[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - 25-27

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 200:

In four days, it will be Kui's birth festival. That night, the Heavenly Palace will hold a grand masquerade ball, inviting royalty and high-ranking officials from various great nations across the Three Realms.

The Little Demon King has yet to give a clear answer regarding the Heavenly Palace's invitation. He's still resentful about the previous incident and fears he won't give Kui a warm welcome, making things awkward for both of them. Fortunately, the Crown Prince has sent him to the Mi Kingdom on a "goodwill visit," giving him a perfect opportunity to decline the birth festival invitation.

He had a clever plan in mind, but his cunning elder brother, the Crown Prince, pulled him aside, saying, "Your mission to the Mi Kingdom needs a legitimate reason. Kui's birth festival is approaching, and I'm thinking of using this as a pretext to have the Heavenly Palace send a fleet to the Mi Kingdom. You and the Holy Dragon Prince can act as envoys of etiquette, bringing the King and several princes over to attend the ceremony. If we depart tomorrow, we'll arrive by evening. You'll then have three days to thoroughly investigate the Mi Kingdom. This way, we can enter the Mi Kingdom legitimately and demonstrate the Heavenly Palace's respect for human nations." The Crown Prince

's words were impeccable, and the Holy Dragon Prince added a few flattering remarks like "Your Highness is wise." The little devil was outnumbered and powerless, and couldn't back down even if he wanted to.

As the four palace maids, Feng Hua, Xue Yue, and Yue, helped him pack his belongings, their eyes darted back and forth between the bedroom and the study. Qian Fan sat alone on the edge of the bed, organizing the young prince's personal belongings, while in the study, the young prince had closed the door and was whispering with the handsome red-haired man, plotting something all night long.

"Leaving the master alone, what is the young prince thinking? He's leaving tomorrow, and he's not even spending enough time with him!" Xiao Hua was the first to vent her dissatisfaction.

Xiao Xue couldn't stand it either: "Exactly! Look how lonely the master looks. He was sullen all night hearing that the young prince was leaving for four days; he must be reluctant to part with him. But look over there..." She gestured towards the study, "The young prince has been chatting with the new guy all night, and it's still going on, while he's neglecting the master here."

None of them liked Lie Yun; they thought his origins were unclear, and his arrogant temperament made him difficult to get along with. More importantly, they couldn't understand why the young prince kept this handsome man by his side.

"Tell me, what's the relationship between that person and the young prince? I always feel that the young prince trusts him a lot. Today, after returning from the Heavenly Palace, he immediately summoned him to the study without even eating. I passed by the study just now, and I couldn't hear anything inside. Oh dear, what are they doing locked up in there for so long?" Xiao Feng's words led the sisters' thoughts in an ambiguous direction.

"Now that you mention it, I also feel that the young prince is always exchanging glances with that person... Oh no! Could it be that the young prince has taken a liking to that person and is interested in him? To be honest, that red-haired guy isn't bad-looking either... Ouch!" Xiao Hua hadn't finished speaking when she received a tap on the head.

"What are you saying? How can that red-haired monster compare to the master? Of course, the young prince loves the master the most!" Xiao Yue scolded lightly.

“That’s hard to say,” Xiaoxue immediately retorted. “Men, which one isn’t fickle? After being with their partner day and night for a while, they lose interest and want to try something different. The richer, more powerful, and capable a man is, the more likely he is to change his mind!” Her final, authoritative statement drew admiration from the other women.

“Wow, Xiaoxue is amazing! She even knows this!”

“Of course! I read it in a book.” Flattered by the praise, Xiaoxue smiled smugly and said to the silent woman beside her, “Sister Yiquan, you’ve served the young prince the longest, and he listens to you the most. Why don’t you go in and persuade him to spend more time with his master?” Yiquan,

focused on her work, said in her usual indifferent tone, “After you’ve packed your things for tomorrow’s mission, you can leave. As for what the young prince’s plans are, he has his own ideas, and it’s not our business.” The

maids, having been reprimanded, had no choice but to fall silent.

Just then, the study door creaked open, and two people emerged, their faces grim.

The young prince walked ahead, his steps quick, when suddenly his arm was grabbed from behind.

"Hey! I'm telling you, I have no reason to stay. I'm going with you tomorrow." Lie Yun's strength was considerable, causing the little devil to stumble.

Ming Ye was furious, forcefully breaking free: "You stay, that's not a discussion, it's an order!"

"We've always been together, never separated. Why can't I go with you this time?"

A booming voice echoed throughout the room, drowning out the surprised gasps of the palace maids.

"Let go..."

The mechanical body's strength was immense, and Ming Ye winced in pain.

"I'm worried about you going alone." Lie Yun's words stemmed only from loyalty and love for his master, never expecting it to cause such a misunderstanding.

"Let him go!" A clear, gentle voice cut off the arguing couple.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Qianfan stepped in front of the little prince. "You, let him go!" He grabbed Lieyun's wrist, trying to pull it off the child's arm. "You're using so much force, you'll hurt him." Seeing that the other party was still unmoved, Qianfan shouted angrily, "Why aren't you taking your hand off right now?!"

As if burned, Lieyun pulled his hand back immediately, his heart pounding—wow, this guy has such a temper! How come I never noticed before?

Qianfan lifted Mingye's sleeve to take a look—

the little guy's skin was so delicate it was almost translucent, but now it had been pinched with five purplish-blue finger marks.

Giving the red-haired handsome man who was abusing his power a reproachful glare, Qianfan pulled the little devil onto the bed: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much!" The little devil cried out, three parts genuine and seven parts exaggerated, snuggling into Qianfan's arms and making a gesture behind Qianfan's back to the others, "Get out of here! Don't bother us!"

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 201

The others had no choice but to tactfully leave the room.

In the corridor outside, four palace maids wanted to whisper something to the handsome red-haired man—

"Judging from the young prince's eager behavior just now, Master will probably be bedridden again tomorrow."

Another said, "Don't worry, the young prince 'loves' Master the most; even if he's a bit rough, he'll be considerate of his body."

"Heh, that's hard to say. Master is handsome and gentle; which man wouldn't be captivated by him..."

The girls chattered amongst themselves, while Lie Yun stood by, his face cold. Having lived for over a thousand years, how could he stoop to the level of girls? He calmly raised his head, gazing at the blood-red sky, feeling uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

Inside the room, Ming Ye's little face rubbed against Qian Fan's neck.

Qianfan was massaging the wound on his arm, oblivious to everything else, when suddenly he felt an itch on his neck. The child had playfully bitten him, reminding Qianfan of something important:

"Your Highness, you haven't had dinner yet! Are you hungry? Should I go get you some food?"

Holding such a warm, soft body in his arms, how could the little devil be in the mood for food? His silver eyes glared at Qianfan with a mixture of resentment and reproach, as if blaming him for his lack of romantic understanding.

"Ah..." A gasp escaped his lips, and Qianfan was pushed onto the bed. With each rise and fall, his two jade-like breasts bounced alluringly several times, their beautiful shapes outlined against the thin fabric, the erect nipples clearly visible.

"Wow..."

The little devil's lust was aroused, his mouth watering.

Holding her soft, fragrant body, he nuzzled against Qianfan's cheek, happily declaring ownership: "You're mine, hehe, so good! Qianfan, you're mine alone!" He swallowed, his hand moving to her soft, warm breasts, first stroking along the edges of her full, swollen nipples, then gently lifting them with his palm. They were heavy and full, the feel of them indescribably wonderful. He licked his lips, lifting the thin veil over Qianfan's chest, revealing her delicate pink nipples, admiring them to his heart's content: "Hmm! We'll do it while I eat 'dinner'."

When Qianfan was whipped, Kui deliberately let many of the lashes fall on this most vulnerable spot. Although she was later treated with the best medicine, only a few days had passed, and the wounds hadn't fully healed. Even a light touch was still incredibly sensitive, causing her nipples to immediately swell and become engorged.

Mingye took a small sip into her mouth, releasing it without sucking, the glistening saliva making her nipple appear even more alluring.

"Mmm...uh!" Qianfan gripped the sheets tightly, his heart pounding with a mixture of discomfort and desire. He twisted his body helplessly, unsure whether to yield or resist. His two crimson nipples itched so badly he longed for his child to ravage them, yet they also throbbed with a pain as if they were about to burst. He groaned, on the verge of tears, "Waaah...no...Your Highness, not there..." He

was wet again!

