting sun still lingering below the horizon. The emptiness beside him jolted him awake—Qianfan wasn't there?! At that moment, he was terrified, so terrified he wanted to burst into tears. He feared that finding Qianfan was nothing but a beautiful dream, and when he awoke, he would be alone again, living in the noisy, empty reality, so lonely, so cold…

His eyes searched everywhere, and thankfully, he quickly found a familiar figure beside the crib.

Qianfan picked up the baby, his back to the bed, unaware that the little prince was already awake. The baby had played with Wulong all afternoon and was now hungry, babbling incessantly. Afraid of waking the little prince, Qianfan hurried over and gently coaxed, "Baby, be good, don't fuss. The little prince finally fell asleep. Let him sleep peacefully, don't disturb him, okay?"

The baby was deliberately trying to compete with Mingye for his favor; he didn't want him to be noisy? Fine. He lay on top of Qianfan, searching for the fragrant source of milk, his big head nuzzling against Qianfan's chest, drooling all over him. Qianfan rummaged around on the crib for a while, forgetting where he had put the bottle. Afraid that if he kept looking, the baby in his arms would cry from hunger, he took one side of his shirt off his shoulder, letting the baby's little mouth find his erect nipple.

"Qianfan!"

A sudden angry shout came from behind, startling him into turning around in a panic. The little prince had woken up at some point and was sitting on the bed, staring at him—the baby in his arms—with a gloomy expression.

Unfortunately, the baby didn't understand people's expressions, and even if he did, he didn't intend to pay attention. Right in front of Mingye, he still obliviously opened his little mouth and sucked on Qianfan's nipple tightly. Qianfan's attention was on Mingye, and his most sensitive nipple was suddenly being sucked. "Ah..." he moaned softly, his body going limp and he almost couldn't hold the baby anymore. A dampness settled beneath him, his underwear sticky.

Seeing Qianfan's flushed face and shy gaze, Mingye grew even angrier, wishing he could kick that lecherous little wolf like a soccer ball. His beloved, who was originally his, was now being snatched away by someone else; how could the little devil be willing? He sniffed, feigning a pitiful look, and reached out to Qianfan: "Waaah, Qianfan, I'm hungry too..." The dazed Qianfan, not understanding the meaning behind his words, had already walked right into the trap. He carried the baby back to bed, sat beside the little prince, and affectionately stroked

his

hair: "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? Did the baby wake you up?" Mingye pressed close to Qianfan

, glaring fiercely like a wolf cub at the baby suckling happily in Qianfan's arms. Even if he hadn't been woken up by him, he would have taken his anger out on him. "It's him! He's the one who woke me up! I was sleeping so soundly... Waaah, I finally managed to get some sleep..." Human nature is inherently evil, he complained pitifully, successfully making Qianfan think: Hmm, it really was the baby's fault!

"Qianfan, don't feed him! He has his own bottle, why do you have to feed him?" Mingye said, reaching out to pinch the baby's cheek, trying to pull him away from Qianfan's breast, showing no remorse whatsoever for an adult bullying a baby.

The baby opened one eye, giving him a disdainful glance, as if he knew he wouldn't dare to use force, completely ignoring him, then closed his eyes again triumphantly, enjoying his meal with a clear conscience. This only made Mingye so angry that he pounded the bed: "I want some too! Qianfan, I want some too!" He rolled around on the bed a few times, ignoring Qianfan's embarrassment, directly flipping open the other side of his shirt and sucking it down with a "suck."

"Mmm—" Qianfan's body stiffened, and a seductive moan escaped his lips. Breastfeeding two children simultaneously was an incredibly lewd act. Qianfan gasped, "No... Your Highness, this... won't do..." Stimulated by the two little mouths, his lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids, the pungent scent filling his nostrils. His body convulsed, and the two little ones on his chest seemed to be secretly competing, sucking faster and harder, until his breasts trembled slightly, he was drenched in sweat, and his milk swelled up faster than they could drain it.

Because of the abundant milk, the babies quickly ate their fill, burped twice, and fell into a contented sleep, snoring softly. Seeing this, Mingye also stopped torturing Qianfan. He spat out the hard nipple, which was now red and swollen, standing erect, the small hole at the tip constantly dripping fragrant, rich milk. Looking at Qianfan's breasts, they had not shrunk at all; in fact, they were fuller than before they had been suckling. "Huh? How could this be?"

Qianfan's face was flushed, and he was incoherent. It took him a while to catch his breath before he saw the young prince staring intently at his chest. He looked down at his disheveled chest. Even for a woman, breasts of this size would be considered spectacular, let alone such large breasts on a man? He hurriedly pulled at his clothes. "Young prince, I... am I... strange?"

Mingye hadn't had enough of looking and stopped him from pulling at his clothes, forcing his collar open even wider. He hugged Qianfan's waist and kissed his chest inch by inch, not missing a single inch of skin, with great affection. "Not strange at all, Qianfan is the most beautiful." He said, then leaned in to kiss Qianfan's lips, giving him a light peck. Looking at Qianfan's beautiful and gentle eyes, he liked him more and more, and couldn't resist giving him another peck. He realized that he really couldn't live without this person. His smooth, jade-like skin, his orchid-like fragrance, and his gentle and quiet eyes all made him deeply attached and unable to extricate himself.

Under his tender gaze, Qianfan felt a surge of happiness, and his body began to burn again. He wiped his burning cheeks with the back of his hand, then changed the subject to distract himself, glancing at the sleeping baby: "Why don't you change the baby's name? It'll be easier to call him later."

Mentioning the baby made Mingye wilted. With a hint of vengeance, he said, "Let's call him Benben!"

"Ben..." Qianfan was speechless. "Benben? That name is too..."

"Perfect!" Mingye quickly interjected, his face resolute.

Qianfan sighed inwardly, then reluctantly conceded: "Alright, the nickname Benben is... quite cute. We can give him a proper name later when you've thought it through." With that, he straightened his clothes, got out of bed, put the baby back in his own crib, covered him with a blanket, and Wulong hopped over and squeezed in beside the baby, watching over him.

Pshaw! Who bothers to name him again? He'll just stay Benben! Mingye thought maliciously.

Watching Qianfan's back as she cared for the child, a heavy feeling settled in his heart. That little baby, who had nothing to do with Qianfan, received his genuine tenderness. How could the kind-hearted Qianfan bear to kill the life inside her? If he insisted, Qianfan would probably agree to an abortion. But he couldn't imagine how heartbroken Qianfan would be. It wouldn't be good for his condition.

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I've thought about this all day. I completely understand adults' desire for a happy ending. Reality is already full of disappointments; reading stories is about having fun, I understand. However, I really want to stick to my own thinking. I agree with what adults say—true love doesn't necessarily have to be a dramatic, passionate romance. But considering the difference in their social status and the limitations of the objective environment, a happy ending for them seems unrealistic. "Don't rush, gentlemen. Let me think about it some more and see if I can find a compromise that will make you happy while I'm writing. Hmm, let me think about it some more... Hmm, headache, headache...

In Chapter 159 of The Legend of Heavenly Souls

, Mingye once promised the Demon Lord that if he were successfully impeached, he would never again concern himself with politics. True to his word, from the day he brought Qianfan back to Shuntian City, Mingye remained completely oblivious to what was happening outside. But he never imagined that his love affair would be sensationalized and spread like wildfire by the media of the Three Realms, becoming a hot topic of conversation. Now, the Demon Prince's name is known to everyone; he's more famous than the most popular celebrities."

People naturally enjoy gossiping when they have nothing better to do. On the day of the incident, the young prince was delirious with illness and, in his eagerness to save lives, inadvertently handled the matter in a rather "high-profile" manner. Few people knew the full story, and the most dangerous were those busybodies who knew a little but not everything. Everyone said that the young prince had acted "out of a fit of rage for a woman" that day—a sensational story, especially since it was a royal secret. In reality, the noble territory involved in the case remains sealed off to this day, with numerous reporters constantly gathering outside the barrier to provide on-site coverage and closely monitor developments. Some writers and producers have even written the entire story and are planning to make a TV series…

The parties involved are completely unaware of all this.

Early in the morning, Mingye showed Qianfan a photo album.

"What's this?" Qianfan flipped through the pages. The photos showed young girls and boys, each more beautiful than the last. Mingye said, "These are the newly recruited servants. Choose whichever you like; they'll serve you from now on."

Qianfan hesitated. "Your Highness, I don't need anyone to serve me." After a moment's thought, he stared at the album and asked softly, somewhat sadly, "Is it because you think I'm clumsy and not good at serving, so..."

"What are you thinking?" Mingye sat down beside him. "These people were recruited to serve you. You are their master, not me." Seeing Qianfan close the album, about to object, Mingye spoke first. "Your health isn't good, and you're pregnant now. You can't overwork yourself. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about Benben. How can you manage everything here by yourself? What if you neglect the baby and something happens to him?"

He spoke logically, and Qianfan couldn't find a reason to refute him. A thought struck him, and his eyes flickered.

Mingye knew he had something to say but dared not speak, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Qianfan stammered, "Your Highness...why...why didn't you let Miss Yiquan come and help?"

"Oh...she." Mingye felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, but he forced himself to calm down before saying, "I have a mission for Yiquan. She's not in Shuntian City these days. If you want to see her, I can call her back."

Qianfan was half-believing, half-doubting, staring at the child: "Is she...alright?"

"Of course she's fine, why do you ask?" The little devil met his gaze calmly, smiling serenely without blinking.

Qianfan didn't notice a flaw, assuming the little prince was still unaware of the truth, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "No, I was just asking casually. Miss Yiquan is the one who loves Your Highness the most. I feel much more at ease with her here." He casually flipped open the photo album and looked at it carefully.

Mingye leaned against him and whispered, "I miss Yiquan too, let her come back."

Hearing this, Qianfan was completely relieved and happily picked up a pen to circle people in the photo album: "I like this one, her round face is so cute! Hmm, this one is also good, she looks very energetic. Ah, and this one... I like this one and this one too..."

He drew more and more, and the sweat on Mingye's forehead grew larger and larger. There were about a hundred people in the album, and he had drawn more than half of them. He couldn't bear to look anymore, so Mingye had to interrupt him: "Qian... Qianfan, we don't need so many people here, about five or six should be enough. Also, don't just pick based on looks, there's a personality description under each photo."

"Oh?" Qianfan looked troubled: "Only five or six? That's so difficult..."

After spending the whole morning, he finally decided to choose four girls and two boys, all of whom were top-notch in appearance and character, leaving no room for criticism. Qianfan, beaming with pride, showed the boys to Mingye like a treasure: "These are them."

The little devil was extremely efficient; he brought them over that afternoon. Six young men and women lined up in a row, dressed in identical servant uniforms. Though their clothes were simple, they were all pleasing to the eye and had graceful manners, not at all like servants. Qianfan felt a little reluctant to have them do menial tasks like serving tea and water.

"What are your names?" he asked.

The boys answered in unison, "Please bestow names upon us, Master."

"You need to name them?" Qianfan, unfamiliar with the custom, looked at Mingye with difficulty.

Naming them! Again with naming them! The little devil was exasperated and quickly passed the buck: "They're yours, you name them yourself."

Qianfan thought for a long time but still shook his head: "I don't know how."

"Alright then, I'll do it," Mingye said. "Let's be straightforward, how about... abcdefg!"

Huh? Everyone stared at him speechlessly. After a long pause, he suddenly realized, "Oh, sorry, there's one more. It's only abcdef."

"Such names...aren't they a bit too casual?" Qianfan finally managed to squeeze out a fair word.

"I think they're great, simple and easy to remember."

