[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - 28-30

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 227:

Kidnapping the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son at the birth festival? Have these humans from the Mi Kingdom lost their minds?

The Crown Prince, knowing their plot, didn't stop them, letting them roam freely at the banquet. He must have a well-thought-out plan, a scheme to lure them out without harming Kui, giving the peace-loving gods a pretext to wage war against humanity.

"Your Highness, why are you staring at those people?" After filling his stomach with snacks and fruit, Qianfan finally noticed his child's odd behavior. He followed Mingye's gaze and saw nothing unusual, just a few people dressed as animal trainers, huddled together whispering. Each of them had an animal perched on their shoulder, its appearance strange and unidentifiable. He glanced at the little prince lying on his lap, then looked up at the group of people: "Is there anything strange about them?"

"That one," Mingye pointed, "the one wearing blue clothes, with something...like a lizard wrapped around his arm," he sniffed, snuggling closer to Qianfan, seeking comfort. "It's him! Do you remember the injury I suffered last time? It's here... Hmph! He's the one who shot me with the Heavenly Arrow." He took Qianfan's hand to his chest: "It hurts so much, I almost couldn't go back to see you, boohoo, and it even triggered my Resurrection Spell, I couldn't use my spiritual power for several days."

"It's him?!" Qianfan's gentle eyes suddenly turned cold, even the little devil couldn't help but shiver. Oh dear, people who are usually not easily angered are indeed terrifying when they get angry. "Why... never tell me?" Qianfan was already stiff with anger, glaring fiercely at the other person, his body, which had just recovered, couldn't withstand the sudden surge of anger, "Ugh..." He suddenly clutched his chest, breathing painfully.

"Qianfan!" Mingye was startled and quickly scrambled to his feet, kneeling on the sofa and pulling him into his arms, patting his back to help him catch his breath. "Silly boy, why are you angry? I'm perfectly fine now." The little devil wanted to slap himself. Why did he have to tell Qianfan all this nonsense for no reason? He knew this guy was always protective of his own, but it only made him feel sorry for him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you all this. I'm sorry. Qianfan, be good, it's all in the past, don't be angry anymore, okay?" He coaxed him patiently, and finally, the delicate body in his arms softened and stopped tensing.

The little devil brought him some juice, took a sip himself, then kissed him and fed him little by little.

Shen Tiankui, sitting far away in the seat of honor, saw this scene and crushed the gashapon in his hand, cursing coldly, "Mingming, you will reap what you sow, just you wait..." His eyes had a kind of abnormal madness, making the crown prince next to him tremble with fear. Mingye was invited to the birth festival to comfort Ji Xiaokui, but that audacious little devil dared to bring his male favorite along, openly flirting and behaving indecently. Who was he putting on this show for? Shameless!

Suddenly, the drums thundered in the hall, and the master of ceremonies announced—the evening's song and dance performance was about to begin. Everyone voluntarily stepped aside, clearing a space in the center of the hall to serve as the stage. Maids carried flower baskets, distributing flowers to everyone. As was customary, if the audience found the dance enjoyable, they could throw flowers into the center of the stage as a gesture of respect.

To please His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor's most beloved youngest son, various noble families vied to send their most beautiful young men to form dance troupes and perform at the birth festival. However, most of the children had other commitments, making it difficult to schedule dance practice together. Their preparations were insufficient, and these pampered children, spoiled since childhood, were only good for the sweet and couldn't handle hardship. They were willful, unruly, and arrogant, with few humble ones. They were unwilling to give in to each other, so putting them together to dance was quite a spectacle.

The music had only been going on for a few minutes when problems began to arise one after another: someone stepped on the wrong step, someone stepped on someone else's foot, someone was too nervous and their muscles stiffened, someone accidentally fainted while spinning, and others who were affected cursed loudly. Some boys were too weak to lift girls, and the two fell into a pile. Some people simply refused to dance in a huff and stood in the middle of the stage as a backdrop. The whole dance was a mess of embarrassing and chaotic scenes, and the audience laughed so hard they choked on their food and water, pounding the tables and walls on the sidelines.

"Hahaha...so cute, I'm dying of laughter." Qianfan laughed until tears streamed down his face. Seeing his attention diverted and his anger gone, the little devil also chuckled uncontrollably. The poor boys and girls, who had never experienced such humiliation, were utterly embarrassed by everyone's laughter. As soon as the music stopped, they couldn't wait to escape back to their families for comfort. The meticulously choreographed group dance ended in a comical fashion, but the atmosphere was lively. Many people threw flowers onto the stage as a sign of respect. Several young palace maids moved through the area, picking up the flowers and handing them to the young people who had just danced. Those who received the flowers...oh dear, their feelings were complicated—a mix of joy, shyness, and a tiny bit of...unworthyness. In a moment of excitement, Qianfan grabbed his flowers and was about to throw them away.

"Hey!" Mingye shouted, glaring at him.

Qianfan stared blankly back, "What's wrong?" The palace maid Xiaoyue whispered in his ear, "Your Highness will be going on stage soon." Qianfan suddenly realized, nodded repeatedly, quickly threw the flowers into the field, and turned back to say seriously, "Your Highness, you have to do your best." Mingye was so annoyed that his lips twitched, unable to speak.

Soon the master of ceremonies announced: The next dance will be performed by His Highness Mingye of the Demon Clan.

After the little demon king walked onto the stage angrily in his high heels, Qianfan dared to cautiously ask Xiaoyue, "Hey, does His Highness seem angry?"

Xiaoyue really admired her master's cluelessness and replied weakly, "It's not 'seems,' he is definitely angry."

"Why?" Qianfan was full of confusion.

"I don't know." Even Xiaoyue couldn't help but tease him, "Guess."

Qianfan was speechless with anger.

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 228:

With the ten-day deadline fast approaching, Gui Yi reappeared in Shuntian City. In one hand, he held the Cold Moon Blade given to him by the young prince, and in the other, a box about a foot wide. The Chenglong family was once one of the three most prominent noble families of the demon race, but now, under the young prince's suppression, its former glory was gone. He had fallen from a noble young master to a wanted criminal, worse off than even a commoner, living a life of constant hiding. But the demon race only had the right to survive under the protection of Shuntian City. Outside the territory under Shuntian City's jurisdiction, no matter where they hid, the beautiful yet sinful demon race was always feared, hated, and rejected by the world.

With nowhere else to go, he had no choice but to return, not for himself, but for the hundreds of loyal retainers who had remained steadfastly devoted to the Chenglong family. He knew that his fleeing family had been living under the young prince's watchful eye all along. If he didn't do something soon, the young master of Shuntian City might one day lose patience and wipe out those hundreds of lives, even if they were all demons of the same lineage. After all, that ruthless young master had murdered his brother to seize the throne. He wouldn't even blink when he killed. What was hateful was that he had to force himself to be just as heartless, personally cutting off his uncle's head and offering it up before he would let the Chenglong family go. But what crime had his uncle committed? He had only played with the young prince's male concubine. Demons were naturally promiscuous; it was common for a concubine to be defiled by multiple men. Why should his uncle have to pay with his life to atone for this?

Outrageous!

Unfortunately, he was outmatched! The young prince had once said that if he could one day ride on his back, he wouldn't have to endure his oppression, nor would he allow the power of life and death over his family to fall into the prince's hands. Gui Yi sadly stroked the box beside him. Before the palace gates of Shuntian City, he finally saw the road ahead clearly and made up his mind.

On the way into the city, all he needed to do was draw his Cold Moon Blade, and no one would dare stop him. But when he reached his palace atop the city wall, he learned that the young prince had already departed early that evening to attend the birth ceremony at the Heavenly Palace. Gui Yi had no other choice but to wait outside the palace gates, patiently awaiting the young prince's return.

Outside the impenetrable barrier, he could vaguely see the scene inside the room, with many figures moving about. The master of the palace wasn't here; these servants were moving around far too frequently. Suspicion arose within him, and he cautiously approached, hiding in the shadows of the trees. He saw several people emerge from inside. A servant led the way, followed by two young palace maids, each carrying an infant, and a man and a woman kept watch at the rear. Their movements were suspicious, and they quickly followed the palace path, exiting the barrier.

Gui Yi blocked their path. "Hey! You lot, what are you doing

, sneaking around like that?" Both sides were startled upon seeing each other. Those palace maids and servants were none other than Feng Huaxue and Xiao Tian Xiao Di, who served the young prince. Gui Yi recognized them, and they remembered him too. Neither of them had expected to meet here.

Meanwhile, in the Jing Bi Kong meeting place, cheers and applause continued to erupt. In contrast to the audience's enthusiastic engagement, the dancers on stage were driven to despair. What dance could possibly stump our little demon king? It's said that the demon race's dance skills have reached a level of unparalleled mastery; how could the little demon king possibly embarrass himself? He was originally brimming with confidence, even if the Heavenly Prince deliberately made things difficult for him, forcing him to perform the most prestigious dance, "Phoenix Perching on the Wutong Tree," he could handle it with ease. However, as he stood on the stage, before the music even began, Kui, seated at the head of the table, suddenly spoke:

"I've heard that the demon race is proficient in a prayer dance called 'Flying Flowers and Playing with Shadows.' The dancers can keep the flowers floating in the air, swirling around the breath of the dance, without them falling to the ground until the dance ends. If, during the dance, the flowers are scattered or touch the ground, the object of the prayer will suffer misfortune." Kui picked up the delicate and fragile Mangxiao Phoenix Tail flower in her hand, bringing it to her nose to gently inhale its sweet fragrance. "Your Highness Mingye, would you be willing to perform this dance for me?"

Hearing his description so enchanting, the drunken young men began to jeer loudly—"Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!"

Everyone clapped and shouted, while Mingye, sweating profusely, thought: What did he mean by "the demons are proficient in this dance"? The difficulty was so high; hardly anyone had even heard of it. But the crowd was so enthusiastic that the little demon king couldn't say no, and he could only grit his teeth and reply, "Since that's the case, then I'll gladly accept." As soon

as he finished speaking, Kui tossed out the flower in her hand.

(Tianhun Zhuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 229)

As expected of the little prince, everyone held their breath as the flower almost touched the ground, but he remained calm, kicking off his cumbersome high heels. His movement was indeed a bit too forceful, and the shoe "accidentally" flew straight towards the crown prince. Before everyone's eyes, a cry of "Ouch!" rang out as the carrot was hit on the forehead by a shoe and clumsily tumbled off the chair. Although the Crown Prince was brilliant, his martial arts skills were utterly terrible; he couldn't even avoid this. Everyone could only shake their heads in sympathy, while a palace maid, suppressing a laugh, went to help him up.

Before Mingye could even lower his raised foot, a drifting phoenix-tail flower landed squarely on the instep of his exquisitely white lotus-like foot. Music played at the perfect moment; with a flick of his foot, the flower seemed to sprout wings and soar into the air. Mingye gracefully turned, unfurling the three-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) of colorful silk ribbon from his arm to both sides. In an instant, the entire hall resembled a double rainbow dancing. He manipulated the ribbon, creating gusts of wind in the air; the flowers rose and fell, tumbling and swirling, narrowly missing the ground several times, yet never touching it.

The surrounding audience cheered, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. Some even joined in, throwing their flowers towards the center of the stage. Seeing one person do it, others followed suit, and in an instant, hundreds upon hundreds of flowers rained down on the stage.

Mingye was utterly dumbfounded. One flower was easy to care for, but how could he possibly manage so many? If he wasn't mistaken, the first person to throw a flower was none other than his now slyly grinning elder brother, the Crown Prince. Damn it, this guy is truly vindictive!

"Flowers! Flowers! Where's my flower?" Qianfan, his blood boiling with excitement, frantically searched the sofa for his missing flower.

Beside him, Xiaoyue coldly reminded him, "There aren't any left. You threw them away after the group dance."

Qianfan vaguely remembered that this was true, and he slumped dejectedly on the sofa, muttering, "Only one flower per person? Who decided that? So stingy..."

Xiaoyue deliberately provoked him, holding her flower up to him and sighing dramatically, "Everyone offered their flowers to His Highness, but I know that what His Highness really wanted was the one from Master, but you'd rather give it to someone else than give it to him. Oh, he must be heartbroken, poor His Highness!"

"No, no, no!" Qianfan cried out, looking at the children flitting among the flowers, trying to snatch Xiaoyue's flower: "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Xiaoyue raised her hand, making it out of his reach, and then, along with Lieyun and Yiquan, each threw their flowers into the arena, earning a glare from the little devil who showed no gratitude: You guys are taking advantage of the chaos too? Don't you think I'm busy enough already!

Even with Mingye's superb dancing skills, he couldn't keep up after a while. The difficulty of "Flying Flowers and Playing with Shadows" wasn't in keeping the flowers flying, but in constantly maintaining the right amount of force to prevent the petals from scattering. A thin layer of sweat beaded on Mingye's forehead as he focused on getting the music to its end. He was slightly distracted, and his steps faltered. One foot landed too early, and several flowers were sliding under his feet, about to be trampled to the ground. This was a prayer dance; if he damaged the flowers, he would be accused of being insincere, and all the misfortunes that would befall Prince Kui would be attributed to him. Mingye felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately activated his Heavenly Soul, using the Wind Control Technique to cushion his fall. His toes barely touched the flowers before he was airborne again.

The audience was mesmerized, marveling: the demons were indeed gifted, light as swallows, able to dance on flowers!

"Hehe, Mingming cheated, I saw it," the Crown Prince laughed gleefully.

Kui, sitting next to him, suddenly stood up and said in a daze, "Those in dreams should wake up too." It was unclear who he was referring to.

The Crown Prince's heart skipped a beat. He pulled him aside and asked, "Kui, the banquet isn't over yet. Where are you going?" He couldn't let his younger brother leave his side; it was too dangerous. Humans could strike at any moment.

“I’m leaving. Without Mingming, there’s nothing left in this world for me to cherish.” Kui leaned down and whispered in his brother’s ear, “Do you think you’ve seen through all of humanity’s plans? How naive you are, brother. You used the birth festival as an excuse to lure humans here, thinking that by planting a few personal guards around me, you could protect me?” Kui’s voice was laced with sarcasm as he laughed, “Humans aren’t stupid either. Since they dared to come to the Heavenly Palace to plot against me, it’s tantamount to declaring war on the gods. Both sides know this is a game of checkmates, and neither side can afford to lose.” He pulled his hand away from his brother’s and, before leaving, said one last thing: “Let me tell you a secret. You’ve been relentlessly investigating the Mi Kingdom, suspecting the flow of resources in human society.” "By influencing the Mi Kingdom, you've actually found the right direction, but you haven't yet uncovered the truth behind everything. The one secretly orchestrating all of this is actually one person." He glanced towards the Heavenly Emperor: "Someone even our father fears. This person, in the human realm, is revered as—'The Dark Emperor.' He acts with extreme caution, and only a handful of trusted confidants know his identity and true nature. It's not surprising you haven't been able to find out."

For a long time, the Crown Prince's mind remained blank. When he finally came to his senses, his younger brother, Xiao Kui, was already far away, slowly walking towards a corner of the audience: "Xiao Kui! Come back!" He called anxiously, yet dared not speak loudly, fearing to disturb the Heavenly Emperor not far away.

Mingye's dance steps stopped the moment Kui approached Qianfan. He stood in the center, letting the falling petals drift down. "Aoi! Stop!" His angry voice drowned out the rest of the hall. "If you dare take another step, I won't be polite." A gust of wind swept around him, scattering flowers and causing petals to fall. The music stopped abruptly, and the audience, bewildered, stood aside in silence. The once bustling hall suddenly fell silent. Aoi stopped and turned to face Mingye, a tense and oppressive atmosphere filling the air.

"Bang!" A loud crash echoed as the ceiling collapsed, and a hideous giant lizard lunged at Aoi.

People screamed and scrambled for cover, creating a chaotic scene.

"Kui!" The royal family of Mi Kingdom had indeed made their move! In a split second, even teleportation could only save one person. There was no time for careful consideration; every action was driven by instinct. The boy's figure transformed into a

streak of silver light, shooting into the center of the chaos, catching the bewildered person sitting on the sofa, and carrying him to safety. Just as Mingye chose Qianfan, he saw the giant lizard's forepaws firmly grasp Kui, lifting him into the air. Kui offered no resistance, remaining motionless as he was held captive, only gazing silently at Mingye, a pale and powerless smile on his face: at the last moment, fate had chosen someone else, not him.

Lieyun and Yiquan were agile; despite being covered in dust and looking somewhat disheveled, they managed to escape from the pile of rubble. Xiaoyue wasn't so lucky; her head was struck by falling debris, bleeding profusely, and she collapsed unconscious in Yiquan's arms.

The Heavenly Palace guards surrounded the giant lizard, but fearing it might harm the Second Prince, they dared not attack. The royal family of Mi Kingdom gathered beneath the giant lizard, feeling emboldened.

Mingye put Qianfan down and yelled at Kui, "What trick are you playing now? That monster is as stupid as a snail, how could you not dodge it?!"

Kui, held in mid-air, replied innocently, "You know my spiritual power is locked by the Thousand Cliff Binding Curse. The little I had left was used up the night we made love a few days ago. Right now, I really can't use even a little bit of spiritual power, I'm not faking it."

"Shut up!" Mingye gritted his teeth in anger, remembering how Kui had kidnapped him and imprisoned him in Jingbikong a few days ago, and even done something shameful to him, which fueled his resentment even more: "You deserved to be caught." But despite his words, he was still tough on the outside but soft on the inside. The deep-rooted friendship in his heart couldn't be severed so easily, and he couldn't just abandon his childhood friend. When Kui was in danger, Mingye's heart still worried about him and ached for him, just like before.

A chilling aura condensed rapidly in his hand, forming an ice sword. "Hmph, a mere little demon beast dares to act so arrogantly right under my nose?" He was about to go and rescue the person when he turned back and instructed, "Qianfan, wait for me here..." He stopped mid-sentence, his blood seemingly freezing. A cold, hard iron pipe was pressed against the back of his head.

"Don't make any rash moves, Your Highness!" A familiar, gentle voice spoke softly behind him. "You taught me how to use this gun, and said that as long as the distance is close enough, it can even penetrate a barrier created by spiritual energy. I won't hold the gun upside down, so please don't try its power yourself."

Mingye froze

, the shock too sudden, unable to bear it, losing the ability to react. A heavy blow struck the back of his neck—in an instant, he felt as if he were sinking into icy, bone-chilling seawater, surrounded by darkness, his body sinking lower and lower…

"Your Highness!!!" Several exclamations overlapped and rang out simultaneously, indistinguishable from the voices. Mingye fell, caught in a warm, soft embrace. "Don't move! None of you come any closer!" Qianfan held the child in her arms with heartache, pointing a pistol at his head, threatening the others not to approach.

"Who exactly are you?!" The Crown Prince had calculated everything, certain that Mingming was kind-hearted and highly skilled. With him protecting Xiaokui, even the most elaborate ambushes by humans would be futile. Who would have thought that Mingming himself was in such dire straits! He glanced at the unconscious little demon king in the arms of the human man, his heart filled with suspicion: This man had managed to infiltrate Mingming's life for so long, gaining his complete trust and affection—he was no ordinary man. Could he be the one Xiaokui had spoken of…?

"Now, the prophesied Bright Star and Dark Star have fallen into our hands." The Crown Prince of Mi, Shouwang Luoyue, who had been hiding under the belly of a demon beast, took out an inconspicuous glass sphere, held it in his palm, and inserted the metal nameplate hanging around his neck into the groove of the sphere. A strange change occurred; the glass sphere split and split again, growing larger and larger, developing an organizational system similar to atomic structure. Hidden within the seemingly transparent glass were mysteries, with beams of eerie blue light occasionally flashing through. To achieve a better effect, Guardian Luo Yue threw the glass ball into the center of the hall: "The days of the gods running rampant should end!"

"Yin Qi, destroy that thing quickly!" At the Heavenly Emperor's command, the Fourth Prince immediately activated his Heavenly Soul, flames shooting from his hand.

But even faster, a shockwave spread out in all directions of the hall from the sphere, neutralizing the Fourth Prince's spiritual energy. The gods suddenly felt the pressure in the air increase several times over, their bodies feeling as if they were about to fall apart, excruciating pain, cries of agony rising and falling. In the blink of an eye, several had collapsed, while the humans remained completely unaffected.

"Ugh..." The Fourth Prince's brows furrowed, his body drenched in cold sweat. He, who was most afraid of pain, didn't even have the strength to stand up at this moment. "Yin Qi!" The Heavenly Emperor quickly supported him. Seeing the bloodied lower lip, a fierce glint flashed in the Emperor's eyes. His calm and authoritative voice echoed in the hall: "Is the Mi Kingdom declaring war on the Heavenly Palace?"

Before Shouwang Luo Yue could utter any more provocative words, Qian Fan swiftly glared at him. Receiving the warning look, the Crown Prince of Mi obediently fell silent and stood respectfully to the side.

"It is not that the Mi Kingdom intentionally provoked conflict," Qian Fan responded to the Emperor's question. "Tonight's disturbance at the birth festival was offensive, but it was unavoidable. I only ask for a clear answer today. Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor should not have forgotten what you promised me that day..." His calm tone turned agitated when he saw the unconscious child cough up blood:

"You promised that as long as I gave birth to a child for the Demon Prince, you would hand over the Heavenly Palace's strongest seal to humanity! Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor still remembers this deal, doesn't he?" Qian Fan began to panic: He couldn't delay any longer! The power of the Taiji Token was developed specifically for the Heavenly Soul. The stronger one's Heavenly Soul, the greater the damage they will suffer. The young prince's body is already nearing its limit…

“As long as Your Majesty hands over the strongest seal, Qianfan promises you that he will return Yaoxing and Anxing unharmed, without fail!”

His proposed condition gave the Heavenly Emperor a slight headache. As everyone knows, the strongest seal in the Heavenly Palace is the Zhanfengque of the Renqian clan. If that artifact were still in Lanqin's hands, it would be easy to negotiate. However, the troublesome thing is that Zhanfengque has already found another master and has been passed down to the new heir, Mingye. That foolish child is deeply in love. When he learned of his lover's scheming and betrayal, even the Heavenly Emperor himself was unsure whether the impulsive little devil would consider the greater good and temporarily put aside his personal feelings to relinquish the artifact.