His body was hopelessly wanton. Even though he was almost six months pregnant, he still craved his child's manhood to penetrate him deeply, to swiftly and forcefully pierce him, to thrust in and out of his itchy, juicy passage...

so...shameful...

thinking this, he squeezed his long legs together, rubbing them against each other for a moment before slightly parting them, repeating this opening and closing several times until his clothes gradually opened, revealing his erect penis. He wasn't even wearing underwear. Clothes were useless now; although the belt was still tied around his chest, his beautiful body was completely exposed.

“Your Highness…” His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, glistening with moisture, hazy and intoxicated. He was beginning to understand how to seduce the child.

“Do you want it, hmm?” Mingye was already restless, but he couldn’t resist teasing him.

He lowered his head and kissed those fragrant lips, and Qianfan moaned softly, immediately offering his neck to meet him.

“Come, let me see if you really want it…” The little devil retreated downwards, and Qianfan hummed a few times, shyly bending his knees and spreading his legs, letting the child see his wanton body clearly.

“Ah! Really, so much water.”

The sheets under Qianfan’s buttocks were soaked, all from the nectar leaking out due to unfulfilled desire.

Mingye looked at his swollen belly, then at the constantly leaking nectar from his vulva, agonizing over which wonderful spot to enter.

Qianfan closed his eyes and waited, his face flushed with desire, hoping to quickly receive the child’s love. He waited and waited, until he heard an unusual movement between his legs, and then he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Your Highness!"

He propped himself up and looked down, and Qianfan screamed in fright, the flush of desire fading from his face. He hurriedly picked up the child curled up beneath him, held him in his arms, and cupped the child's face in his hands: "What's wrong? Don't scare me, why... why are your hands and feet suddenly so cold?!"

Mingye trembled, unable to speak, a chilling aura surging from his dantian. He tried several times to forcefully suppress it with his spiritual energy, but to no avail. The chill relentlessly invaded his body, and he bit his lip to maintain a sliver of consciousness, weakly calling out: "Lie... Yun..."

The people guarding outside immediately burst into the room and rushed to the bedside.

The palace maids, unaware of what was happening, shouted to stop him, "Hey! What are you doing? Don't disturb them... Ah!!" When they saw the situation inside the room, they were all stunned—the little prince, held in Qianfan's arms, was covered in a layer of frost, his little face was purple from the cold, and every breath he exhaled was a visible white mist of frost.

"Cold... I, I'm so cold... Lieyun..."

Shenjian stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and grasped the hand that was reaching out for help: "Little brat..." Lieyun closed his eyes and tried to transfer his life essence through the palm of the hand, but unfortunately, it was blocked by the cold air, like a solid, blunt wall, blocking all his life essence back.

In this critical moment, Mingye concentrated and suddenly increased his spiritual energy, finally regaining some strength. He immediately pushed Qianfan to the four palace maids, as the cold air was extremely harmful to both the fetus and the mother. "Hurry! Take Qianfan away from here..."

"No! I'll stay here with you." Qianfan hugged him tightly, refusing to let go, pressing his face against his chest, trying to warm him with his own body heat. "How can I leave like this? I won't go!"

The rare sliver of clarity he had maintained quickly vanished. Mingye didn't want Qianfan to be harmed by the cold, nor did he want him to see his sickly appearance, so he hardened his heart and pushed him away: "Go! I don't need you now, get out of here right now!"

Even

after being so humble, the little prince still ignored him, only looking out the window. Qianfan began to lose patience. "Are you still blaming me? Blaming me for lying to you?" He forcefully turned the child's head, forcing him to face him. "The lady-in-waiting reported to me that you haven't been eating or sleeping for the past few days. What are you trying to do? Are you torturing yourself to get revenge on me? I'm not as easily swayed as the Qianfan I used to be; I won't fall for that!"

"No..." Mingye lowered his eyelashes timidly. The once fearless young demon lord was now terrified of anyone's anger and reprimands. He seemed to be constantly making mistakes, repeatedly hurting and disappointing those around him, which was why no one liked him. He just wanted love, but no matter how hard he tried, he was left all alone. His cold hands longed to be held tightly and never let go...

"I didn't want revenge," he whispered, trying to explain. He didn't want to speak, but the other person seemed very angry, so he had to be careful: "I just... I just have no appetite, and I can't sleep. Demons are different from humans; it's okay if we don't eat or sleep for days. Please stop scolding me, okay?"

The little prince's unexpected compliance surprised Qianfan, and his anger quickly subsided. "Does the wound still hurt?" He reached out to unbutton the young prince's clothes to check his injury, but the child suddenly took a step back: "No!" Qianfan looked up in confusion, just in time to see the fear and wariness that couldn't be concealed in the silver eyes. To him? Why? "Come here," he pulled the child in front of him, "What are you afraid of? I just want to see your injury."

Mingye was afraid that he would touch him again like last time, leading to an awkward situation. This body was already ruined; no matter how much he was teased, he would never get an erection again. He ultimately failed to grow into a man as he wished.

"Why hasn't the wound healed yet?" Looking at the dark red gauze wrapped around the thin little chest, the Dark Emperor frowned deeply: "I remember you recovered quite quickly last time; you were lively and energetic again in just a couple of days." He flipped up the collar and saw the teeth marks on the young prince's arm, still bright red and clear, as if he had just bitten them off. "What happened? This mark is still so deep..."

Afraid that he would notice something was wrong, Mingye hurriedly pulled his clothes up and buttoned them. "It'll be fine soon, this little injury will be quick..." Now that he knew Kui was here, how could he let the Resurrection Spell consume all his spiritual power to heal his injury? The Resurrection Spell was an extremely domineering and powerful spell, and suppressing it required a price.

Feeling lighter, Qianfan picked him up and carefully placed him on the bed. "If you feel bored or can't sleep, you can play video games to pass the time." He walked to the TV cabinet, opened the door, and crawled inside to find game discs. The cabinet was big and deep, and most of his body was inside, leaving only his butt sticking out and wriggling around. "Ah! Found it, it's here. I specially picked them out; they're all the most popular games. You should like them..." He shouted in surprise from inside the cabinet. When he came out, he was too anxious and his head hit the top of the cabinet with a "bang." "Ouch!" He immediately burst into tears from the pain and sat back down, but the cabinet door bumped against his aching back.

"Ouch...it hurts so much..."

Mingye, lying on the bed, stared in disbelief. He quickly climbed to the edge of the bed and helped him up, feeling both sorry for him and amused: "Still so clumsy, you haven't improved at all."

Their eyes met, and time seemed to rewind; nothing had changed. A warm feeling flowed through their eyes and hearts. Qianfan looked up at the child, tears welling up in his eyes: "Your Highness, you still care about me, don't you? Even if I did something wrong to you, you'll still forgive me, right?"

Mingye was speechless. He no longer had the strength to discern whether Qianfan's tears were genuine or not, or whether his own feelings for him were attachment or merely habit. The only certainty was that they could no longer be together.

Mingye gently rubbed the bump on Qianfan's head, his voice incredibly soft: "A traveler, captivated by the beautiful scenery along the way, continued on his journey, thinking he was still on the road, only to find he had unknowingly reached the end."

Qianfan understood the unspoken meaning, her heart pounding with fear. She grabbed the child's waist tightly: "No, it's not the end! We're still young, we have plenty of time. You can rediscover the real me, maybe you'll find I'm even better than before... Let's start over... okay, let's start over!"

"Fool..." Mingye sighed inwardly. It was too late, there was no time to start over. The situation in the Three Realms wouldn't allow it, nor would his health. "Qianfan, from now on, I will learn to live alone, no longer thinking of relying on anyone. And you, you must slowly get used to the days without me by your side."

After

shouting this sentence with a fierce voice, he could no longer hold on, his frail body collapsing, caught in Lieyun's hands.

The intense pain in the child's eyes had terrified Qianfan. "Your Highness..."

The palace maids supporting him straightened his disheveled clothes and led him slowly back towards the door. "Master, let's go out first. With Lord Lieyun here, you don't need to worry. We can't help you if we stay. Come, listen to His Highness..." Qianfan stiffly

let them pull him away. His blank mind suddenly thought, "Could it be... that the poison in my body passed to His Highness, causing him to be like this..." He looked around, but no one could answer his question. This only confirmed his suspicions, and tears of self-reproach streamed down his face. "It's me... It must be because of me! I'm the one who caused this..."

"He's not dead yet! What are you crying for? You're bothering me!" Lieyun rushed to him, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him back to the bedside. Lieyun had only been in the mechanical body for a few days and didn't quite know how to control his strength. Qianfan was dragged by him and stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

The palace maids, eager to protect their master, rushed over and scolded, "What are you doing! Let go of your master!"