Everyone present was unceremoniously shaking their heads. Qianfan said sullenly, "But they don't like them." Mingye

glared impatiently at the others, "Alright, alright, no more objections." He pointed at the four girls: "You four, let's call you Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon!" Then he pointed at the two boys: "You two, um...let's call you Big S and Little S."

~~~Oh no~~~~

Wailing filled the air! The two boys cried out, "No!"

Mingye really regretted not using mind control on them.

After a heated debate, everyone chimed in with their opinions, and finally, the boys' names were decided: Xiaotian and Xiaodi. Mingye curled his lip, tch, not that much better. In Chapter

160 of Heavenly Soul Chronicles,

the six of them managed the household chores perfectly. With their help, Qianfan had more time to take care of Benben. But now that Benben had Wulong for company, he refused to bother the adults anymore.

Qianfan sat on the sofa, casually flipping through a magazine, occasionally glancing at the two little ones frolicking on the floor. The babies' energy was terrifying; even Wulong couldn't handle it. The two wrestled and rolled around on the carpet, accidentally bumping into Mingye, who was playing a game on the screen.

Mingye was engrossed in his game, battling the boss one-on-one. The bump caused him to misjudge his attack, accidentally pressing the wrong defense button, giving his opponent a chance to breathe.

"Oh, shit!" Mingye cursed, instantly killed by the boss. "I finally made it to the last level!" he angrily threw down the controller, looking for someone to settle the score, but no one paid him any attention. The two culprits were busy wrestling, locked in a fierce and evenly matched fight.

Benben was ecstatic, drooling and giggling. He tried to run before he could even stand. Wulong, worried he'd fall and hurt himself, rushed to pick him up, only to be pinned to the ground by Benben, unable to move. He struggled, kicking, but his efforts were futile. His fat body was deformed under the weight, and he could only surrender tearfully. Mingye and Qianfan laughed heartily.

Today's playful antics seemed like a premonition. When Wulong grew up and transformed into human form, no matter how handsome or intelligent he was, surrounded by admirers, he would still be completely dominated by Benben, perhaps never able to rise above his circumstances.

Checking the time, Mingye went into the dressing room and changed into civilian clothes—casual pants and a t-shirt, dressed like any other teenager. He used illusion magic to blacken his hair and eyes, put on a baseball cap, and stuffed money into his pocket.

"Qianfan, I'm going out to buy groceries."

He dared not let Qianfan eat the palace food, fearing someone might intentionally harm him, making it impossible to guard against. So he had a small kitchen built in his room and cooked for him personally every day.

"Your Highness, please let us go." The four beauties, Feng, Hua, Xue, and Yue, surrounded him.

Ming Ye also wanted to buy two game discs while he was at it, but said, "No need. You all stay home and keep watch. I'll be back soon."

We won't go into the scene of a young man fighting with a group of housewives for fresh pork in a supermarket. When he returned to the palace laden with his spoils, he unexpectedly encountered an uninvited guest.

Having arrived in the demon realm, Shui Xinsha naturally didn't want to be recognized. She disguised herself and covered her face with a cloak, thinking she wouldn't attract attention, unaware that it was precisely her mysterious appearance that aroused suspicion.

Outside the palace gates of Shuntian City, she handed a visiting card to the guards, saying she wanted to see the young prince. Seeing her strange attire and unable to see her face, the guards dared not let her in, not even daring to deliver the card, and simply sent her away.

Arriving empty-handed, she seized an opportunity during the changing of the guards, slipped past the guards, and secretly entered the city.

Shuntian City soared into the clouds; hearing that the young prince lived on the highest floor, she used her considerable skills to climb all the way up without triggering the alarm, finally reaching the top floor. She wandered around a large courtyard, unable to find the way to the palace. Just then, she saw someone in plain clothes walk by. She rushed forward, pressed a dagger against his waist, and cornered him against the wall: "Speak! Where is the young prince's room?"

The moment she approached, Mingye recognized her aura. He was wondering what was going on when he was pushed against the wall. He was carrying a plastic bag he had brought back from the supermarket, which had been snagged on a tree branch and ripped open, spilling its contents all over the floor.

"My tomatoes and potatoes!!!" He hurriedly bent down to pick them up.

Shui Xinsha recognized his voice. She put away the dagger that had been completely ignored and stared blankly as the demon prince, carrying scallions, ginger, garlic, pork, and liver in one hand, was sweating profusely as he picked up the fallen carrots and potatoes.

This encounter was too unexpected.

"What are you doing?" Shui Xinsha finally found her voice after a long while.

Mingye said irritably, "I should be asking you that! What are you doing here? Are you here to be a spy or an assassin?" Seeing the girl standing there like a wooden statue, he called out to her, "Aren't you going to help me pick these up?! You're the one who knocked them down. If they're broken, you'll have to pay me back. I spent the whole afternoon picking them."

Shui Xinsha twitched her lips and reluctantly bent down to help him pick up the vegetables scattered on the ground.

"I came here today to ask you something."

Mingye put the tomatoes into a plastic bag. "Go ahead and ask, but I might not be able to answer."

His outstretched hand was suddenly grabbed by Shui Xinsha, two fingers resting on his wrist. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "You've been poisoned."

"I know, it's none of your business." Mingye pulled his hand back and continued picking up the radishes. He had already guessed Shui Xinsha's purpose for coming and was considering his options.

As expected, Shui Xinsha cut straight to the point: "This poison is very potent and difficult to neutralize, so you infiltrated the Medicine King's forbidden area to steal the Sacred Heart Fruit. You were the one who fought me that night."

Mingye chuckled: "Being poisoned means you have to steal your Sacred Heart Fruit? Miss, everything needs evidence."

"You still want to hide it from me? Dare to give me a hair to take back for genetic comparison?" Shui Xinsha stood up angrily, "The Fourth Prince is your tutor, and who else among the demons besides you could use the Sha Yun Luo Flame spell?" Her expression hardened, and she stomped on a tomato he was about to pick up, crushing it to pieces. "Go ahead and deny it, but let me tell you, without my medicinal guide, even if you eat the Sacred Heart Fruit, it can only temporarily suppress the poison, not cure it." Mingye's

heart stirred: "Temporarily suppress the poison?" The imperial physician had said that Qianfan's body had inexplicably developed an antibody against "Tu Mi," could this be the reason? His mind raced, and he slowly stood up from the ground, his face now completely different. He suppressed his hostility, smiled slightly at Shui Xinsha, and waved the plastic bags in his hand: "I'm going to make borscht tonight, would the princess like to try some?"

Thump!

Shui Xinsha's heart skipped a beat—he was really handsome!

She coughed lightly, cleared her throat, and concealed her amazement. "Make soup? You?" Almost unconsciously, she nodded and followed Mingye: "Seeing how sincere you are, I'll give it a try. Uh, what's borscht?"

"It's a mixed vegetable soup, that's all I can make now."

Led by Mingye, she passed through the barrier and entered the palace. This was Shui Xinsha's second time in the young prince's room. Last time, he was seriously injured and unconscious, and the room was completely silent and lifeless. Today was different. Before even

reaching

the door, she heard the screams of a baby and the giggles of men and women, a lively party-like atmosphere. Shui Xinsha was puzzled.

Inside the room, at least five or six young men dressed as servants were gathered around a sofa. Through the gaps in their clothes, one could see a handsome man sitting on the sofa, dressed differently from the others. He was holding a human baby, a few months old. The baby was adorable, his sweet smile melting hearts. He shook his head, trying to stand up on the adult's lap, but his short legs weren't strong enough, and he quickly plopped back down, eliciting laughter from everyone.

The servants, seeing the young prince return, hurried forward to pay their respects. But when they saw the girl following behind the prince, a hint of doubt flickered in their eyes, and they couldn't help but steal a few more glances. The young prince rarely received guests in his palace; bringing a woman back was a first.

Qianfan turned his head and also noticed the girl's presence, his smile instantly freezing. "This is..." For some reason, just one glance caused a strange unease in his heart, a vague premonition—this girl's appearance would bring considerable turbulence to his and the young prince's future life.

Shui Xinsha met his gaze instantly, her sharp eyes sweeping over him before she frowned slightly. The imperial physician possessed a special ability: to see the aura emanating from a person. In her eyes, this person's aura was extremely strange, neither yin nor yang, but possessing both. In a healthy person, the aura would act like a protective membrane, perfectly enveloping the body. But this person's aura was chaotic and depleted, riddled with holes, completely disjointed. His abdomen… Shui Xinsha's gaze lingered there. If she wasn't mistaken, this person was pregnant. She couldn't help but wonder: whose child could it be? Could it be…?

“Qianfan, let me introduce you.” Mingye took the baby and handed him to a servant to hold. Then, without any hesitation, she put her arm around Qianfan’s waist and pushed him in front of Shuixinsha: “This is Princess Shuixinsha, the eldest princess of the Imperial Physician family.”

“Princess…?!” Not knowing how to deal with such an important person, Qianfan seemed a little flustered. Afraid that his behavior would embarrass the young princess, he could only smile at the girl: “Hello… My name is Qianfan.” The girl’s eyes were cold, like a scalpel, making him feel very uncomfortable. Fortunately, he noticed the little prince was carrying several plastic bags in one hand when he looked down, and quickly snatched them away: "These things must be heavy, I... I'll take them to the kitchen..."

"No need for you," Mingye dodged his hand, "I can handle the kitchen work. You can rest on the sofa, read a book or watch TV, or I'll have Feng Hua Xue Yue make you some fresh juice. Don't drink too much, a small glass before meals helps to stimulate your appetite." He beckoned to Shui Xinsha: "You, come with me, be my assistant."

"What? Me?!" Shui Xinsha's eyes widened.

"Of course it's you. You ruined my tomatoes, so help out with some work as compensation." Mingye pulled her into the kitchen without giving her a chance to explain.

Mingye tied an apron around his neck and handed one to Shui Xinsha.

Taking the piece of cloth with no front or back, Shui Xinsha pondered for a long time, wondering what it was for.

"Wear this when you're cooking, and oil, dirty water, and other filth won't splash onto your clothes."

After all, she was still a little girl, and things she had never done before seemed novel and interesting to her. Following Mingye's example, she put on the apron. But this delicate princess, who usually didn't even wear socks, was now trying to tie the straps behind her head. How could she possibly do such a difficult move?

“I’ll help you.” Mingye stood behind her and gathered her long purple hair.

Standing so close, Shui Xinsha felt a little uncomfortable. She vaguely smelled a cool, refreshing fragrance emanating from the boy behind her—not floral, not fruity, but unique, a bit cold and aloof, yet with a hint of sweetness.

“Won’t this be too tight?”

she asked, startled. The boy’s breath on her neck made her goosebumps. Shui Xinsha felt her face getting hot. Forgetting about the apron, she nodded hastily, “…It’s okay.”

Mingye tied the belt around her waist and let her hair down. “I’ll go boil some water first. You wash the potatoes, then peel and cut them into small pieces.”

“Peel?” She was a master scalpel user, cutting muscles, blood vessels, nerves—what hadn’t she cut? But to use a gleaming cleaver to peel potatoes? It was like asking her to cut her own finger! “I can’t!” She shook her head, refusing to try.

"Then I'll cut it." Mingye filled a pot with eight-tenths full of water and placed it on the stove. "You watch the water. If it boils, turn the heat down so the water doesn't overflow."

Shuixinsha stood next to the stove, her eyes fixed on the pot, tense and focused as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Relax, you don't need to keep watching. The water will take at least ten minutes to boil, and you'll hear a sound; you can tell just by listening."

Shui Xinsha was a little annoyed, feeling like a complete fool. She crossed her arms and sneered, "Is there no one in the demon realm who knows how to serve? Why trouble the young prince to do such boring chores?"

"Boring? Not at all, cooking is a lot of fun." Mingye rolled up his sleeves and washed the potatoes one by one until they were clean. "Cooking fragrant food with my own hands is like magic." Under Shui Xinsha's dumbfounded gaze, he skillfully picked up a one-inch potato, deftly swirld the knife around it a few times, and peeled off the skin without interruption, as thin as a cicada's wing.

Everyone in the Heavenly Realm knew of his political setbacks. Shui Xinsha felt sorry for him: "Instead of wasting your time here, you should use your brain to figure out how to regain power."

Mingye shook his head: "Power and such, I don't care, really. Before, I was burdened with responsibilities, and I couldn't get rid of them even if I wanted to. Now that the Demon Clan's administration is on track and the people are living in peace and prosperity, I think it's time for me to retire gracefully. Only by handing over power and responsibility can I be carefree and do what I want to do."

"What do you want to do?" Shui Xinsha raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Mingye quickly prepared the potatoes and started working on the carrots. "My only wish is to live a simple and happy life with the person I love." A warm smile radiated from his eyes.

Shui Xinsha stared blankly: "That's it?" The happiness he wanted had nothing to do with fame and fortune. She didn't understand: "Don't you like the glory of being above everyone else? Everyone can see that His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor and the Fourth Prince value you highly, as long as you..."

The soup pot made a "puffing" sound, the lid bouncing up and down with the steam.

"Oh dear, the water's boiling." Shui Xinsha was afraid the lid would fall off, so she quickly took it away. "Wow—" She screamed, her hand immediately scalded red by the billowing steam.

"Are you alright?" Ming Ye turned off the stove, took her hand and saw that she was indeed scalded. He grabbed her hand and poured cold water under the tap, making her scream in pain and desperately pull her hand away. "Don't move, cool it down with cold water, I'll go get some ointment."

"No need. Who am I to need your medicine?" She took out a bottle of ointment from the brocade pouch hanging at her waist, scooped out a little and applied it to the wound. Her skin quickly returned to its original white and smooth state, without a trace.

"As expected of the princess who is the Imperial Physician." Mingye smiled at her.