His silence disheartened Qianfan, while the watchman Luo Yue, standing to the side, grew increasingly impatient: "I never imagined His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor would be such a faithless villain!" He shouted at Qianfan, "Brother, why waste so much time talking to them? As long as we capture Yaoxing and Anxing, what are we afraid of from the gods?"

His brother, however, ignored his suggestion and instead ordered him, "Luo Yue, shut down the Taiji Token."

"What?!" Watchman Luo Yue thought he'd misheard. At the height of their advantage, his brother wanted him to put away the secret treasure that suppressed the gods? Without the Taiji Token, how would they fight the gods? In the end, not only would tonight's plan be ruined, but they wouldn't even be able to escape unscathed. "No way!" There was no room for discussion, even if it was his brother's order.

"Shut it down! Quickly!" Qianfan knelt on the ground, no longer caring about anything else. Blood continuously spilled from the little prince's mouth, and his body temperature continued to drop. Qianfan was terrified. He lowered his pistol, his trembling hands cupping the child's pale face. Large tears fell, one by one, onto Mingye's face: He'll die! If this continues, this innocent child… will die. He would give up! He didn't want the Heavenly Palace's seal anymore! He only hoped the little prince could be safe and happy; he only wanted to protect that bright, innocent smile…

But no one could have predicted that the tightly closed silver eyes would suddenly open. A slight breeze stirred, and Qianfan's arms were instantly empty. A thin, white figure stood behind Qianfan, radiating an icy aura. The pistol on the ground was held by Mingye, its muzzle pointed at the back of Qianfan's head in retaliation. Wiping

the crimson liquid that had trickled from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, half of his white dress was stained red. Coldly looking at the watchman Luo Yue below, Mingye spoke calmly: "Put down Kui, or I'll kill him."

"Your Highness!" The gods were overjoyed to see him awake.

"No! Don't hurt my brother!" In a moment of panic, Shouwang Luoyue rushed out of the protective circle of the Mi Kingdom guards.

Mingye seized the opportunity and fired.

"Your Highness, no!" Qianfan cried out, trying to rush forward to shield his brother from the bullet, but Mingye held him firmly by the back of the neck, leaving him kneeling on one knee, unable to move.

With a muffled "thud," a bullet struck someone—not Shouwang Luoyue, but the Mi Kingdom king who had appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of his son. The bullet struck him squarely in the temple between his eyebrows, his head exploding; he was surely beyond saving. But Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body slumping down. Despite

his father being shot dead in public, Shouwang Luoyue showed no grief, instead calmly retreating into the belly of the demonic beast.

A closer look at the corpse lying on the ground revealed the problem—inside the shattered head, instead of blood and brain matter, there were only a few sparks flashing, the kind that appear when electronic components short-circuit. It wasn't a real person, but a highly realistic mechanical substitute.

"Luo Yue, don't worry about me, run!" The Tai Chi Token was an extremely energy-intensive weapon, still in the experimental stage; the technology was immature, and its power was uncertain. Seeing the situation was turning against him, Qian Fan hurriedly urged his brother to leave.

But the stubborn and willful Luo Yue refused to listen: "I won't go! Brother is here, I will never retreat!"

Ming Ye's gun was once again pointed at Qian Fan's head, but Qian Fan firmly persuaded his brother: "He won't shoot! His Highness won't kill me, you must leave quickly. With a hostage, even the gods won't dare do anything to you. When you return to Mi Kingdom, you can find a way to save me! Don't worry, I'll be alright, I'll wait for you… Ah!!!"

The gunshot rang out again, and Qian Fan clutched his left thigh, blood seeping from between his fingers.

“I have one bullet left,” Mingye said, a mocking smile on his face. “Think it over. Your brother is made of flesh and blood. One more shot and he’s dead.”

“Luo Yue… go! Don’t worry about me…” Blood was draining away so quickly that Qianfan’s vision was blurring. He took several deep breaths to gather his strength and roared at his brother, “Retreat immediately! That’s an order. You dare disobey me? Believe me, I’ll die right here in front of you!”

Shouwang Luo Yue’s heart skipped a beat. He knew his brother’s temper well, so he had no choice but to mobilize the magical beasts and retreat towards the celestial warship that was coming to meet them outside the palace. “I will definitely come back to save you, brother, wait for me!” He gritted his teeth and boarded the celestial warship.

“Don’t run away! Leave Kui behind, I’ll shoot!” Mingye’s hand holding the gun was trembling. “I really will…” But no matter how hard he spoke, he couldn’t pull down the wrench, watching helplessly as the Mi Kingdom’s celestial warship disappeared from sight.

At the same time, the Tai Chi symbol in the center of the hall finally exhausted all its energy, freeing the people of the gods.

Mingye slumped down, his pistol slumped. The blood flowing from Qianfan's thigh was hot, trickling down his foot. He wanted to check Qianfan's injuries, to stop the bleeding and heal him, to beg the Heavenly Emperor to spare Qianfan, to spare him, and to do so much more for him… But alas, he was powerless.

His consciousness faded into darkness. He saw a little boy, huddled in a corner of the room, his head buried in his knees, weeping. Who was that? His cries were so heartbreaking, each one piercing, as if he had suffered a great injustice… The boy looked up, and Mingye saw his own face. He shook his head, saying to his other self: Don't cry, it looks terrible with a mournful face! Don't let tears of weakness fall; he doesn't need anyone's sympathy or pity…

Mingye left the dark room, slowly closing the heavy door behind him. The weeping boy was forever imprisoned inside.

When he awoke again, his mind was still somewhat hazy. He found himself not in his palace in Shuntian City, but covered by soft bedding embroidered with the royal totem of the Shayunluo clan. He heard a girl exclaim, "He's awake!" The voice sounded familiar; it must be Shui Xinsha's. Soon, another person came to the bedside, their bright eyes bloodshot yet brimming with joy. The person carefully placed their hand on his forehead, their deep voice hoarse with exhaustion, as if they hadn't slept for days: "You're awake. How are you feeling? Are you still uncomfortable?"

"Fourth Prince..." Mingye didn't know how long he had slept; his throat was parched, as if on fire. He didn't want to ask, yet he couldn't control himself: "Where is he?"

Those present, of course, knew who he was asking about. The Fourth Prince's golden eyes darkened, and he replied curtly, "He's dead! You don't need to keep thinking about him." As soon as he

uttered

those words, the Fourth Prince realized his mistake. The little fellow had been unconscious for four days and had just woken up. He shouldn't have provoked him with words at this time. So he softened his tone: "Don't worry, we just locked him up; we didn't harm him. If you want to see him, you can, but first recover your health, and I'll arrange it."

Mingye shielded his eyes with his arm and whispered softly, "...I...don't want to see him..." He

didn't want to, and he dared not.

He didn't even dare to think of that name he once deeply loved. If he saw him again, what expression should he wear? Would those beautiful phoenix eyes still be as gentle as before? Would that serene face still be as captivating and serene as ever? Or had everything changed, become unrecognizable?

Slowly, tears streamed down his hand: "For the rest of my life, it feels like I've been trapped in a nightmare... When will it end? I'm so cold... so lonely..."

Hearing this, the Fourth Prince felt a sense of foreboding. Demons live for a thousand years, and this little fellow has only lived fifteen. How could he utter such a desolate phrase as "a lifetime"? He pulled the frail little body into his arms, gently patting the child's back: "If you want to cry, cry out loud, don't hold it in..."

The child, nestled against his chest, wearily closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again, tears still clinging to his eyelashes.

He slept for two more days.

In the pitch-black, silent third watch of the night, everyone who was asleep was suddenly awakened by a desperate scream. The servants quickly lit the room lights, and Shui Xinsha, who was sleeping in a side room, rushed over, wearing only her pajamas.

Mingye, clutching his blanket, huddled at the head of the bed, trembling all over, muttering something under his breath.

Shui Xinsha approached him, trying to pull back the blanket he was tightly clutching: "Your Highness, it's me. Don't be afraid, I'm here with you." She didn't know how to comfort a frightened boy, so she used boundless patience to gently touch, stroke, and kiss him, hoping to slowly lower his guard and gain his acceptance.

Mingye finally lifted his head from under the covers, still shaken: "At night... please don't turn off the light, I... I'm not used to it, I don't like it..."

The fear in the boy's eyes surprised Shui Xinsha slightly; she hadn't expected the young prince to have such a vulnerable side. "Alright, alright, from now on, keep the light on." She coaxed him while instructing the servants not to disturb the Fourth Prince. She helped Mingye lie down: "You've been sleeping for several days, are you hungry? Or do you want to continue sleeping?"

Mingye's reaction was slow, as if it took a great deal of effort for him to understand what she was saying. He mechanically shook his head: "I'm not hungry, and I don't want to sleep."

"Then can I stay with you tonight?" The girl lay down beside him, her arms quietly wrapping around his lean waist. "Hehe, that's strange, why are you afraid of the dark?"

Mingye gradually relaxed: "Yes, I'm very afraid of the dark." He was silent for a moment, then suddenly said softly, "After I die, please don't let them bury me in the dark ground. I don't want to lie alone in a coffin. Have them burn my body, burn it all clean."

Shui Xinsha stood there stunned, and after a long time, she managed a weak smile: "Why are you saying this? Demons can live for a very, very long time..."

"I won't live much longer." He stroked the girl's long hair, sighing softly: "I know, that day will come soon."

As if fulfilling these words, the cold poison spread rapidly throughout his body, causing massive cell death. The severe mental blow he suffered was undoubtedly the main reason for the rapid deterioration of his condition. Mingye endured excruciating pain almost every day. Sometimes the pain was so intense that his nose and ears would bleed profusely, making him look terrifying. Even the imperial physician, the princess, was helpless, only able to continuously increase the dosage of painkillers. However, excessive use of nerve-numbing drugs could cause permanent brain damage.

(Tianhun Zhuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 232)

Following the orders of the Fourth Prince, Shui Xinsha remained in Shayunluo City, responsible for treating the young prince. The girls of the other divine races were very envious. The beauty of the demon prince Mingye was renowned throughout the Three Realms, and they longed to see him, but his reputation was not good, causing many timid girls to hesitate.

Recently, however, many people were discussing why the demon prince, despite being ill, did not return to Shuntian City but instead stayed in the territory of the Shayunluo clan. Was he being monitored, or was there another reason? Some even speculated about his relationship with the Fourth Prince. Because of their vastly different identities and appearances, few people discussed their blood ties; instead, most thought of something ambiguous and sordid. Wasn't that right? Years ago, the Fourth Prince disregarded the taboos of the Heavenly Realm and married Lady Lanqin of the Otherworldly Clan as his queen. However, their marriage was short-lived. Although they were often seen together in public, the public's eyes weren't easily fooled. There was no marital understanding between the Fourth Prince and Lady Lanqin, such as eye contact or body language. To put it bluntly, they were merely a nominal couple, living in name only. And the Fourth Prince often showed favoritism towards the young prince, always giving him special attention, leading to widespread rumors. Could their relationship be more than just a simple master-disciple one?

At the same time, a major event shocked the Three Realms—the Demon Clan declared independence, breaking away from the Heavenly Realm's jurisdiction.

But the Heavenly Palace was far from busy with these matters. The truth behind the Birth Ceremony must be completely concealed, not a single detail can be leaked. The break with humanity should not be made public for the time being. Both sides hold important hostages, creating a marginal balance. If this balance is broken, it will bring catastrophe to the Three Realms, causing immense suffering. In short, things will drag on as long as this superficial peace lasts.

At the Birth Ceremony, the Taiji Token, left behind by the Mi Kingdom's royal family, is not to be underestimated by the Heavenly Palace. Having already witnessed its power, the Taiji Token is a devastating weapon for the gods. The research institute is accelerating its disassembly and analysis. However, from ancient times to the present, the gods have relied too heavily on the power of the Heavenly Soul and have not valued technological research. In this field, humanity has far surpassed them. Even with the Taiji Token in hand, the gods will find it difficult to deduce its source and driving mechanism in a short time.

While the Three Realms are shrouded in a turbulent, precarious atmosphere, the young prince, imprisoned in the city of Shayunluo, quietly recuperates, living a peaceful life isolated from the world.

The girls from the divine race have recently been constantly bothering Shui Xinsha, following her around asking all sorts of questions, half-jokingly offering their support: "Taking care of the demon prince must be hard work, right? They say demons are unpredictable and difficult to serve. And that prince, I heard he's quite the ladies' man, did he try anything with you?"

A bunch of bored flies!

Shui Xinsha cursed inwardly, carrying the tray of medicinal food. She quickened her pace, but even as she approached the courtyard outside the palace, she still hadn't shaken them off. Among them were royal women from the Shayunluo clan, and other girls from the divine race who had come to see her, all trying to get close to her, simply hoping to use this opportunity to get closer to the prince. Shui Xinsha's face turned cold, and she glared at them. "Please stop here. The Fourth Prince has given orders that no unauthorized personnel are allowed in this courtyard, so as not to disturb His Highness's rest."

The girls, having been rebuffed, were displeased and pouted, saying, "He's just a demon, why are we treating him like an honored guest?" Seeing the Imperial Physician Princess's eyebrows furrow and her face grow even colder, the girls exchanged sheepish glances and whispered, "Can we go in with you? Just this once, we promise not to cause any trouble, just a glimpse from afar is enough... Please, okay?" The girls tugged at Shui Xinsha's sleeves, coaxing her sweetly.

What are you looking at? His Highness isn't an exhibit!

"Let go!" the Imperial Physician Princess shouted angrily. If she weren't still holding a tray, she would have already thrown these bored young ladies out. “I’ll say it again, the young prince is my patient. Since the Fourth Prince has ordered me to take care of him, I have an obligation to prevent any factors that might disturb him. I’ve already given you enough face. If you don’t leave, I’ll have the guards kick you out.” She wasn’t afraid of offending these young ladies!

One of the red-haired girls jumped out, hands on her hips, pointing arrogantly at her nose: “Don’t keep bringing up my fourth uncle to pressure us. Let me tell you, my fourth uncle is the one who dotes on me the most. If he were here, he would definitely let us in.”

“Fine,” Shui Xinsha sneered, “You can wait here slowly until he comes back before letting you in!” Everyone knew the Fourth Prince’s temperament. He rarely cared about anything except official business. It would be strange if he had time to deal with the unreasonable demands of a junior. If that were the case, these people wouldn’t need to beg her here.

"You..." The red-haired girl was furious. "I'm going in, what's it to you?! This is Shayunluo City, and you're just a lowly imperial physician." Descendants of the War God clan were all skilled fighters, their martial arts prowess unquestionable. She attacked Shui Xinsha alone, her fingers forming a sword, aiming straight for her brow. Shui Xinsha dodged, using her left hand to block while her other hand steadily held the food tray.

Taking advantage of her distraction, the other girls swarmed into the courtyard.

"Guards! Stop them!" Shui Xinsha turned and ordered the guards protecting the courtyard. She was momentarily distracted, and one of them grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm backward. "Ah!" she cried out in pain, her arm nearly broken.

Seeing the guards blocking her friends outside the courtyard, the red-haired girl roared, "I, the Third Princess Yongyou, am here! Who dares to stop me?!" She dragged Shui Xinsha towards the palace gate. Shui Xinsha, in pain, was powerless to resist and allowed herself to be led away. If it weren't for the medicinal food in her other hand, she wouldn't have been restrained by her mediocre skills. But it was a very important medicinal food. The little princess had a poor appetite these past few days, vomiting up everything she ate. She had used very precious herbs and painstakingly brewed it for dozens of hours to produce just a little bit...

The guards stationed here were directly under the command of the Fourth Prince. Let alone the Third Princess, even if the King of Shayunluo himself came, he would only be given the cold shoulder. "I'm sorry, Your Highness Yongyou, you cannot go in." Not only did they refuse to let her in, but they also intervened between her and Shuixinsha. "The Imperial Physician Princess is only acting under orders. Please, Your Highness Yongyou, be lenient and don't make things difficult for her." Although they spoke respectfully, after a moment, seeing that the Third Princess still wouldn't let go, the two guards decided to go over and "help" her.

"You...you..." Her own guards were actually helping outsiders. Her friends, who had been blocked, all stared at her with wide eyes. The red-haired girl felt utterly humiliated. Before the guards could get close, she shoved Shui Xinsha hard. "What's so great about it? Fine, don't look! Who wants to look at disgusting demons?"

Shui Xinsha was caught off guard. With a "bang," the food tray in her hand lost its balance and fell to the ground, spilling the precious medicinal food everywhere. She froze for half a second, then shouted, "Damn it! You owe me money!" A green vine shot out from her sleeve, lashing out at Yongyou's head and face. She wouldn't vent her anger without teaching her a lesson today.

Yongyou was startled, not expecting her to actually do it. She opened her palm, and a fiery net quickly spread, blocking the vine. Red and green intertwined in the air, evenly matched. Shui Xinsha's vine whip cracked loudly, her spiritual power also controlling the surrounding plants, launching attacks when they were off guard, sparse yet thorough, forming a crisscrossing cage that trapped its prey inside. The highest skill of the Shayunluo clan lies in swordsmanship. Yongyou, without her sword, could normally sever thousands of vines with a sweeping sword aura, but now she could only cut them one by one with the flames between her fingers. She was clearly losing ground.

The two exceptionally skilled girls were locked in a fierce battle, each determined to prove themselves, their fight proving equally intense. It seemed they wouldn't stop until one of them was injured. The others watched anxiously from the sidelines, unable to intervene.

Just then, a silver light flashed across the point of their clash, neither fast nor slow, neither too heavy nor too light, cooling down both sides' attacks. Upon closer inspection, the silver light was actually a soft snowball, which flew between the two girls and suddenly exploded with a "poof," the force of which was just enough to bounce the two girls apart, sending fluffy snowflakes flying everywhere.

"Shasha, what's wrong?"

A clear voice suddenly rang out, and everyone was slightly startled, turning around to look in the direction of the voice. They saw a silver-haired boy standing under the cherry blossom tree. The purple cherry blossoms of early spring drifted down, their delicate petals landing on the boy's hair and clothes. He looked extremely unwell, his thin face sickly, but this did not diminish his handsome and captivating appearance in the slightest.

"Your Highness!" Shui Xinsha exclaimed, rushing over to help him. "You're still sick, how can you get out of bed?" She looked down and saw his bare feet, red from the cold. "Why did you come out without shoes? And you're wearing so few clothes! What if you get sick again? Are you deliberately trying to make the Fourth Prince blame me for being negligent?"

Mingye said softly, "A flock of sparrows flew in from somewhere, making a lot of noise. I couldn't sleep, so I came out to see what was going on." He took Shui Xinsha's wrist and rubbed the red and swollen area. "Does it hurt? Why are you arguing?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Shui Xinsha pulled her hand back, looking at the overturned medicinal food on the ground, her eyes full of heartache: "I worked so hard to cook it, and now it's all gone."

"It's alright," Mingye said calmly, "My appetite is much better today, I'll just eat some plain porridge."

Shui Xinsha knew he was comforting her, and sighed, "I'll help you back. The weather is still quite cold. From now on, you can't go out without my permission, understand?"

The boy nodded obediently: "I understand, you're so nagging." In all his years, no one had ever dared to tell him what to do.

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 233

That night, Yongyou was scolded by her parents, but unusually stubborn, she didn't say a word back, and she was in a very good mood. After taking a bath, she collapsed onto the bed and immediately began recounting her day's experiences to her personal maid:

"...Wow, I've never seen such a handsome boy!! Standing under the cherry blossom tree, he was like a painting. Really, don't laugh!"

The maid beside her thought she was exaggerating. The men of the Shayunluo tribe were all dashing and imposing, and the two older brothers of the Third Princess were also exceptionally handsome, the objects of every celestial maiden's dreams. It was hard to imagine anyone more outstanding than them.

Yongyou spoke with great enthusiasm: "If he were my boyfriend, I would definitely lock him up at home, forbidding him from going anywhere, and absolutely preventing anyone from seeing him. I would work hard to build a career and take good care of him." She revealed a lewd, infatuated smile, fantasizing that the handsome young man had already fallen into her clutches, kept like a submissive wife at home, and slowly devoured by her.

The maid chuckled, "Don't think nonsense. That's the little prince of the demon race. The king and queen just solemnly warned you tonight not to provoke him again. Have you forgotten already?"

Yongyou tossed and turned in bed, kicking off the covers, "I want him! I want him, I want him, I just want him!" Just thinking about the boy's exquisite face and his aloof yet noble air made her heart itch.

The maid rolled her eyes. This spoiled princess wanted to possess any pretty thing she liked immediately, but her enthusiasm didn't last long. She was used to it and let her be, focusing on making her bed.

“His skin is so white, I really want to touch it.” Yongyou covered her burning face. “Tomorrow, I must talk to him tomorrow!”

“Huh? You still dare to go? Aren’t you afraid of being scolded by the Princess?”

“What’s a scolding? I’m going all out.” Yongyou kicked the little maid. “Get up early tomorrow and help me with my makeup. Tsk, I brought too many people today, what a blunder. I wonder if he even noticed me…”

The next morning, as dawn was breaking, Shuixinsha planned to return to Qishou Palace to fetch some medicinal herbs and spring water for alchemy. She came to the bedside, lifted the bed curtains, and saw the boy on the bed with his eyes closed. Shuixinsha’s heart stirred, and she couldn’t help but lower her head and gently kiss those pale purple lips. Mingye couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer, so he opened his eyes and silently met her gaze. The room was brightly lit, and a blush crept onto Shuixinsha’s pretty face. She stopped her flirtatious advances a little embarrassed.

She took his wrist and checked his pulse: "You didn't sleep a wink last night, did you?" She lifted his blanket, slipped her hand inside, and touched his slightly warm chest: "Are you still cold? Do you need a thicker blanket? Or turn the heating up a bit?"

"I'm not cold anymore." Mingye shook his head: "I just couldn't sleep. I slept too much the past few days."

Shui Xinsha knew he couldn't sleep because of the unresolved issues in his heart: "How can you not sleep like this? Even a normal person's body would get sick from staying up like this."