Lie Yun ignored their entanglement and pointed at the child curled up in a ball on the bed, shivering from the cold, saying, "He is suffering from the chill, and his symptoms are nothing like yours. What makes you so sure his illness is related to you? You can't even see that, and all you do is cry. You're incredibly stupid!"

The palace maids gasped, "How can you insult your master like that? Although everyone knows he's stupid, who would be so blunt as you? It's hurtful, don't you understand?"

Lie Yun grabbed the little thing, who was as cold as an ice cube, and shook him up and down by the collar, saying, "Hey, you're not dead yet, are you? If you're awake, listen to me—immediately withdraw the Heavenly Soul Power from his body!"

Frost settled on Ming Ye's long eyelashes. He weakly shook his head, refusing to accept Lie Yun's suggestion.

"Damn it! You brat, are you tired of living? The remaining power in your body is far from enough to resist the invasion of the cold poison! Quick! Reunite the separated Heavenly Soul Power."

The child remained unmoved, and Lie Yun, exasperated, shook off Qian Fan's hand and lifted the little prince's head—

"I hope this method works. Forgive me."

Amidst gasps of surprise, he leaned down and kissed the child's lips, forcing his own essence back into his body...

This illness came on suddenly and violently, tormenting him all night. The little demon king lingered in a half-dead state, and of course, he couldn't go on his trip to the Mi Kingdom the next day. He had to ask for leave from the Heavenly Palace, which alarmed both Shuntian City and the Heavenly Palace.

The first reaction of the Crown Prince upon receiving the news was: Pshaw! Only an idiot would believe that!

Demons are physically strong and live for over a thousand years. How could someone suddenly go from being lively and energetic to being bedridden overnight? Mingming is always cunning; he might be faking illness to avoid official duties. Filled with suspicion, he immediately dispatched the imperial physician, ostensibly for a medical examination, but in reality to verify the truth.

The protective barrier outside the palace had collapsed, and the weakened little demon king no longer had the strength to maintain the powerful barrier. Without that layer of protection, anyone could freely enter and leave his room, leaving him both furious and helpless.

Lying listlessly on Qianfan's lap, wrapped in a soft white fox fur coat, he had regained his normal body temperature, but still felt a chill creeping into his heart, his face pale, his lips purple, and he shivered incessantly. He drooped his head listlessly, looking utterly dejected.

Qianfan gently stroked his hair, occasionally feeding him some hot soup. Sometimes the little guy would throw a tantrum and demand fruit salad, but Qianfan would resolutely refuse to let him eat anything raw or cold. To distract him, she would joke with him, "When you're sick, you have to be obedient. If you keep being willful, even the baby will laugh at you."

Mingye retorted, "The baby isn't even born yet, how can he know how to laugh?"

"Hehe, you don't know, I can hear the baby's thoughts perfectly clearly." Qianfan winked at him. Mingye

pressed his ear against Qianfan's protruding belly, but instead of hearing a sound, his belly was suddenly kicked twice. "Ouch!" Mingye looked up and complained to Qianfan, "He kicked my face again! He always does this, you stinky baby! He must be jealous that I'm prettier than him! With such a bad temper, I'll definitely call him Stinky from now on."

Qianfan laughed and protested for the baby, "If it's a girl, will you call her Stinky too? That sounds awful."

"It's not a girl." Mingye smiled mysteriously, his expression softening. "It's a boy, I know." He rested his head on Qianfan's lap, his gaze somewhat dim.

He had seen this unborn baby long ago, in his dreams. The baby's name was actually Wawa (娃), though he didn't know if Qianfan had given it to him later, or if he had changed his mind and stopped calling him Chou Chou (臭臭). The little darling was spirited and beautiful… it was just a pity he wouldn't be able to watch him grow up…

"Your Highness, the Imperial Physician of the Heavenly Palace requests an audience," came the announcement from outside the hall.

Mingye's expression hardened, and he ordered the palace maids to take Qianfan to the inner room to rest.

A short while later, a figure in purple entered the room. Mingye straightened up and looked at the newcomer: "Heh, how come it's you?"

He thought it would be Shui Xinsha, but it was her younger brother.

"My sister hates you and won't come to see you again," Shui Zhiyan replied calmly.

Like the Princess, he also had long, deep purple hair, but his hair was straight and only reached his waist. In the novel

*Tianhun Zhuan* (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth), chapter 203

, he was, in my memory, a docile and frail boy, overly protected by his family, his eyes, untouched by hardship, carrying an innocent naiveté. In those light purple eyes, the world was black and white; he was a man of clear likes and dislikes. This time, Shui Zhiyan's clear gaze revealed undisguised condemnation and hatred.

He had come to seek justice for his sister!

But he didn't know that in this world, there wasn't much justice.

"You look unwell; it doesn't seem like you're faking it." Putting down his medicine box, Shui Zhiyan dismissed his attendants, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Mingye lay sprawled on the chaise longue, propping his head up with one hand, teasing him, "The Princess sent you? She's worried about letting her beloved younger brother come to see me alone? I'm a despicable demon, you know, aren't you afraid I'll eat you?"

Mingye didn't mean anything by it, but Jin Shui's words sounded ambiguous. The demon race's notorious reputation for lewdness was known throughout the three realms, causing the young physician, who had already sat down on the sofa next to the chaise longue, to nervously clutch his collar and shift aside slightly.

Ah, the little lamb's reaction was quite amusing!

Unfortunately, Mingye wasn't feeling well today and wasn't in the mood to tease him further.

"Did the Crown Prince send you to verify if I was faking illness?" Mingye, still lying on the chaise, glanced at him wearily. “You can go back and report now. I just have a minor cold. Tell him not to worry, and we can set off for the Mi Kingdom tomorrow.” He tried his best to appear normal, but in reality, his body beneath the fox fur coat was shivering with cold, and he was barely able to maintain his composure. He just wanted to get rid of him quickly with a few words.

But the boy sitting next to him showed no intention of leaving, staring at him intently with his amethyst eyes, which held too many complex emotions for Mingye to fathom. Just as he frowned impatiently and was about to call for someone to see him out, the boy, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

“My sister told me everything about you.” His clear voice spoke clearly and calmly.

“Everything?” Mingye was somewhat surprised. He thought that the rational girl would choose to bear some “secrets” alone.

The young doctor raised his purple eyes, gave him a deep look, and then lowered his gaze again: "You shouldn't have bullied her. You don't love her, yet you married her and forced her to save another man. The medicinal ingredient for the Sacred Heart Fruit is the virginity of the grower, you know that! That's a girl's most precious thing, how could you be so casual..." As he spoke, his emotions became agitated, "My sister is the strongest and proudest person I've ever met, but because of this, she locked herself in her room, not sleeping or eating for days. You can see how deeply you hurt her!"

"None of this has anything to do with me!" Mingye remained unmoved: "Sacrificing oneself to save someone is precisely the virtue that doctors are praised for, isn't it? No matter what you say, I won't break off the engagement. You've probably made a wasted trip."

"Indeed, my sister asked me to come..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shui Zhiyan suddenly attacked, lunging forward and pulling out Mingye's hand hidden in his sleeve, skillfully finding his pulse with three fingers.

After a moment of surprise, Mingye quickly recovered and abruptly pulled his hand back: "Insolence! Even if you are the imperial physician of the Heavenly Palace, you have no right to be disrespectful to me!"

His stern words did not intimidate Shui Zhiyan. While his medical skills might not be as refined as the princess's, his speed and accuracy in taking a pulse were unmatched. "Indeed... just as my sister said..." he murmured dejectedly, slumping back into his chair.

Taking a deep breath, he met Mingye's displeased, narrowed silver eyes and said with pity, "I have never seen such a potent and domineering poison... It doesn't exist in the mortal realm, nor in the Heavenly Realm... I'm afraid only the Demon Clan knows how to create such an insidious and deadly poison..."

Damn it! Mingye felt a pang of annoyance; this guy was insulting without using any vulgar language. He snorted coldly in annoyance.

Shui Zhiyan continued, “This poison was planted in your body when you were a child. The person who poisoned you must have added a potent toxin to your daily food, feeding it to you little by little, allowing the toxin to take deep root in your internal organs. My sister told me that this poison is extremely yin and cold. Once it takes effect, the cold air invades the body, causing cells to die rapidly, and even the blood to coagulate. The poisoned person will suffer greatly…” He abruptly stopped, somewhat reluctant, but the young prince sitting opposite him remained expressionless.

“And then, are you saying that if this poison isn’t cured, I will soon die?”