Wait! Shui Xinsha keenly sensed that his smile seemed somewhat different. Startled, she began, "You..." Before she could finish speaking, a wave of dizziness washed over her, her legs went weak, and she stumbled to the ground. She didn't hit the ground but landed in an embrace. Shui Xinsha's mind was heavy, but her heart was clear: "When exactly... did you..."

Holding her, the boy's smile deepened. In their harmonious interaction and pleasant conversation, he had silently set a trap, making her lower her guard and forget how formidable the once powerful Regent Prince really was!

"In the pot." The boy's breath brushed against her neck again: "I put the medicine in the pot. The medicinal properties dissipated through the steam, and you were very close."

"Fine, fine! You dare to scheme against me?!" Shui Xinsha gasped, glaring at Mingye with her last shred of clarity, a cold smile playing on her lips. She couldn't tell if she felt annoyed, shocked, angry, regretful, or... a little bit sad and disappointed. "I hate you! Don't even think about getting...what you want...from me!" She gritted her teeth, finally collapsing unconscious in the boy's arms. ( Note: The following text appears to be a separate, unrelated excerpt: "Remember to read chapter 161 of *

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul *, I've finished it. If you don't read it, you won't be able to continue. === ... Arrogant and haughty, she glared at the boy sitting by the bed, tilting her head back: "Kill me if you want! I will never give you the medicinal ingredient! Don't even dream about it!" Ming Ye calmly replied: "I won't kill you. Just now, while you were unconscious, I planted the Heart-Eating Gu in your heart. In the Demon Realm, it's considered one of the most powerful Gu, parasitizing the human body and slowly consuming the heart muscle. If you refuse to hand over the medicinal ingredient for the Sacred Heart Fruit, it will burst out of your chest in less than a month. The whole process is extremely painful; even the strongest person would feel the pain and want to end their own life. Even the imperial physicians cannot remove it; they can only suffer the torment until death." Shui Xinsha was terrified, her lips trembling. Even a scald from the steam had caused her to scream in pain; she couldn't imagine a wretched worm crawling out of her heart. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle! Revenge is never too late! Reassuring herself with these two proverbs, Shui Xinsha finally relented: "The medicinal ingredient isn't on me. Come back to Yanshou Palace with me, and I'll find it for you." "I'm sorry to offend the princess, but I was desperate to save lives and had no choice but to resort to this tactic." Mingye came over and took her arm. Shui Xinsha felt the scenery change drastically in an instant, as if she were falling from a great height. Before she could figure out what was happening, she found herself back in her familiar surroundings—the Forbidden Land of the Medicine King! The place where she had fought Mingye that night. A waterfall cascaded down, its momentum magnificent, clear spring water mist swirling, and fragrant grasses all around. Mingye put her down and warned, "Behave yourself, don't try anything funny with me, you can't afford to play games." Shui Xinsha leaped away: "What a joke! Once I'm outside your barrier, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Gone was her previous weak and sickly demeanor; vines, like whips and swords, shot out from her sleeves and lashed out at her. "You are no match for me, why bother trying again?" Mingye remained motionless, a strange cluster of purplish-black flames burning back along the demonic vines, causing no harm, only neutralizing her attacks. "Isn't saving lives a healer's duty? Why do you stubbornly refuse to give me the medicinal ingredient?" Knowing she was no match, Shui Xinsha retorted angrily, "The Sacred Heart Fruit is of great significance to me, how can I just give it to you?! It's... a gift I'll give to my beloved in the future..."

"Which is more important, human life or a gift? As a healer, how can you only think of your own happiness and stand by and watch someone die?" Mingye was furious. "A selfish person like you doesn't deserve to be a healer!" He clenched his fist, then opened it, summoning the Purple Crystal Divine Sword, Lieyun, and pointed it at Shui Xinsha. "I'll ask you one more time: are you willing to hand over the medicinal ingredient? If not, you'll be the first one to die with it!"

"This is Yanshou Palace, not Shuntian City. How dare you act recklessly?!"

A figure rushed between the two confronting each other. "Your Highness, please... please don't hurt my sister."

"Zhiyan!" Shui Xinsha recognized him; the person blocking her way was her younger brother, Shui Zhiyan, who was a year younger than her. "Get out of the way! This is none of your business!" She hurriedly stepped forward to hide her brother behind her.

But it was too late!

Mingye quickly locked Shui Zhiyan in his arms, the blade pressed against his neck.

"Let him go!" Shui Xinsha roared angrily. Her younger brother was born weak, and the family had exhausted all their good medicines to barely keep him alive. His frail body couldn't withstand any more torture.

"You worry about others too?" Mingye sneered. "If you don't want anything to happen to your brother, then give me the medicine right now!" To threaten her, the sharp edge of Lieyun's sword was deeply cut into Shui Zhiyan's neck, and blood gushed out. Mingye deliberately tightened his arms, making the boy in his arms almost unable to breathe.

"Waaah..." Her brother's mournful cry made Shui Xinsha's heart bleed. "Stop! Don't hurt him!" Seeing her brother suffer, she was helpless. Large tears fell from the proud princess's eyes. "I've never seen such a shameless person! To save your own life, you're willing to hurt others! Damn demons!" She cried and cursed at the same time. “You demons live long lives. Even if you don’t cure the poison in your body, you can still live for several decades, but my brother… my brother…”

“Your Highness…” the boy in his arms called out weakly. He held Mingye’s hand and shook it: “Don’t force my sister anymore. Actually, I also have a Sacred Heart Fruit. It will ripen in another six months.” He turned his head, looked at the demon prince who was half a head taller than him, and smiled slightly: “If you want it, I can give it to you.”

“Zhiyan!” Shui Xinsha looked at her brother, who was covered in blood, in astonishment: “What did you say? You can’t!”

"Why not?" Shui Zhiyan asked her calmly. "Actually, from the first time I saw His Highness, I... I liked him very much..." Despite losing so much blood, his face was slightly flushed. He turned to look at the person behind him. "His Highness, please use my Sacred Heart Fruit. I'll do anything to save you."

Mingye ignored his confession and said coldly, "Half a year is too long. I can't wait." He looked at Shui Xinsha. "If you don't give me the medicinal ingredient, I'll kill him right now. Don't test my patience." As he spoke, the sword went deeper into Shui Zhiyan's neck.

"Enough! Enough! You're ruthless!" Shui Xinsha closed her eyes and made a firm decision. "I'll give it to you! I'll give you the medicinal ingredient! Release my brother, do you hear me? I told you to release him!"

"Don't deceive me a second time." Mingye released Shui Zhiyan and pushed him away.

Shui Xinsha hurriedly hugged her younger brother, took out the bottles and jars of medicine from her brocade pouch to feed him, and cleaned his wounds. "Zhiyan, Zhiyan?" She shook her distraught brother: "How are you? Are you alright?" She placed two fingers on his wrist; thankfully, his pulse was stable. He had only lost some blood and was otherwise fine. "Zhiyan, rest here for a bit and then go back to your room. Don't mention tonight's events to anyone else..."

"Sister!" Shui Zhiyan suddenly struggled: "No! You can't give the medicine to His Highness! No... cough cough cough..."

"I don't want to either, but is it my place to decide?" Shui Xinsha threw her brother down and grabbed Mingye's collar. "Come with me!"

"No! His Highness... why won't you take my Sacred Heart Fruit? Why... cough cough, sister... sister! Don't give it to him! cough cough..." He was too weak to get up for a moment and watched helplessly as the two disappeared from his sight.

"Lie down!" Shui Xinsha pushed Mingye onto the bed.

The room was lavishly furnished, clearly the boudoir of a young girl. Just as Mingye sheathed his divine sword, a weight suddenly pressed down on him; the girl had sat on his waist, roughly tearing at his clothes. "Hey..." He forcefully pushed Shui Xinsha's hand away, asking inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing? Humph!" Shui Xinsha sneered, her extreme anger having completely made her forget any semblance of youthful modesty: "Didn't you want the medicinal ingredient? I'll give it to you. The medicinal ingredient for the Sacred Heart Fruit—is the virgin blood of the planter." (

Tianhun Zhuan 163)

"Why isn't she back yet? It's so late..." Qianfan couldn't sit still and walked towards the door: "I'll go out and see."

The four girls, Feng Hua Xue Yue, cleverly stopped him: "Master, don't worry. The woman His Highness brought back is of extraordinary status. She fainted here. After sending her home, His Highness will inevitably have to explain things to her parents, which may be why there's been a delay."

"Is that so?" Qianfan felt uneasy, sensing that something was about to happen.

"Master, why don't you eat something first? If you starve yourself, it will only make His Highness sad."

Half-jokingly, half-teasingly, the maids advised Qianfan, who blushed and reluctantly sat down at the table. The pot of rich, flavorful soup had been prepared before Mingye left and had been simmering on the stove. Now, as it was ladled out, its fragrant aroma was irresistible, but Qianfan had no appetite. He only took a small sip when he suddenly heard a scream outside.

"What was that?" He put down his spoon and nervously went to the window to look out, but the night was too dark to see anything.

Xiaotian and Xiaodi, the two boys, exchanged a glance and stepped forward to tell him, "Master, His Highness has ordered that no matter what happens, you must not leave your palace. We've gone to investigate what happened outside..." Before they could

finish speaking, a flash of silver light appeared in the distance, followed by a muffled groan and the sound of metal clashing, sounding unusually abrupt in the darkness.

Xiao Tian frowned: "This is unusual. Could someone be trying to break through the barrier?"

"Barrier?" Qian Fan didn't understand. "Could it be that His Highness is in danger?" Thinking of this, he became extremely anxious. "No, he hasn't returned so late. I'm afraid something has happened to him. I have to go check on him."

His Highness in trouble? Bystanders see things more clearly, and everyone thought it was unlikely, but their master was always worrying unnecessarily and insisted on going out. They couldn't stop him, so the others could only carefully protect him and accompany him into the night.

The scream sounded very clear, like that of a boy whose voice hadn't yet changed. Following the direction of the sound, they slowly approached and finally saw a person lying on the ground, groaning softly, seemingly in great pain. There was also an overturned wheelchair next to him.

"Ah, it's a boy!" Qian Fan wanted to go over and help him up, but several maids blocked his way.

Xiao Tian and Xiao Di were one step ahead of him and went to turn the person over.

In the dim moonlight, everyone could still see clearly that it was a face of impeccable handsomeness, although it was currently showing signs of pain.

This person's beauty actually rivals that of the young prince!

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Xiao Di questioned rudely.

The boy slowly opened his eyes, stunned by the fierce-looking Xiao Tian and Xiao Di, his eyes wide with terror, unable to speak.

Qian Fan couldn't bear it, softened her voice, and gently asked him, "What's your name? Are you lost? Don't be afraid, we're not bad people."

The boy's fear seemed to ease; he trembled and tried to lean against Qian Fan, but was stopped by the others.

"Don't move!" Xiao Tian shouted. "You haven't answered the question yet." As he spoke, his sharp fingernail pressed against the boy's carotid artery. "If you refuse to tell the truth, don't blame us for being impolite. Your origins are unknown and highly suspicious. We have the right to execute anyone who attempts to approach the palace!"

The boy shrank back in fear. "I...I'm called Kui. I...I got separated from my brother. I just arrived here...My wheelchair tripped over something...and broke. My legs are weak, I can't stand up..."

"Are you human?" Xiao Di asked in an unfriendly tone.

The boy shrank back even further. "I...I..." His terrified eyes darted between the silver-haired demons, his eyes brimming with tears. "Please don't eat me. I just called my brother, and he's on his way." He saw Qian Fan, who had black hair and black eyes like himself, in the crowd. As if seeing a kindred spirit, he immediately crawled towards him.

The others quickly pinned him to the ground, holding him down tightly, unable to move an inch.

"Don't do this!" Qianfan angrily pushed away the servants' hands. "This child has difficulty walking and has gotten separated from his family. Why aren't you helping him? Why are you bullying him?" He bent down and said to the boy, "Your name is Xiaokui, right? Before your brother arrives, why don't you rest in our room..."

"No! Master, His Highness ordered..." "

I'll explain to His Highness. He's a reasonable person and won't blame you. If we leave an injured child here unattended, do you think His Highness will approve?"

Why wouldn't he approve?

Everyone looked at each other, exchanging a consensus—His Highness's kindness was only reserved for one person; he never cared about the life or death of others.

Seeing the servants' indifference towards the boy, Qianfan had no choice but to go over and help him up. He even tried to lift him, but his body was not as strong as before. He tried several times but failed. Snowflakes flashed before his eyes, and he almost fell onto Kui.

"Master!" Several servants were terrified and hurriedly supported him, stamping their feet in anger. "Alright, alright, we're scared of you. Just stay put and don't move. We'll take this person back to his room."

Qianfan finally smiled with relief.

Xiao Kui clung to him, timidly saying, "I...I don't want them, they're so scary..."

"Hey! Don't push your luck!" the others immediately shouted in dissatisfaction.

Kui looked at Qianfan pitifully and said, "My legs are weak, but with someone supporting me, I can still manage a few steps." He clung tightly to Qianfan's waist, refusing to let go.

Qianfan felt the boy trembling and thought he must be very scared, so he steadily supported him, letting him transfer most of his weight to himself. "Okay, I'll help you back. Watch your step."

However, he didn't know that Shen Tiankui's trembling wasn't due to fear. His hand was intentionally or unintentionally placed on Qianfan's abdomen, his lowered eyelashes concealing the resentful look in his eyes. In Chapter 164 of "The Legend of the Heavenly Soul"