Mingye didn't care: "I used to not sleep often too."

"How come you're the same now as before?" Shui Xinsha glared at him, thought for a long time, then took his hand and said softly: "You should go see him. Ask him directly if there's anything you want to ask him, so you

don't keep it bottled up inside and end up getting seriously ill." Unexpectedly, she suddenly said such a thing. A cold glint flashed in his usually calm silver eyes. Memories of the past surged into his mind. Scars that he dared not even touch were brutally reopened that morning. Time seemed to freeze in the silence. He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally suppressed his turbulent emotions.

"Who are you going to see? What questions are you going to ask? I... I don't understand what you're saying." Mingye turned away, clutching his clothes tightly. The knife-like pain in his heart made his body tremble uncontrollably. At this moment, he didn't know whose name he should call to ease the agony, to give him the strength to persevere. A metallic taste filled his mouth. He carried the girl on his back, burying his face in the pillow, wiping away the blood.

"Alright, alright, if you don't understand, that's fine." Shui Xinsha didn't press him; even the strongest person has the right to escape. She walked to the French windows and swiftly opened the curtains, letting the morning light stream into the room. "It's a beautiful sunny day today!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Your Highness, look, the cherry blossoms are blooming so early this year!" Winter wasn't over yet, but several trees were already bursting with blossoms.

Mingye quietly looked at the scenery outside the window. He dared not tell her that he could no longer see any color. The cold poison was eroding his body more severely than he had imagined, and the hearing in his remaining ear was deteriorating day by day. Perhaps there were some things he had to do now, or he would truly never have the chance again.

Shui Xinsha said again, "I have to go back to Qishou Palace this morning to get some things, and I probably won't be back until noon." She walked back to the bedside and said firmly, "Remember to take your medicine on time. Don't sneak away and throw it away like last time when I'm not here. If I find out, I'll teach you a lesson."

"The medicine tastes terrible..." Mingye said with a bitter face. Actually, whether he took it or not wouldn't change anything, but he still nodded under the girl's fierce aura, "I know, I will take it."

The Imperial Physician Princess was satisfied and returned to Qishou Palace.

After working hard all morning in the forbidden area of the Medicine King, sweating profusely, she saw that she had collected enough herbs and was about to go to the spring under the waterfall to get some cool spring water. Inadvertently, she saw the Sacred Heart Fruit that her younger brother had grown by the spring. The Sacred Heart Fruit of the Imperial Physicians' Clan: the girl's is fiery red, while the boy's is jade green. The top of this translucent fruit, however, has an unusual grayish-black sheen. She was about to approach for a closer look—

"Sister!" Shui Zhiyan appeared out of nowhere, blocking her path.

"Zhiyan, your Sacred Heart Fruit is a bit strange..." She only managed half a sentence before her communicator in her pocket rang. A series of rapid ringing sounds followed, and Shui Xinsha quickly pulled it out and plugged it into her ear: "Who is this?"

"It's me, it's me, where are you?" The other person was very nervous.

The voice was unfamiliar, and Shui Xinsha wondered, "Who are you?"

"It's me, Yongyou. We just fought yesterday, have you lost your memory?" The Third Princess on the other end was also furious.

Shui Xinsha remained silent for three seconds, about to turn off the communicator, when an urgent voice came from the other end: "Why aren't you in the palace? They...they took the young prince away!"

"Took him away?" Shui Xinsha's heart sank: Oh no! "Who are they? Don't panic, explain yourself slowly."

Yongyou, infected by her composure, tried hard to recall: "I don't know who they are, but the palace guards didn't dare to stop them. More than a dozen people rushed in and roughly took the young prince away. Oh, right! I saw clearly on their collars, they were wearing light green badges."

"Light green badges!" Shui Xinsha repeated, she already knew the identity of the person: "Quickly find a way to contact the Fourth Prince and have him rush to the Heavenly Palace..."

"That's why I'm calling you, I can't contact my fourth uncle!"

"Try again! You must inform him no matter what, the young prince has been taken away by the Crown Prince's personal guards. Hurry! If I'm too late, I'm afraid they will harm the young prince." Shui Xinsha turned off the communicator and hurriedly packed her things.

"Sister, what happened? Why did the Crown Prince's men take the young prince away?"

Shui Xinsha was frantic, running and explaining to her brother, "The Crown Prince has always harbored resentment towards the young prince, believing that it was his fault that Prince Kui was kidnapped by humans. I have to go to the Heavenly Palace to ask His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor to intervene. The young prince is in grave danger now that he's in the Crown Prince's hands! And he's so weak..."

In the Yuxin Hall of the Eastern Palace, the Crown Prince sat upright on the throne. His personal guards threw the silver-haired boy at his feet. The Crown Prince used the tip of his shoe to lift Mingye's chin, a cold smile appearing on his ordinary face, making him look somewhat sinister and terrifying.

"Tsk tsk, my men didn't know their own strength and actually broke this beautiful face. What a sin."

Mingye turned his face away in disgust, trying to stand up, but someone stepped on his back. His blood surged, but he stubbornly swallowed the blood that rushed out of his mouth and arrogantly met the Crown Prince's gaze as if nothing had happened.

The prince feigned concern as he dismissed his subordinates: "Be more polite. He is, after all, a prince of the Demon Clan. Now that the Demon Clan has grown strong, they want to break away from the Heavenly Palace's control and become independent. Can you afford to offend them?" He leaned down, a half-smile playing on his lips as he mocked the boy lying on the ground. "Mingming, thanks to you, the whole city is in turmoil, while you're sleeping soundly in Shayunluo City."

The

ground was icy cold, the chill penetrating to the bone. Mingye shivered uncontrollably, curling up like a frozen kitten, even his words trembling as he spoke: "Some things are bound to happen... I can't stop them..."

The prince, suspicious, grabbed his hair and pulled him up from the ground: "Mingming, playing dead in front of me won't work. I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

"You noticed that?" Mingye scoffed. "Is the heating in your palace broken? It's so cold."

The Crown Prince retorted, "Of course a cold-blooded demon like you would feel cold. Oh dear, look at this little face..." He pretended to pinch the little demon king's face, scrutinizing it. "How come you've lost so much weight in just a few days?! Is it because no one's warming your bed that you can't eat or sleep?"

His words were barbed, and Mingye felt a pang of pain in his heart. He didn't want to continue this pointless banter and simply turned away, closing his eyes. He knew the Crown Prince held a grudge against him and wouldn't feel better unless he vented it. Let him punish him if he wanted; even if it hurt, he could endure it.

“However,” the prince continued, stroking the boy’s hair, “even if Mingming is thin, she’s still a beauty that surpasses all others in the three realms. You’re not much to be proud of, but your looks are top-notch. That’s probably what Xiao Kui saw in you.” He clenched the smooth, shiny silver hair in his hand, eliciting a cry of pain from the boy below. He pulled the boy up in front of him: “You blind fool! Xiao Kui is so good to you, but you don’t cherish it. Instead, you’ve fallen for that androgynous, scheming bitch. Ha, that bitch served you well, and you kept her by your side without even checking her background. Now you’ve implicated Xiao Kui, and you’re standing aside. How can you face my brother? He even endured three years of divine punishment alone for you. Three whole years! A god’s life is short. How many three-year periods does a god have? Is this how you repay him?!” The prince’s nails dug into the hair. Mingye's eyes: "Your eyes are better off gone."

Blood and tears streamed down his face from being gouged out. Mingye reflexively tried to pry his hand away: "Kui isn't the innocent little white rabbit you imagine! He was kidnapped by humans because he wanted to. Instead of worrying about him, I suggest you think more about Kui's purpose in going to the human world... cough cough."

The prince pulled his blood-stained fingers from his eye sockets and then grabbed his neck tightly: "What a sharp tongue you have! Even now, you still want to sow discord between us brothers? Even if Kui deliberately allowed himself to be held hostage by humans, aren't you also at fault? If you hadn't hurt him so much, if you hadn't bullied him that night and then left, would he have been so heartbroken that he left the Heavenly Palace?"

Mingye covered his bloodied half-face: "Cough cough... I... when did I bully him?"

"Still not admitting it?" The Crown Prince tightened his grip, pinching him until his face turned purple. "You should just stay in Shuntian City and live a life of debauchery with that slut. Why did you have to provoke Xiao Kui? You took his body and then left..."

"I'd be crazy to take his body!" Ming Ye held his breath, determined to finish his sentence. "Are you out of your mind? You believe everything he says?"

"Why wouldn't I believe him? Do you know how much Xiao Kui cried that day? I've never seen him cry before."

Ming Ye calmed down, staring blankly at the man's twisted and ferocious face. At that moment, he finally understood, and suddenly felt a pang of pity for the Crown Prince, because looking at him was like seeing himself. They had both made the same mistake: loving someone too much meant they never doubted anything their beloved said, believing it wholeheartedly like fools.

“Kui is no simpleton, Crown Prince, you must be careful of him. This time he went to the mortal realm…”

“Shut up! How dare you speak ill of Xiao Kui in front of me?” He threw Ming Ye down the steps: “You probably haven’t experienced what it’s like to be played with, have you? Today you’ll experience it for yourself here. What does it feel like to be a man and yet be subservient to someone? Guards!” He clapped his hands, and several burly men immediately stepped forward.

The men had clearly received instructions from the Crown Prince beforehand, and they immediately began to tug at Ming Ye’s clothes, their methods ruthless.

The Little Demon King was not about to suffer this loss, even though he was the one who had been wronged that night. He was furious and activated his Heavenly Soul. With a burst of spiritual energy, the men were powerless to resist and were thrown against the four walls like rag dolls. The man who had been weak just moments before was now as agile as the wind, and in an instant, he was in front of the Crown Prince. He used their methods against them, grabbing the Crown Prince’s neck in his hand.

"You damn Mingming... You were just pretending to be dead... You, cough, you committed insubordination, you deserve to die... die! Cough cough." The Crown Prince reaped what he sowed, coughing so hard he could barely breathe.

Mingye pressed the prince down into a chair, looking down at him condescendingly: "Yes, I am guilty, I have come to repent. I bear a great responsibility for Kui's departure, but, Prince, not everyone's efforts for me are something I must repay equally. I do not love Kui, just as Kui does not love you."

The prince wanted to speak, but Mingye pressed him down even harder: "Also, I must clarify something with you. Your people were able to bring me here not because they are particularly powerful, but simply because I chose to come." He glanced at the guards below, who were lying on the ground, unable to get up after being affected by the spiritual energy wave, and said arrogantly to the prince: "Prince, don't forget, I am Yaoxing. Is the legendary Yaoxing, who saved the three realms, so vulnerable in your eyes that you can bully him at will?"

The prince angrily squeezed out the words through gritted teeth: "You...you are not...Yaoxing!"

Mingye was taken aback, and coldly snorted: "How do you know I am not?"

"From...cough, from my father's attitude towards you...I knew!" Although the Crown Prince was at a disadvantage, he wore a cold, amused expression.

Before Ming Ye could respond, a voice came from outside the hall: "As expected of His Highness the Crown Prince, truly a prophet!"

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 235:

Xingya, wielding an astrological staff, walked in from outside with a deep smile. Clad in white robes and with white hair, he was enveloped in a layer of holy white light, exuding an imposing aura, as if the spirit of a prophet had truly awakened within his blood. In everyone's memory, Xingya was a crybaby, a scatterbrain who loved to snuggle in his mother's arms—a stark contrast to his current demeanor.

The Crown Prince was puzzled: "I did not summon you." The Imperial Heart Palace was heavily guarded; how could he come and go so freely? Why hadn't anyone come in to announce his arrival?

Xingya ignored him, only looking at the little devil.

Mingye released his grip on his elder brother, the Crown Prince, and slowly sat down on the ground, leaning against the armrest of the head seat, breathing heavily. The burst of energy he had just unleashed had exhausted his inner strength, leaving him unable to continue, and now he didn't even have the strength to stand.

The Crown Prince sat up abruptly, noticing his ashen face, and nudged him worriedly, "Mingming, stop pretending to be dead!"

"I'm not pretending, I'm really dying," Mingye replied irritably, wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve. His eyes burned; he knew the resurrection spell was working, and under its powerful effect, all external wounds would heal quickly. Even

with his sleeve soaked in blood, the Crown Prince still felt unsatisfied. This little thing was heartless and ungrateful, only costing him an eye, not even enough to repay the debt he owed Xiaokui. The Crown Prince suppressed his worry and coldly retorted, "It would be better if you were really dying; I was afraid you were lying to make me happy!" Mingye

felt both angry and sorrowful, unsure how to respond, and simply lowered his head and let out a soft "humph."

The Crown Prince grumbled, "If you're going to die, go somewhere far away, don't dirty my Imperial Heart Palace..."

"Don't worry!" Mingye looked up, glaring at him irritably, "I'll die far away, I won't dirty any part of your Heavenly Palace!" He couldn't help but gasp for breath after shouting. He had heard the same words from Lady Lanqin before, which was truly heartbreaking. At that time, he was hit by a heavenly arrow and was on the verge of death. He was taken to Renqian Palace to heal, and when he woke up, he heard that woman urging the Fourth Prince to take him away quickly, lest he dirty Renqian Palace. The fifteen-year-old boy lowered his head and pouted, and even he, with his strong will, couldn't help but secretly have tears welling up in his eyes.

The Crown Prince felt a little sorry for him, "Weren't you so arrogant just now, calling yourself the Shining Star? How could you die so easily?"

Xingya, who had been listening to their conversation, chuckled and couldn't help but interject, "The Dark Star in the prophecy is indeed Prince Kui, but it seems that it was never said that Prince Mingye is the Shining Star." He observed the changes in the little devil's expression with interest.

The night remained calm and still.

The Crown Prince looked at Xingya, then down at the Little Demon King: "Xingjian mustn't lie, or he'll be punished by heaven. Answer me honestly, he... really isn't Yaoxing?"

"Hasn't Your Highness already reached a conclusion?" Xingya came to the two of them, crossing his arms.

"Then who is the real Yaoxing?" Who is the person destined to be Xiaokui's nemesis for life? The Crown Prince was eager to know. He grabbed Xingya's wrist, determined to get him to tell the truth.

But his hand grasped nothing, passing right through Xingya's body.

"He's a spirit, only you and I can see him," Mingye explained.

The Crown Prince then realized why Xingya had been able to evade the guards outside and enter the Imperial Heart Palace.

"What brings you here?" Mingye propped his head up with his hand, weariness etched into his brow.

Xingya bent down to meet his gaze: "You should go see the person imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace. My master is still young and needs someone to protect him as he grows." He then nodded meaningfully to the little demon king.

Mingye frowned, pondered for a long time, and sighed softly: "...Is that so..."

A commotion arose outside the palace gates, and the Heavenly Emperor's urgent voice called out: "Yin Qi..."

"How many things are you hiding from me?!" the Fourth Prince roared, his fiery red hair flying in the air. His angry fist was almost aimed at the Heavenly Emperor, but it stopped abruptly in mid-air. He glanced back at the child inside the palace, his golden eyes filled with disappointment—the person he had painstakingly cultivated was not Yaoxing, not the hope for saving the Three Realms. All his efforts and expectations had been wasted.

"Yin Qi!" The Heavenly Emperor hurriedly caught up with his departing figure. "Listen to my explanation. I didn't mean to deceive you. If I had told you the truth from the beginning, given your personality, how could you have agreed..."

His voice faded into the distance, no longer audible in the hall.

Xingya turned back and sneered, "Someone was even more anxious than you to learn that you're not Yaoxing." Mingye

sighed inwardly—even if he wasn't Yaoxing, he was still himself. Why was the Fourth Prince so disappointed? The way he looked at him just now was as if he were looking at a worthless piece of trash. From now on, Mingye thought, he probably couldn't return to Shayunluo City to recuperate, because the Fourth Prince would no longer bother with him; he had lost his value as a person to be cared for.

He forced himself to stand up. Every story, good or bad, should eventually have an ending. He agreed to Xingya's request: "Okay, I'll go see him, but I'd like to change my clothes first."

The Crown Prince didn't stop him. He was an extremely intelligent man, and from Xingya's hints, he had already deduced the whole story. Without waiting for anyone to tell him, he already knew who the real Yaoxing was. "Hey..." he called out to Mingye, "Looking at you now, you can't even walk steadily. Do you have the ability to save people? Let me remind you, the Dark Emperor of Mi Kingdom is the only hostage in the hands of the Heavenly Palace. Father has sent heavy troops to guard him closely. It won't be easy to save him."

Mingye turned around, remained silent for a while, and then answered irrelevantly: "Brother Crown Prince, do I look really thin and ugly right now?" He touched his sharp face with his hand: "I don't want him to see me like this. You're right. A good appearance may be my only advantage, but unfortunately, I'm about to lose even that..."

In front of the mirror, he carefully dressed himself up, like a girl about to go on a date with her lover, with a morbid obsession with her appearance.

"Yiquan, can you give me some advice? My complexion... is it still that bad? Would it look better if I put on some powder to cover it up? Please help me, I can't see clearly." Mingye was getting anxious. In the mirror, black was black and white was white, without any color. He tried to blink his eyes, hoping to regain some vision, but all he saw was a blurry black and white world.

Yi Quan knelt down in front of him and took his hand: "Don't worry, Your Highness is the most beautiful child."

Ming Ye was taken aback: "Still a child? How could that be? Haven't I grown up yet?" He then examined the blurry reflection in the mirror: "I've never really looked at my own face properly before, and I probably won't have the chance again. I just hope it's not too scary."

"No, Your Highness is the most beautiful."

Ming Ye was still unhappy: "If it were the real Yi Quan, she would definitely say even more sweet words to coax me, but she will never talk to me again..."

The robot behind him, who had Yi Quan's appearance, said faithfully: "I will not leave. I will always stay with Your Highness."

That was also a standard answer programmed, but the little demon king was relieved. There was still someone willing to stay with him, and that was good. He

was fully dressed in the formal palace attire of the demon royal family, white as snow, spotless.

"Your Highness, should I put your hair up?"

His silver hair, which had once been cut to shoulder length, had grown much in the past six months, reaching his waist.

"Put it up in your hair. I remember you always wore it in a bun for important occasions." Everything seemed to have returned to square one. After all the twists and turns, he was still that arrogant, aloof, lonely, and world-weary demon prince. A section in the middle, like a missing page in a book, was gently turned.

(05-07

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After much hesitation, the Crown Prince finally slipped a small token into Mingye's hand before he could go alone to the Imperial Palace to rescue the imprisoned Dark Emperor. "Take this. It will save you a lot of trouble. While Father is still entangled with the Fourth Prince and has no time to attend to this, hurry and rescue him."

Mingye opened his palm and saw that the small jade token was actually the Heavenly Emperor's decree. He knew that because of Kui's matter, the Crown Prince hated both him and the Dark Emperor. This act of risking his life to help him had truly confused him: "Crown Prince, using the Heavenly Emperor's decree privately is tantamount to forging an imperial edict; that's a serious crime." The Crown Prince

smiled roguishly: "Don't worry, if it gets exposed, I'll just tell Father that you stole the token."

Mingye was speechless, not even bothering to thank him, and simply took the token and turned to leave. "Mingming!" The prince behind him regained his seriousness. "Xiao Kui is my only younger brother. Please bring him back safely." To break the stalemate between the Heavenly Palace and humanity, a catalyst was needed, and their only hope lay with the Little Demon King.

"I'll try my best," Mingye replied indifferently. He said "try my best," but there was no guarantee, because he was increasingly unable to understand Kui's thoughts.

Xingya leaned against the palace door, holding his astrological staff. As Mingye passed by, he asked with amusement, "The death of a lover or the betrayal of a lover—which hurts you more?"

Mingye paused, his heart filled with bitterness. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, continuing on his way past Xingya.

The scepter clanged, and Xingya's spiritual power rippled outwards, activating the Celestial Star Chart, which unfolded before the three: "Two stars have descended, the Dark Star representing the root of extreme evil, and the Radiant Star representing the source of extreme good. The hazy, indistinct shadows between them serve as a cover for the true Radiant Star. Your Highness, would you be willing to let me divine for you?"

The astrological staff emitted a dazzling white light, but soon, a more powerful and intimidating silver light gently yet irresistibly suppressed the scepter's radiance. The Celestial Star Chart shattered with a crash, and the astrologer's barrier was broken. Xingya opened his eyes to the frost that had formed on the scepter, his breath catching in his throat. He looked up at the young prince in disbelief.

"No need," he said, "I have never believed in fate." With these words, he stepped into the Imperial Palace. He, who did not believe in fate, had already seen his future and destiny; what use was star divination for prophecy?

The Imperial Palace was the Heavenly Emperor's bedroom. Confining the Dark Emperor there, besides its excellent security for easy surveillance, wasn't beneath the Dark Emperor's dignity. But Mingye never expected that when the majestic palace gates slowly opened, he would see such a scene—

on the grand bed reserved only for emperors, the canopy hung high, and leaning against the headboard was a man with a beautiful, delicate, and alluring face. His robes were wide open, revealing his breasts, and another man knelt beside him, carefully kneading his full breasts. He was clearly unwilling, his delicate brows furrowed, his head slightly shaking, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mingye's head buzzed, his blood surging, and he rushed forward, punching the man in the face. The man was no less skilled, narrowly dodging the punch, but was still forced off the bed by the force of the passing blow. Mingye pressed his hand to his chest, suppressing his heavy breathing and his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst. After seeing the man's face clearly, he warned with a frosty expression, "If it weren't for Shasha, I would have killed you today!"

The man was none other than Shui Xinsha's father, Shui Zhanyi, the imperial physician of the Heavenly Palace. Looking at the furious young prince, he guessed he had been misunderstood and quickly explained, "Please calm down, Your Highness. I had no intention of being disrespectful, it's just that he..." The physician pointed to the person lying on the bed, moaning softly, "He recently gave birth, and his breasts are severely engorged with milk. He refuses to open his milk ducts to let the milk flow naturally, so I had to use finger massage to help him expel the milk and prevent it from accumulating in his breasts."

Hearing this, Mingye's anger subsided. He took out the Heavenly Emperor's edict and ordered, "You may leave."