“I’m afraid… that’s how it is…” Shui Zhiyan silently took a box from his medicine chest and pushed it in front of Mingye.

“What is this?” Mingye took it and opened it. The room was immediately filled with a fragrant aroma. Inside the box was half a red, glistening fruit. “This is…” a Sacred Heart Fruit? The half that Qianfan had eaten and thrown away?

"You understand now, right? It's my sister's intention. She asked me to persuade you to eat this half of the Sacred Heart Fruit." The boy paused, then smiled bitterly. "I think... she's fallen in love with you. My sister is a very proud person; she's too proud to come see you, and she won't admit it, but I know she likes you, and the person she wants to save—is you."

Mingye took out half of the Sacred Heart Fruit. Even after so long, the translucent flesh was still as fresh as if it had just been picked, gleaming with a beautiful luster like a ruby, just like the noble and devout love of a young girl.

"You!!" Shui Zhiyan exclaimed, jumping up to snatch back the Sacred Heart Fruit, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, the remaining half of the fruit was burned to ashes in Mingye's hands.

"That way, she only has one person left to save." Mingye raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly, making her choice between herself and Qianfan without hesitation.

Shui Zhiyan was both shocked and furious: "You actually... trampled on my sister's true feelings like this!?" What filled him with grief and indignation was not only his sister Shui Xinsha's completely ignored love, but also his own hopeless first love that had been nipped in the bud. "You...you heartless devil..." He grabbed Mingye's collar, his face twisted into a hideous grimace.

For what one wants to protect, even the kindest person would be willing to become a devil—

"There was another person who asked me to come find you..." Shui Zhiyan said, swiftly pulling out a talisman hidden in his sleeve, tossing it into the air, and chanting a spell.

"What...what are you doing?" It was a spatial teleportation magic circle. Mingye was shocked, but his Heavenly Soul Power was extremely depleted, and he could do nothing but watch helplessly as the light from the magic circle enveloped the two of them. His weak body could not withstand the splitting and recombination during the forced teleportation. Without the protection of spiritual power, he felt as if he were being torn apart by a thousand knives, screaming uncontrollably in pain before losing consciousness.

"Your Highness?!" Hearing his voice, everyone inside rushed out, but the room was empty; not a single person was there. The nightmare struck again. What they thought they had forgotten… hadn't been there after all— the incessant

explosions , the constantly shaking ground, the palace before them, like a beautiful painting shattered into incomplete fragments—collapsed! Devastated! Scattered everywhere were jigsaw puzzle pieces that could never be put back together. People's faces were filled with fear and despair… It all happened so suddenly, catching everyone off guard, a gentle, warm melody suddenly punctuated by a destructive symphony. A maid held him tightly in her arms: "Don't be afraid, Your Highness! Even if it costs us our lives, we will get you to safety." She was comforting him, but her own body was trembling. "Where's my brother?" "Lord Weichen has gone to find His Highness the Crown Prince. We'll meet soon. Let's leave here..." Warm liquid splashed onto the child's face. Before he could understand what was happening, the palace maid who had been comforting him collapsed, her eyes still open, glaring at the intruders. Blood gushed from the bullet hole in her back, staining the ground and the child's pure silver eyes. The door was broken open, and a pair of well-equipped human soldiers burst in: "We won't let you escape!" they shouted, aiming their weapons at the target in the room. Demon guards blocked the child's path: "How dare you be so rude! You lowly creatures!" The mage activated his Heavenly Soul, his spiritual power unleashing a barrage of arrows that relentlessly hurtled towards the enemy. When one was exhausted, the other immediately took their place. The ferocity and speed of the attack were breathtaking, until a wall collapsed with a deafening roar, dust billowing from the room. "No...it's impossible!"

As the dust settled, the human soldiers stood motionless, completely unharmed. Their strangely shaped weapons released a peculiar energy, forming a dark red protective shield that neutralized the attack of the Heavenly Soul Power.

"What...what kind of power is this?" Seeing this, the demon guards were thrown into disarray.

The leading human officer was arrogant: "Haha! You despicable demons, your existence is a mistake of heaven! Go to hell, all of you!" He ordered his entire army to open fire, bullets carrying the force to pierce the barrier, volleying through the demon guards.

"Quick! Get the young prince away..." The heavily wounded captain of the guard breathed his last as he gave the order.

"No one escapes!"

The window behind him shattered with a bang, and dozens of human soldiers jumped in, blocking their retreat—

they were completely surrounded!

"Today is the end of the demon race!"

All humans roared with jubilation, confident of victory, determined to exterminate them all. They had no intention of sparing anyone, not even a ten-year-old child. Though called the most intelligent of all beings, they too possessed a primal instinct for slaughter and cruelty. Their impassioned shouts, proclaiming their bloodlust, were more terrifying and chilling than the deafening roar of bombs.

"Too soon, arrogant humans!"

Spiritual energy conjured weapons sharper than steel wire, like the scythe of death, slicing through the human soldiers. Screams echoed, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of lives were claimed.

The situation reversed instantly—

"Yiquan!" the child cried out joyfully.

Yi Quan, leading the palace assassination squad, rushed to the scene. She knelt on one knee before the young prince, taking his small, trembling hand in hers. A bitter smile, as if a sigh of relief, escaped her lips. "Finally, we made it! We're late in rescuing you, which is why these lowly humans disturbed you. I hope… uh!"

The child suddenly threw himself into her arms, choking back tears as he called her name again, "Yi Quan…"

"Yes, I'm here." She gently patted the frightened child. "It's alright, it's alright…" After a moment of embrace, she knew this wasn't the time to waste. Pulling the child away, she saw his red eyes. Yi Quan said sternly, "Don't cry! You're a boy, you have to be strong. Everyone is watching you!"

Ming Ye was startled, turning to look at those around him. Sure enough, everyone was looking at him. The soldiers' loyal eyes shone with trust and hope.

"You must become everyone's pillar!"

Ming Ye felt a heavy weight in his chest; for the first time, he felt the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders.

Wiping away his tears with his sleeve, his silver eyes shifted from panic to composure. The innate aura and talent within him awakened at the last moment when he was driven to the brink by the enemy.

"Yiquan, where are my father and mother?" Unlike his slightly trembling voice just now, his question was calm and carried absolute authority.

Yi Quan was astonished by her young master's growth. She lowered her head and exclaimed, "Human warships have breached the defenses and stormed the command center! Princess Shi Shu is trapped inside! The Demon Lord has already gone to rescue her… Your Highness!" She hurriedly grabbed the running child, crying out, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to save my mother!" Ming Ye turned back, looking firmly at the soldiers. "Your lives are very important to me, so everyone must take care of yourselves." He ordered Yi Quan, "You lead everyone away immediately, escape to a safe place, and don't stay in the city any longer!"

"What did you say?" Yi Quan objected vehemently. "Our mission is to protect you, how can we leave you behind first?"

"It's an order!" The child's gaze was firm, as if he were making a vow. "This disaster will not defeat us, the Demon Clan will surely rise again! I promise you all, it will!"

"Your Highness—" Yi Quan felt nothing in her arms; the person was gone. "It was… teleportation!" She stared blankly at her empty hands. Now that things had come to this, she could only wholeheartedly trust her young master's decision.

The command post was located on the highest floor of the palace. A massive canopy had been rammed by a warship, its hull tilting and embedded in the room, leaving deep gashes on the floor. Thick smoke couldn't mask the stench of blood, which was nauseating. The hall was a scene of utter devastation; beneath massive boulders and glass lay severed limbs. Bloodstains weren't everywhere, but those glimpses were horrifying. The echoes in the air were unclear—whether it was the mournful sound of the wind, the wails of the dead, or the dying palace itself weeping for its fate.

The child frantically searched everywhere, his chaotic emotions indescribable. He weaved through the ruins and rubble; in just a few minutes, his heart pounded, his sweat ran cold. He feared finding nothing, yet also feared finding something unexpected. Every step was fraught with anxiety, his mind racing, a rapid, ever-changing train of thought, as if he had already conceived a plan for the future. But just as he was about to organize his thoughts, he realized his mind was completely blank, devoid of anything. His scalp felt cold and slightly numb, and he seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear: "What if you're all alone? What if you're all alone… all alone…"

He stumbled, his knees buckling, shards of glass piercing his skin mercilessly—pain! He could still feel the pain! Mingye looked up, surveying his surroundings. Was this his palace? His home? The place where he grew up?

No!

No—

everyone was gone? What should he do? Where should he go? What was he doing?