(05-07) , Kui was merely trying his luck. The barrier surrounding the palace was extremely powerful. He had tried to force his way through but failed, and was even knocked to the ground by the reversed spiritual energy, getting covered in mud and scraping his arm. He deliberately shouted to lure the people in the room out. They were all allowed to freely enter and exit the barrier. With their help, Kui was eighty percent confident that the mysterious barrier would no longer hinder him. Sure enough, he leaned against Qianfan, using his aura as cover, and entered smoothly. After Qianfan brought the boy back to the room, he instructed Xiaotian and Xiaodi to repair the wheelchair, while he himself helped the boy clean himself and treat the wounds on his arm. The boy was quiet and didn't say much. After washing up and changing his clothes, he was even more breathtakingly beautiful. He always kept his eyelashes lowered, a reserved smile playing on his lips. His long, black hair, reaching the ground, was as shiny as water, shimmering with a strange purplish-gold luster. Qianfan was overjoyed. The boy clearly came from a good family; he was handsome and well-mannered. The young prince certainly wouldn't object to him taking him in. Little Wulong liked the boy very much; upon seeing him, he immediately jumped onto his lap and nuzzled affectionately. However, Benben didn't like him. Perhaps because his little friend had been taken away, he threw a tantrum and cried loudly. Qianfan had no choice but to go over and pick up the baby to comfort him. The chubby little baby wrapped his arms around Qianfan's neck, babbling and crying as if he were very uneasy and anxious, wanting to tell him something. The child's cries were somewhat shrill. Qianfan apologized to the guest, "I'm sorry, the baby is too noisy. He's usually very well-behaved, but I don't know why he's throwing a tantrum." Kui glanced at him, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, a smile carrying an ambiguous mockery. Blood seeping from the wound on his hand stained his sleeve, revealing a section of his fair, snow-white arm when he pulled up the sleeve. He habitually stuck out his tongue and licked the wound, the movement elegant, yet unintentionally exuding a chilling aura. As he licked the blood, he slightly narrowed his eyes, as if enjoying a meal. Only after licking the blood dry did he look up at Qianfan. Qianfan stared at him blankly, only realizing his lapse in composure after a long while, hurriedly turning his gaze away. Seeing that he was frightened, Kui's mood improved, his smile becoming even brighter, and he slowly said, word by word, "I'm hungry." His voice was like a chilling aura, penetrating straight to the heart. Now, even the fussy baby stopped crying, burying his head in Qianfan's arms like a limp child, pretending he was asleep. But Qianfan was oblivious, failing to pick up on the threat in Kui's words. Thinking he was genuinely hungry, he picked up a steaming bowl of borscht from the table and placed it in front of him: "I don't know if it suits your taste, but you should eat some first, don't go hungry." Kui picked up a spoon and casually stirred the soup, then frowned critically: "It's sour, the taste is so strange?" Deliberately trying to tease Qianfan, he pretended to take the bowl, then deliberately dropped it, spilling the scalding soup everywhere. "Oops, my hand slipped." "Are you alright?" Qianfan asked anxiously to check his hand. "My hand is fine," Kui said, "but my foot might be burned, it hurts a lot." He pulled up the hem of his shirt, and sure enough, there were a few splashes of bright red on his snow-white leg. "You wouldn't mind helping me to the bed to put some medicine on, would you?" "...The bed?" That was the bed the little prince slept in with him. Qianfan was naturally unwilling, but since the guest had spoken first, he couldn't find a way to refuse, so he reluctantly agreed. He had just handed Benben over to others to look after when, unexpectedly, the boy suddenly leaped from the chair and pounced into his arms— "Master, watch out!" Kui reacted quickly, and the others didn't have time to help. In a flash, Qianfan was knocked heavily to the ground. Fortunately, this time, there was something soft and fluffy to cushion his fall, reducing the impact considerably. The maids hurriedly helped the two of them up. Upon closer inspection, the soft little thing was none other than the chubby Wulong. Its eyes were rolling around from being crushed, so luckily, it didn't see its master's fierce glare, as if he wanted to turn it into dried meat. "Oh dear, it's all my fault!" Despite gritting her teeth in anger, Kui still wore a pitiful, self-reproachful expression. "My leg hurts so much. I just wanted to get to the bed quickly to apply the medicine, so..." "It's alright, I didn't hurt myself." Qianfan smiled gently, instructing a servant to bring the ointment. He carefully supported Kui, walking step by step towards the large bed. Kui practically clung to him, not caring whether he could bear it or not. When they reached the edge of the bed, the hand around Qianfan's waist subtly moved upwards, slipping from under his armpit to his chest, landing squarely on one of his breasts.

Qianfan was startled, but the boy seemed oblivious, continuing to walk with difficulty, head down. Qianfan didn't know what to do. The boy must have done it unintentionally; he was unable to move easily, and he couldn't just push him away. He could only endure it, but the hand on his chest was increasing its pressure, as if trying to crush his heart. The milk inside was flowing uncontrollably, soaking a patch of his clothes. The boy must have felt it too. Just as he was about to ask the boy to let go, his lower body was suddenly attacked—Aoi's other hand grabbed his genitals hard.

"You have both a woman's and a man's thing on your body. What kind of monster are you?" Aoi looked up, his voice cold and merciless as he mocked in his ear.

Qianfan was startled and quickly released the boy, staring blankly at the boy on the bed, who was smiling innocently. He took several steps back. Those dark eyes seemed to see through all his secrets. They were insightful, yet possessed a childlike innocence, cruelly scrutinizing his own wounded state.

Completely defenseless, Qianfan could only flee in panic: "I... I'll clean it up, the floor... it got dirty just now..."

Watching his retreating figure, Kui leaned lazily against the bed, propping his head up with his hand, muttering to himself in confusion: "What exactly does Mingming see in him?"

This guy is simple-minded, and his looks are average. He probably just used that androgynous, seductive body to seduce Mingming, right? Mingming is such a fool. It's understandable to try someone like that, but how could she use his belly to carry offspring? Isn't she afraid that the child will inherit bad genes and grow up to be as ugly and stupid as him?

Since Mingming is confused, he has a responsibility to help him wake up. Mingming is his, and no one else deserves to have him.

Kui's dark eyes narrowed sinisterly.

All night, Qianfan was uneasy, always feeling that a pair of malicious eyes were watching him. Finally, someone came and took the boy named Kui away, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Some time later, there was a sound at the gate. This time, he waited for the young prince to return late.

"You're back so late? Have you eaten?" He went to greet him.

Mingye leaned against the door frame, drowsily raising his eyelids: "Qianfan..." He only managed to call out once before swaying and collapsing.

"Young prince!!" Qianfan quickly caught him, a strong smell of alcohol immediately filling his nostrils. The child in his arms was like a lump of mud. Qianfan stroked his hot, flushed face, feeling both alarmed and heartbroken, and scolded, "How could you get so drunk?"

In Chapter 165 of The Legend of Heavenly Souls

, the Crown Prince found it very strange. He had originally thought that Xiaokui would definitely cause trouble in Shuntian City, but even after bringing his younger brother back to the Heavenly Palace, there was still no unusual situation in Shuntian City. "Xiao Kui, you took advantage of Mingming's absence tonight and made a special trip to his palace. Don't tell me you came back empty-handed." He didn't believe his petty younger brother would sneak into someone's room just to steal a glimpse of "the person in Mingming's heart."

Kui played with the strands of hair hanging down her temple: "Hmph, that shameless man dared to seduce Mingming. I'll get rid of him, and I won't let him die so easily." He raised an eyebrow, making his brother shiver. His face still held a flawless smile, but his tone was as cold as a judge: "Don't blame me. Who told him to pester Mingming? He chose the most painful and tragic way to die! Just watch, the game is about to begin."

Although he had drunk a lot and felt very tired and sleepy, Mingye was still sober. He had something on his mind and couldn't find a way out, so he wanted to get drunk, hoping that he would feel less miserable when he was drunk. Qianfan helped him bathe, but he remained silent. Qianfan didn't know what troubles he had encountered outside and didn't dare to ask, silently keeping him company in his worries.

After bathing, Qianfan tidied up the bathtub and returned to the room. He saw Mingye curled up on the bed, like a little animal lacking security, so adorable. Thinking he was asleep, Qianfan tiptoed over and patted his head. To his surprise, the little guy suddenly raised his head, squinting his silver eyes, looking at him with a drunken haze.

"Come here, Qianfan," Mingye said, opening his arms to him.

Only then did he notice the wine bottle the child was clutching: "Why are you still drinking? Where did you find this?" Without a word, he tried to snatch the bottle away: "No more drinking! You're not an adult yet, how can you drink alcohol? And so much at that!"

Mingye wanted to get drunk amidst the aroma of the wine; he had plenty of fine wines stored in his palace, which he drank like water. However, his alcohol tolerance was extremely high, and the more he tried to get drunk, the harder it was. "Qianfan, come here, watch TV with me for a while." He wrapped his arm around Qianfan's waist, pulling him to his side, and quickly dodged the wine bottle in his other hand, preventing him from grabbing it.

"Your Highness..." Held tightly in Mingye's embrace, Qianfan nestled against his chest, inhaling the delicate floral scent emanating from the child's body after his bath. His face suddenly flushed red.

Mingye turned on the channel; the screen was filled with the sounds of people watching an idol drama.

Qianfan, cradling the child's waist and resting his head on his shoulder, was quickly drawn to the scene, chuckling at the amusing sight.

Mingye quietly sipped his wine, watching him intently. Whether it was the alcohol or the infectious joy of his simple happiness, his heart softened instantly. He felt that even if he were to face the end of his life at any moment, having experienced this happiness was enough.

"Qianfan, I'm so happy with you," he murmured softly. Happiness is truly simple, unrelated to fame or fortune. His ideal life was to have a small, cozy home, cooking delicious meals for his beloved every day, raising him to be plump and healthy. If possible, he'd also like to have a noisy little baby, like Benben, constantly disturbing everyone's peace, a baby they both love and find annoying.

While he was lost in his fantasies about the future, the beautiful man in his arms was engrossed in watching television. Mingye affectionately kissed Qianfan's forehead to finally get his attention. Mingye kissed Qianfan's thin lips again: "I've thought about it, let's have the baby. Our family should be complete..."

The smile on Qianfan's lips gradually faded, and many emotions flashed in his eyes. Finally, he lowered his eyes and stubbornly insisted: "If it's not His Highness's child, I won't have it!" His voice was soft, but his determination was heavy.

"Silly boy!" Mingye chuckled: "You still care about that? He's my child. The imperial physician has a paternity test report. They compared my genetic material with the baby's. He is indeed my child. You don't need to doubt that."

Upon hearing this, joy filled Qianfan's eyes: "Really?! Is it really true?! Your Highness, you're not lying to me?" Qianfan lowered his head and carefully stroked his slightly protruding belly: The baby inside was indeed His Highness's child! Oh my god! Oh my god!

"Hey, hey, hey, don't get too excited. Be careful your heart condition doesn't flare up again." Mingye quickly put down the wine bottle and rubbed his chest.

Having just received incredibly joyous news, Qianfan was overjoyed and didn't know what to do. Since returning to Mingye's side, his biggest concern had been the child in his womb. If it were another man's offspring, no matter how much he cherished the child, he couldn't bring himself to give birth. He didn't want the child to constantly remind the young prince of his shameful past and how dirty his body was.

But now... but now... it's wonderful! The baby in his belly is truly the young prince's flesh and blood!

Excitement stirred the aphrodisiac within him, and his desire to offer himself to his lover grew stronger and stronger. Intense lust controlled him, making him involuntarily twist his body—"Young prince, you... hug me, hug me tonight, okay? I want... um... I want you!" he coquettishly invited, his chest actively caressing the child's hand.

“Qianfan…” Alcohol fueled his passion, like dry tinder igniting a raging fire. Mingye could no longer restrain himself. For days, he had hesitated to touch his lover, concerned for his health. But tonight, he made a decision: if fate refused to give them a chance and forced them to be separated by death, then he would not live on. “Qianfan, wherever you go, I will stay by your side. You will not be alone. We will be together… forever and ever…” There was no need to force it. These happy days, once experienced, did not need to last forever.

He impulsively tore Qianfan’s clothes, revealing a pair of firm, supple breasts. His fingers teased the two trembling, crimson areolas. Mingye exclaimed in admiration, “So big! Qianfan, you are so beautiful here…”

The swelling and itching in his chest filled him with shame. Qianfan instinctively tried to cover his chest with his arms, but the boy wouldn’t allow it. He even tore the bed curtains, tying his hands to either side of the headboard. This semi-forced position made Qianfan uneasy yet excited. His beautiful phoenix eyes filled with tears as he looked at Mingye with a pitiful expression: "Your Highness... don't tie me up, let me go... let me go..." His weak and soft pleas were like a potent aphrodisiac.

Mingye barely had time to talk to him. His mouth and hands worked together to suck, bite, and squeeze his chest, making his breasts feel incredibly pleasurable, and milk flowed freely.

"Ah~ ya ah~~" His private parts felt sore, numb, and hot. Qianfan kept thrusting his chest and moaning, his legs tightly clamped together, rubbing against each other. But his honey hole was like a thirsty mouth in the desert, and he couldn't stop the thirst.

"Is it itchy? Come on, Qianfan, open your legs obediently and let me see if you want it."

The child's hands moved over his thighs: "There... Your Highness, ah... there..."

He spread his legs wide in front of the child, offering his wet private parts to the child.

Mingye ripped off his soaked underwear, revealing his entire genitals covered in a sticky, glistening, transparent liquid, proclaiming that his body was ready to be enjoyed at any moment—no! He couldn't wait to be enjoyed.

The child's fingers slid across his delicate penis and plump, lustful opening. He actually moved his hips, letting his warm, moist opening hold the child's fingers, letting out a long, comfortable sigh: "Ah... here... um..."

"No, Qianfan, you're pregnant. Doing this to you will hurt him." Mingye was very troubled, although he also wanted to enter that tight, wonderful honey hole.

But Qianfan was more willful than ever, squinting his eyes and shouting: "I don't care! Here, this wants it..." His voice trembled slightly, showing that he was already delirious with lust. He wasn't disappointed; the opening was quickly filled.

Mingye inserted his member into Qianfan's body, not daring to plunge all the way in, only moving shallowly, satisfying the insatiable thirst of that dark cave. With each thrust, his full breasts heaved, a sight to behold.