The physician was puzzled, but with the edict before him, he could only obey. After

the physician left, there was no one else in the room. Qianfan stared intently at the silver-haired boy's retreating figure, his gaze unwavering, fearing it was merely a hallucination born of his overwhelming longing. Tears welled in his eyes. He tried to approach the boy, but the golden chain binding his waist restricted his movements. To prevent him from escaping or committing suicide, the Heavenly Emperor had his hands bound behind his back, and his mouth gagged with cloth. Qianfan could only utter weak "mmm" sounds. However, Mingye's hearing was impaired, and he did not hear the calls from behind. His physical strength was extremely weak, and he could only muster a little spirit with his spiritual power. When the cold poison within his body was finally stabilized by the power of the Heavenly Soul, he turned his head and saw that the boy's face was streaked with tears, and

he was utterly powerless. "Don't cry, don't cry!" In his entire life, Mingye feared nothing more than seeing Qianfan's tears. Whenever he cried, Mingye wished he could give everything he had to make him smile. At that moment, the little devil suddenly became confused, thinking Qianfan was still his Qianfan, and naturally said, "I've come to take you home. Don't be afraid, I'm here, I won't let anyone else bully you..." He was about to smile, but the smile suddenly froze on his lips—he remembered the truth. All the promises and protections had become a joke. Silently, he reached behind Qianfan's head and untied the cloth binding his mouth. "

Your Highness, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Qianfan thought that once his mouth was free, he would have so much to say to the child, to explain everything, to beg for his forgiveness. But when the words came out, only three words came out. With each choked "I'm sorry," his tears fell even more heavily. "Don't cry..." If it were before, Mingye would have gently embraced him, kissed him, kissed away his tears, kissed away his sorrow. But now, Mingye could only look at him helplessly, because this was no longer the person he loved, but the Dark Emperor of Mi Kingdom. "It's alright," he said casually. "I've always been alone, it's not a big deal." Mingye forced a clumsy smile. "You have your reasons, I understand. So… you don't need to apologize to me." He hid his own sorrow, trying not to burden him, striving to appear mature and tolerant—that should be like an adult, right? Qianfan sensed the child's estrangement; he insisted on separating the two, clearly defining "you" and "me." Qianfan's heart ached, his thoughts were anxious and chaotic, unsure how to salvage the situation. Mingye lowered his head and ripped off the gold chain tied to Qianfan's waist: "Can you walk? If you can, leave here first. The Heavenly Emperor will find out soon..." "Your Highness..." Qianfan was shocked and hurriedly grabbed his sleeve: "You came to find me, not on the orders of His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor? Could it be... could it be that Your Highness came to abduct..." Mingye quickly covered his mouth, looking him up and down. Where was the intelligence in this dull-witted boy? How did he become the Dark Emperor who dominated the human kingdoms? Mingye released his hand with a slight headache: "Go back to Shuntian City first! It will be very dangerous for you to stay in the Heavenly Palace. Although the Heavenly Emperor dares not kill you, he may do something to harm you in order to put pressure on humanity. Going back to Shuntian City is only a temporary measure. We will discuss the next steps later." "But... won't this implicate Your Highness?" Qianfan knew that if His Highness hid him in Shuntian City, it would undoubtedly be a betrayal of the Heavenly Palace, and the Demon Clan would inevitably be drawn into this conflict. “No.” Mingye subtly withdrew his sleeve. “The Demon Clan has declared independence, no longer under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Palace, and no longer needs to be subservient to the God Clan. As for me, you need not worry. Those old ministers and nobles in the court have long disliked me, only wishing they could find a fault with me to remove me from the imperial register. This is a perfect opportunity for them.” “Your Highness…” Qianfan felt a pang of pity, but the boy’s arrogant expression left him unsure how to comfort him. Mingye helped him adjust his robes: “Come, let’s go. This place is not safe to linger.” He turned and walked ahead, and Qianfan could only hurry to follow. Several times, he wanted to reach out and take the child’s hand, but that solitary figure in snow-white robes seemed as cold as ice, keeping everyone at arm’s length. Qianfan dared not utter a sound, silently wiping away his tears, biting his lip to swallow his bitterness.

The Emperor's Palace was heavily fortified with barriers set up by the gods, making it difficult to break through even with teleportation. Mingye dared not alert them, so he used the Heavenly Emperor's decree to bring Qianfan out of the palace before saying, "To minimize the risks along the way, I'd better use teleportation to bring you back, but your health..." Since giving birth, Qianfan's health had improved considerably, but Mingye was unwilling to take the risk.

"It's alright, I'm fine." Qianfan knew that the little prince had used teleportation on him before, and that physical contact was necessary. He approached the child, his hands trembling, wanting to reach out but hesitant. "Little prince, please... use teleportation, okay?" Little prince... please hug me, okay?

Mingye's cold expression softened slightly. Perhaps suddenly remembering the past, his eyes softened, and he quietly opened his arms, gently embracing Qianfan's slender waist. This might be their last embrace, so he cherished it all the more. Holding that warm body in his arms, he felt life was so complete, so blissful. This was the little happiness he had been searching for. He wanted to etch this feeling deep into his heart, so that even if he had to walk alone in the future, reliving this moment would give him the strength to survive.

Mingye buried his head in Qianfan's chest, hoping his feelings could be conveyed through their close physical contact—Qianfan, I love you so much, so very much… If one day I have to leave this life, please don't be sad. And please believe that I lived earnestly and diligently, making the most of every single day. Holding hands, yet unable to reach the end, this ending may be regrettable, but I have no regrets. Meeting you, the time spent with you, everything I did, the decisions I made… I have no regrets.

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Back in his palace in Shuntian City, the noisy scene of the past was gone. The chattering of the young people was no longer there, nor the baby's mischievous crying. Apart from the palace maids on duty outside, the room was deserted, eerily quiet.

Lying on his familiar bed, Qianfan felt utterly disheartened. If the young prince truly wanted to spend his life with him, he should have seized this last chance to elope with him to the mortal realm. Wherever they went, he was willing to accompany his beloved child. But the young prince had actually brought him back to the Demon Palace! Could he not be forgiven? Did the young prince no longer love him, no longer want him? The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Qianfan looked at the child who had been lying motionless in his arms for a long time.

Mingye had overestimated his body's endurance. It was fortunate that he hadn't strayed from his teleportation destination. He took a moment to catch his breath, slowly wiping away the warm blood trickling from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve before struggling to sit up. The excruciating pain still made him furrow his brow slightly. His complexion was so poor that it couldn't be concealed by a light layer of makeup.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Could it be a side effect of the Tai Chi Token? Qianfan wanted to pull him closer to see clearly, but he was shocked the moment he touched his hand. It was as cold as ice. His body temperature had always been low, but never completely cold. Touching it felt like…like…like a long-dead corpse. Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to investigate further. The child reacted as if burned, immediately pulling his hand back into his sleeve, glancing at him furtively before pretending nothing was wrong and looking out the window.

Qianfan gave a bitter smile. Sure enough, the young prince wouldn't forgive him, and even began to resent his touch. Perhaps in the child's eyes, he was a dirty person, filthy inside and out. "Young prince, don't you have any questions for me?" He hoped for a chance to explain.

Questions? Mingye tilted his head, trying to think, his mind filled with questions but unable to find the words. For example—Qianfan, did you ever love me? Were you happy with me? Every night when I was asleep, did you laugh at me for being so naive and easily fooled? Or…did you actually care about me even a little? Did you like me even a little bit? After thinking it over, Mingye realized he didn't really want to know the truth. From childhood until now, he had suffered too much neglect, too much indifference, and too much disappointment. Gradually, he lost all confidence in himself, as if anyone betraying him was perfectly normal. Perhaps it was better not to delve any further. Perhaps he could simply consider that every smile during their time together was genuine, so at least he could still have some beautiful memories.

Facing Qianfan's eager anticipation, Mingye could only ask softly, "Qianfan... is this name real?" His voice was so soft he could barely hear himself, his lowered eyelashes concealing the timidity in his silver eyes. He even seemed a little humble, afraid to raise his head, as if afraid the other would be angry, or perhaps worried about hearing an answer that would disappoint him.

"The name is real. My name is Shouwang Qianfan."

Mingye breathed a soft sigh of relief, then couldn't help but sigh inwardly: As expected of the Dark Emperor, he dared to use his real name to infiltrate his side.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Qianfan said, "My identity and name have never been recognized. They are a taboo in the Mi Kingdom. Even if Your Highness really investigates, you might not be able to find out." He smiled faintly, a rare hint of sarcasm appearing on his handsome face: "However, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor is indeed capable. I made thorough preparations, but I didn't expect him to still see through my disguise."

He didn't notice that the child shivered when he heard these words—he really wasn't the Qianfan he knew anymore. Mingye closed his eyes in despair; otherwise, tears would surely well up again. He dared not ask, nor dared he listen.

Qianfan, seeing the child's unwillingness to speak, felt a dull ache in her heart, unsure how to break the silence. So, neither of them spoke, letting time slowly slip by. The light outside the window gradually dimmed until the fear of darkness suddenly assailed him. Mingye jolted awake and hurriedly turned on all the lights in the room.

Still shaken, he looked out the dark window, then at the time on the clock. It was long past dinner time. The servants, unaware that he had returned to the palace, naturally wouldn't come to serve him food. He had no appetite at all, so he turned to Qianfan and asked, "Are you hungry? Shall I cook something for you?" He remembered there were some vegetables hidden in the small refrigerator; he wondered if they had spoiled after all these days. Making a simple dinner shouldn't be a problem.

Qianfan stared at him blankly, "Your Highness, why... are you still being so gentle with me?"

"Why are you crying again?" Mingye squatted down in front of him in annoyance, looking up at him, his posture and expression like a puppy that didn't know how to please its master. He had been working hard to learn cooking so that he could cook delicious meals every day to fatten up Qianfan, this gluttonous cat. He smiled, his eyes crinkling, "Before, I worried all the time, what would you do if I wasn't by your side one day? How could I let go of you, so clumsy and silly? Now it's good, I know that Qianfan is capable of protecting and taking care of herself, so even if I leave, I can rest assured."

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"No! Don't leave me, Your Highness..." Please don't say goodbye so easily, we finally managed to be together. Extreme anxiety made Qianfan rush forward and hug the child without thinking. Feeling the boy's slight struggle in his arms, he used his soft body to press the young prince down onto the bed: "Hmm... I feel... a little uncomfortable..." Because he was lying, his voice was very soft, and trembled with shame, sounding somewhat weak.

Sure enough, the boy in his arms stopped moving and looked up at him: "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Could it be... that those bastards from the God Clan tortured you?"

The concern revealed in his silver eyes made Qianfan feel guilty: "They didn't, it's just that I..." His face flushed, and he bit his lower lip: "After giving birth... I don't know why, my stomach... um, my stomach has been feeling a little uncomfortable."

Mingye reached out and gently massaged his flat stomach: "Should we call the imperial physician?"

"No need!" Qianfan hurriedly said: "You... you can massage it for me. Um..." He suppressed his shame and pulled the child's hand to his chest, "Not just my stomach, even my breasts..." But Mingye's hand withdrew before touching that softness: "Qianfan!" As if seeing through his little thoughts, the boy pushed him away helplessly and sat up.

Qianfan quickly stood up, "I didn't lie to you! Your Highness, my chest...it really hurts, it hurts so much..." His clear phoenix eyes gazed at him with a deep sadness—but what truly hurt was the heart within his chest.

Mingye's gaze swept lightly over his chest, finally settling on his open hem. Due to his earlier movement, his snow-white thighs were exposed outside his robe, bandaged with gauze. Mingye stared intently, with pity, but without a trace of lust: "That wound...does it still hurt?" Even when he was in a state of panic and pain, when he raised his gun to shoot Qianfan, Mingye had still managed to control the accuracy of the muzzle. The bullet had only grazed the skin, not damaged any bones or tendons. Under the careful care of the imperial physicians, the wound should have healed almost completely.

However, it was this small wound that witnessed their separation and rupture.

Qianfan hurriedly pulled up the hem of his robe, concealing the unsightly wound: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt at all."

"I heard that you agreed to help me bear a child for the Heavenly Emperor, only because you hoped to obtain the strongest seal of the gods?" Mingye asked calmly, as if discussing something insignificant, his lowered eyelashes making it impossible for others to discern his true thoughts.

Qianfan was taken aback, recalling his initial intention in approaching the young prince. After a moment of silence, he finally answered softly, "Yes." Upon hearing this answer, he saw a deep sorrow stain the child's face, like a drop of ink accidentally spilled on a clear pool, slowly spreading, boundlessly diluting, gradually fading, and finally disappearing completely.

"If you obtained the strongest seal, what do you plan to use it for? To declare war on the gods and demons?"

"No, I have no such thoughts." Qianfan denied, "The power of humans is far inferior to that of gods and demons. I borrow the strongest seal only to protect humanity. Before we develop a new type of protective technology that can rival the barrier created by the power of the Heavenly Soul, the strongest seal can at least buy us some time and protect humanity from the invasion of the Heavenly Realm."

Mingye asked again, "How long would it take to develop that technology?"

Qianfan pondered for a moment, "About... four or five years." That's plenty of time. If the funding is in place, it might be possible to complete the research and development in less than three years.

"Four or five years?" Mingye looked out the window with some difficulty, his eyes dim, and he murmured uncontrollably, "It takes that long..."

"Your Highness," Qianfan said cautiously, "When we were in the Imperial Palace, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor told me... that the strongest seal is now in Your Highness's hands." He tugged at Mingye's sleeve, "I can assure you, humanity has no ambition to dominate the Three Realms. They only borrowed the strongest seal for self-preservation. Your Highness, could you... could you..." Before he could finish speaking, the child resolutely pulled his sleeve away.

Walking to the window, he saw that it was pitch black outside, not a single star in the sky. The evening breeze was cold and sparse, blowing in weakly. Mingye hugged his arms tightly, trying to keep himself from shivering. "Yes," he said.

The brief answer made a glimmer of light flash in Qianfan's eyes, who had been filled with despair.

“I can give you the strongest seal, but I have one condition.” Mingye turned back to face the person on the bed, seeing him sitting there nervously, his hands gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, his knuckles white. Mingye felt a pang of pity: “Qianfan, give me back the child, that’s the condition.”

Qianfan’s body went limp—the little prince… hadn’t kept him. He wanted his child back, but not him!

His heart ached as if it were bleeding. For some unknown reason, Qianfan heard himself say, “No!” Tears streamed down his cheeks.

Mingye, however, mistakenly thought he was reluctant to part with his baby, and his tears always easily softened his heart and made him surrender. Mingye had no choice but to turn his face away, refusing to look at his tearful face: "A child born as a tool is pitiful. This child, Qianfan, you should leave him alone. Wait until you meet someone you truly love, then have a healthy and lively baby with him..."

Suddenly, a figure flashed past the window, "Your Highness!!!!" The boy's boisterous voice injected a glimmer of life into the deathly silence of the night: "Quickly remove the barrier and let me in! I want to see you!"

Mingye couldn't see clearly, but he could sense that aura belonged to Guiyi—

after waiting for so long, he had finally returned, but it was all too late.

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"Your Highness," the boy outside the door urged again, "Let me in quickly, I have something to talk to you about, it's very important."

The boy was going through puberty, his voice was extremely unpleasant, hoarse and broken like a duck's, and if he continued to quack, the entire Demon Palace would be alarmed. Mingye was already in excruciating pain all over his body due to the invasion of the cold poison, and now even his head ached. He rubbed his temples and whispered to Guiyi, "Come in first and wait for me in the study." As soon as the barrier was lifted, the boy outside, as if afraid he'd change his mind, darted into the study like a rabbit, shouting, "I'm here! Hurry up!"

Mingye ignored him, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and found a slice of cheesecake and several large apples. He peeled the apples, cut out the flesh, and put them in a blender to make a large glass of sweet, fresh juice, with bright green pulp floating in it. He returned to the bedside and handed the cake and juice to Qianfan, saying, "I have to leave for a while; there's no time to make dinner. Eat this to fill your stomach."

Qianfan looked at the dessert in her hand, then at the departing prince, her heart filled with bitterness. She could only shed tears, unable to utter a single word. "Don't go...don't go..." He opened his mouth, but the voice choked in his throat, and he wasn't sure if he could even utter a sound. His eyes were blurry with tears, and he quickly wiped them with his sleeve. When he looked up again, the little prince was gone from the room. He was terrified, afraid that his beloved child would never return, afraid that this was the last time they would see each other. Panicked, he hurriedly put down what he was holding on the table and tried to follow. In his haste, he knocked over a glass, spilling the juice all over the floor. He didn't care and rushed to the study door, just in time to hear the young master of the Chenglong family speaking:

"...Little prince, tell me honestly, are you planning to leave the demon realm and never care about the lives of your people again?"

Qianfan stopped in his tracks, his heart pounding. He leaned against the doorframe, waiting for the little prince's answer. That child had once said that he would leave everything here and live with him in the human world. Silence filled the study for a long time, almost an eternity, before the young prince finally whispered, "...No...I have no such intention." Qianfan froze, feeling a chill run through her from head to toe.

Guiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness. A few days ago, I came to find you and ran into you at the Heavenly Palace for the birth festival. I didn't see you, but I saw several servants from your palace acting suspiciously, carrying two babies somewhere. I stopped them and asked, but they said they were on your orders to take the children out of the palace. I was puzzled at the time, why did you send the children away? They were being raised well in the palace. After thinking about it over and over, I concluded that unless you also didn't want to stay in this palace and were determined to escape the Demon Clan." Guiyi scratched his head: "Later, I waited here every day, wanting to find you and ask you for an explanation. Fortunately, I was wrong."

Mingye felt a pang of pain in his heart, looking down and playing with the golden ring on his left hand. In fact, it wasn't him who ordered the children to be taken away, but the Dark Emperor. The six of them—Feng Hua Xue Yue, Xiao Tian, Xiao Di, and the others—were all super-humanoid computers with mind control, obeying only their single master.

"Here, take this back." Gui Yi casually tossed the silver-white sword to Ming Ye's feet—the Cold Moon Blade!

Ming Ye slowly bent down, picked up the sword, and drew it with a "clang—"—the blade flashing with a cold light, sharp and intimidating. Just as he had predicted: "If the blade has drunk blood, it will turn rose-colored. Gui Yi, you haven't completed your mission."

"I can't kill my uncle with my own hands!" He had been righteously indignant, but seeing the deep weariness and disappointment in the boy's eyes, a pang of guilt welled up inside him. Between loyalty and filial piety, he chose the latter. And that's why he knew he was incapable of great things, having failed the young prince's high expectations.

He dared to appear here, having mentally prepared himself to bear all the blame and punishment alone. Unexpectedly, the people at the table didn't even glance at him, merely waving their hands: "That's enough, that matter is over. Lead your people back to the Chenglong family's territory."

Guiyi was astonished, "You don't intend to pursue this further?" Such a good thing?

"My not pursuing the Chenglong family doesn't mean I'm letting your uncle off the hook. He's still a criminal exiled by the Demon Clan." A violent aura erupted from the young prince like a vortex: "Don't let me see him again, I'll personally cut off his head!" He hadn't forgiven the clan leader who had humiliated Qianfan, but the Demon Clan had just broken away from the Heavenly Palace and was in dire need of manpower. Thirty thousand remnants couldn't compare to the population of a single city of the God Clan. He couldn't weaken the Demon Clan's power for his own selfish reasons; even the deepest hatred had to be temporarily set aside.

"From this day forward, you are the patriarch of the Chenglong family." The Heavenly Palace could not stand idly by and allow the Demon Race to grow stronger, given their independence. The current inaction across the Three Realms was merely a temporary check and balance, but this unstable equilibrium would soon be shattered. If the enemy were at the gates, to avoid the ravages of war, the Demon Race would have no choice but to activate the Endless Underground Palace, allowing the entire city to float in mid-air. The nuclear magnetic reactor, serving as the power center, would be the strongest bargaining chip to deter the Heavenly Palace's invasion; if it detonated, half of the Heavenly Realm would be reduced to hell.

"Take your people back to Shuntian City. It will be too late if you wait any longer."

"Too late... what does that mean?" Gui Yi was still confused. His uncle had been exiled, but at least his life had been spared. This was the most merciful ending he had never dared to imagine. But why would the young prince, who hated his uncle to the bone, suddenly grant a general amnesty to the Chenglong family? "I don't understand..." He touched the box beside him, which contained some information he had painstakingly collected. His purpose was to plead for the young prince to spare his uncle's life. Unexpectedly, things had progressed more smoothly than he had anticipated. He didn't even need to say anything; the young prince had already pardoned his uncle's death sentence. So, did he still need to present the contents of this box to the young prince?

"I'm tired. You may leave." The young prince had already stood up from the head seat.

"Hey!" Gui Yi called out to the departing figure, handing over the box in his hand: "The contents of this... well, please take a look. If it causes you any trouble..." He hesitated, his palms sweaty, as if the box held a heavy secret.

Seeing his solemn expression, Ming Ye descended the steps and stood before him.

"Never mind!" Gui Yi withdrew his hand. "I was just guessing, without any real evidence. Your Highness need not take it to heart, and I don't want to be a petty person." He took the box back, and Ming Ye reached for it just as they were about to part, and the box fell to the ground, the lid opened, and the contents spilled out, scattering everywhere.

It turned out to be a stack of photographs.

Ming Ye squatted down and picked them up one by one to examine them closely. The backgrounds of the photographs were all magnificent palaces and mansions, with different architectural styles, and Ming Ye vaguely remembered several of the people in the pictures—they were all heads of state of major human powers. Unfortunately, these were not photos of political scenes, but rather everyday life photos, like those taken by paparazzi who like to follow celebrities, hiding in corners, so the images were blurry and difficult to discern. But in every single photo, without exception, there was a familiar figure that captivated Mingye's gaze—Qianfan!