The child scrambled to his feet and ran—anywhere would do, as long as he wasn't stopped, as long as he didn't have to think wildly! Otherwise, he… would definitely collapse—

“Mom… Mom?”

Finally, he found a familiar figure, in the distance…

Princess Shishu was being dragged out from under a stone slab. Her dark green military uniform was covered in white dust and dark brown, semi-congealed blood. Half of her body was missing, and her abdominal organs had fallen out from a wound on her side. Half of her intestines were buried under the rubble, a long section of them protruding…

And the person beside her was none other than the Demon Lord!

Her eyes were lifeless, only staring blankly at her husband in pain. Holding his beloved wife, the Demon Lord smiled at her. In their silent gazes, they both understood each other's thoughts. Slowly, he drew his sword from his waist, the bright light of the blade stinging the child's eyes.

“No! Father!”

The shrill cry startled the person who was about to swing the sword. The Demon Lord looked up at his youngest son standing not far away, his eyes filled with love: “You’ve come.” He put down his sword, reached out to the child, and beckoned him to his side.

He lovingly stroked the child's tender face, his hand slowly moving down to grasp the thin neck. He whispered, "Good child, let's... die together."

The child offered no resistance, obediently closing his eyes. In that moment, tranquility was so precious. In his father's gentle smile, he forgot his promise to his people. He was just an ordinary child in the world, hoping to hide in his parents' arms and sleep peacefully.

"Father! Mingming!"

A voice broke the silence.

Mingye's eyes widened abruptly: "Brother!"

Crown Prince Hengye rushed over, stepping over the rubble, followed by Weichen Wangyue, his face still bearing the unchanging icy expression of a century ago.

The family was finally reunited.

Hengye hugged his younger brother tightly, grumbling, "Thank goodness Yiquan told me you were here. I searched so hard!" He glanced at his mother lying in a pool of blood, pursed his lips, and, fighting back tears, hugged his brother even tighter.

“Shi Shu is not going to survive.” The Demon Lord looked at his two sons. “You two should leave. The self-destruct device in the city has been activated. In less than five minutes, this place will be reduced to ashes.” He turned to his eldest son: “Heng Ye, take your brother and run away quickly.”

"Father, then you..."

"I'll stay."

Mingye remembered the last image: his father plunging his sword into his mother's throat, ending her suffering with his own hands.

Then flames engulfed everything—

it was over!

It was the end of one nightmare, and the beginning of another...

It was dark all around, his body was cold and tired...

"...Mingming...Mingming! Wake up..."

He had actually been waiting for the person who could take him away from the nightmare...

"Qianfan...is that you?" Rubbing his sore eyes, he snuggled closer to the warm body beside him, then suddenly woke up with a start—Qianfan wouldn't call him that!

"Ah! Little sleepyhead, you're finally awake. You really can sleep." Mingye

stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The person smiled and looked down at him, playing with a strand of hair at his temple, while he was lying on the other person's lap.

"Kui! You..." He had turned over too quickly, his vision blurred, and his chest felt tight. Mingye lay back down weakly.

Aoi brought over a cup of fragrant chocolate: "When you're not feeling well, you're prone to nightmares. Here, drink this. I added a calming and pain-relieving drug; it'll make you feel better." (

From "The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth)" Chapter 205) Aoi

gently lifted the little one in her arms, letting him lean comfortably against her chest: "Hmm, Mingming, you seem to have lost weight again." Aoi fed him the warm chocolate. Having never served anyone before, Aoi's movements were gentle and natural. Her beautiful black eyes curved into crescents as she patiently watched him finish the drink.

Setting the empty cup aside, Aoi showed no intention of letting go of the person in her arms. His collar was open, and a few strands of Mingming's hair slipped inside, soft and smooth against his skin, a soothing sensation that tickled his heart.

Just as he was enjoying this tender moment, the little thing in his arms coldly and inconsiderately asked, "Did you have Shui Zhiyan bring me here?"

"Bring?" Kui seemed not to understand the word. "No! I just had him 'invite' you here."

"Invite? Hmph! Your way of inviting people is quite polite." Damn it! Mingye cursed inwardly. That teleportation magic circle almost dismantled and reassembled all his bones. If he could muster any strength now, he would definitely make the guy behind him take a few punches.

"I just wanted to see you and talk to you. Would you have come if I hadn't done it this way? You haven't replied to my birthday festival invitation yet." Kui suddenly lowered her voice and said humbly, "Mingming, don't be angry with me, okay?"

"If you're afraid I'll be angry, then don't bully the person I like!" After saying this, he clearly felt the person behind him tremble, and the arms around his waist suddenly tightened.

"Do you blame me? When you discover that the person you've always loved doesn't actually love you back, when you taste the bitterness of wholeheartedly protecting someone only to receive no reciprocation, I think you're no more magnanimous than I am."

Damn, isn't that infuriating? This guy hurts others for no reason, and he even makes up his reasons, as if he's the one who suffered the most. Mingye couldn't help but look up to see just how thick-skinned this person was.

Kui's eyes were brimming with turbulent anger, his dark pupils unfathomable.

Mingye retorted, "If the person I love doesn't love me, I will bless them, as long as they are happy."

"Is that so?" Kui sneered, "So noble? I advise you not to jump to conclusions too quickly; you won't know the pain until you're cut!"

"Kui!" Mingye struggled to break free from his embrace, "I have nothing to say to you, I'm going back!" Qianfan would be worried sick if he suddenly disappeared.

"Why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Kui held him tightly in his arms, not letting him move an inch.

Mingye struggled a few times, only to find it futile: When did this guy become so strong? Wasn't he so weak just a few days ago that he couldn't even stand up?

The feeling of being restricted in his freedom undoubtedly infuriated him: "What did you give Shui Zhiyan for helping you capture me?"

"Hmm, I promised his sister wouldn't marry you."

Just as expected!

"I don't think you can do it."

Although he said that, the little demon king had no confidence at all. How much the Heavenly Emperor doted on Kui was evident from the fact that the palace he was given was the most beautiful one in the Heavenly Palace, Jingbikong, not to mention that royal families and dignitaries from all over the Three Realms were invited to celebrate his birth. However, what Mingye wanted was Shui Xinsha; whether she was willing to marry him was just a matter of title.

"Stay here. I've prepared a very exciting program for you tonight, guaranteed to be unforgettable." Kui suddenly whispered in Mingye's ear in a sinister tone.

With a wave of his hand, a curtain on the wall beside him swung open, revealing a huge bronze mirror. From blurry to clear, the mirror reflected images of the past—

a dilapidated palace, smoke rising from the walls, a small, silver-haired child searching frantically, finally finding his parents amidst the rubble. He approached cautiously, fearful yet forced to accept his cruel fate.

"Mom...Mom?"

The woman's blood had drained away.

The father smiled gently, his grip tightening on the boy's delicate neck: "Good child, let's...die together."

As the dream reappeared vividly before his eyes, the suffocating grief once again pushed him to the brink of collapse.

Staring at the reflection in the mirror, Mingye was as if bewitched, unable to look away. The person behind him gently kissed away his tears, laughing with delight, "Mingming was adorable even as a child! Look! Even her terrified and desperate expression was so cute that it was hard to bring myself to kill her."

"Shen Tiankui! Why did you make me see all this?!"

"I just wanted to introduce you to my magic. You know, no matter what you're doing, I know it all. Whether it's the past or the present, every single second, Mingming, I've always been watching you, only you..."

"Enough!" Mingye snapped out of his daze, covering his face with his hands. After all, he was the young master of the demon race, and his mind was no longer as fragile as it had been back then. “This scene appears in my nightmares almost every night. But the past is the past. Please show the most basic respect for the deceased. Don’t desecrate the dead just to hurt me or show off your abilities.”

“Desecrate the dead?” Kui chuckled. “Mingming, this is just what you see. You were young then, and later, overwhelmed by grief, you kept avoiding recalling that day. Now you have enough capacity to bear it. Why not carefully recall the past again?” “

What do you mean?”