"Is it comfortable? Qianfan, like this... is it comfortable for you?"

Having tasted a small pleasure, Qianfan moaned softly, then pushed himself closer to Mingye: "Deeper... deeper... Your Highness, I want it inside too..." His abdomen was no longer as soft and flat as before; the slightly protruding area felt a little hard to the touch, a reminder that a precious little life was growing inside Mingye. "No... I can't go any deeper, it will hurt the baby..." He held Qianfan's waist, controlling the depth of his thrusts, trying not to let the wet, hot opening engulf his genitals.

Not enough! Not enough! Qianfan shook his head—not just physical desire, but an even stronger yearning for union in his heart. His sacred place, defiled by other men, felt dirty if it couldn't be cleansed by his lover. The scenes of being violated by those men, waves of heat shooting deep into his body, and his inability to resist—the unbearable scenes were still vivid in his memory—filled with filthy fluids, the humiliating memories, only his lover could wash them away. "Your Highness, inside…please…I…really want it…ooh…" The dignified and self-possessed man couldn't utter any more wanton words, only whimpering, tears welling in his tightly closed eyes. "Good boy, don't cry…" Mingye kneaded his breasts with one hand and widened his anus with the other, diverting his attention and making his moans more alluring and less bitter. "Already so wet?" The boy withdrew his fingers, which were covered in sticky fluid from Qianfan's anus, emitting a sour, fishy smell, with strands of transparent silver thread connecting his fingers. He spread Qianfan's legs and found that his smooth, white thighs were splattered with drops of precum that had been squeezed out during his thrusts. The boy was overjoyed and, with a roguish grin, bit his earlobe, saying, "You're such a wet beauty. I just touched you casually, and you're completely soaked." Taking advantage of the situation, he suggested, "Qianfan, if you want to feel good, you need to replenish my energy. How about this, I'll feed you while I'm doing it to you?" He untied Qianfan's hands, picked him up, and his penis slipped out of Qianfan's mons pubis. The slippery, warm shaft slid back and forth against Qianfan's buttocks, but wouldn't penetrate any of the itchy, unbearable honey holes. Knowing that Mingye was teasing him, Qianfan was helpless. He could only hold the child's head to his chest, assuming the child would automatically suckle. But Mingye tilted his head, frowning with difficulty, "Which side should I suckle first? Qianfan, what do you think?" His body was so hot he felt like he was melting. Qianfan was covered in fragrant sweat, straddling Mingye, swaying his body wantonly. He released the child, his hands on the bed, his supple waist arching backward, making his two high, jade-like breasts even more prominent in front of the child, swaying gently. His fair, snow-white skin, accentuated by two alluring red blushes at their tips, made the boy stare intently, drooling. Qianfan, with his slender, jade-like fingers, pinched his erect nipple gently— "Ahhh—" A seductive moan that sent shivers down his spine escaped his lips, and a stream of snow-white, fragrant milk was immediately squeezed from his nipple. He glanced at the boy with captivating charm, asking weakly, "...Your Highness, would you like to eat this side first...? Ah—!!!" Before he could finish speaking, the child, like a ravenous wolf cub, lunged at his milk-dripping nipple and bit down. It was rare for Qianfan to abandon his reserve and seduce him like a vixen, so Mingye certainly wouldn't let it pass. While savoring the rich, sweet milk, he kneaded Qianfan's plump, upturned buttocks with both hands, then spread the flesh apart to reveal the deep red anus in the middle, and slid it down onto his erect, hard penis. "Ah..." The moment the tip of his penis touched the tip, Qianfan let out a soft moan, his body jolting violently. Then, as it was slowly and decisively inserted, he cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, "Uh... Ahhhh—" His starry eyes were half-closed, his red lips slightly parted, his expression a mixture of comfort and bewilderment, as innocent as if he had no idea what was happening. Then, the two bodies pressed together began to violently thrust up and down. The breast being suckled pulsed in the child's mouth; he could almost feel the tender nipple brushing against the child's teeth. The irregular movements seemed to prevent the child from suckling properly, and Qianfan felt the child's arms around his waist tighten even more, the two pressed even closer. The child suckled harder, even biting the throbbing nipple with his teeth… “Ah…ah, it hurts! Your Highness…let, let go…don’t bite! No…ahhh…” The pain made him feel ashamed and absurd. As a man, he was actually using his breasts to please a boy, and what was worse, he was getting intense pleasure from it. It seemed that breastfeeding this little boy was a matter of course for him. The other neglected breast was in even worse shape. It was mercilessly shaken during the rhythm of sex, and he was in so much pain that he had to hold it up with his hand. Realizing his discomfort, Mingye slowed down. He released his mouth, stroked Qianfan’s bare back for a while, and then pulled him into his arms. He immediately felt a soft touch on his chest. He buried his face in Qianfan’s neck, smelling his gentle and tranquil scent, and began to move faster and faster again. “Uh…mm…mmm…”

The nipple rubbed against the child's clothes, the flowing milk quickly soaking them. Mingye felt a pang of regret, but only by holding him tightly and moving rhythmically could Qianfan's breasts avoid the painful jolting. His tenderness was unspoken, and Qianfan could fully feel it. He also hugged the child tightly, tears of happiness streaming down his face, murmuring, "Your Highness...please love me...love me..." He could abandon his male pride to bear children for the prince, even offer his life, just to gain a little love, a little sincerity in return.

His body brought Mingye an indescribable beauty and satisfaction: "I'm not dreaming, Qianfan, you're still here! You're still by my side, it's so good! So good!"

Confirming their mutual feelings, what they experienced was not just a sexual climax, but a climax of life itself. What makes life complete is not the glory of standing above ten thousand others, but finding a lover to cherish and cherish for a lifetime, where you are in me, and I am in you, becoming one.

He drifted off to sleep, utterly exhausted yet content. The night was still, the scent of his lover lingering in the air, bringing comfort and peace, like being protected in a safe fortress. He slept soundly through the night, dreamless, until the dawn's light mercilessly shattered the fortress.

"Your Highness, it's time to get up, wash, and eat."

Mingye rubbed his eyes—the palace maids serving him at his bedside were not familiar faces—

what was going on?!

He jolted awake, roaring, "How dare you! Who allowed you in?!"

Several palace maids knelt on the ground in bewilderment, their foreheads touching the backs of their hands: "Your Highness, please calm down! Every day at this time, we come to serve Your Highness, we truly don't know… we don't know how we have offended Your Highness…"

Something was wrong! Something was wrong!

Mingye carefully examined the women; they were not demon maids at all. Their clothes and hairstyles were completely different. Their attire was the same as that of the Heavenly Palace maids… The Heavenly Palace? Mingye froze, surveying the bed and the room—this was not his palace! How did he end up here? Startled, he jumped out of bed, but his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor with a thud.

"Your Highness!" The palace maids cried out in alarm, rushing to help him up. "Your Highness hasn't fully recovered yet. Please don't hesitate to order us if you need anything." Their brows furrowed with a mixture of awe and fear.

"Haven't recovered yet?" Confused, Mingye was helped back to bed, only then noticing a few strands of hair scattered in front of him—they were jet black, shimmering with a purplish-gold luster. "A mirror…Quick! Get me a mirror!"

The maids didn't dare delay, quickly handing Mingye a mirror.

Upon looking at it, he felt as if he'd fallen into an ice cave. The person in the mirror was no longer himself!

It was clearly Kui! Kui?! Why? Why had he become Kui? The sudden shock forced him to pinch his arm hard—ouch! He felt pain! Heavens, he wasn't dreaming. He really had become Kui—no! His soul had taken over Kui's body. So, where did the real Kui go?

In Chapter 167 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul,

Crown Prince Shen Tianwang knew his younger brother had been in a bad mood these past few days and was afraid he might do something rash, so he would come to Jing Bikong to keep him company whenever he had free time. Today was no exception. He had originally intended to invite his brother to have breakfast together, but when he entered the room, he found the palace maids kneeling on the floor again. However, Kui hadn't thrown anything; he was just sitting quietly on the bed, lost in thought, looking bewildered.

"What's wrong?"

the palace maids greeted him, replying, "Your Highness was trying to get out of bed to walk just now, but you accidentally tripped and fell..."

The Crown Prince's usually gentle face instantly changed color, startling the palace maid who had spoken. She quickly lowered her head and bit her lip, not daring to say another word.

"Kui, are you hurt anywhere? Let your brother take a look." He sat down next to his younger brother.

Mingye was still thinking about his own affairs, completely puzzled, when suddenly someone appeared beside him. He looked up in surprise and saw it was the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Palace. Without thinking, he

blurted out, "Crown...Crown Prince Brother?" The moment the title left his lips, Shen Tianwang froze. "Xiao Kui? What did you call me?" From childhood, his proud younger brother would only reluctantly call him "Brother" when he needed something. What had happened to him now that made him so sweet-talking?

Mingye looked at him, his mouth opening and closing—should he tell him the truth? Tell him he wasn't the real Kui, and ask him to help find the reason and think of a solution? He was Kui's older brother; he should be able to trust him. But even the most trustworthy person can sometimes ruin things, intentionally or unintentionally…like Yiquan. Yiquan loved him dearly, yet she was also the one who hurt him the most. Having learned this lesson, Mingye felt he could no longer, and dared not, trust anyone again.

Seeing his younger brother hesitate, the Crown Prince asked gently, "What's wrong, Xiao Kui? Is there anything you want to say to your brother?"

The concern in his eyes reminded Ming Ye of his own brother, Heng Ye, and his heart ached. He turned his face away and forced himself to cheer up before saying, "I need to go back to... to Shuntian City immediately." He needed to go back to verify that since his soul had entered Kui's body, would Kui's soul also be inside his body?

"Go to Shuntian City?" Shen Tianwang asked, quite puzzled. "Didn't you just go there last night? Why are you going again now?"

Last night? Ming Ye frowned slightly: Kui went to Shuntian City last night? Why didn't he tell me? He should know that without the caster's permission, no one could pass through the barrier set up around the palace. Despite his many doubts, the little demon king remained outwardly calm, taking advantage of Kui's personality, and replied confidently, "I'm going to see Mingye today."

"Mingye?" Shen Tianwang stared at his younger brother. "Did you two have a falling out? You always call him Mingming so affectionately, why are you calling him by his full name today?"

Oh no! Mingye quickly feigned sadness and sullenness, lowering his head and remaining silent. He dared not speak again, afraid of saying too much and revealing his true intentions. His elder brother, the Crown Prince, was meticulous and doted on his younger brother; deceiving him would not be easy, so he absolutely couldn't let him see through his act.

Shen Tianwang was helpless against his willful younger brother, so he simply picked him up. "Alright, since you insist on going, I'll go with you again."

In the ancient and mysterious magic of the demon race, there is a spell called Illusionary Soul, which few people know about. Using this spell, the caster can swap souls with any creature, as long as they adjust their own aura wavelength to match the target. It sounds easy, but it's actually an extremely profound spell, incredibly difficult to master, and only a handful of people throughout history have succeeded. The clever little demon king once tried it out of playfulness, and his soul flew to the Heavenly Palace, failing to swap with the intended target and instead ending up in the body of a kitten. It was that failure that led to his encounter with Kui. How could he have imagined that a dangerous and complex magic circle would be set up under his own bed in his palace? And that was the key to activating the Soul Illusion Spell!

"Your Highness," Qianfan knocked lightly twice on the bathtub door, "You've been inside for a long time, don't you really need my help?"

A cold voice came from inside: "No! Don't let anyone in!"

Qianfan stood at the door and listened carefully; there was no sound from inside. He was helpless, wondering why the child had been so sullen since waking up early, locking herself in the bathtub and refusing to let anyone come in to serve her. He paced anxiously outside for a couple of minutes, but after standing there for so long, he felt tired and had no choice but to go back to the room to wait.

Kui looked at the reflection in the mirror, filled with joy and ecstasy—it was Mingming, it was Mingming's body!

His hands roamed freely over her body, not missing an inch of skin.

Silver hair shimmering in the sunlight, exquisitely beautiful features, a slender and graceful body, skin as smooth as a baby's… truly a masterpiece of nature! He exclaimed sincerely. His caresses gradually moved to his crotch, playing with the small, clean jade stem, ecstatic and unable

to tear himself away. He vowed never to let anyone else see or touch this beautiful body again. When he first awoke, he discovered that Mingming's penis was still deeply embedded in the male prostitute's body; the filth made him want to vomit. He had only refrained from ripping out the man's heart on the spot to better perform his role. Damn slut, doesn't he know who he is? How dare he defile Mingming's body, an unforgivable sin!

After dressing, he composed himself before stepping out of the bath.

Upon seeing him, Qianfan immediately greeted him with a smile, taking his hand and leading him to the dining table: "Your Highness, are you hungry? Come and have some breakfast."

Kui forcefully shook off his hand, "Don't touch me!"

"Your Highness..." Qianfan stared blankly at him, wondering what he had done to anger him.

Kui glanced at the time, a cold smile playing on his lips: Mingming would probably be back soon. He turned to the bewildered Qianfan standing to the side, "Don't bother with breakfast, I'm not hungry at all. I'm going somewhere right now, come with me."

"Where are we going?" Qianfan had no choice but to follow him.

The six young men and women assigned by Mingye surrounded them: "Where is Your Highness taking your master? Do you need us to come along?"

"No need! None of you are coming, all of you stay in the palace." How could Kui allow anyone else to thwart his plans?

But the six loyal young men did not obey, only casting questioning glances at their master—Qianfan.

But how could Qianfan go against the young prince's wishes? He merely smiled wryly and stopped the others from following: "You don't need to come. Listen to the young prince and stay." To them, his words were an order they could not disobey.