Though younger, Mingye recognized him instantly. He was posing intimately with heads of state, laughing and chatting happily; some photos even showed them kissing and embracing. His relationship with these people was self-evident. In that instant, Mingye understood why funds from several major human nations were continuously flowing into the Mi Kingdom. The rumors about the Dark Emperor were absolutely true; someone was indeed manipulating everything in the shadows. He suddenly remembered the Mi Kingdom's king who shielded Shouwang Luoyue from a bullet on the day of the birth festival. That wasn't a real person; it was a computer in human skin. Mingye looked again at the heads of state in the photos, increasingly finding their smiles stiff, like walking corpses. They must be long dead by now—how terrifying! This was the Dark Emperor. What method did he have to make these high-ranking men dote on him, trust him, and place him in the most unguarded position by their side? With a sweet body? With tender and affectionate words? Still with those clear, pure eyes?

I actually...love him so much...

In the Dark Emperor's plan, will he one day, like he did with these heads of state, assassinate me, the young master of the demon race, then replace me with a similar puppet, and then speak sweet nothings to the puppet with a smile?

Is that it? Qianfan, are you planning to kill me?

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 241

has been updated with two chapters. Don't forget to read the previous chapter, otherwise you won't be able to follow along.

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"Your Highness, that's enough, stop looking." Gui Yi snatched the photos from his hand. "I only collected these photos to show you because I thought it looked a bit like him, to make you suspicious, to shake your love for him, and then to take the opportunity to persuade you to lessen your uncle's punishment. Actually, how could the person in these photos be Qian Fan? People just look alike. You know Qian Fan better than anyone else."

After seeing the photos, the young prince was stunned, frozen in place, unable to move. Guiyi shook him vigorously: "Your Highness! Hey! What are you doing? It's just a few photos, and they're all blurry. I haven't even seen who's in them yet. Are you sure you don't want to go to such lengths?"

A cold laugh came from the doorway: "You don't need to bother explaining. He knows in his heart whether those photos are real or fake."

Guiyi was surprised to hear this: "Uncle! What are you doing here?"

Sure enough, two people walked in from outside. Besides the sinister-looking Clan Chief Chenglong, there was also Qianfan, who was being held hostage by him with a short sword.

"Guiyi, come here!" Clan Chief Chenglong ordered his nephew. "We'll hand this wretched woman over to the Demon Lord and see how he deals with her." He whispered in Qianfan's ear, "You human spy, let's see who can protect you today."

"What spy?" Guiyi jumped up, "No evidence, Uncle, don't wrong an innocent person."

"An innocent person? Him? Haha..." Chief Chenglong laughed loudly, "Guiyi, who do you think he is?"

"Qianfan, he's just..." the young prince's favored concubine! Gui Yi had intended to say that, but then realized it was inappropriate and quickly changed his words to a more elegant one, "Isn't it just someone the young prince likes?"

"You're right," Chief Cheng Long laughed again, "That little scoundrel is blinded by lust. For this wretch, he didn't hesitate to slaughter his own people, forcing our family into a dead end. Fortunately, Heaven has eyes. Guess who this person is? Hmph, you'd never guess such a fascinating person." He pretended to push Qian Fan forward, "He's the hostage recently captured by the Heavenly Realm—the Dark Emperor of the Mi Kingdom!" Cheng Long trembled with excitement, "Just imagine, if the hostage is lost by the Heavenly Palace, will the Mi Kingdom let it go? What if something happens to Prince Kui, who was abducted to the mortal realm? Then the war between the Heavenly Realm and humanity will be over!"

"No!" Qianfan pleaded, "Please, don't hand me over to the Demon Lord. Humans don't want war. Let me go back. As long as I return to the Mi Kingdom, the war will end... Ugh!!!"

A heavy punch struck his abdomen. Chief Chenglong roared, "Shut up! You shameless woman, how dare you say such things? Don't you even remember who started this war!"

Qianfan's vision blurred with pain. He had only recently given birth, and his damaged uterus was slowly recovering. This heavy punch made him unable to stand, and he collapsed limply. The chief grabbed his long hair and lifted him from the ground. Just as he was about to mock him, a sudden murderous aura approached, causing the battle-hardened demon chief to parry the flying projectile with his sword and decisively drop the person in his arms, retreating rapidly.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The short sword flew out of his hand during the final clash. "Uncle!" Guiyi cried out shrilly.

Chief Chenglong retreated to the outside of the corridor, barely managing to steady himself. His hands and feet were already bruised in several places, blood dripping from his fingertips and the hem of his clothes onto the ground. "You…" When he looked closely,

he realized that what the young prince had used as a projectile was actually the photograph in the box. Those thin sheets of paper, after cutting him, had become like indestructible blades, deeply embedded in the ground and walls. Guiyi was still in shock; he hadn't even seen when the young prince had made his move.

Mingye walked over, picked up Qianfan, who was clutching his abdomen, drenched in cold sweat from the pain, and glared coldly at Chief Chenglong. Then he heard the person in his arms softly say, "Young prince, I'm sorry…"

A chill ran through his chest—

stunned, Mingye looked down at the short sword embedded in his chest, and at the person holding the hilt—Qianfan!

The blade was firmly embedded in the arrow wound he had suffered in the past…

Qianfan wept bitterly. Mingye habitually raised his hand to wipe away Qianfan's tears: "Why are you crying?" A metallic taste filled his throat, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Killing me...wasn't that already part of your plan? Everything has gone as you wished, so why are you crying?

"...Forgive me, Your Highness..." Qianfan choked back tears, holding the increasingly weak child tightly, whispering in his ear again and again: "...Forgive me...Forgive me..."

I don't blame you, Qianfan. Don't be sad, I just want to see you smile, a gentle smile...

Mingye wanted to tell him what was in his heart, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, making it impossible to utter a single word. His sorrowful silver eyes slowly closed, and the hand that had been wiping away Qianfan's tears fell limply into the pool of blood beside him with a soft "smack." Qianfan

held him, crying and laughing at the same time, "Come with me to the mortal realm, Your Highness. I will protect you...No one can disturb us. Once we're in the mortal realm, we can be together forever." To take the young prince away, he could only do so when the prince was off guard and had lost his spiritual power. Qianfan knew that sword strike wouldn't kill the young prince. His younger brother, Luo Yue, had injured him before, in the same spot. Therefore, this wound would only cause the young prince to lose his spiritual power within a few days.

The roar of an engine filled the sky, and an invisible celestial warship, devoid of light or shadow, anchored on the lawn outside the palace.

"Clan Chief Chenglong, let's go." Qianfan picked up the unconscious child and nodded slightly to the demon clan chief standing behind him.

"Yes, Lord Dark Emperor." Clan Chief Chenglong bowed and followed behind. After taking a couple of steps, he turned back and called to his nephew, who was standing there dumbfounded, "Guiyi, hurry up and catch up! What are you standing there for?"

Guiyi clutched his head, clearly still reeling from the series of shocking scenes. "Oh my god, am I having a nightmare?! What... what is going on?! Uncle, you... betrayed the young prince... betrayed the demon race!" He then pointed at Qianfan ahead, "He... he... he... killed the young prince... I... my god!" He stammered, not even knowing what he was trying to say.

Clan Chief Chenglong shook his head, returned to Guiyi's side, knocked him unconscious, and carried him on his way.

The sound of the skyship's engine gradually faded into the distance, and the night sky over Shuntian City returned to tranquility. Watching the ghostly celestial warship disappear into the pitch-black night, vanishing without a trace, Grand Tutor Fulan asked with concern, "Demon Lord, is... you really just going to abandon us?"

Demon Lord Hengye also looked worried, "Mingye has his reasons for not letting us interfere. He said he will personally go to the mortal realm to settle things."

"But... I'm afraid the young prince won't be able to handle it. That Dark Emperor... is unfathomable. If he reaches the human realm, it will be difficult for us to offer assistance."

The Demon Lord withdrew his gaze, "At this point, we can only trust Mingye's judgment."

(Heavenly Soul Chronicles (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 242

is a lie! Impossible, how could such a thing happen?

Qianfan... actually killed the young prince? Oh, right, he's the Dark Emperor... Qianfan is the Dark Emperor?! Such a delicate, indecisive, and seemingly foolish person—is the Dark Emperor?)

"Damn it!!!" Gui Yi sat up abruptly. "I don't believe it even if you beat me to death!"

"Awake?" Clan Chief Cheng Long sat down beside him and examined the back of his neck—the bruises were still there. He had hit him a little too hard back then; no wonder he had been unconscious for a whole day.

"Uncle!" Gui Yi's eyes widened and his nostrils flared. "I had a very exciting...dream..." He looked around, confirming that he was in an unfamiliar room. "Where am I?" He jolted awake, rolling up his uncle's sleeve to reveal his arm. Sure enough, he saw several fresh wounds. He cautiously asked, "These wounds...were they from the young prince's palace?"

His uncle nodded decisively, "Exactly."

"So...I'm not dreaming?! It's all real?" Guiyi clutched his head, scurrying around like a frightened mouse, "Oh no, oh no! The young prince is dead! What are we going to do? Qianfan killed him. Qianfan...oh, Qianfan is the Dark Emperor! How could that be?" He roared, "How could that idiot be the Dark Emperor?!" He rushed back to his uncle, "The young prince is dead! What about the demons? This is terrible, we're doomed! We must report to the Demon Lord immediately!"

"Quiet down!" The Chenglong clan chief was annoyed by his noise. "You are the heir of the Chenglong family, can't you stop panicking over such a small thing?"

"A trivial matter?" Gui Yi's expression was like a carp: "The young prince is dead, and this is a trivial matter?"

The clan chief curled his lip and said reluctantly, "He's not dead. He's still hovering on the brink of death, but hasn't gone in yet."

At this moment, Gui Yi had no mood to appreciate his uncle's humor. "A knife stuck solidly in his chest, and he can still live?"

"He lost too much blood and is currently being treated. Human medical skills are inferior to those of gods and demons, and we can't use spiritual power to treat him. Besides, there's no blood suitable for demons here. If you're willing to give it to him, maybe you can save him."

Gui Yi didn't say a word: "Okay, I'll go!" He chuckled and rolled up his sleeves: "I knew he wouldn't die so easily."

Led by a human palace maid, he walked through corridors and halls to the other side of the palace. Gui Yi looked around and examined the palace. This palace of the Mi Kingdom was even more ancient and magnificent than that of Shuntian City. This was inevitable. When the demon race was invaded by humans, they were severely weakened. Building Shuntian City to settle 30,000 survivors was already a feat achieved with the full strength of the nation. There simply weren't enough funds to build luxurious decorations and furnishings. The imperial court, the council hall, and even the royal family's palace were all kept simple. Therefore, compared to these, the magnificent palaces of the Mi Kingdom appeared far more imposing.

A palace maid led him to a room where many people stood—officials, doctors, and nurses. The atmosphere was heavy, and everyone spoke in hushed tones. Only one man, his face contorted with irritation and impatience, stepped forward and blocked the imperial physician's path as he emerged from the room, demanding in a gruff voice, "How is he?"

"The situation is very serious," the physician replied succinctly. "His brain has been deprived of oxygen for too long. If we can't find a blood source soon, it will be very dangerous."

The man grew even angrier: "I don't care if that little devil dies! I want to ask about my brother's condition."

"Ah," the physician realized his misunderstanding, "Your Highness, please rest assured, the gentleman is merely a little weak; he's fine."

Gui Yi thought to himself, "Oh," so that was the Crown Prince of Mi, Shouwang Luoyue.

The palace maid led him over, and the physician, upon seeing him, immediately beamed with joy, abandoning the Crown Prince to greet him: "This must be a guest from the Demon Clan. Would you be willing to donate blood for the patient?" Eager to save the patient, the physician's eyes gleamed, his gaze fixed intently on the veins in Gui Yi's arm.

Gui Yi swallowed hard and stretched out his hand with a righteous air: "I'm very afraid of pain, Your Highness, but since it's you, I'll let it go! The hopes of our demon race all rest on you, so you must try your best to get through this."

He thought he could take the opportunity to see the young prince's miserable state so he could mock him later, but before he could even get inside, a pretty little nurse took him to a side room, drained three large bags of blood with a needle, almost turning him into a dried-up corpse.

(Tales of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 243)

Ever since his younger brother was taken away by the Dark Emperor, Demon Lord Hengye had been having the same recurring dream.

In the dream, his younger brother was still very young and very clingy. Perhaps being clever, he had already realized that he wasn't loved by his parents, so he always avoided them and instead pestered his only older brother. At the end of the corridor, the little boy giggled and said to him, "Will you play hide-and-seek with me, brother? I'm going to hide now, and you have to find me, you have to find me..." Then, the little thing flashed and disappeared into some hole. The palace had thousands of rooms, but finding him wasn't difficult at all. The little thing didn't know that everyone's Heavenly Soul emitted a different aura; he couldn't hide his aura and was found almost immediately. But Hengye deliberately teased him, knowing exactly where the other was hiding, he would wander around that spot several times, then pretend he couldn't find him no matter what. Anyway, when it got dark, the starving little pig would pop out, pouting and looking aggrieved: "It's not fun! Playing hide-and-seek with you, brother, I could starve to death inside and no one would find me. I'm not playing with you next time."

"Oh," Hengye teased, "So it was Mingming playing with me."

But despite his annoyance, the next day, his brother would still pester him to play the same game. Back then, he didn't understand why his brother kept playing hide-and-seek with him so enthusiastically, even though he complained it wasn't fun. But now, he probably understood. Actually, Mingye really wanted to be found. He deliberately took up his brother's time just to prove that he was loved and hadn't been forgotten. His brother was actually very lonely, without friends or the love of his parents. Every time he said, "Brother, you have to find me," he really just wanted to say, "Brother, please love me." Unfortunately, his older brother was too young then, and never fulfilled his wishes.

These past few days, every night when Hengye closed his eyes, he dreamt of returning to the Demon Palace of the past, playing hide-and-seek with his younger brother. In the empty palace, in a seemingly endless, eerily silent corridor, he walked and walked, opening every door, but his brother was nowhere to be found. He faintly heard his brother's calls, "Brother, come find me, come find me quickly, you must find me..."

"Brother..." In his unconscious state, Mingye's hand unconsciously reached out slightly, hoping to be grasped by someone else. He wanted to wake up; too many troubles awaited him, and time was running out. But his body was completely unresponsive; even the simple act of opening his eyelids was beyond his control. He felt nothing but cold and pain. He felt like he was lying on a rack studded with nails, the rusty nails piercing his flesh and organs inch by inch. Unable to move, yet unable to die, he was suffering agonizingly. Fortunately, this pain prevented him from recalling those painful memories.

"Your Highness, wake up... wake up and look at me, please... open your eyes..." Qianfan was terrified and completely lost. Days passed, but the boy on the bed showed no signs of waking up; his body was as cold as a corpse. Qianfan held him day and night, trying to warm him with his own body heat, but it was no use. His love could not stop the passing of life.

"Second Brother, don't worry about him. Now that we have Dark Star under our control, he's not necessarily that powerful. Those so-called prophecies are all just scare tactics. As for this Bright Star, we don't need him anymore. Look at his emaciated, skin-and-bones appearance; he's obviously destined for a short life..."

"Slap!" A slap landed on Shouwang Luoyue's astonished face.

"Don't talk nonsense! Get out!" Qianfan was furious and pointed to the door, shooing him away.

Seeing his brother favoring others and slapping him, Shouwang Luoyue felt a pang of resentment. He wiped his face and scoffed, "Such infatuation is unlike you, Second Brother. Didn't you always teach me never to fall for someone on a mission? You, with your most hardened heart, have actually made a mistake today?"

Qianfan choked, knowing his younger brother was right, but looking back at the pale child on the bed, he felt it was a piece of his heart, something he couldn't bear to part with. He could entrust his newborn son to a wet nurse, but he couldn't leave the little prince with anyone else; he couldn't rest easy without seeing him for a moment.

Seeing his brother gazing at the little devil with tender eyes, Shouwang Luoyue's anger flared even more: "Brother, this is nothing like you. 'Gentle and affectionate' is just a false personality. As long as the chip implanted in your brain is removed, you can return to your original self." He walked up to Qianfan, reaching out to touch the small protrusion on the back of his brother's head, where a special chip was inserted to control hormone secretion and influence thought processes, thus altering his temperament. The chip needs to be removed and cleaned periodically to prevent it from contaminating the brain and causing an overlap between the real and fictional personalities. "Second brother, you haven't cleaned the chip in a long time, have you? It's causing this personality blurring as a side effect." The older brother of the past would never have hit him for the sake of an outsider.

Qianfan unconsciously took a step back, avoiding his younger brother's touch. "The little box used to hold the cleaning solution was stolen, so I haven't used it for a while." He glanced at the bed again. Later… the young prince did retrieve it for him. Surprisingly, the young prince wasn't curious about the contents at all, nor did he have anyone secretly investigate. Otherwise, his plan wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

The young prince respected him and trusted him, which is why he didn't reveal the secret he didn't want to disclose. Otherwise, given that child's meticulous mind, he would have become suspicious long ago.

Thinking of this… a dull ache rose in his heart again.

Restraint! Letting emotions dominate reason is too dangerous! If he didn't remove the chip soon, he feared he would eventually completely lose his true nature and be controlled by a fictional personality.

"Alright..." He closed his eyes, finally making up his mind. "Take the chip away, it's no longer needed..."

The mission was complete. It was the longest mission he'd ever undertaken, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted, and he'd paid a heavy price for it.

Initially, to achieve a realistic effect, he even erased his original, real memories and implanted a completely different set of upbringing. It wasn't until half a year ago, after suffering a severe shock, that his original memories gradually returned. Now, two sets of memories coexist in his mind, constantly confusing him about which one was the real him. Was he the Dark Emperor who refused to submit to fate, was adept at manipulating power and intrigue, so cruel that he would even use his own body as a tool, yet controlled all of humanity's resources and technology? Or was he the male prostitute who, due to his abnormal constitution, was constantly manipulated, submissive, and drifting with the tide, yet whose nature remained pure, kind, and gentle?

Continuing like this, the ultimate result would be a split personality.

No more pretense, he needed to reclaim his true self, but another voice within him pleaded, "No...no..." He couldn't distinguish whether it was the genuine voice from his heart or the fabricated Qianfan influencing his decision.

Hearing his brother finally agree to remove the chip, Luo Yue happily suggested, "It would be best to have the doctor erase all your memories from the past few years; they're all useless garbage."

Qianfan shuddered, looking up at his younger brother, who was even taller than him: "Erase...memories?" That meant he would forget the little prince, forget everything that had happened between them, forget the feeling of still deeply loving the little prince and being cherished by him, let go of the little prince's hand, and also let go of the heart that would be moved by that child's joys and sorrows... By

discarding all of this, he could become the true, cold, and ruthless Dark Emperor—Guardian Qianfan.

(Heavenly Soul Chronicle (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 244)

Anyone could see that the Dark Emperor on the operating table was still hesitant. His instructions were delayed for a long time, and the people below could only silently retreat to the side, not daring to make any move.

Removing the chip was imperative, the Dark Emperor thought. Having a dual personality often confused his thinking. The fictional Qianfan was too weak, and… too in love with the Demon Prince. The thought of the child, still unconscious, tore at his heart, and he felt intense condemnation and hatred for hurting the prince. Yet, the Dark Emperor, hard-hearted as he was, felt that betrayal was part of the plan, perfectly justified. These two conflicting thoughts clashed, and if they couldn't be reconciled, he would one day suffer a mental breakdown.

“Brother…” Guardian Luo Yue, worried his brother might waver, stepped forward to urge him on, only to be waved away by his brother's hand, silencing all attempts at persuasion.

The Dark Emperor sighed deeply: Enough. The conflict between the three realms is intensifying, and humanity is constantly at a disadvantage, facing a crisis of survival. What does personal affection matter? Even if it's deeply etched in one's heart, it's still just a matter between two people and should be set aside. My little prince, I have wronged you. This fictional personality must be removed.

“Do it,” he ordered the imperial physician.

To extinguish his other self, the Dark Emperor even injected himself with an anesthetic.

His consciousness began to blur, and in the instant he closed his eyes, a crystal tear unknowingly slid down his cheek…

Why this heartache? Why the tears?

The golden ring on his hand remained as warm and lustrous as ever, bearing the boy's most sincere feelings; the precious and eternal metal shimmered with a red and silver light.

With the buzzing of the surgical drill, the chip in the back of his head, along with the implant, would be removed, and his memories of the past few years would vanish. Memories replayed in his mind like a rewind—he forgot the final betrayal, and he forgot their first encounter…

Strange scenes appeared before him. He vaguely remembered a night in a small, cozy apartment, where the young prince, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner for him.

The boy rolled up his sleeves and carefully chopped vegetables when he suddenly noticed something, looked up, and immediately saw Qianfan. The boy smiled, blinking, "This is the life I want, Qianfan. We'll be together forever, right?" A sweet, happy smile played on his lips as he lowered his head to continue washing and chopping the vegetables, completely absorbed.

The scene before her eyes gradually faded away. Qianfan wanted to reach out and hold on, but she couldn't help herself. Only that small figure remained, diligently preparing a dinner that no one would ever eat...

Suddenly, she awoke, her face cold and wet with tears. "Luo Yue," the Dark Emperor looked at the dampness in his palms and asked his younger brother beside him in confusion, "Why am I crying? I think... I missed a very beautiful dream, and the person in the dream..." "

It's okay." Luo Yue hugged his brother tightly. "The imperial physician said that the chip in your brain hasn't been cleaned for too long, and it has caused some degree of pollution to your brain nerves. What remains in your brain now is just the remnants of the past, which will disappear soon. Brother, don't worry."

After

the chip storing some memories was removed, the Dark Emperor forgot many things that had happened in the past year. His mood gradually calmed down, and his self-reproach was not so strong. Only when he woke up in the middle of the night would he often cry, but he couldn't remember the content of the dream. Strangely, it was clearly a very happy dream, but he just didn't understand why he always woke up crying.

Qian Fan's body had been modified with aphrodisiacs, and her milk was unusually abundant after childbirth. Although the imperial physician of the Demon Palace said that his body would return to its original male appearance, the recovery speed seemed to be very slow. He continued to breastfeed his two babies. Qianfan genuinely loved them; the gentleness within him, a woman's nature, made him utterly defenseless against the tiny, adorable creatures. He provided them with the best of everything. But even feeding them every two hours, how much could a baby's stomach hold? They were so full they were burping, yet Qianfan's chest still felt swollen and aching.