“Nothing else, I just want to find out the truth. I can’t bear to see you continue to be foolishly deceived by illusions!” Kui spoke with some emotion. The person in her arms, so incredibly intelligent, couldn’t see through this deception. “Mingming, you should have known long ago who your biological parents are. Since you can wield the legendary artifact of the Renqian clan—the Zhanfengque—and also command the Lieyun Divine Sword of the Shayunluo clan—the legendary artifact of the gods cannot be inherited without a direct bloodline descendant. The Fourth Prince and Lady Lanqin are your biological parents.” The image on the magic mirror froze on the scene of the Demon Lord and Queen Shishu dying for their country. Kui pointed to the man who plunged the sword into his wife’s throat and said, “You wouldn’t be so foolish as to think that only you know the secret of your origins, while your two demon ‘parents’ remain in the dark, would you?” Mingye wasn’t that naive: “Even if they knew, so what? They didn’t harm me, and they raised me…”

"Didn't they harm you?" Kui interrupted him, sneering, "Then who fed you the chronic cold poison? Adding small amounts of toxin to your food day after day without fail? Who do you think could poison the Demon Lord's young son using such methods, and yet remain undetected for years? There's only one answer: the Demon Lord himself!"

Kui felt the person in his arms shudder with satisfaction. "Are you cold? Is the cold poison acting up, or is the truth chilling you?" He wrapped one arm around Mingye's trembling body, while the other hand twirled and played with the silver strands of hair at his temples. "So beautiful. Mingming's hair is like the most dazzling platinum... and his eyes too... Silver hair and silver eyes are indeed the symbol of the Demon race, so you should understand why the Heavenly Palace issued a decree strictly prohibiting intermarriage between different divine races, right?"

The Demon race—in fact, are the offspring of men and women from two different divine races who have conceived!

"We were all born into this world as pawns," Kui continued. "My mother is Queen Tissaia of the Demon Realm… It can be said that my birth was a deliberate arrangement by the Demon Clan to destroy the Three Realms. And you, you are the child of the Fourth Prince and Lady Lanqin, the trump card in the hands of the Gods to protect the Three Realms. Growing up in the Heavenly Palace, I was bound by the Thousand Rocks Binding Curse from a young age, my Heavenly Soul Power sealed by three layers of seals. Similarly, you, as a hostage handed over to the Demon Clan, could not possibly grow up safely…"

Even so… Mingye thought, he still believed in his father's last loving smile. When his father grabbed his neck, his eyes held love and reluctance. He said: Good child… Let's die together.

At that moment, his father's hands were warm. All fathers' hands in the world must be like that, broad and forgiving…

Mingye said softly, “Even if what you say is true, it's understandable. They each served their own masters; they had no choice. Besides, Mom and Dad are gone, so why should we dwell on the past…”

“Mom and Dad? You called them so affectionately. Hmph, they're gone? Who told you that? Did you see their corpses with your own eyes? That was all a conspiracy; killing you was their real purpose!”

“Kui!” Mingye shouted, “You're getting more and more absurd!” He shoved the person behind him hard and rolled off the bed.

“I don't have time to listen to your nonsense.” He straightened his clothes, activated his Heavenly Soul, and planned to teleport back to Shuntian City.

“A waste of effort.”

Adjusting to a comfortable position, Kui leaned against the bed, staring at Mingye, smiling seductively, like a brightly colored venomous snake flicking its tongue. “You cannot escape from my barrier.” He reached out his hand to Mingye: “Be good, come back here, and I’ll tell you the true identities of your ‘Mom and Dad’… Ah!”

The dazzling firelight stung his eyes, and Kui instinctively closed them.

The light flashed by, and when he opened his eyes again, his outstretched hand was already cut, and there was no one in front of him. A sense of panic rushed through him, and after a moment’s thought, he immediately sensed that familiar aura still trapped in his space.

Hehehe… He licked the blood flowing from the back of his hand, the last remaining tenderness in his eyes gradually being replaced by a cruel chill.

Jingbikong, a place he knew very well, a place he could find even with his eyes closed before, but this time, Mingye couldn’t find a way out, becoming more and more confused, not knowing where he was. In the maze-like winding corridors, without windows or doors, he couldn’t see the outside world, couldn’t tell whether it was dark or light, and at the end of one corridor were several forks, running and running until he returned to the starting point.

He leaned against the wall, exhausted, clutching his right abdomen, and slowly collapsed. Although other parts of his body ached, the most intense pain was in his liver! It felt as if someone had stabbed him with a knife and then stabbed him repeatedly. His body convulsed, cold sweat dripped from his forehead to his mouth, and the pain made his vision blurry.

He couldn't die! He hadn't brought Qianfan happiness yet; he couldn't die here!

He pushed himself up against the wall, shouting, "Fierce Fall!"

He summoned his divine sword, intending to shatter Kui's barrier. But as the sword hovered in the air, he couldn't bring himself to do it: "Kui... let me leave... otherwise, I..." The divine sword responded to his celestial soul power, its golden light surging.

Kui, who controlled the entire space, had no intention of granting his wish.

"This truly breaks my heart! You actually intend to attack me with Fierce Fall? Don't you feel sorry for me if I get hurt?" Kui pressed her hand against the surface of the magic mirror, projecting the image onto the wall in front of Mingye: "Then... if this person were injured, would you feel sorry for him?"

The image showed the palace in Shuntian City, where servants were running around searching for the little prince. Benben's cries were deafening, and the worried Qianfan, heavily pregnant, had no choice but to go over and pick him up, gently comforting him. In a corner unnoticed by anyone, several strange black tentacles stretched out, darting around aimlessly.

Mingye immediately understood Kui's intention: "Don't hurt him!"

Although he had transformed the purest power of his Heavenly Soul into a protective blue crystal to accompany Qianfan, it could only be activated when Qianfan was aware of the danger. If they were ambushed, he would be completely defenseless.

Without time to think, Mingye ordered, "Lieyun, return to your mechanical body immediately and protect Qianfan."

The divine sword was horrified: "What a joke! If I leave like this, you won't even be able to suppress the cold poison in your body!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mingye forcibly forced it away from his Heavenly Soul. "Go now!"

"You're fucking reckless!" The divine sword roared angrily, but it was still forced back into its fireball form. Under its master's command, it passed through the barrier and flew back to Shuntian City.

"Truly remarkable, willing to risk its life for him..." Kui walked into the mirror and was already beside Mingye in the blink of an eye, picking up the swaying man in his arms.

Looking at the weak person in his arms who had no strength to resist, Kui revealed a satisfied smile: "Look, I caught you. I told you you couldn't escape, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on suffering." He passed through the wall, returned to the large bed in the room, and threw Mingye onto it.

"Aoi, you..." She stared in shock as the other man began to remove his clothes. "What are you doing?!" Her voice was a mixture of shock, anxiety, and a hint of helpless sobbing.

"Stop pretending, I won't soften my heart." Aoi nibbled at his smooth, tofu-like skin, murmuring intoxicatedly, "It's been too long, I can't wait any longer, Mingming, give it to me..." (

Tianhun Zhuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 207)

He couldn't stop—after waiting for so many years, you still don't understand my heart. For you, I would defy the heavens, but I cannot tolerate you having someone else in your heart.

No! You can only belong to me!

With one hand, she tightly locked Mingye's slender waist in her arms, and with the other, she quickly pulled his pants down to his thighs, revealing his pert, white buttocks. She reached out and stroked them, gradually probing between his thighs.

"No!" The moment his rear was touched, Mingye shook his head uncomfortably in resistance: "If you insist on doing this, we'll never be friends again! I'll hate you... Ah!!" A finger penetrated the forbidden ground that had never been set foot in before, and the humiliation of being violated made Mingye's face turn red with anger: "Get out! Shen Tiankui! Only beasts would force someone to do this kind of thing!" He had suffered greatly from the cold poison, and his whole body was powerless, except for his mouth. "If you have any complaints about me, you can scold me or fight me, but don't do it this way... Ugh!"

His noisy mouth was silenced, and Kui pushed him down on the bed, gently caressing his tense body while slowly inserting her tongue into his mouth.

Mingye had no romantic feelings for her, only felt extremely embarrassed, and desperately tried to turn his head away, but no matter how he dodged, his lips were always easily captured by her, and the result of the chase was only clear saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

His trousers had been pulled down and thrown to the ground, leaving him only in a silk undergarment, just long enough to cover his thighs. Aoi's hand slipped inside, kneading his chest—the little guy was thin, but his skin was as smooth as velvet. Pulling up one of his thighs and wrapping it around her waist, Aoi's fingers continued to tirelessly explore her long-desired clitoris.

Mingye felt cold all over, his heart chilled. But a warmth slowly spread through his lower abdomen; he trembled, surprised to find his penis aroused and burning. So weak, he had no energy left for such acts. A flash of insight struck him; he immediately understood: "You…put something in the chocolate…?" Naively, he had unsuspectingly drunk the drink Aoi had "specially" prepared for him.

The man smiled slightly, offering no reply, and focused intently on stroking his small, delicate pink penis.