Kui walked hurriedly, afraid that if he was late, Mingming would catch up. He walked quickly, heading straight down the road, out of Shuntian City.

Qianfan followed closely behind, exhausted and dizzy, but dared not utter a sound. Today, the child's gaze towards him was strange, completely unlike the gentle and affectionate look he used to have. There was even a strange disgust and contempt in his eyes, which saddened and frightened Qianfan.

Outside Shuntian City, a Limo was parked. Qianfan felt the car looked familiar; he must have seen it somewhere before.

From afar, the person inside the car came out to greet the young prince, bowing slightly. He was a very handsome young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, a little older and taller than the young prince. The young man smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth, and joked familiarly, "Why did you suddenly think of me, you womanizing jerk? Oh, right... where's your 'bodyguard' from last time?" He glanced around before noticing Qian Fan rushing over.

Qian Fan remembered that this man was one of the friends the young prince had met when he left the palace last time. He smiled slightly at the young man, then stood quietly to the side, wiping the cold sweat that kept pouring from his forehead. His face was as pale as paper, and he was breathing heavily, but the young prince didn't even glance at him.

"Ji Yufan, don't waste time, let's go. Didn't you say you had a very 'special' shop under your company, and you've always wanted me to go and broaden my horizons?"

"Oh... okay." Although puzzled, the eldest son of the Ji family still opened the car door and welcomed the two into the car. "Why are you suddenly interested in my shop?" Out of politeness, he gave the back seat to the guest and sat next to the driver himself.

"You, go sit in the front." Kui pointed to the front of the car, giving Qianfan an impolite order, then turned to Ji Yufan: "You sit next to me."

Ji Yufan glanced at the two of them, not daring to say anything, and could only obey. The young prince seemed a bit strange today. Last time they met, he had pampered him like a treasure, so why was he ordering him around now?

The car started moving, and Kui pressed a button to raise the partition window, separating the front and back seats so that the person in the front seat couldn't hear the conversation in the back. He smiled slightly: Mingming, it seems you still can't make it in time.

"Ji Yufan, do you think if I take him to your place for a public auction, I can get a good price?"

"Huh?" The eldest son of the Ji family didn't understand for a moment. "Who do you want to sell?" The young prince in front of him raised an eyebrow at the front seat. "Him?" Ji Yufan gasped, unable to understand how that beautiful and delicate man had offended the young prince to end up like this. "...The person you want to sell...is him?" In Chapter 168 of *

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul* , Mingye was frantic. Only by finding Kui quickly could the mystery be solved. The Heavenly Prince's official celestial warship quickly arrived above Shuntian City. Seeing him anxiously peering out the window, Shen Tianwang felt a little incredulous; his younger brother had never expressed his emotions so openly. He sat quietly beside him for a while, still feeling that his brother was acting strangely today: "Little Kui, what are you worried about? Why have you been acting so odd this morning?" Mingye simply shook his head. From the moment they left the Heavenly Palace's airspace, he had been pondering how to distract his shrewd elder brother, the Crown Prince. Instant teleportation would certainly be faster than taking the celestial warship to his destination, but it would also increase the risk of his secret being discovered. While Shen Tianwang found his quiet brother somewhat strange, he also felt happy that Little Kui had become so obedient. Before, he would easily throw tantrums and have an unpredictable temper, causing much suffering to those around him. The spaceship landed, and Shen Tianwang helped his younger brother into the wheelchair. After settling him in, he took a thin blanket and covered his knees. Mingye had a strange feeling, as if the person beside him, caring for him, was still his beloved Hengye brother, who always silently tolerated and tried his best to fulfill his unreasonable demands. After covering him with the blanket, the person looked up, and the illusion shattered instantly—it was not Hengye brother after all, only the love in his eyes was the same. "Brother," Mingye lowered his head and mumbled softly, "Thank you." His elder brother, the Crown Prince, widened his eyes in alarm and quickly placed his hand on his forehead: "Heavens, Xiao Kui, are you sick or did you take the wrong medicine?!" Mingye chuckled and took his hand away, "This is enough, I'll go in myself." "Be careful," his elder brother repeatedly reminded him, "You're not fully recovered yet, don't push yourself too hard. Come back quickly after you see Mingming, understand?" If it were his younger brother from before, he would have impatiently walked away long ago. For some reason, his younger brother not only patiently listened to him finish speaking today, but also mischievously laughed at him, "Alright, brother, you're so long-winded. Am I not capable of taking care of myself now? Stop worrying." With that, he awkwardly maneuvered his wheelchair off the celestial warship. Watching his brother's retreating figure, Shen Tianwang, unsure whether to be surprised or delighted, stood there muttering to himself, "Something's wrong, there must be something wrong..." The barrier he had set up, of course, couldn't stop him. Mingye entered the palace grounds, and unsurprisingly, two boys appeared before him—Xiao Tian and Xiao Di. They asked rudely, "What are you doing here again?" Sure enough! Kui had come last night. But why hadn't anyone reported it to him? Mingye thought for a moment, then remembered that he had gotten completely drunk yesterday, returned to the palace staggering, and had dismissed everyone early, then rolled around in bed with Qianfan. Sigh! He sighed, "I need to speak with Mingye." "Who are you? How dare you address the young prince by his name?" The two boys' expressions were already unfriendly. Xiaotian said, "You'd better leave. This morning, the young prince took his master out and isn't in the palace."

"They've gone out?" Mingye's heart sank. Why did Kui bring Qianfan with him? Could it be that, like him, he was also in a hurry to go to the Heavenly Palace to find him and clarify the matter of the soul swap? Mingye quickly dismissed this idea. If he was just seeking confirmation from him, Kui wouldn't need to bring Qianfan along. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed, and he felt very uneasy.

"Your Highness doesn't like others disturbing this place. You should leave immediately, or don't blame us for being rude."

Mingye ignored them and activated his Heavenly Soul to search for the two people's aura. Kui intended to kill Qianfan and had already concealed his aura completely. How could he find it so easily? After searching for a long time with his spiritual energy without any results, Mingye made an unexpected discovery: an extremely strange fluctuation was emanating from his room. His expression changed, and before the two people in front of him could stop him, he had already used teleportation to rush into the room. Looking around, he indeed found a remnant magic circle under the imperial bed. Because it was too powerful, even after a long time since it was activated, the spiritual energy on it had not completely dissipated.

Mingye approached the bedside, carefully reading the incantation, his expression growing increasingly grim. Even though the magic circle was nearly dissipating, leaving only incomplete incantations, he still recognized it—the Illusionary Soul Curse! This was the Illusionary Soul Curse! Someone had actually set up such a dangerous array under his bed, and he hadn't even noticed. The person who set it up possessed unfathomable power, perhaps even greater than his own…

…Was it Kui? Why would he do this?

Just as he was filled with confusion, his celestial soul suddenly stirred—

he had once given Qianfan a blue crystal earring, made from a fragment of his own celestial soul. Whenever danger arose, it would respond to Qianfan's cries for help and protect him.

Mingye sensed his celestial soul being activated remotely, but due to strong interference, he couldn't pinpoint its location.

"Kui, what are you doing?" Mingye abruptly pushed aside his wheelchair and stood up. "Oolong!" he shouted, summoning the spirit beast that was sleeping soundly with the baby in the cradle to his side. His extreme unease left him no time to pay attention to his physical defects. Pointing towards the door, he commanded, "Go, take me to where Kui is!"

The spirit beast rushed out, roaring to the sky. Under a dazzling halo, it revealed its true form—

a gigantic dragon of light, its wingspan covering half the sky, stirring up layers of dust. Mingye leaped onto its back: "Go!"

The dragon shot like an arrow, soaring into the heavens, roaring past as it flew towards its other master.

The Heavenly Soul Chronicles 169

Nightclub wasn't only open at night. Inside, a scene of extravagant indulgence unfolded, blurring the lines between day and night.

Its scale and opulent decor

were among the best in the industry. This was one of Ji Yufan's proudest properties, and he often eagerly awaited and welcomed his old friend, the young prince, for pleasure. After all, those in high positions often felt repressed; coming here to find a beautiful woman to vent their frustrations was beneficial to their mental and physical well-being. But he also knew Mingye's character. Although he often said he would definitely come and see him if he had time, it was just talk. If he wanted, he could have any beauty he wanted; the beauties in the Demon Palace were a hundred times better than those in the mortal world.

Upon arriving at the door, a servant bowed to greet him.

"Your Highness, are you really going in?" Ji Yufan grabbed his arm before he could step inside.

"Let go! You dare touch this body?!" Kui disgustedly shook off his hand, raising an eyebrow in displeasure. "You're getting bolder and bolder! Do you even have the right to question my decisions?"

Ji Yufan sheepishly withdrew his hand, glancing with a troubled expression at the man following behind. He remembered that the last time they met, the young prince had shown him such deep affection and doting love. He hadn't expected that only three months later, the prince would despise him and even try to sell him in a nightclub. And he was probably still completely unaware of his impending fate. Indeed, the heart of an emperor is the most ruthless. Ji Yufan began to feel sorry for this ill-fated man.

Qianfan, of course, knew what kind of business this place did. His lover was still an innocent child in his eyes, and fearing he might be corrupted in such a place, he stepped forward to persuade him, "Your Highness, this kind of place isn't for someone your age. Let's not go in, okay?"

Kui looked at him, narrowing her eyes, "This kind of place isn't unfamiliar to you, is it? I just want to see what kind of life you lived before you met me."

Those words pierced Qianfan's heart like a sharp needle. His mind went blank; he couldn't utter a word, only clenching his trembling fists and following behind the child.

The lights of the brothel were dim and hazy. Every step Qianfan took felt like walking on clouds, as if one wrong step would plunge him into an abyss of no return. The lewd atmosphere instilled an instinctive fear in him. He consciously or unconsciously hid his senses, avoiding the various erotic scenes unfolding around him.

Suddenly, the light intensified, and he couldn't adjust, shielding his eyes with his hand. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized he was in an elegant suite.

"Take off your clothes," the child said coldly, but Qianfan stood frozen, motionless. A malicious sneer flashed in the child's eyes, chilling Qianfan to the bone: "What? You don't want to? Weren't you trying to seduce me in the palace? Why are you putting on an act now that we're in a different place?" Kui walked up to him, tilting her head back and laughing as she asked, "Have you forgotten your origins after being raised for a few months?" His smile vanished, replaced by rage: "Take them off! Take them all off, now!"

Qianfan took a step back and knelt before the child: "Your Highness, I... did I do something to upset you? Tell me, I'll change. Please don't... don't do this, I..."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Kui grabbed his collar, threw him onto the bed, and began tearing at his clothes without mercy.

Qianfan frantically tried to protect him, on the verge of tears: "Your Highness...stop...please, stop! I...I don't want this...What's wrong with you today? Why...why are you doing this to me?"

His

clothes were torn to shreds, just like his wounded heart. He couldn't overcome the child's strength; his fair, jade-like body was gradually exposed, even his underwear was gone. Completely at a loss, he could only sob helplessly under the child's unfamiliar gaze. Love was gone; he clearly saw that in those beautiful silver eyes, there was nothing but disgust. He couldn't understand why, in just one night, His Highness had become a completely different person, no longer caring for or loving him. His world seemed to have crumbled overnight.

"Your Highness...Your Highness..." he cried out in heartbreak and despair, trying to convince himself that this was just a nightmare, that when he woke up, His Highness would still be by his side, everything would be as before. Yes, this must be a nightmare! He gave up resisting, only gazing at the child with sorrowful eyes, tears streaming down his face.

His hands were bound above his head, encased in a thick, serpentine rope. The knot was specially made, intended for use in bed. It secured his wrists, and once tightened, no amount of strength could break free. The other end of the rope hung from the ceiling; a gentle pull would lift Qianfan up to an extremely precarious height, preventing him from standing or kneeling. His entire weight rested on his bound wrists.

Besides the young prince, there were others in the room, and his naked body was on full display.

He was clearly a man; his genitals, though not impressive, were undeniably present. Yet his breasts were fuller than a woman's, white and firm, rising and falling with his breath, a sight to behold. Everyone stared wide-eyed at this bizarre body, speechless with shock. The gaze was like a sharp knife, slowly torturing Qianfan from head to toe. He wished he could die at that moment. He looked pleadingly at the young prince, but the child's face was cold and indifferent, even showing a smug smirk. More than the humiliation imposed on him, the young prince's cold eyes broke Qianfan's heart.

Ji Yufan reluctantly averted his gaze, summoned all the waiters in the room to his side, and then bowed to the young prince: "It seems we should take our leave now. Please enjoy yourself, Your Highness."

"Wait!" Kui stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "If you take everyone away, what kind of show will I have left to watch? Hey, you lot," he pointed to four or five burly men among the waiters, "Go over there! Serve him properly."

The men glanced at their boss's face. The eldest son of the Ji family, who had already decided to leave, stopped in his tracks, not daring to move an inch. The men below dared not disobey the child's orders. They came to the bedside and, half curious and half expectant, began to grope Qianfan. Qianfan was utterly terrified. The young prince had actually sent people to humiliate him. Why? Why? If he truly loathed his filthy body, why had the young prince rescued him from the clan leader that day? And why had he gone to such lengths to comfort him afterwards? Were all those sweet words just lies?