That night, he dismissed all the servants from the room, picked up Benben, who was sleeping soundly in his crib, and patted his little bottom: "Benben, are you hungry?" Qianfan wanted to wake the baby because his breasts were so engorged. But if Benben were hungry, he would definitely cry and fuss. He was sleeping soundly and clearly wasn't hungry at all. Spoiled babies have terrible tempers. When Qianfan woke him up for no reason, the little guy got angry. He frowned, pouted, and started kicking and thrashing in Qianfan's arms, grabbing at Qianfan's clothes and hair, pulling and tugging, babbling and wanting to go back to his own crib to continue sleeping.

The baby's refusal to be fed embarrassed Qianfan. She pleaded with him, "Silly boy, be good, eat a little, even just a little..." He still wasn't used to wearing a bra, and as soon as she lifted her shirt, her swollen nipples, no longer restrained, spurted out a stream of white, fragrant fluid, all over the baby's stomach. "Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Ashamed, Qianfan quickly put the baby back in his crib and changed him into clean clothes. Just as she finished taking care of the baby, suddenly a gust of wind rose from behind, and a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him up.

"Ah!" He was startled, turning around to see his younger brother, Luo Yue, whose dark eyes were burning with lust.

Luo Yue kissed his lips without warning, his hands kneading and squeezing his bare, soft breasts, squeezing out a considerable amount of milk.

Qianfan was extremely embarrassed and desperately pushed his younger brother away: "Luo Yue, you... ah! What are you doing? Let go of me... let go!" He pushed his brother away forcefully, almost straining his back from the force. Before he could even pull down his shirt, Luo Yue, blinded by lust, pounced on him again: "Brother! Brother, I want you, give it to me!" His hot hands reached behind Qianfan, caressing his plump, round buttocks.

Qianfan felt his brother's body was like a branding iron, his strong, powerful muscles tightly gripping him. The close friction between them caused their body temperatures to rise continuously, and their breathing to become rapid. His brother was still wearing his training clothes; he must have just finished exercising, his sweat glands emitting a strong masculine scent, deeply attracting Qianfan's long-dormant body. "No! Not now, Luo Yue." He stubbornly refused, but his body went limp, allowing his brother's hands to roam freely, doing as he pleased.

"Why not? We used to do this all the time, why not now?" Consumed by lust, Luo Yue glanced down at his brother—tsk, damn it! Those breasts, smeared with milk, were snow-white and firm, both pure and wanton; any man would be driven mad by their desires. His brother was truly a stunner; whether a man preferred men or women, anyone who saw him would want to have him! He wanted to fuck this warm, soft body hard!

He placed his arm under his brother's buttocks, lifting him up, and with his other hand, he supported his brother's back, pressing him against himself. The two soft, warm mounds of fat were now right in front of his mouth. Ignoring his brother's hands on his shoulders, Luo Yue continued to push him away, focusing solely on sucking and licking the two cherry-red nipples. While savoring his brother's sweetness, he lifted him onto the bed and firmly pressed him beneath him.

Qian Fan gritted his teeth and endured; his body had succumbed, but his heart had not. He craved the pleasure of a man licking his nipples and penetrating his genitals, but not from this man!

"Luo Yue, how is forcing me like this any different from what Father and my elder brother did?"

Shouwang Luo Yue froze, stopping all movement. Comparing him to beasts like his father and elder brother was a severe accusation. He breathed heavily, his frenzied lust difficult to quell, but he saw the disappointment and shame in his brother's eyes, and remembered the harm his father and elder brother had inflicted on him. With astonishing willpower, he restrained himself from further violating the person he revered and loved before him. He sat stiffly to one side, head bowed in defeat, panting. "Of course it's different from them! Second brother, I've always...loved you, not just infatuated with your body, I truly, truly love you!" What disheartened him even more was that he couldn't believe his intelligent brother was unaware of this obvious affection. He simply disdained it, ignored it, and pretended not to know! How cunning! How cold-blooded and heartless…

Qianfan felt no sympathy for his younger brother. He rolled out of bed, straightened his clothes, and said coldly, “If you really love me, don’t force me. What happened today must not happen again, understand?” With that warning, he ran out of the room without looking back. A sense of unease welled up inside him, and an endless emptiness filled his body, leaving him unsure how to soothe or fill it.

Wandering aimlessly through the palace, he finally arrived at a room.

He didn't understand why he was there; only the little prince he'd captured from the Demon Palace was sleeping inside. But inexplicably, as if under a spell, his feet seemed to move on their own towards the door. The closer he got, the faster his heart pounded, an urgent desire to return to that person's side. This feeling was strange…

The guards and maids at the door were all surprised to see him—the Dark Emperor looked… utterly disheveled! His long hair was disheveled, a few strands hanging from his face, and his clothes were no longer straight. He hugged himself, approaching step by step, one foot in a shoe beneath his skirt, the other bare. And his eyes were filled with confusion…

“Open the door,” Qianfan ordered the kneeling servants.

Once inside the room, his mood miraculously calmed down. He asked the maid in charge of the child, “Is he still not awake?” He hadn't been here for a long time since taking the chip. He tried to distract himself, but it seemed unsuccessful. His heart remained here, with the child, never leaving.

The female official shook her head sadly, "No. And, sir, please look..." She led Qianfan to the bedside and lifted the bed curtains.

Qianfan's heart trembled at the sight. The child's once long, silver hair was now completely gray. His eyes remained closed, his thin face was pale and ashen, and his lips were a deeper purple. The female official unbuttoned the child's clothes, revealing bandages stained with large patches of blood. She said, "The wound on his chest has not healed and continues to bleed. The imperial physicians are helpless, only hoping the condition doesn't worsen. If this continues, I'm afraid he will..." The female official abruptly stopped; the Dark Emperor's expression was frightening, and she dared not continue. Before the Dark Emperor could give any orders, the quick-witted female official had already led the others, bowing and leaving.

Qianfan sat down by the bed, his heart aching, his trembling hand stroking the child's gray hair, "How could this be..." His voice choked, his eyes reddening. Although he had forgotten many details, he still remembered some important information. In his memory, this child rarely had happy moments; surrounded by enemies and constantly on the defensive, his life was actually quite unhappy. The only carefree smile he ever showed was to him. Yet, he himself had plunged a sword into his heart… Even if he forgot everything else, he couldn't forget the prince's bewildered and desperate eyes at that moment.

"Your Highness, will you ever smile at me again?" Qianfan knew it was a vain hope. His fingers traced the child's cold face, revealing hard cheekbones beneath the skin. Qianfan suddenly felt that it wasn't entirely a bad thing for the prince to remain asleep like this. He knew nothing now, resting in a quiet place, far from the ugliness and strife of the world.

Just as he realized something was amiss, he found himself kissing the child's purple lips. Qianfan was startled, unable to explain his actions. He wouldn't love anyone! He wouldn't! A frozen heart had long lost its surging passion. He loved nothing, not even himself, so how could he love others? But why would he make such an intimate gesture towards the young prince, the kind of gesture reserved for lovers?

As if he had committed a sinful act, he timidly turned to look at the child's face, only to be utterly shocked by what he saw. He jumped back from the bedside.

The young prince, who had been sleeping soundly, had actually opened his eyes!

"Young...young...young prince, you...you...why are you awake? When...when did you wake up?" (

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Heavenly Soul Chronicle (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 246)

After the shock came overwhelming joy. Unable to contain his excitement, Qianfan quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed to the bedside. But in his haste, he accidentally stepped on the hem of a skirt, lost his balance, and landed heavily on Mingye. Hearing the child's faint groan of pain below, Qianfan quickly sat up. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. Your Highness, how are you...? Does it hurt a lot?"

The wound on his chest reopened, and Mingye was in so much pain he almost couldn't breathe. He turned his head to the side, closed his eyes to endure the excruciating pain, and then turned back as if nothing had happened, saying softly, "It's alright." No matter how bad his body was, it really didn't matter anymore. Because he no longer needed to cherish himself for anyone else. He was just a tool, he thought bitterly. A tool should stay quietly to the side, waiting to be used when needed, and preferably not to cause trouble for others.

Qianfan saw that blood was seeping from his wound again, staining not only the gauze but also his clothes and sheets a dark red, and immediately wanted to call for help.

“No need…” Mingye gently tugged at his robes. “Human doctors… can’t help me. Just let me rest quietly for a while… that’s enough.” He clutched his chest, turned over, and lay on his side, his thin body curled up in a ball, his forehead almost touching his knees, so he wouldn’t feel so cold.

However, the person behind him didn’t leave. The large bed swayed slightly, and a warm embrace enveloped him.

For a moment, Mingye had the illusion that he was still loved. Their hearts were so close, as if they had returned to the past, to the palace in Shuntian City, to those days of mutual dependence and companionship. The two lovers, their breaths mingling, shared each other’s body heat, embracing each other through every tender night…

But soon, he snapped out of his reverie.

“You don’t have to do this, Qianfan.” He pleaded with the person behind him, a wave of desolation washing over him. “I’ve given you everything I could. Now, I have nothing left but my life. Why waste your time?”

Alas, his pity and concern were being misinterpreted by the little fellow as ulterior motives. The Dark Emperor gritted his teeth, not letting go but instead holding him even tighter. The little fellow must think he was only close to him for the Heavenly Palace’s strongest seal, so the Dark Emperor decided to play along: “If you want me to leave, it’s simple. Just hand over the strongest seal, and I’ll disappear from your sight immediately.” Such a powerful treasure—would the little prince easily relinquish it? Then he would have an excuse to stay.

The little boy in his arms stiffened, turning his head sharply: “I already…” His words trailed off as he saw Qianfan’s naked body. “You…” Two firm, beautiful breasts were pressed tightly against his back. During his earlier rubbing against his chest, the back of his clothes seemed to be soaked with a warm current.

Seeing the child staring at his chest, Qianfan was delighted; the little prince still desired his body. He shyly and nervously gave the child a light kiss on the cheek. "The strongest seal… it's okay if you don't give it to me now, but little prince… I, my chest is so full… it hurts… could you help me suck some out…" His face turned as red as a boiled shrimp as he spoke. He remembered how the little prince loved his breast milk, often snuggling in his arms and clamoring for it.

(Heavenly Soul Chronicles (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 247)

But this time, to Qianfan's great surprise, the little one only glanced at him with a complicated expression, then turned back and curled up in a ball, no longer moving. Huh? His temptation was ignored! The Dark Emperor, unwilling to give up, leaned against the child's back, his hand reaching around to the front of him. Knowing the child had a wound on his chest, the Dark Emperor dared not touch there. One hand gently massaged the child's lower abdomen, while the other slipped inside his trousers, lifting the dormant, delicate pink stem and stroking it lightly and heavily.

Mingye gasped, hurriedly pressing down on the unruly hand, his breath unsteady: "You, um... what are you doing? Don't... there..."

Demons are demons, the most lewd and chaste race in the world, why pretend to be virtuous? The Dark Emperor was secretly pleased. Heh, with just a few moments, even the little thing with the strongest self-control was aroused to the point of being unable to resist desire. Look at that thin little body trembling, like a helpless lone boat tossed about by a storm on the sea.

"Don't hold back, you want me too, don't you?" The Dark Emperor gently bit the little prince's soft earlobe, his breath tickling and tingling, filling the ear. "Why fight against your body's desires? Together, we can do very enjoyable things." He continued to whisper seductive words in Mingye's ear, unaware that the ear had already lost its hearing.

Although he couldn't hear, his ears were extremely sensitive. Mingye couldn't escape and could only endure it with his eyes tightly closed. His body was now much weaker than before, and his strength was naturally diminished; he was powerless even to stop those teasing hands. But the Dark Emperor didn't see it that way. He didn't know that the young prince was suffering from the cold poison, didn't know that his life was nearing its end, didn't know that he had unhesitatingly destroyed half of the Sacred Heart Fruit, leaving the only chance of survival for his beloved. In the Dark Emperor's eyes, the young master of the Demon Clan was proud and powerful, standing alone between heaven and earth, making all living beings in the Three Realms dare not underestimate him. His magic was superb; even if he was seriously injured, he could recover in an instant with the Resurrection Spell.

The Dark Emperor saw the young prince's current powerlessness as a coy refusal.

"No! Waaah... Stop... I don't want this..." Mingye pleaded humbly, his voice hoarse and on the verge of tears. Yes, he was pleading; he was just short of saying the word "please." A chill ran down his spine, and his trousers were pulled down and tossed aside. The Dark Emperor extended his fragrant tongue and licked the soft little shaft deeply: "Why did you make me stop?" He looked up at the child, smiling softly and seductively: "Your shaft will soon be hard." He took the shaft into his mouth, gently enveloping it, serving it carefully and diligently. But gradually, he realized something was wrong.

Mingye also noticed, his silver eyes widening, filled with sorrow and terror—the passion within him had been ignited, yet his member did not respond to desire.

Qianfan slowly released the limp shaft, wiping the silver threads from the corner of his mouth: "Your Highness, you..." A crisp "slap" rang out, and his face was struck. Qianfan covered his face, staring blankly at the child—how could this be? His Highness actually hit him?

Mingye hastily covered himself with the sheet, burying his face in it and hissing in a muffled voice, "Get out! I hate you the most, get out of here right now!"

Qianfan realized he was truly hated: "Everyone says demons are capricious, but I really don't understand what you're thinking." He was indignant: "What do I have that I don't have! Why could you love the old me, but now you say you hate me? My body is still the same body, I can even be more proactive and passionate! Yes, I'm not as naive and foolish as I used to be, nor as weak and helpless as I used to be, and my current status is not as lowly as it was then, only fit to be a plaything. In every way, I am closer to you now. Why do you like that silly, clueless Qianfan, treating him like a treasure, but despise the current me? It's truly incomprehensible!"

The little prince didn't argue with him, but hid under the covers and silently shed tears.

The Dark Emperor, seething with hatred, lunged forward, forcefully ripped off the covers, and bit down hard on the young prince's fair, tender arm until a ring of red and purple teeth marks surrounded his delicate skin. Only then did he feel a little relieved. He shoved Mingye menacingly, slammed the door, and stormed out: "Hmph! You're such a weirdo, no wonder nobody likes you."

Only his presence remained in the room, and Mingye buried his face in the sheets, sobbing softly.

He had promised himself he wouldn't cry anymore, but he was truly heartbroken. He kept telling himself—that wasn't Qianfan, it was just a resemblance, the Dark Emperor wasn't Qianfan! Qianfan was a very gentle and kind person; being near him made him feel warm and peaceful. They must have hidden Qianfan away, hidden him somewhere no one knew. Mingye thought that once his soul was free, no longer bound by this pathetic and hateful body, he would search for Qianfan, searching high and low, he would find him.

The warm, metallic ring, like a lover's gentle caress, he stroked and kissed it, his chaotic emotions finally calming down.

"See?" On the monitor screen, Kui's lips curled into a smile, like a seductive viper clinging to Luo Yue's arm. She toyed with a strand of hair at her temple as she spoke to the screen, "Your brother still has feelings for that little devil. All that talk about lingering feelings is just a figment of his imagination, a lie. You'd better watch out. If you don't do something soon, the little devil might forgive your brother, and the two of them will rekindle their old flame and be as inseparable as before."

Luo Yue slammed his fist on the table in anger, "That damned little devil! If he dares touch my brother again, I'll skin him alive!"

He dreamed of eliminating Ming Ye, but the problem was, the Dark Emperor wouldn't allow him near Ming Ye's room. Upon learning that he had once injured the young prince with a celestial arrow, the Dark Emperor severely reprimanded him and ordered him to stay far away, forbidding him from bullying or harming the young prince again.

"To stop the two of them, you don't necessarily have to start with the Little Demon King," Kui said, seeing his predicament and adding fuel to the fire.

Looking at the alluring man beside him, Luo Yue heard him say, "I can see that your brother actually loves you very much and values you highly. He's just temporarily bewitched by the Little Demon King and has neglected your feelings for him. You just need to find a way to take him away from the Little Demon King and make him yours. Once he gradually sees your worth, he'll naturally leave the Little Demon King and fall into your arms."

How could it be so easy? Luo Yue thought to himself. He had just tried to seduce his brother, even resorting to force, but his brother refused, his mere expression filling him with fear. Ultimately, he still didn't dare to offend his brother.

A mocking glint appeared in Kui's eyes. Her bright gaze shifted, and with a "sincere" expression, she advised him, "You need to be even more ruthless. Your brother likes strong people. I'm not afraid to tell you, when he first arrived in Shuntian City, he was forcibly pinned to the bed and violated by the Little Demon King. The more you consider his feelings, the more he'll think you're weak and incompetent, and the more he'll despise you..." As Kui spoke sweetly, she touched the metal plaque hanging around Shouwang Luoyue's neck—the key to activate the Taiji Token.

Shouwang Luoyue was extremely wary of him, pushing them apart with a shove: "Why should I listen to you! My brother is the Dark Emperor of Mi Kingdom. No matter how much he likes that little devil, he must first consider the interests of Mi Kingdom and the future of humanity. Why should I worry? Even if I do nothing, he and the little devil won't end up together."

His feigned composure made Kui chuckle: "Heh, whatever." His lowered eyelashes concealed the calculation in his eyes. He knew that the Crown Prince of Mi Kingdom had heard every word he said, and he would soon take action.

--Mingming, as I wished, you have truly come. Let this human world become the stage for our final battle.

Shen Tiankui's foresight was uncanny. His words indeed weighed heavily on Shouwang Luoyue's heart. Since his falling out with the little devil, his brother had been absent-minded these past few days. Several times, he had seen his brother walk towards the little devil's room, only to turn back halfway. When the servants removed the food from the room untouched, he sighed quietly, pacing back and forth in the corridor several times, but ultimately didn't go in.

Having abstained from lovemaking for many days, the Dark Emperor was finding it increasingly difficult to suppress the burgeoning desire within him. That night, he lay in bed, a crescent moon hanging outside the window. Silver moonlight streamed in, and he recalled the little prince's silver hair, far brighter and softer than the moonlight. He closed his eyes, imagining the brat no longer sulking, but obediently nestled against him, kissing and caressing him, easing his desire. "Mmm..." The front of his nightgown was pulled open, revealing two white, fragrant breasts, their tips two delicate rosy nipples, pointed and erect, like rosebuds secretly blooming under the moonlight, exuding a sweet fragrance, attracting bees and butterflies, waiting to be plucked.

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 248:

Luo Yue brought a bottle of wine to have a drink with his brother. He knocked on the door a few times but no one answered. When he entered the room, he found his brother lying on the bed, fast asleep in a seductive pose with his chest wide open. The silver moonlight shone on him, making his skin appear as smooth as jade. His beautiful long hair surrounded his snow-white body, making his black and white skin stand out even more, making him look like a sleeping beauty from a traditional Chinese ink painting.

He was asleep without a sheet, his long, beautiful figure fully exposed. His slender waist was loosely bound by a ribbon, which likely caused the neckline of his clothes to slip easily down his shoulders, revealing his high, firm breasts. Luo Yue knew his brother never liked wearing a bra, so today he was once again fortunate enough to see his brother's beautiful chest in its entirety. His gaze moved down, and he saw his brother's two long legs tightly pressed together, not rubbing against each other, the thin, clinging fabric of his nightgown outlining the curves of his body. Luo Yue looked at his brother's private parts, his throat tightening involuntarily: "Not even...wearing underwear?" There was no outline of underwear visible on the nightgown.

Luo Yue held his breath, put down the wine bottle, and tiptoed to the bedside. His brother's hands were placed on either side of his head, this unguarded posture as if he were waiting for someone to violate him at any moment. His handsome face seemed to indicate a restless sleep, with intermittent frowns and soft moans. His usually tightly pressed lips would suddenly part slightly, uttering a few unbearable groans.

Was his brother having a dream? Had the person in his dream failed to satisfy him?

Luo Yue sat on the edge of the bed, his hands supporting his brother's chest, and involuntarily leaned down.

Qian Fan, a light sleeper, suddenly felt a man's presence approaching and jolted awake. His eyes were met with his brother's face so close. "Luo Yue, what are you doing in my room? Do you need something?"

His brother, just awakened, was languid, his eyes and tone unintentionally exuding a captivating charm. Luo Yue hadn't looked at his brother so closely in a long time. Compared to a few years ago, his brother now had expressive eyes, a fuller figure, and had blossomed into a more mature and alluring figure. Often, a single unintentional glance could captivate a man's heart. The little devil hadn't done many other good deeds, but he had certainly trained his brother so well.

Luo Yue swallowed hard, quickly composed himself, and went to straighten his brother's disheveled clothes. But in the process, he couldn't help but intentionally or unintentionally touch the softness of his chest a couple of times.

Qian Fan sat up, letting his younger brother help him straighten his clothes. If his brother accidentally touched his breasts, his body would tremble instantly, making nasal sounds like "hmm...uh..." and unconsciously thrusting his chest forward. Seeing how sensitive he was, Luo Yue didn't dare touch him, afraid that he might lose control and disregard his brother's wishes, forcibly pressing down on his alluring body and wantonly ravaging those surging breasts.

"It's only just gotten dark, brother, are you asleep so early?"

Actually, he wasn't sleepy yet, but recently his body had been burning with desire. Lying in bed, lost in thought, he unconsciously dozed off. Qian Fan swept a strand of his beautiful hair over one shoulder and slowly combed it with his fingers: "I'm not really sleepy. Did you come to me because you have something to tell me?" His ivory-like fingers constantly weaved through his dark hair.

“Yes…” Looking at him, Luo Yue completely forgot about what he had come to discuss tonight. Only after receiving a questioning look from his brother did he turn his gaze away from his brother and look elsewhere: “As for Dark Star, we have been using the Taiji Token to suppress it. In order to monitor Radiant Star, which has the same power as Dark Star, I think we should also activate the Taiji Token to ensure everything is in order.”