The frail boy beneath her, mustering his last ounce of strength, suddenly launched an attack, a chilling palm strike aimed at Kui's chest.

Kui's expression changed drastically, and he dodged to the side. Seeing an opening, Mingye flipped off the bed and fled through the door.

A long, black whip immediately flew from behind, wrapping around his waist and arms, binding him tightly, suspending him in mid-air.

"Do you think I'm too gentle? Mingming doesn't like it?" Kui smiled as she approached. The scene in the room had completely changed. There was no bed, no furniture, nothing around, just a gray, gloomy expanse, exuding a bone-chilling cold, like the empty inner world of a desperate person, where the only things that existed were a boy and another boy.

"Perhaps Mingming prefers to be treated a little rougher?"

Black tentacles shot up from the ground, encircling Mingye's thighs and pulling him apart.

Mingye was startled, his face turning deathly pale: "Stop! Stop! Shen Tiankui... I hate you! I will never forgive you..." His pupils contracted in that instant as a thick tentacle suddenly plunged into his mouth. Mingye didn't understand what was happening; his eyes widened in confusion, his brows furrowed, and he felt as if he were suffocating from the pain.

"I don't care about your hatred." Kui came between his wide-open legs, releasing a surge of desire from his pants, pressing against the entrance of Mingye's genitals. "From the beginning, you've placed me in the wrong place. Mingming, I never intended to be your friend. Since you don't love me, then whatever you consider me, it makes no difference to me."

The hot, enormous thing began to invade his body.

For Mingye, who was often injured, tearing flesh was commonplace, and he could endure this level of pain, but tears still uncontrollably streamed down his face. The real pain was in his heart—he had once firmly believed that they would always be together... no matter what hardships they encountered, their hands would still be tightly clasped. Yet this trust and friendship were crumbling inch by inch in his heart.

First his brother, then Kui, they both left him.

Mingye recalled the scene of Kui laughing and cuddling with him when they were little. It was like sitting in front of a movie screen, smiling, watching the past moments alone, one after another...

But later, the black-haired boy in the scene gradually became blurry. He waved, ran away, and disappeared. Mingye was left behind, looking around in panic, but he could no longer find him...

Heavenly Soul Chronicle (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 208

What is it like to destroy the thing you love most with your own hands?

If it weren't for utter despair, how could you bear to abandon it?

But no matter how noble a person is in the world, there are always regrets, and there are always some things that, no matter how much you scheme, you still can't get.

Kui's sweat dripped onto the boy below, making his icy body tremble.

"Ugh..." The silver-haired boy bit his purplish-white lips until they bled. His body, originally as pale as an ice sculpture, gradually flushed with passion under the other's intense advances.

"You don't understand! No matter what I do, you won't understand..." Kui gently stroked his bleeding lips with her fingers: "Mingming, I'm afraid I'll eventually lose you, but in truth, I never truly possessed you." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, tears streaming down his face. His dark eyes held a deep, unwavering affection, a unique and precious love, yet also revealed a vicious cruelty and a desperate, reckless madness.

Destruction—a path of no return. Destroying him, he also destroyed himself.

Mingye's consciousness was like sinking into a pool of mud, murky and unclear. He felt the world shaking violently, sometimes blindingly bright, sometimes deeply dark. He, who had been clenching his teeth to remain silent, gradually began to involuntarily groan with wanton moans. Itching—a persistent, tingling itch! The sensation spread deep within his body, intensifying in his sensitive areas.

"Ah...ah..." With cat-like, dazed eyes, he shamelessly moaned, no longer himself, but a sex slave trapped in a drunken stupor of lust.

"Deeper...uh...deeper...inside...ah! I want more inside..."

The scene he had longed for for years was finally coming true. Aoi thrust her hips forward, sending her entire erection into his body—

"Ah—!!!"

A scream escaped his lips, his soft body stiffening from the penetration, his burning rectum contracting violently. The little guy, unsure whether it was pain or pleasure, began to sob.

Kui lowered her head and kissed his small, firm chest, listening to his heartbeat quicken because of her: "Since I can't have your heart, then having your body is better than nothing. Mingming... Mingming, do you know what's happening right now? I've taken you, never forget, I'm your first man..." His

confused silver eyes suddenly tightened, a faint clarity flashing across them: "How...how could I forget? You took advantage of my poisoning...and..." Do you know? Kui, by doing this, we can never go back to the past. Why...why did you abandon me in such a cruel way?

The sadness in his eyes made Kui's heart tremble—she had truly done something irreversible.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, Mingye braced himself on the bed, pulled back, and withdrew his body. He lay panting on the bed, no matter how much he suppressed it, the lust within him still surged like waves, crashing and splashing, beyond his control. He pulled his undergarment, which had slipped from his arms, tighter to cover his flushed body. Even with his mouth tightly shut, he couldn't stop the unsatisfied moans escaping from his nose.

His anus throbbed with pain, like a burning fire, while cool marks on his thighs indicated bleeding.

But he didn't know that mixed in with the crimson blood were strands of clear intestinal fluid, honest secretions from deep within his body, and increasing in quantity.

A warm body pulled him close from behind.

"You..." he weakly turned his head, glaring at him, but it had an aphrodisiac effect.

In Aoi's eyes, it was a face as delicate as spring dew, a shy yet reproachful glance. Aoi's heart skipped a beat. He pulled his soft, thin body into his arms, cupping his lower abdomen with his hands, making his white buttocks stick out higher, and thrust straight in from behind.

"Ugh! Ah—" Mingye cried out in shock, almost suffocating, his voice and soul shattered by the rapid thrusting: "No...no! You...ah..."

Kui was behind him, one hand across his shoulder, the other around his slender waist, pressing their bodies together so tightly that their cold and hot temperatures mingled.

"Mingming...Mingming...I love you! I love you so much!" Kui murmured, over and over again, as if there would be no tomorrow after tonight, as if the end was in this instant, so all love, all desire and passion had to be burned away. He hoped he wouldn't be sad, wouldn't shed tears of humiliation, hoped he could enjoy the pleasure of union like he did...What to do? So young, already tasting the bitterness of despair, what would fill this void in his heart with the rest of his life?

The long night passed, and the absurd dream of spring came to an end.

Mingye awoke, looking at the person sleeping on his chest, his expression complex. The cold poison within his body had temporarily subsided, and the pain remained only in his rear.

Because it was only that one place, it… hurt even more.

Touching that smooth, flowing hair, how… should he face this person from now on?

Silently, he gently pushed him away. If it were before, he would never have dared to wake him, but now, everything had changed.

The room returned to its original state; the barrier had vanished. Mingye got out of bed, picked up his disheveled clothes from the floor, and put them on.

“Mingming, don’t go!” Startled awake, Kui leaped up and grabbed his hand.

Mingye turned back, giving him a sorrowful look, and sneered, "Is there any need for me to stay? Didn't you see enough of our ugliness last night?"

Kui hurriedly got up, not caring that he was still naked, and hugged Mingye around the waist, burying his face in his back: "Don't leave me, I was wrong yesterday, I was too hasty... I'm sorry..." "This

isn't something that can be solved with an apology. We're not children anymore." Mingye pried his hands off and replied calmly.

He walked to the door, but a black whip swept in from behind and wrapped around his wrist.

Kui's beautiful face turned ferocious: "Try to escape from me! I can do you once, I can do you two or three times! If I like, I can imprison you here, press you down on the bed every day, and do it to you for the rest of my life!"

Mingye gripped the black whip, swung his arm, and powerful spiritual energy, like a roaring avalanche, rushed straight towards Kui.

Kui conjured a barrier to block it, and the two forces clashed. Suddenly, a voice reminded him—

stop! Child, this is too much. Don't forget your Heavenly Soul Power is still bound by the Thousand Cliffs Binding Curse. You overused it; be careful you don't reveal your true form!

Kui suddenly snapped to attention, immediately dispelling the barrier. Taking the full force of the attack head-on, he was thrown back onto the bed, coughing up blood.

Mingye threw away the black whip, shaking his aching wrist. He refused to look at the man again, leaving expressionlessly. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a wall of flesh as soon as he stepped outside.

Having been penetrated all night, his back and legs were still weak and sore. He stumbled back several steps before regaining his footing, glaring angrily at the newcomer.

"Mingming?" His elder brother, the Crown Prince, was somewhat surprised. "What are you doing at Jingbikong? The Imperial Physician said you were better and were supposed to attend the morning court session. Why are you absent again?" His tone was reproachful.

Mingye was too lazy to listen to his scolding, didn't even bow, and walked past him.