As several men surrounded him, Qianfan was terrified and went limp. The shop's staff were specially trained, their seductive techniques exceptionally skilled. Two men first approached the bed, one on each side, lifting Qianfan's two long, slender, white legs and spreading them wide apart.

A cool sensation between his legs jolted Qianfan awake; his secret of being androgynous was now completely exposed to everyone. Amidst astonished gazes, his soft breasts were quickly violated. A masculine scent enveloped him as two mouths came to his chest, taking his rosy nipples into their mouths, their tongues circling the sensitive areolas, licking and sucking, then suddenly sucking upwards—

"Ah..." Qianfan groaned uncontrollably, his body arching forward in a beautiful curve, arousing the men's lust. "No...don't touch me...ah...no..." He twisted his body, but no matter what he did, he couldn't escape being kissed and caressed. Gradually, he lost control of his body. He resisted, but sweet juice flowed from his nipples in the man's mouth. The men, encountering this androgynous descendant of a demon for the first time, never imagined that sucking his nipples could actually produce milk. They were thrilled and eagerly sucked on his large breasts, filling the room with shameful sucking sounds…

“Ah…no…no no!” Qianfan cried out, “Stop! No…Your Highness, Your Highness…”

“So noisy!” Kui walked over and stuffed a torn piece of clothing into his mouth. He angrily ran his hand over Qianfan's wet chest, finally settling on his lower abdomen. “Don't just play with his breasts. He's pregnant, his lower body is very lewd, with even more juice. Why not let him and his child taste your power?” He said, then immediately withdrew. Qianfan's lower body was quickly filled with the man's fingers, digging in and out, the juices flowing onto the sheets. In Chapter

170 of "The Legend of the Heavenly Soul,

" Qianfan desperately tried to break free, preferring death to further suffering. The events had unfolded too suddenly, catching him completely off guard. While he was still immersed in happiness, he was betrayed by the person he loved most… The pain was unbearable. He wanted to know the reason. The young prince could despise him, but at least he should consider the child in his womb. That little life had been hard-won, something he had protected with all his might. How could the young prince bear to part with it? How could he abandon this baby who had survived such a calamity?

Qianfan's questions remained unspoken; a rag was stuffed tightly into his mouth. He could only stare at the young prince, his body swaying with passion, his soft moans mingling with the soft groans, silently asking—why?

Kui sat in a chair, a glass of champagne in hand, watching her rival suffer while savoring the drink with pleasure. "

Mingming, you see clearly how despicable this man is!" "A thousand men have lain on his jade-like arms, ten thousand have tasted his crimson lips." What use is someone like that to you? He's filthy, a complete prostitute! How dare he sleep beside you? How dare he touch your body? How dare he have your love?

At least four men's fingers were inserted into Qianfan's anus, not to mention her wet vagina, which was being pulled and tugged open, forcibly widening those two tight openings.

"Mmm...mmm..." It hurts, it's so painful. Naked and tied up, being finger-raped by a group of men, and then having her shameful state witnessed by the young prince, Qianfan felt as if her chest was being ripped open. No!! No!! Stop it! Never before has rape made her feel so desperate. In the past, when she was violated, at least she could beg the young prince to take her away from that nightmare, but this time, what could she hope for?

No—no!!!

Before collapsing, he screamed inwardly…

and then, a sudden change occurred—

responding to his cry for help, a beam of blue light shot out from his earlobe, so bright that everyone could not open their eyes. Instantly, screams and wails erupted. After a few blunt sounds of impact, the blue light gradually faded, and everything returned to normal.

Qianfan weakly opened his eyelids and saw that the men who had been surrounding him were all lying motionless on the ground.

“Damn bitch, how dare you hurt this body?!” With a furious shout, Kui slammed his fist on the table. The burst of spiritual energy had also affected him; the glass in his hand shattered, and in the midst of the shock, shards of glass cut his fingers. “Bitch! Do you know how precious Mingming’s body is? Damn it, how dare you hurt him?!” Kui was enraged. He grabbed the champagne bottle on the table, blocked the spout with his finger, and slammed it down heavily. The bottle didn’t break, but the alcohol inside gushed out of the spout like mad. Aoi rushed to the bedside and forcefully shoved the bottle into Qianfan's lower body...

"Ugh... Ugh!!!" Qianfan shook his head desperately, feeling a jet of water rush into his body like a high-pressure fountain in his panic. His body's natural reaction was to contract his muscles to expel the foreign object, but the child's hand, gripping the champagne bottle, relentlessly pushed it deeper into him. He kicked a few times, and the gushing wine all rushed into his body, filling his intestines. He finally couldn't bear the pain of the enema and fainted.

Aoi looked at his swollen belly and found it extremely offensive. He pulled out the bottle, raised it high, and smashed it down on Qianfan's stomach, but at the same time, the blue crystal, which was connected to its owner's mind, flashed a threatening light.

Kui reluctantly put down the wine bottle, concentrated her spiritual power at her fingertips, and picked up the crystal on his ear to examine it closely. Her expression changed drastically: "Bastard! Mingming actually gave such an important thing to you, you worthless wretch?! He... he's really confused!" Kui gritted her teeth in hatred, turned around and coldly ordered the eldest son of the Ji family: "Go! Dress him up properly, and then take him to the auction house."

Today's auction house was full of exciting moments and unprecedentedly hot. After several beautiful children were bid on one after another, the guests finally saw the final item—a naked man with fair skin and handsome features was pushed to the center of the display stand. The man's eyes were closed, and the guests could see clearly through the large screen that his eyebrows and eyes were very handsome, but his forehead was slightly furrowed, and his expression was sad, which made people feel sorry for him.

He sat in a specially made chair that was slightly reclined, his hands were tied to the armrests on both sides, and his long hair cascaded down his back. Her full breasts were exposed, her nipples a deep, blood-red color, glistening with moisture, clearly having just been touched and aroused. The men present were all thrilled, exclaiming, "Truly a pair of exceptionally lustful breasts!" He wore specially made underwear, the material incredibly tough, impervious to ordinary knives and scissors. A hole in the almost transparent fabric revealed his clean, flesh-colored penis, bound with coils of metal wire, causing it to swell and bulge with purple veins. A tasseled gold hairpin was inserted into a small hole at the tip.

The camera slowly moved between his legs. At the opportune moment, the staff spread his legs, allowing everyone a clear view. He had two orifices between his legs, each pierced by an enormous penis. Because the underwear was so tight, both penises were deeply embedded within them. At this moment, a staff member turned on the remote control, and the guests gasped in amazement as the penises in both orifices began to vibrate rapidly—

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The unconscious man appeared to be in unbearable pain, instinctively groaning and moaning. The soft sounds, amplified by the microphone, echoed throughout the auction hall, making everyone inside feel aroused, staring at the naked body on the stage, hoping to see more, and even hoping to touch that beautiful, captivating male body.

The host began raising the price: "This is no ordinary commodity. This man..." His hand reached to the commodity's chest, grasping one soft nipple and gently squeezing it a few times. A few drops of thick, white fluid spurted from the small opening at the nipple. A gasp of astonishment swept through the audience. The host continued, "He is the offspring of a human and a demon, hence his naturally extraordinary physique. He is hermaphroditic and can produce milk; he is a truly unique beauty."

The bidders below erupted in excitement, unable to contain themselves as they competed to bid. The cacophony of bids made the host unsure which to respond to first. Just as everyone was arguing heatedly, faces flushed and unwilling to yield—suddenly, a loud "boom" resounded, and the entire venue shook violently, as if struck by an earthquake. Plaster dust fell from the ceiling, and everyone panicked, thinking there had been a massive explosion. Chaos erupted as people scattered in all directions.

Of course, it wasn't an explosion. Aoi remained calm and composed, sitting in the VIP section, leisurely sipping her drink, making no attempt to escape.

A short while later, a large hole appeared in the ceiling, and a snow-white divine beast gracefully descended—

"Kui, don't you think this joke is going too far?" Kui looked at the person standing before him. It was strange; that was originally his body, used for sixteen years, and he was tired of seeing it. Now, with a

different soul

inside, he was surprised to find himself looking so dashing and heroic. Before

the light dragon could even stand still, Mingye had already leaped down from its back. His black hair, shimmering with a purplish-gold luster, billowed in the wind, then flowed down his back like a stream. His body, weakened from three years of slumber, was extremely weak, but he was desperate to save someone and couldn't care less about anything else. Facing Kui, he gritted his teeth, standing ramrod straight, his face deep and tinged with anger.

In contrast to his shocked and angry expression, Kui remained calm. Everything was unfolding as he had expected. He simply crossed his arms, waiting for Mingye to tell him personally how important this person was to him.

The two were evenly matched, each fully aware of the other's abilities. Mingye, not wanting to openly confront Kui, swallowed his anger and walked to Qianfan's side. He untied Qianfan's hands from the chair and tenderly examined him. Seeing no obvious injuries, his anxiety eased slightly. Not far from them, some unfortunate soul had been knocked unconscious by falling debris. Mingye quickly went over, stripped the man's shirt off, and gave it to Qianfan.

"Mingming, listen to me, throw him away." Kui's tone was as casual as advising someone to throw away an empty Coke bottle. Mingye frowned, about to snap, when Kui added, "Before he breaks your heart."

"He's mine! Why should I listen to you?" Mingye glared at Kui resentfully. He had always indulged Kui; when had he ever given him a hard time? Kui was also used to Mingye's complete obedience. This time, he was startled by the aloofness and severity in Mingye's tone. His panic was compounded by his arrogance and resentment.

"Why should I?" he sneered. "Do you even have a brain? There are plenty of trash like him everywhere. I'm only teaching him a lesson for your own good..."

"Shut up!" Mingye roared, turning his anger towards the stunned young master of the Ji family: "Ji Yufan, I think you're tired of living! This nightclub was only opened because I gave it special treatment, and you dare to sell my man here?!"

"Huh?" The innocent young master of the Ji family, caught in the crossfire, was completely bewildered: "Master... he, he's your man? How come I didn't know?" Wasn't this nightclub opened with the help of the young prince? Wasn't the person on stage the young prince's male concubine? Why was it Master Kui who was questioning him?

Caught between two powerful figures, he was unwilling to suffer this injustice. Offending either side was bad. Ji Yufan hurriedly bowed and scraped, trying to exonerate himself: "Please settle your grudges yourselves, Your Highnesses. I've decided not to keep you company." With that, he slipped away.

The remaining two were still staring at each other.

Mingye was truly angry with Kui, refusing to even exchange a few words with him. He snorted and turned away, wanting only to carry Qianfan away.

"Wait!" Kui's deep voice sounded from behind him. "Leave him here! I'm determined to kill him today, and no one can protect him. Mingming, he's just a male concubine; he's not worth opposing me. If you trust me, let me get rid of him, so you won't be heartbroken later. If you're stubborn, I...I'll..." He didn't really have a plan.

Mingye glanced back, waiting for him to say the next sentence, but after a long while, nothing came of it. "What exactly did Qianfan do to offend you? Why did you have to hurt him for no reason? If I have offended you in any way, please come at me directly, instead of always using the people around me as a pretext. Last time it was Liujia, this time it's him. Kui, just because I can forgive you once doesn't mean I can tolerate you forever. Don't take this seriously and provoke me!"

"You... Ha, hahaha!" Kui burst into laughter, "Mingming, you're such a pig-brain! Everyone can see clearly how much I care for you, except for you, you idiot. My god, how can you be so stupid? Have you even investigated the background of the person you're holding right now? You actually dared to challenge me for his sake, no one will pity you when you cry your eyes out!"

"Of course I know what kind of person Qianfan is! I don't need anyone's pity!" Mingye retorted fiercely, then, without looking back, he leaped onto the back of the light dragon.

A jet-black divine whip swept over, encircling his arm, the whip's force pulling him off the dragon's back.

Kui's body simply wasn't strong enough to land safely on the ground while holding a man. Even though Mingye had used all his strength to protect Qianfan in his arms, Qianfan was still awakened by the pain upon impact.

"Hmm..." He opened his eyes, looked up, and found himself being tightly held in the arms of the boy named Kui. "Ah, you... why are you here?" he asked weakly.

Mingye was happy to see him awake, but before he could say a word, Kui, who had taken over his body, spoke first: "Come here, don't go near him, come to me." He was clearly speaking to Qianfan, and deliberately softened his tone. Upon hearing the little prince's voice, Qianfan immediately turned around. He saw his beloved child standing not far away, arms outstretched to welcome him: "Come here, be good!"

"Little prince..." he smiled. The little prince hadn't abandoned him; what had just happened was indeed just a nightmare. He wanted to return to the little prince's side immediately! She barely moved when the boy beside her held her even tighter.

"Don't go over there, Qianfan, he's lying to you, he's not me!" Mingye hurriedly explained, but with Kui's face right in front of him, he only got more confused. "Kui, stop fooling around, quickly switch our bodies back."

"No!" Kui laughed happily, "I think it's quite fun now."

Qianfan began to struggle gently in Mingye's arms, "Let me go... let me go..." He didn't notice the little prince's malicious smile.

"He's the liar, he's going to kidnap you!" Kui never changed his expression when lying, adding a touch of deceptive anxiety as he pulled out a piece of evidence from his pocket: "You haven't forgotten this, have you?"

Qianfan and Mingye looked at it together, only to see a golden ring in his palm.

"With this ring as proof, I am the real little prince."

"Kui, you're so despicable!" Mingye hugged his lover tightly, preventing him from moving. After all the commotion today, Kui's body was already exhausted. Qianfan, desperate to return to "Little Prince's" side, struggled relentlessly, and finally managed to break free. He struggled to his feet and staggered towards "Little Prince."