The Dark Emperor pondered for a moment, then stared at his younger brother for a while, as if trying to find out the true intention behind his suggestion. Under his brother's intense scrutiny, Luo Yue lowered his head guiltily and whispered in protest, "Brother... I was just making a suggestion..." His eyes caught sight of the wine bottle on the table, and he changed the subject, "Let's not talk about these annoying official matters. Come, brother, someone presented this bottle of fine wine to us today, and I brought it here for you to try."

Qian Fan rarely drank, but a good capacity for alcohol was essential for carrying out his mission. Seeing his brother's enthusiasm, he readily agreed, "Okay." These days, he had been extremely troubled, and what troubled him even more was that he didn't know why he was troubled. Tonight, he could use the wine to relax.

The room was dark, and the two brothers sat by the window, clinking glasses and drinking by the moonlight. Swirling the amber-colored liquor in their glasses, the two fell silent for a moment, gazing at the moonlight outside the window. Qianfan slowly said, "Your suggestion is not feasible for now. Until the young prince's injuries are fully healed, the Resurrection Curse will exhaust all his spiritual power. Without his Heavenly Soul power, he's no different from a human child and poses no threat to us. You don't need to worry too much."

Luo Yue, unconvinced, snorted coldly. The alcohol made him more arrogant than usual, and he couldn't help but retort to his brother, "Resurrection Curse? He told you that, and you believed him?"

Qianfan glared at him, "Then what about what I tell you?"

Luo Yue downed his drink; his brother always favored that little devil.

The two brothers, each lost in their own thoughts, fell silent, only gulping down their drinks. Soon, the bottle of wine Luo Yue had brought was only half empty.

They gradually felt the room temperature rise, making them feel hot and sweaty. Their clothes clung uncomfortably to their bodies, and they longed to strip naked. Qianfan was having trouble breathing and fanned himself a few times. "It's so hot... What's wrong? Someone come here..." He wanted the servants to turn down the temperature, but no one answered his calls. "Strange, why aren't the night watch maids coming in?" He stood up to pull the call bell, but his legs gave way and he collapsed forward.

"Brother!" His younger brother's hoarse, deep voice rang in his ears. Strong arms encircled his waist, and Qianfan leaned limply against his brother's chest. "Luo Yue, I'm a little dizzy. Help me to bed." Sweat soaked his clothes, clinging to his body as if he were wearing nothing at all—no! Even more alluring.

The protrusion of his nipples against his clothes made Luo Yue's heart flutter. His brother's nipples were so beautiful, like newly sprouted lotus seeds, pink and tender. His arms passed under his brother's armpits, pulling the soft, fragrant body tightly into his embrace.

Qianfan leaned back, hanging directly in his brother's arms, his legs completely unable to support him. His alcohol tolerance was always good; there was no reason he'd be knocked out by just a few drinks. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving with each rapid breath: "Luo Yue...you...it's in the drink..." He hadn't expected his brother to be so bold. It was too late; the drug had taken effect on both of them. Seeing the burning desire in his brother's eyes, he knew even more clearly that no matter how much he resisted, Luo Yue wouldn't let him go tonight. ( The following is a separate section about a novel, possibly titled

"Heavenly Soul Chronicles" or "Heterogeneous, Lactation, Childbirth")

. The author has updated two chapters (249 in the original text).

Due to my quirky tastes, chapter 250 probably won't be finished, but the ending isn't far off.

Haha, I didn't expect to have the perseverance to write this far. I'm very grateful to all the readers who have stuck with me. A special thank you to everyone who sent gifts and left comments/votes. This little story is finished thanks to everyone's efforts. (Hey, I haven't finished writing yet, what am I laughing about?)

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"Ah..." His nipples were surrounded by heat as his younger brother sucked hard. Even through the thin clothes, Qianfan could clearly feel the stimulation of the rough tongue. His brother teased his nipples with the tip of his tongue and tormented them with his teeth. His nipples quickly became painful and swollen. Luo Yue couldn't suck anything out. Annoyed, he tightened his grip on his brother's waist with one hand and pushed aside the clothes that were in the way of his chest with the other. "Tsk, so big!" One breast was exposed, the large nipple bright red. Luo Yue could see the small hole at the tip. He took the oval breast in his hand and rubbed it for a moment: "It's all milk, why won't you let me suck? Aren't you uncomfortable with it so swollen?" He then pinched the already erect nipple with his fingers and pulled hard. "Ahhh!!!" Qianfan's body jerked violently, then he screamed in agony, "Ahhh, it hurts! Luo Yue, stop! Waaah...you're hurting me so much! Don't do this to me, you're my brother!" "

You still remember I'm your brother?!" Luo Yue was like a demon, the more pitiful his brother's screams, the more pleasure he felt. "You're willing to use your breasts to feed that little devil, why won't you feed me? I'm your own brother, aren't I closer to you than that little devil?"

Luo Yue grinned like a madman, "Tonight, I'll let that little devil watch me take you!"

Qianfan felt a chill in his heart, "No! No—Luo Yue, ah..." His brother had already picked him up and rushed out of the room.

No way! Luo Yue wouldn't be planning to take him to the young prince's room and force himself on him in front of the child, would he? Qianfan couldn't quite describe his feelings at that moment; he was actually—somewhat expectant?! He really wanted to know if the young prince would feel sorry for him if he saw him being raped? Would he rush to protect him at all costs?

Young prince, you may not cherish this body, but many others are vying for it. Look closely.

But his expectations were dashed. Luo Yue didn't take him to the young prince's room, but instead led him to the lawn in front of the palace. In the distance, he saw a tall, handsome, and strong black horse standing there. Qianfan panicked: "Luo Yue, Luo Yue, what are you planning to do?" In the years they had been separated, his younger brother had grown into a tall and strong man. His powerful arms wrapped around him, and he effortlessly mounted the horse with a graceful and swift movement.

The black horse moved slowly forward, the gentle vibrations beneath it already taking their toll on Qianfan. "My chest..." he cried out softly, "Ugh, no! Luo Yue, my chest hurts. Stop the horse and let me down." He sat sideways on the horse's back, leaning against his younger brother, his arm supporting his heavy breasts. Luo Yue looked down at him and saw beads of sweat glistening on his brother's forehead, nose, and cleavage. A strand of dark hair fell into the deep cleavage, and his exposed breast swayed rhythmically up and down with the horse's movement. The swollen breast probably couldn't withstand such violent shaking.

"Does it hurt? If it hurts, release your milk and feed me properly." Luo Yue lifted his brother's waist, bent down and kissed the swaying breast a few times, then opened his mouth and bit down hard on the protrusion. "Ah! Ahhhhh!" Completely ignoring the hundreds of servants on night watch in the palace, the brother's seductive cries echoed through the night. But he still couldn't draw anything out...

Luo Yue's face darkened: "Brother, you forced me to do this!" He spurred the horse's flanks, and the black horse galloped across the grass.

"Ah... ah ah..." The rapid heaving of his chest caused Qian Fan's moans to break in the night wind. "I... I can't take it anymore... I... Luo Yue... stop... ah ah ah... stop!" He kept pounding his brother's firm chest muscles with his hands. Luo Yue captured his sobbing lips, lingering and passionate, but whipped the horse to run faster.

He pulled one of his brother's legs up, across his face, and made him straddle him. The belt around Qian Fan's waist was no longer useful, his clothes were already wide open, and his fair thighs were draped over his brother's strong legs. "Sure enough, you're not wearing underwear. Good, saves me the trouble of taking them off for you." His brother's naked genitals were pressed against his lower abdomen, his penis was erect, white foam was oozing from the tip, and it lashed against the horse's back with each bounce. The delicate, narrow flower bud beneath his stem was overflowing with juices, soaking his robe and Luo Yue's crotch.

"Ah...ah..." Amidst cries, Qian Fan let his younger brother carry him as they sped along on horseback, his breasts bouncing like rubber balls. But Luo Yue paid no heed to his brother's breasts. He pulled out his throbbing member, pressed it against his brother's love-soaked flower bud, and thrust it in.

The wet, tight passage made a sizzling sound as it was penetrated. "Ah! Uh-uh—" His brother's groan suddenly sharpened, piercing the wind. He tilted his head back, his phoenix eyes slightly rolled back, narrowed and watery, yet empty and blank. Looking at the expression on his face—a mixture of pain and pleasure—Luo Yue sighed, "No wonder she's given birth...tsk tsk, this body is truly enchanting..." He lowered his brother's upper body, letting him lie on the horse's neck, while he held onto that willow-like, supple waist, thrusting with all his might. With his feet firmly planted in the stirrups, Luo Yue displayed his superb horsemanship. The black horse galloped wildly, his buttocks already off the saddle, maintaining his balance. His supple and powerful waist thrust forward, attacking his brother's body. With each jolt of the horse's gallop, he thrust even more forcefully into his brother's body. Every time they passed the window of the young prince's room, he would thrust even more vigorously. He completely disregarded the fact that his brother's tender vagina was already bleeding from his violent penetration.

"Ah—ah—ah—" Qianfan's cries echoed throughout the entire night. Later, he no longer had the strength to make a sound, collapsing onto the horse's back, enduring his brother's violation, until finally he fainted. Dissatisfied

! Very dissatisfied! Extremely dissatisfied!

Lying in bed for two days, Qianfan's entire body was still sore and aching, feeling like it was falling apart, his bones creaking and rattling with every movement. As for his younger brother, who had abused him all night, he couldn't think of any other way to punish him besides scolding, beating, and ignoring him. Frustrated, Qianfan finally mustered the courage to knock on the young prince's door again.

He immediately saw the child sitting by the window, wearing a cute pink and blue teddy bear pajama. His long, dull gray hair was unkempt and casually draped behind him. Even though

Qianfan had been inside for a while, the young prince ignored him, only hugging his knees and looking out the window, not even turning his head.

"Waaah, he won't even come over to comfort me, or give me a concerned look!"

Qianfan, supported by a palace maid, lay down on the chaise longue, his back still aching so much he couldn't straighten up, only able to lean against it. A young palace maid beside him deftly peeled freshly roasted sweet chestnuts for him. The greedy Qianfan chewed with relish, his eyes fixed on the young prince's back as he stood by the window. He was ignored, and he didn't know what to say to break the awkward silence. That night, he had shouted so loudly that everyone in the palace knew, and for the past few days, the servants had blushed and hurriedly lowered their heads when they saw him, not daring to look him in the eye. Surely the young prince had heard him too. But this child didn't care about him at all! So heartless! He had been bullied all night.

Qianfan grew angrier and angrier, so he took the chestnuts in his hand and used them as weapons, throwing them at the young prince.

"Thump, thump thump, thump thump thump thump..." One, two, three were thrown, some missing, some landing on the child's back, and some hitting him directly on the head. Later, Qianfan began to realize that his actions were childish and pointless, so he dismissed the servants serving in the room, went behind the young prince, knelt down, and hugged the child's shoulders from behind. He pressed his face against the back of the child's head, nuzzled him, and whispered, "You're not going to care about me anymore?" After a long while without a response, he asked again, "Really? You don't care what others do to me?" (From "

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul" (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 251)

After leaving the young prince's room, Qianfan's mood was low all day, and he even had a nightmare that night.

The dream actually started quite happily. One day, he and the young prince stole a moment from their busy schedules and sneaked out of the palace for a secret date. They went shopping in a multi-story shopping mall. The child held his hand tightly, his face full of the familiar bright yet slightly mischievous smile. The young prince looked back at him every two steps, as if he needed to confirm that he was always by his side to feel at ease. The little one was beautiful and slender; even the most ordinary clothes looked better on him than on a magazine cover model. Qianfan meticulously selected various outfits for him until their hands were overflowing with bags.

The square was bustling with people when some clumsy person bumped into them, their tightly clasped fingers loosening. Qianfan stumbled, almost falling, and when he turned around, the little prince was gone. He frantically searched, going from shop to shop, grabbing every passerby and asking, "Have you seen him? Have you seen him?" He searched for a long time, his heart aching, his hands tired, and his feet aching. Just that one missed connection, and they were lost in the vast sea of people. What profound fate must have brought them together again? Qianfan asked himself, his mind blank, with no answer. Alone, carrying the clothes he had prepared for the child, he faced the bustling yet empty world, all the liveliness seemingly irrelevant to him…

Struggling awake from his dream, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, his face streaked with tears, he was terrified, his heart pounding wildly.

Qianfan threw off the covers and rushed out barefoot.

It was late at night, and Mingye, as usual, was still awake, leaning against the headboard, engrossed in a one-on-one battle with the boss.

Suddenly, the door was flung open with a bang, and a cascade of black hair flew through the air in a beautiful arc before landing squarely in his arms. Mingye looked at the trembling body buried against his chest, somewhat bewildered. He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, then gently stroked Qianfan's hair. He looked so vulnerable, needing comfort. "What's wrong?" Mingye asked softly, afraid of startling the still-shaken boy.

Qianfan kept shaking his head; even a fleeting thought of that sorrowful dream brought tears to his eyes.

He clung tightly to the child's waist, afraid that if he let go, the dream would come true.

"I can't," he murmured incoherently, "I really can't get used to it..." Shaking his head, he used the child's clothes to wipe the mess from his face.

Once he had calmed down, Mingye smiled bitterly and reminded him, "My wound has reopened."

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Qianfan jumped up abruptly, noticing the tiny speck of crimson blood seeping through the prince's pajamas. "Oh my god! You're bleeding! What should I do? Does it hurt? I... I'll call the doctor." With that, he dashed off like a whirlwind. The imperial physician arrived quickly, but Qianfan didn't follow. He needed time to understand himself, to understand the prince.

Qianfan trusted his instincts; the prince still loved him. The unique connection between lovers often allowed them to understand each other's feelings with a single word, a glance, or a simple gesture. But the young prince resolutely pushed him away, wanting them to fade from each other's lives. Perhaps the child still hated him; the deeper the love, the harder it was to forgive his betrayal. The young prince was, after all, only a fifteen-year-old child; his love was pure, intolerant of any stain, and he couldn't overcome that hurdle in his heart.

The very next day, the ministers reported to the Dark Emperor that they had received urgent letters from the Heavenly Palace and Shuntian City, demanding when the Mi Kingdom would return the hostages. When the officials asked him how to respond, the Dark Emperor flew into a rage: "Return what? No! I haven't even obtained the strongest seal yet! The Heavenly Emperor, out of love for his son, is offering the strongest seal in exchange!" The agreement with the Heavenly Emperor had become his most powerful excuse to keep the hostages.

The officials, unaware of the true situation, tentatively asked, "Then why not send the Demon Prince back first..."

A single glance from the Dark Emperor silenced everyone.

Qianfan had no choice but to use delaying tactics, approaching Guiyi and asking him to return to Shuntian City and deliver a message to the Demon Lord, assuring him that the young prince was merely recuperating in the Mi Kingdom and had not been mistreated. He assured

him that once he recovered, the Mi Kingdom would return him unharmed. Back when Qianfan had been abducted to the Chenglong family as a male concubine, Guiyi had felt considerable pity and affection for him. However, he later learned that those pitiful appearances, that gentleness and tolerance, that steadfast affection, were all fake—a charade orchestrated by the Dark Emperor. Guiyi's initial budding attraction to the Dark Emperor had vanished completely; he had absolutely no trust in the deeply cunning Dark Emperor.

"I can't even see the young prince once, how can I send you a message? How can I tell the Demon Lord that the young prince is alright and hasn't been mistreated?" He stared coldly at Qianfan, his face filled with undisguised doubt and disgust.

Qianfan found a chair and sat down, sighed, and after a long silence, looked up and asked, "You won't forgive me either, is that it?"

A hint of fragility flickered in his handsome features, which disgusted Guiyi. "Stop putting on an act in front of me. The young prince is so pitiful, you've deceived him so badly, it's a miracle he hasn't gone mad."

"Why are you suddenly speaking up for him?" Qianfan crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and sneered. "I remember you suffered quite a bit at the hands of the young prince because of your uncle's matter. That child is indeed a bit willful and doesn't consider the bigger picture. He has already lost power in court, and you're only now standing on the same side as him, which is too late and a bit out of touch with reality. Chief Chenglong has decided to serve our Mi Kingdom, which is truly admirable. Why don't you follow your uncle? The demon race wants to break away from the Heavenly Palace and become independent, and the outcome is predictable. It's a ship destined to sink. You are still young, with a bright future ahead of you, why must you follow him to the end and share that fate of destruction?"

"You!" Gui Yi pointed at him angrily and cursed, "The young prince should really see you in this state!!" His uncle had also asked him why, if he had no intention of surrendering, he was still staying in this human kingdom. Why didn't he return to Shuntian City to inherit the family business? Gui Yi didn't understand why either. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear to leave that foolish young prince. "You want me to go back and report? Only if I can see him. As long as I'm sure the young prince is safe, I will do as you say."

"Alright," Qian Fan readily agreed, "I'll let you see him. Please persuade him for me, don't be so stubborn anymore. The demon race is no longer his responsibility. He should let go of what he should let go of..."

"I'm warning you!" Gui Yi shouted, "Even if you're lying to him, at least put on an act, be nice to him. Don't show him that face you were just now. Even the strongest person will feel pain, cry, and break down. You're the best at acting, so I'm begging you, even if the whole world curses him and blames him, you can't! You can't, understand? Even if he betrayed the whole world, he never wronged you in the slightest!" After shouting, he finally vented his anger. Before leaving, he turned back and smiled coldly: "No, the pitiful one is probably you, not even knowing what you've lost. Dark Emperor, be careful that all your scheming doesn't end up missing out on the most precious thing."

Heavenly Soul Chronicle (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 252

Shouldn't all heartbroken people be frowning, depressed, and as if it's the end of the world? Why, even through the door, could Gui Yi still hear the constant laughter and chatter from the little prince's room?

"Oh dear, Your Highness, wait for me! Don't leave me alone, it's terrifying! Ahhh!! Something's coming out!"

"No...not there! Your Highness...Waaah, wrong, it's this way, please come in quickly!"

Such cries echoed continuously from the room. Gui Yi broke out in a cold sweat, glancing furtively at the Dark Emperor beside him, noticing the latter's even paler expression. Gui Yi hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should disturb the beautiful scene inside at this crucial moment. Finally, he steeled himself and called out, "Your Highness, it's me. I need to talk to you about something. I'm coming in." He then waited silently for three minutes, until the cleanup was complete, before pushing open the door.

He was astonished to find the scene quite different from what he had imagined; no one was paying him any attention. The young prince sat on the bed, surrounded by at least six or seven beautiful palace maids, screaming incessantly. They were engrossed in playing horror games, each holding a game controller and staring intently at a giant fluorescent screen.

A zombie suddenly leaped from the fire, its face hideous and ferocious, charging towards the group. The controller vibrated with a buzzing sound, the terrifying sensation reaching their palms. The girls, terrified, abandoned all decorum, jumping and screaming on their beds, "Ah—ah—Your Highness, help! We're stuck here!"

Mingye, who had already reached the next level, had to turn back. Because of the nature of this group battle mode, the death of one meant total annihilation. Relying on his exceptional memory and mastery of the winding terrain, he didn't waste a single step, rushing back to rescue the girls as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the girls were too weak; they didn't last until he arrived, being devoured by the zombie. "You died!" When the bloody words appeared on the screen, the people holding the controllers sighed. The other palace maids, who had been watching, immediately rushed over: "It's our turn! Quick, quick, restart it, let's try again!"

During the handover, the tense atmosphere eased slightly, and everyone's gaze finally had a chance to leave the screen. At that moment, someone finally saw the Dark Emperor standing in the doorway with a dark expression.

"Ah! Your Majesty the Dark Emperor!" the palace maid exclaimed, immediately reminding her sisters to kneel and pay their respects.

All the girls knelt by the bed, trembling as they pleaded in unison, "We were unaware of Your Majesty's arrival; we were extremely rude. We beg Your Majesty's forgiveness." After saying this, they all prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed.

Qianfan felt a pang of jealousy. These women actually dared to get so close to the young prince?! He suppressed his anger, pondering which desolate place to send these frivolous and impolite maids, and how to replace them with a few more dignified ones. But then a thought struck him: oh right, the young prince doesn't like women. With this thought, the bitterness in his heart subsided, and a hint of warmth and a smile returned to his face. But these maids couldn't be kept.

He waved his hand, dismissing the palace maids.

Gui Yi, observing his changing expression, roughly guessed what he was thinking and sneered: This man is too suspicious. He has no confidence in himself, in the young prince, or in love. He must think that changing these people will protect the young prince. If the young prince truly loves you, he won't even glance at someone better. Conversely, if the young prince intends to find someone else, even a saintly maiden you send will be unable to escape the temptations of the demons.

Qian Fan walked to the bedside, wiping the sweat from the child's forehead with her sleeve, and said in a gentle yet undeniable tone, "Don't play so wildly with the servants. Your injuries haven't healed yet; you should rest more." After all, he's still just a little boy; facing the game console, he forgets all his worries.

Ming Ye subtly slipped away, hiding on the other side of the bed, changed the game cartridge, and started playing a lighthearted action game. To the beat of upbeat music, the supersonic mouse skated through the streets and alleys, only to be hit by an oncoming truck. It flew through the air, letting out a yelp, its round belly twitching on the roadside. Qianfan laughed heartily, turning to the little prince and asking, "Can I join in?" The child clearly didn't want to talk to him. Qianfan hoped the atmosphere would return to the harmonious one the palace maids had shared with the little prince earlier. He awkwardly picked up the controller, unsure which button to place his fingers on, and chuckled awkwardly, "It's quite fun. I'm not very good at it, Your Highness, could you teach me?"

"Ahem!" The forgotten Guiyi had to cough loudly beside him.

Qianfan suddenly remembered there was a third person in the room, reluctantly putting down the controller and saying to Mingye, "A little boy has been asking to see you, so I brought him over. You two can chat." As he brushed past Guiyi, he gave him a meaningful look: Remember to talk to him for me!

Guiyi merely curled his lips into a sarcastic smile. He could see clearly that the Dark Emperor wasn't entirely indifferent to the young prince, merely seeking a facade of affection. The young prince, too, didn't seem completely heartbroken; otherwise, that fool wouldn't have been so distracted, making such a mess of a simple game.

The Dark Emperor left, closing the door behind him, but the room was undoubtedly under close surveillance; their every move was observed.

"How did you become so ugly?!" Gui Yi blurted out.

The young prince's appearance shocked him. In just a few days, his hair had turned completely gray, he was emaciated, and he looked like a completely different person, bearing no resemblance to the arrogant and domineering young demon lord of the past. Gui Yi almost didn't recognize him.

Mingye's gaze never left the fluorescent screen. He asked lazily, "Hey, which side are you on?"

His question offended Guiyi's pride, causing him to gasp sharply. He roared, "Of course I'm on the Demon Clan's side! What do you take me for?!" This seemed to implicate his uncle, so he quickly shifted the blame: "It's all the Dark Emperor's fault! I don't know what kind of divisive tactics he used, but he made my uncle completely subservient to him. If it weren't for the Dark Emperor, the Chenglong family wouldn't have fallen into decline and been expelled by your orders..."

"No," Mingye interrupted him, "I punished the nobles because I couldn't stand their extravagance and decided to reform the political system. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

Guiyi pursed his lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. The young prince's explanation contained at least a degree of protection; he simply wouldn't point it out. Changing the subject, he looked at the game screen: "You seem to be doing quite well, despite all the worry I had for you."

Mingye shrugged: "How can I live without trying to find some enjoyment? Crying every day won't solve anything."

Guiyi admired his strength; if it were him, he would have already given up. Little did he know that less than a minute later, a voice echoed in his mind: [Guiyi, I'm dying.] Guiyi jumped, looked down at the young prince, and seeing that his mouth wasn't moving, thought he had misheard. But the young prince suddenly looked up and smiled bitterly at him: "Really, I'm not lying to you."

Anyone who announces their death in a lighthearted tone will seem like they're joking. Guiyi chuckled: "It can't be that serious, it's just a breakup, is it really necessary to die?" He knew that Qianfan meant a lot to the young prince, and seeing their feelings cruelly toyed with, others would feel sorry for them. So he sat down next to the young prince and said softly, "It's nothing serious. Many people go through life without finding their other half. If heartbreak meant death, there would be no one left in the world."

Mingye stared at him, speechless, feeling that this noble boy, who seemed oblivious to human suffering, had grown up overnight and knew how to comfort people like this.

Guiyi, not knowing how to speak in a low voice, and knowing he was being watched, could only lower his voice to the lowest possible level and asked, "Young prince, why don't you escape? With your skills, leaving here shouldn't be difficult at all."

Mingye had to carefully observe his lip movements to understand what he was saying, gave a self-deprecating smile, and returned his gaze to the fluorescent screen: "What's the point of leaving? There's nowhere in the world for me, so what difference does it make where I escape to?"

Guiyi felt a pang of sympathy: "How can it be the same? Returning to Shuntian City is definitely better than here."

"You should go back. This place is likely to become a battlefield soon, so it's not advisable to stay any longer."

Guiyi assumed he was referring to the Heavenly Palace's impending attack. "And you, why are you staying?"

"Because he's here, how can I leave?" Mingye replied.

"Who?" Guiyi asked tentatively, "He, are you referring to Qianfan?"

Mingye put down the controller and shook his head: "It's Shentiankui."

"Kui...Prince Kui?!" Guiyi was furious and poked the prince's forehead hard with his finger: "You're such a womanizer, fickle and fickle, leaving one and already thinking of another, you heartbreaker, you deserve to suffer!"

Mingye knew he had misunderstood, "Don't get the wrong idea," he grabbed his hand: "Kui is Anxing, I'm staying to keep him in check."

Guiyi suddenly realized that he had wronged the good man. "As the second prince of the Heavenly Palace, yet captured by humans and brought here as a hostage, Prince Kui must be full of resentment. These past few days have been calm, but a sinister aura is brewing, I wonder how he plans to take revenge."

“He’s waiting!” Mingye said, “Waiting for an opportunity to restore his magic to its peak. If I’m not mistaken, it should be the next full moon, the time when the demons’ power is at its strongest.” Guiyi

was increasingly confused: “Demons? I don’t understand that. What does the demon race have to do with Prince Kui?” Mingye

didn’t intend to hide it from him: “Kui’s mother was the former queen of the demon race, Tisfia. That witch has lived for thousands of years, and was sealed away by the Heavenly Emperor in some way. Kui largely inherited his mother’s resentment, which is why he grew into Dark Star. Having abandoned his humanity, he will become a true demon, and only killing and destruction can relieve the hatred in his heart. At that time, the calamity of the Three Realms will begin!”

Guiyi was terrified, but still straightened his chest with loyalty: “Then I won’t leave either, I’ll stay with you. If there’s anything you need me for, just say the word.” His mouth trembled slightly, and he swallowed before finishing his sentence.

Seeing his expression, Mingye wanted to laugh: Staying is certainly a good thing, otherwise why tell you so much? He desperately needed help, but he also felt a pang of guilt. "Staying here might cost you your life, aren't you afraid?"

"No... I'm not afraid!" Guiyi's lips trembled, but a stubborn pride within him held him back.

"Aren't you afraid your parents will be heartbroken?"

Guiyi couldn't withstand the pressure and wanted to back down. "You... how much of a chance do you really have?"

“Not a single point, a guaranteed loss. But in life, there are some things we know are impossible, yet we still have to do them.” Seeing that the other party was already backing down, Mingye didn't force him. Such a life-threatening situation couldn't be forced. He found paper and pen on the table, drew something, and handed it to Guiyi: “If you're determined to help me, find a safe place and use your spiritual power to draw this magic circle. But I warn you, this task is difficult; it's a gamble with your life. You must think carefully before you do it. Once you start, there's no turning back, and no chance for you to change your mind halfway. If you still care about your family, then ignore what's happening here, hurry back to Shuntian City, enjoy life, and be filial to your parents. What I said today, just let it go like sand in the wind, don't keep it in your mind, lest you live in constant fear, and don't leak it out, causing panic and unrest.”

Guiyi held the magic circle in his hand, murmuring, “Let me think it over, think it through…” When he left the room, his steps were weak. He would rather the young prince give him orders, or threaten him with his family as before, forcing him to comply, than give him a choice, leaving him torn between affection and duty, an unbearable dilemma. In the evening, the

palace maid

brought out the almost untouched meal from the young prince's room. Qianfan's face darkened upon seeing it.

The imperial chefs' dishes, though not as elegant and refined as those in Shuntian City, were still meticulously prepared, using the freshest ingredients and arranged in a dozen small bowls and plates, looking colorful, exquisite, and delicious. What was the little guy dissatisfied with? He only touched a few slices of tomato and lettuce in the vegetable salad? Such a picky eater, no wonder he's getting thinner and thinner.

"Give it to me!" Qianfan took the plate from the maid and returned to the room.

The room was unusually quiet. He looked around but couldn't find the child. The large bed was empty. Qianfan placed the dinner on the small table beside the bed. "Where is His Highness?" The palace maids were all squatting on the ground, tidying up the game discs scattered everywhere. Qianfan walked carefully with each step, and before he knew it, there was a "crack" sound under his foot.

The palace maids gasped: "That was His Highness's favorite!" But the disc on the ground was broken in two.

Qianfan picked up the pieces, somewhat annoyed at his clumsiness: "Oh, I broke it. Please help me keep it from him. I'll send someone to buy a new one tomorrow."

A female official came to report that His Highness was taking a bath, and he insisted on bathing by himself, not letting anyone serve him.

Qianfan remembered that the little one still had injuries. He wondered if it would be okay for him to bathe alone. When he reached the bathroom door, he couldn't hear the sound of running water. He called out "His Highness" twice, but there was no response. A little worried, he pushed open the door, and a cloud of white steam rushed towards him. He exclaimed "Wow!" and took two steps back. How hot must the water be to produce so much steam? It was clearly no use leaving him unattended; the child couldn't take care of himself at all. Bathing in such hot water, he'd be practically boiled alive. "Your Highness?" Qianfan waved away the steam, but the bath was empty. The steam was too thick, obstructing his vision. He glanced around and vaguely saw a small figure lying on the floor near the window.

"Your Highness?" Receiving no response, he sensed something was wrong, his heart sinking. "No!" He rushed over and saw the child lying face down, motionless, a pool of blood spreading around his neck. Qianfan watched from a few steps away, his hands and feet turning cold. He carefully approached, picked up the child, and gently turned him over.

At that moment, Qianfan thought he had lost him.

The little prince's eyes were closed, and he was still wearing his pajamas, only two buttons undone, revealing skin on his chest as pale as his face, and gruesome blood was gushing from the corner of his mouth. Qianfan cradled the child's head, pressing his face tightly against the lifeless little face. A strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, yet he could feel the child's faint breath.

Thank goodness! The little prince was alright, he was still alive!

Overjoyed, the Dark Emperor scooped up the frail little body and shouted for his attendants to summon the imperial physicians.

He placed the little prince back on the bed and took a warm towel from a palace maid, carefully wiping the blood from the child's face and body. Two or three minutes later, a group of imperial physicians rushed in, their faces filled with panic and anxiety. The Dark Emperor, annoyed by their slow arrival, scolded them angrily. Accompanying the physicians was Luo Yue, the watchman who had been searching for his brother for dinner but couldn't find him anywhere.

Qianfan didn't notice his younger brother; Luo Yue stood aside, watching coldly. All this trouble, leaving everyone hungry and without a proper meal, all for that stubborn little devil lying on the bed. If anything had really happened to him, Luo Yue felt his trip would have been worthwhile. However, after the imperial physicians' examination, they all breathed a sigh of relief and reported to the Dark Emperor that the young prince was fine; he had simply fainted due to poor blood circulation, and when his head hit the floor, his front teeth had hit his lip. The blood looked frightening, but it was actually from a wound in his mouth, not vomiting blood.

Upon hearing this, the Dark Emperor relaxed completely, his frightened soul returning to its place.

The imperial physicians left a bottle of ointment for the lip wound and then took their leave. Qian Fan stayed in the room to care for the still unconscious Ming Ye. He reminded himself that he could no longer let the young prince bathe alone, while also pondering what food to feed the young prince for the next few days, given the wound in his mouth. It wasn't until someone behind him gave a cold snort that Qian Fan looked up.

"Brother, are you planning to leave him here forever?" Luo Yue's tone was unfriendly, his gaze towards the young prince filled with disgust, as if he were a thorn in his side.

Qianfan glanced at him coldly, clearly seeing the hostility in his eyes: "I have my own plans regarding the young prince's stay or leave; it's none of your business."

Luo Yue was unwilling and spoke even more recklessly, directly mocking the Dark Emperor: "You didn't get too into your role-playing, and now you can't extricate yourself, thinking you've really fallen in love with him, did you?" He roughly grabbed Qianfan's shoulder: "Brother, I beg you! It was just a play, it's over once it's over, you understand, he understands! How long are you going to keep harping on this? What good outcome do you think there will be between you two?!" Qianfan

was filled with irritation and pushed his brother away: "When did it become your business to interfere in my affairs?!"

Luo Yue vented all his anger on the little devil, grabbing his collar and lifting him off the bed: "Wouldn't it be easier if I beat him to death?"

"What are you doing? Put him down! Luo Yue!" Qianfan's face changed drastically, and he lunged at his brother to take him away, but he was no match for Luo Yue's strength, and he watched as his brother's swift and powerful fist was about to fall on the young prince's face.

Gui Yi opened his eyes and froze. What was going on? Qian Fan shielded him tightly with her entire body, her eyes filled with soft, sweet-smelling black hair. Through the gaps in the hair, he could see the ferocious-looking Crown Prince of Mi standing behind Qian Fan, raising his fist high, but holding back for the sake of his brother.

"Qian...Fan? You, you let go first." He pushed the soft, delicate body away. He dared not touch the young prince.

But as soon as Gui Yi opened his mouth, he realized his voice was wrong. Oh dear, he remembered now. He had activated the magic circle the young prince had given him, and then everything went black, and he lost consciousness. He woke up to this inexplicable scene. What had happened?

Qian Fan was overjoyed to see the child in her arms awake. She cupped his face and said, "You scared me to death, you silly boy. You even fainted while taking a bath. You don't like being served by others, so let me bathe you from now on."

Huh? Gui Yi shuddered with a chill. One ear felt like it was stuffed with cotton, making it impossible to hear anything. However, because he was close by, he roughly knew what Qian Fan had just said. "Wait...wait, I...I don't understand..." What on earth was going on? Qian Fan was going to help him take a bath? Your Highness, please keep an eye on your wife!

A voice echoed in his mind: [Gui Yi, that magic circle is the Illusionary Soul Curse. I believe you've heard of it. Now, I've switched bodies with you.]

What? What!!! Your Highness, you're not joking, are you?

[I need to borrow your body for a few days.]

Gui Yi was practically in tears: "What am I supposed to do? Your wife wants to help me take a bath!!!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a voice said, "[Just play it by ear. You can handle it. Stay inside my body for a few days and don't let anyone notice anything.]"

Boss, you make it sound so easy! Gui Yi's forehead veins bulged: "You tell me how to solve this problem first!"

"[What problem?]

Your wife is holding me, and your wife's brother wants to hit me."

"[That's simple. First, push Qian Fan aside, then use all your strength. Remember, don't hold back. Give that guy named Shouwang Luo Yue a couple of good punches. He owes me one, so don't be polite.]

" In the blink of an eye, Gui Yi struck. Before Luo Yue could even recover from his surprise, a punch landed squarely on his left eye. "Luo Yue!" Qian Fan screamed, watching his brother fall to the ground. After throwing that punch, the young prince collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. His condition seemed even worse than Luo Yue's, and Qian Fan didn't know who to worry about. "

Damn it! Young prince, what kind of broken body do you have? Just one punch, and I... I have no strength left, and it hurts... my whole body hurts... damn it!"

Gui Yi was already in excruciating pain, but Ming Ye was still not satisfied: "What?! Just one punch? Tsk, you're really pathetic!"

Gui Yi almost fainted from anger, then heard the young prince say: "By the way, I've been poisoned by a cold toxin. It'll be extremely painful when it flares up. No matter how much it hurts, you have to endure it, grit your teeth and get through it. Don't scare the others."

Hmph! The others he was referring to were Qian Fan, weren't they? Gui Yi cursed inwardly: "You heartless bastard who values women over friends! I quit! Get my body back!"

But it was too late for regrets now. Mingye heartlessly reminded him: "[I told you before, once this starts, there's no going back. I didn't force you; you helped me voluntarily.]" This infuriated Guiyi to the point of wanting to vomit blood.

(From *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul* (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 254)

Mingye was oversimplifying things. Just because he could endure some pain didn't mean others had the same endurance.

Guiyi couldn't even last one night: his eyes were blurry, his ears were deaf, making him look like a deaf-blind cripple—miserable enough. His body was also constantly fluctuating between chills and fever, shivering and then drenched in sweat, an indescribable discomfort. The sword wound in his chest burned like fire, making it impossible for him to sit or lie down; he could only roll around on the bed, clutching his head. He had suddenly entered a body riddled with injuries from a normal, healthy body; one can imagine how difficult it was to accept. Even before the cold poison took effect, he was already ready to surrender.

He couldn't recall a single word of the young prince's instructions to endure. Even if he were scolded for being cowardly, incompetent, and disloyal, he only wanted to escape the endless, excruciating pain: "Please, young prince, switch our bodies back! I really... I really can't take it anymore! I'll die! I'll die if this continues!"

"Ah!! Ah—ahhh!!"

Each sharp, frantic cry, like a dying beast's scream, was a hoarse, desperate cry ripped from the depths of his throat. He frantically pounded on the wound in his chest, trying to drive away the pain. After a few punches, the wound reopened, bleeding profusely. He murmured incoherently, "Don't hurt anymore... don't hurt anymore... please... please, don't hurt anymore..." Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. Thinking of his family, he softly called, "Mommy, Mommy..."

Qianfan, standing nearby, was clearly stunned. He had never seen the young prince cry and scream like this, desperately trying to release his pain. The child had always been strong and quiet, calmly reassuring others that they shouldn't worry, that he could handle everything. But now, he was in unbearable pain, crying for his mother—it was heartbreaking to hear. And what could he do? He couldn't help at all, only cry along with him.

The guilt he felt towards his child made it impossible for him to forgive himself. They watched helplessly as the medical staff returned. Several rushed forward and hurriedly restrained the young prince, preventing him from moving, before injecting him with large doses of painkillers and tranquilizers. The child gradually calmed down, only his chest still heaving violently, as if each breath of life was being exhaled with great difficulty. The imperial physician put an oxygen mask on him, and Qianfan rushed over, grabbing the physician's arm and demanding, "Why is this happening?! Weren't you taking care of him the whole time? How could he become so ill?"

His face was streaked with tears, his expression filled with grief. The room fell silent for a moment, everyone kneeling on the ground. How could they answer? Human capabilities could only go so far. The demon prince's condition was severe; his wounds refused to heal. No matter how many of the most advanced instruments and treatments they used, they couldn't find the cause. Even if the Dark Emperor were enraged, even if he wanted their heads, there was nothing they could do. They had already done everything they could.

Hidden in the shadows outside the window, Mingye witnessed this scene and couldn't bear it. Why should someone else suffer the hardships that should have been his? He felt a deep sense of guilt towards Guiyi, and his resolve wavered. He formed hand seals and chanted an incantation, activating the Illusionary Soul Spell to switch their bodies back. Looking up, he saw a nearly full moon hanging in the sky. In just a few days, it would be the night of the full moon. He sighed, slowly lowered his hands, and suppressed his overwhelming guilt. "I'm sorry, Guiyi, please endure for three more days. After three days, I will return your body."

Guiyi remained silent for a long time, whether from pain or simply ignoring him.

Mingye leaned against the wall, the chill of the deep night seeping into his heart. Suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared in the distant bushes, and something flew past at incredible speed. Mingye's mind sharpened, and he immediately followed.

Inside the room, Qianfan looked at the people kneeling on the floor, his vision blurring. "What is this? Answer me! What's with all of you kneeling like this?"

Luo Yue quickly came to help him up. "Don't worry, demons are different from humans. They're very strong. Minor injuries and illnesses are nothing to worry about. Let the imperial physicians treat him slowly, and he'll be lively and energetic again in a few days. Your own health isn't great either. It's late now, you should go and rest. With so many doctors here, you don't need to worry too much..."

"I'm not leaving!" Qianfan broke free from his brother, rushed to the bedside, and took the child's small hand. Since the imperial physicians couldn't find the source of the cold poison, Qianfan concluded that the prince's pain was entirely caused by the sword he had stabbed him with. He looked at the child, whose eyes were already closed, and asked again and again, tears streaming down his face, "Why? Why won't you let your wound heal? Are you blaming me, blaming me for lying to you and hurting you? It was my own hand that inflicted the wound, so you won't let it heal? You hate me, don't you? If you hate me, wake up and beat me, take revenge on me! Don't sleep, don't close your eyes, Your Highness, look at me again, look at me..." He was truly afraid, afraid that those silver eyes would never open again. The child had just been calling for his mother, but the former Demon Queen, Shi Shu, had long since passed away. "Did you dream of your mother? Your Highness, don't go with her. I'm here. I know you're tired and weary, but you said you wanted the family to live happily together, you can't break your promise..."

He was too agitated; it was bad for his health. Luo Yue exchanged a glance with the imperial physician, then walked behind him and picked him up. "Brother, rest for a while. Leave the rest to the doctor."

"No..." Qian Fan struggled, a slight numbness in the back of his neck. His head tilted to the side, resting on his younger brother's shoulder, and he lost consciousness.

After Luo Yue carried the Dark Emperor back to his chambers, he quickly received a report from a guard that another bizarre mummified corpse had been discovered in the palace.

In just a few days, this was the fifth. This time it was a woman, and judging from her clothing, she was a young palace maid in her prime. When Luo Yue examined the body, he found that, like the previous four, the corpse looked as if it had been drained of blood by a vampire, leaving only a skeleton, hollow and exposed inside the clothing, its features unrecognizable. Luo Yue didn't believe in vampires; only demons could drain a person's life force. He drew his sword and, with a pair of guards, searched the area. In an open space in the Imperial Garden, he found the demon nobleman—Young Master Guiyi.

Seeing him lead a group of people into the barrier, Mingye felt a bit of a headache.

This barrier wasn't set up by the Little Demon King; someone else cast the spell. It was easy to enter but difficult to leave, clearly a trap, like a spider's web, waiting for its prey to walk right in.

Before Luo Yue could even get into a capture stance, a clear, melodious voice rang out: "Hmm, these humans are too ugly, they fail." As soon as the voice finished, a cute boy with silver hair and silver eyes appeared before Ming Ye, smiling innocently: "You're quite good-looking, brother. Would you let me absorb your soul?"

His silver eyes flashed with a captivating light; an ordinary person would have been completely mesmerized. Ming Ye casually asked, "What do you want to do with my soul?"

The boy was puzzled; the other boy seemed unaffected by his mind-controlling spell.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Mingye asked again, "Shuntian City has long issued a decree that demons are not allowed to harm humans. You not only eat people, but you even prey on your own kind?"

The boy sneered, "I'm not from Shuntian City, and I'm not bound by that absurd decree. My lord said I can eat whoever I want, and no one can stop me."

Mingye looked at him carefully; he was about the same age as himself, a little younger than Guiyi. He said he wasn't from Shuntian City, so could there be other demons outside of Shuntian City? That was something he had always suspected but couldn't verify. In the war between gods and demons fifteen years ago, only 30,000 demon survivors remained. What about the others? Were they all killed? Or were they sealed away somewhere by the Heavenly Emperor? Kui had said that the former Demon Lord and Queen, who were supposed to sacrifice themselves when humans invaded the Demon Palace, didn't die. Where did they go?

Mingye vaguely felt that all the questions could be answered by the boy in front of him.

"My lord?" Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he blurted out, "Is your lord Shen Tiankui?"

"How dare you!" the boy roared. "Who are you? Even I am not allowed to address my lord by his name? I'll cut out your tongue!" He drew his sword with a sharp clang, slashing it at Mingye with chilling intent.

Mingye retreated, dodging the blade, and was shocked to see that the gleaming sword in the boy's hand was none other than his own Cold Moon Blade!

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