Mingye, pushed to the ground by Qianfan, was still panting heavily. Seeing Qianfan approach Kui, he could almost see the black whip hidden behind Kui's back, ready to strike. "Don't go... Qianfan, you... stay away from him! Don't go!" But no matter how much he shouted, Qianfan wouldn't listen, getting closer and closer to Kui. Desperate, Mingye recklessly activated his Heavenly Soul, unleashing his body's potential. He teleported behind Qianfan, grabbed him, and yelled, "Qianfan, you idiot! You're driving me crazy!"

Kui's whip lashed out, but missed completely, as no one had appeared before him. "

Escape ? Very well, Mingming, go ahead and try. 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 operated the vibration of the two enormous phalluses inside Qianfan's body. Kui put the item in his pocket and left the venue with elegant and calm steps.

As he expected, Mingye's teleportation didn't allow him and Qianfan to reach their destination. Halfway there, their spiritual energy suddenly dried up, and they couldn't continue. Their bodies plummeted from the sky. The speed of free fall was nothing to the little demon king, but Qianfan was caught in the blast of air, struggling to breathe, his face flushed with discomfort.

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

The falling speed increased, and as they passed through the clouds, the scenery on the ground gradually became clearer. He tried again and again, but he couldn't send out his spiritual energy, let alone transmit it to their destination. The Little Demon King panicked. In the nick of time, he urgently chanted the Wind Control Spell. Wind arose from his heart, and a powerful airflow rose from the ground, supporting their bodies, but not completely stopping their descent, only slowing their speed. Using the wind, the Little Demon King nimbly spun in the air, reversing the flow of the fall. 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, and in the instant he fainted, Mingye mischievously thought: It's okay! Anyway, it's Kui's body, 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. There was a constant "rumbling" sound in his ears, like a train running through his head. He tried to get up, rubbing his forehead, but found the pillow very comfortable and the height just right, so he suddenly didn't want to get up anymore.

"You're awake?"

Hearing Qianfan's voice, Mingye's eyes instantly cleared. He stared wide-eyed, and there stood 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 injured your bones. It's a pity there's no medicine here." Qianfan helped him lie back down on her lap.

"Ugh..." The little devil felt dizzy from the sudden movement. After lying still for a while, he realized the surrounding light was dim. They had ended up in a desolate wilderness. He had probably been unconscious for a long time. The sky was overcast; it was already evening, and the last rays of the setting sun were fading.

As night fell, a cold wind blew, and the cold-sensitive Mingye shivered.

"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. Thinking this, he felt uneasy: "Are you this gentle with everyone?"

Qianfan immediately released him awkwardly. For some reason, he felt a special connection to 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. 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!" 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 like him? So willful, so cruel, he actually..."

"How can he not be like him? He's like him from head to toe!" Qianfan's eyes reddened with anger, stubbornly arguing with him to the end: "Don't say bad things about His Highness, I... cough, cough cough..."

"Okay, okay! Like him! Very much like him, extremely much like him... Don't get excited, or you'll have another attack." Mingye cursed himself inwardly: What's the point of arguing? He had inexplicably angered Qianfan. 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 use this guy, Kui. He sat up, pulled Qianfan to his chest, 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, Qianfan could no longer deceive himself that what had happened today was all a nightmare.

He nestled against the boy's chest, feeling inexplicably safe, as if the little prince's actions today hadn't caused him much heartache.

“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, “Don’t hold back. You can use any means to capture them. I want to see them alive or dead! Understand?”

In the

early winter wilderness, the weather was chilly. The little demon king, 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 sad seeing this, but was too embarrassed to hug him. The little boy didn’t seem to want to be hugged either, so he 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 wearing a thin shirt, his long legs bare, without even shoes. He waited for the child to wake up, enduring the cold and hunger of the past half-day, while also worrying about wild animals lurking nearby. His health was already poor, and this series of events, coupled with his anxiety and fear, caused him to develop a low-grade fever.

Without a word, the little devil took off his thick outer robe and went to drape it over him. Qianfan, of course, refused, pushing and refusing for a while. Mingye impatiently exclaimed, "You have a baby in your belly! I'm not afraid you'll be cold, I'm afraid he'll get cold!" One sentence, and Qianfan immediately obeyed. A blush rose to his face, and he clutched his robe, shrinking back shyly. "Um… how did you know?"

"Tch! What don't I know?" Mingye irritably picked up his stiff, frozen feet and gently massaged them.

"Mmm…"

Although the child's technique was clumsy, Qianfan still groaned comfortably, the blood circulation in his feet improving, gradually warming them 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 wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he swayed, collapsing to the ground.

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

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

"Don't sleep! You can't sleep, Qianfan!" Mingye anxiously patted his face, then pressed his ear to his heart to listen. Sure enough, the heartbeat was gradually weakening. Mingye's heart ached so much he almost cried. In this desolate wilderness, with nothing at all, what was he supposed to do? "Don't sleep, Qianfan, wake up! Wake up!"

Qianfan was shaken awake, 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 weak body, Mingye thought and thought, and finally gave up his stubbornness, using Kui's hand to gently massage Qianfan's chest. 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 had penetrated to his very bones.

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

"Is that the Demon Clan's fleet?!" Mingye, considering his current state, knew the Demon Clan's army wasn't there to rescue him. "Qianfan, get up, run!"

Qianfan, confused, was dragged along by the child, but how could he run fast with his exhausted body? He collapsed to the ground after only a few steps. Mingye tried to lift him up, but lacked the strength. Just as the searchlights on the spaceship were about to illuminate their location, the little demon king, with sharp eyes, spotted a nearby embankment, quickly grabbed Qianfan, and rolled down it. The searchlights barely grazed their clothes. The roar of the machinery gradually faded into the distance. Mingye listened intently for a moment, "It's alright..." Before he could even catch his breath, a second spaceship glided overhead. Judging from the smooth, clear engine sound, it was the latest model, equipped with advanced detection equipment. The small embankment was probably no longer any 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 above him, clearly having noticed the anomaly on the ground.

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

"Over there..." Qianfan weakly pointed to a spot a few steps away from them: "There's a stream... we can dive into the water... and hide..."

How cold would the water be on a winter night?

Even if the Little Demon King could endure it, Qianfan, pregnant, would absolutely not be able to withstand that kind of cold. Seeing the child's hesitation, Qianfan gritted his teeth, pulled the child, and plunged headfirst into the icy, bone-chilling stream.

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

"You..." Qianfan was somewhat stunned. By the moonlight, he could see the child's face clearly. The appearance was unfamiliar, yet why did it feel so familiar? It was truly perplexing: "Who exactly 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 sly smile, like a little fox with its lips pursed, was all too familiar to him. Who else could it be but him? "You are the young prince?!" Qianfan uttered 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 it 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. "Especially here," his hand moved between her legs, "so petite and cute, I can hardly imagine what you 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 continued, "You know he's been with so many men..." 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, I won't be your friend. Who cares about being 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 let you see clearly 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 screamed, turning around to hug his lover, lifting him out of the water, and anxiously asking, "What happened? 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 then reached behind him and found that his plump, round buttocks were also vibrating violently, and slippery liquid was constantly seeping from his underwear. His fingers probed into his buttocks, only to find that a huge, hard object had been inserted into his anus.

Mingye picked him up and leaped out of the water, laying him flat on the ground. The searchlights on the spaceship suddenly shone over, the intense light enveloping the two of them, as bright as day. Qianfan's shirt was soaked and clung to his body, offering no concealment and revealing his exquisite curves. His snow-white body, full breasts, and slender waist were too large for the men's shirt to contain, and the buttons on his chest couldn't be fastened, revealing glimpses of his cleavage. 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! I... 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, like being raped by two giants simultaneously. But his penis was wrapped in metal wire, and a tasseled gold hairpin was inserted at the tip, blocking the exit. He couldn't reach orgasm, but he secreted a lot of semen, which flowed down his thighs.

“Qianfan, just bear with it a little longer, I’ll get it out for you right away.” Mingye reached out to take off his underwear, but there was a very thin leather strap on the waistband that he couldn’t pull off no matter what he did; it was stuck around his pelvis and wouldn’t come off. Mingye then tried to tear the fabric, but the material was extremely tough. He almost pulled out his fingernails, but the thin, transparent layer of material still covered Qianfan’s lower body perfectly…

“Your Highness… ah… ah… ah…” Qianfan’s cries gradually became more urgent and weaker. He was exhausted and about to give up. 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…”

“Bear with it a little longer, Qianfan.” Mingye lay on top of him and kissed his lips. “I’ll help you pull out the gold 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 gold 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's energy grazing his chest, severing the strands of black hair that fluttered at his temples.

Gui Yi pointed his sword at him: "Playing such pointless jokes, 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 Gui Yi's movement trajectory even without looking, and before the whistling sword wind from the right arrived, he had already raised his foot and swept his leg away.

"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, someone stood in front of him, sneering, "You've only mastered thirty percent of your teleportation, yet 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 confessed 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.

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul 177

Looking at his lover's sleeping face, Mingye felt a sense of unreality—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 awakened. Seeing his naked upper body, he shrank back 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, black hair flowing like clouds over his entire back. Mingye patiently gathered his disheveled hair into a ponytail, draped it in front of him, revealing his smooth, white back. Just as he was about to examine him further, 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 cried out "Ouch!" and reached up to grab a handful of hair from his head. Looking down, he saw a few shimmering silver strands of hair lying in his palm, shining like gold threads drawn from platinum. Relieved, he smiled at Qianfan, "You're back, hehe, I'm really back."

Qianfan snatched his hand, tenderly ruffling his hair, frowning reproachfully, "Why are you pulling your hair like that? Does it hurt?"

Mingye grabbed his hand, lifted his waist, and forcefully 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 hesitated, 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, spreading them wide to reveal his private parts. "Oh, this set of torture devices is still here?" It turned out that Qianfan's lower body was still encased in that specially made transparent panty, the two enormous penises stretching his delicate opening to its limit. His poor little mouth, constantly forced to swallow these massive objects, was leaking honey-like fluid, leaving a large puddle on his panty pocket.

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

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

"Tsk tsk, I'm truly impressed. With those two dicks stuck in your pants, you can still sleep so soundly!" Upon hearing this, his lover blushed, turned her face away, biting her lip, exuding a seductive charm that made Mingye's heart tremble. Damn it! With a wife like this, how could anyone bear to die?! He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss Qianfan's body, while inwardly cursing 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 suddenly felt Qianfan's abdomen move.

"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 boundless eroticism. 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 that hot and wet little female hole, and thrust in with a mighty force.

Suddenly filled to the brim, Qianfan struggled to adapt, letting out a tense cry and instantly tightening his vaginal muscles.

"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 brimming with tears, like he was wronged and in pain. His slightly parted lips seemed to want to speak but couldn't, only uttering soft moans, like a child begging for more affection.

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

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

"Don't worry, I'm being careful, I won't hurt the baby." Mingye felt it wasn't enough, so he simply picked up Qianfan and pressed him against him.

"Ah—" Qianfan's head jerked up, being penetrated even deeper. His body, suspended in the 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 being pushed around and swayed from side to side, his two white breasts bouncing up and down, looking pitiful. If he wasn't cared for, he would probably cry from the pain. Mingye thought amusedly, slowly reaching out to hold Qianfan's large breasts firmly. 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 stay put. 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 worriedly at Guiyi, 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, a chill that sent shivers down one's spine. The world of the young prince was beyond his reach, and despite his worry, he couldn't get a word in edgewise. "Sigh..." He sighed softly and followed the palace maids back to his room.

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