"Brother!" Kui screamed from inside the room, pointing at Mingye, "Catch him! Last night he... he raped me and tried to kill me to silence me!"

(05-07
Heavenly Soul Chronicles (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 209)

The Crown Prince's expression changed upon hearing this. He immediately turned to grab the culprit who had bullied his younger brother, but Mingye wouldn't wait for him. He didn't want to stay in this dangerous place for even a moment longer, and used teleportation to leave long ago, not even hearing Kui's last distorted words.

Kui had intended to report him and use her brother to punish him, but as soon as the little guy recovered, he abandoned him without a second thought, running away faster than a rabbit. His punch missed its mark, a wasted effort. Kui, with her temperament, was naturally furious and unwilling to accept defeat, sobbing on the bedsheets. The Crown

Prince, heartbroken for his younger brother, frowned and went to the bedside, unsure how to comfort his heartbroken brother. Seeing the traces of last night's lovemaking on the bed, and the blood and semen that had slid down her brother's thigh, she was instantly overcome with rage and slammed her fist against the wall: "That damned bastard! I'll never forgive him!"

Kui caught a glimpse of her brother's furious face and chuckled inwardly. She looked up, tears streaming down her face: "What can I do? I've done everything for Mingming, but in the end, he still doesn't love me. No matter what I've given him, he can't see it..." As she spoke, she became genuinely moved, overwhelmed with sorrow: "My heart aches so much! Does he know? I'm unhappy, I'm in so much pain... I can't control myself, this pain..." "Like a maggot clinging to my bone, he's always been there for me, I can't get rid of him! Why won't he love me…"

The Crown Prince embraced his brother, who was sobbing uncontrollably. "That bastard doesn't deserve your love. Don't be sad for the person who wronged you, it's not worth it. What he owes you, your brother will definitely get back for you." A cold, ruthless murderous intent flashed in Shen Tianwang's eyes. Beneath his usually gentle and refined exterior, he was a man who inherited the ruthless decisiveness of the imperial bloodline. His only brother, whom he held in his arms, was his most precious treasure. Now that he had been humiliated and heartbroken, even if Kui could forgive him, he would never let it go.

"I won't let him get away with this! The person who offended you should be shown the methods of the Heavenly Palace."

The young prince, who had been missing for a night, finally returned to his palace. The six attendants breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed to greet him. Seeing his exhausted face, they all tacitly excused themselves and left without bothering him any further.

When Mingye arrived at the bedside, Qianfan was asleep, exhausted from a day and a night of worry.

"Oh, sleeping so soundly," Mingye said gently, pulling the blanket up for him with tender eyes. Qianfan groaned softly but didn't wake up, probably tired from sleeping on one side and trying to turn over. But with his big belly sticking out, he was like a sluggish turtle carrying its shell, unable to turn over even after several attempts. Mingye chuckled, picked him up by the waist, turned him over, and gently placed him back on the bed. Every night, he turned Qianfan over, his movements now practiced and skillful; Qianfan not only didn't wake up but also let out comfortable hums.

Mingye watched him for a while longer before leaving and entering the bathtub.

Taking off his clothes, the little devil began to clean his body.

The burning pain in his rear was indescribable, but the most unbearable thing was the sticky wetness inside. Mingye soaked his body in the water; the warm water soothed the tension in his muscles. He began to clean the remaining filth from his rear. Even the little devil was struggling, having never encountered anything like this before. His face flushed, he tried several times with his fingers, but couldn't get them in.

"Tsk, disgusting!" he cursed under his breath. Who would insert their fingers into such a place for no reason? In his shame and anger, he inevitably used too much force, causing the wound to reopen, and streaks of blood seeped into the water, making him gasp in pain. After trying again, he still couldn't get the filth buried deep inside. Frustrated and annoyed, Mingye rolled his eyes: "Damn it, it shot inside! I can't get it out..."

"Your Highness..."

Mingye jumped in fright, turning around to see Qianfan kneeling by the pool, staring at him intently. He was so focused that he hadn't noticed. "Qian...Qianfan." He panicked, trying to back away, but Qianfan slowly stepped into the water.

"What happened?"

Her clear phoenix eyes stared intently at him. Mingye swallowed hard, unable to answer. The bruises and welts on his body said it all. His skin was fair, clearly visible even underwater. Seeing the child's shifty eyes, avoiding eye contact, confirmed his suspicions.

Was the young prince with that person from the Heavenly Palace last night?

Qianfan's heart clenched—

to ask or not to ask?

Hesitating, the child before him blushed and lowered his head, looking embarrassed and unable to speak. Qianfan suppressed his anxiety and heartache, smiling gently at him: "I was so worried when you didn't come back last night." He pulled the child close, gently rubbing the marks on his body.

With Qianfan, Mingye always easily relaxed, forgetting all his troubles: "I'm sorry… I won't do it again." He nestled quietly in Qianfan's arms, closing his eyes peacefully. His body and mind had been tormented all night, and he was now drowsy.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard Qianfan say, "Your Highness, let's leave here, the sooner the better, the farther the better... so that no one can find us." He spoke slowly, but his tone was one of pitiful pleading.

The little devil had long wanted to take him far away, his eagerness perhaps even greater than Qianfan's. But Mingye gently shook his head, saying only, "It's not the right time yet."

Qianfan's hand froze, remaining still for a long time before continuing to wash the child's body. "Is that so?" He sighed softly, his disappointment unspeakable: "Is there someone here that His Highness can't let go of?"

Someone he can't let go of? Mingye's head spun as he thought for a moment. Indeed, there were, for example, his brother, his clansmen… and back at the Heavenly Palace, there were the Fourth Prince and Lady Lanqin—they were all people he couldn't let go of. He had to fulfill his responsibilities and arrange everything before he could leave with his beloved with a clear conscience. So he nodded frankly: "Yes."

Qianfan's eyes dimmed, and he closed them resignedly, tears streaming down his cheeks: "I understand." Were the promises he made in the past just a child's whim? In his heart, was the most important person still the incomparably beautiful Princess Kui at the Heavenly Palace? Qianfan's heart was ashen—could it be that the young prince would rather submit to him than take her away?

Weariness washed over him, and Mingye mumbled incoherently, "I'm done washing, Qianfan, let's go to sleep... Hmm, so sleepy..."

Qianfan washed his face and softly replied, "Okay, go to sleep..." The child in his

arms

wasn't sleeping soundly. Qianfan knew his long eyelashes trembled, as if he were having an extremely unsettling dream. His lips moved, as if he wanted to call a name, but the indistinct murmurs were hard to hear. A tear silently slid down his cheek. Qianfan reached out and gently wiped it away.

Young prince, who are you thinking of? Who are you longing for? Have I ever appeared in your dreams?

Qianfan lay beside him, a bitter feeling welling up inside him, a trace of loneliness and bitterness etched on his face.

Noisy voices came from outside. Afraid the child would be woken, he quickly covered Mingye's ears. Someone seemed to be requesting an audience, but was stopped by the attendants guarding outside: "His Highness is resting and will not see anyone."

The newcomer's voice was deep and refined, yet it carried a burning urgency: "I have urgent business to report, please inform him."

A palace maid added, "Please forgive me, Lord Fulan, His Highness is slightly unwell and cannot receive guests. If there is anything important to discuss, please come again tomorrow." They refused to let the Demon Clan's Grand Chancellor into the room, making Fulan so anxious that she jumped up and down. She simply stopped arguing with them and shouted, "His Highness—" Imitating the loyal ministers of ancient times who risked their lives to remonstrate, Grand Tutor Fulan knelt on the ground: "His Highness!! If you do not see me, I will kneel here forever!"

Inside the room, Mingye frowned, waking up with a splitting headache: "Let him in." With a sigh, before the door opened, he waved his hand to remove the bed curtains, letting the layers of light gauze conceal the scene on the bed. Mingye embraced the soft, jade-like body beside him, finding a comfortable spot on Qianfan's chest and resting his head there. Qianfan gently hugged him, affectionately stroking his hair. The little devil was pleased, his mood finally improving, his eyes narrowing like a kitten's, the corners of his mouth curving upwards.

The Grand Tutor was finally allowed in, "Your Highness!"

Mingye knew something major must have happened in court to have made the usually composed Grand Tutor Fulan so anxious: "Speak, what is it?"

"Your Highness..." Fulan hesitated, "It's of great importance, please... have everyone else leave for now."

His caution alerted Mingye. The little devil wasn't afraid of Qianfan overhearing state secrets, only that hearing bad news would worry the naive boy. He released Qianfan, casually draped a robe over his shoulders, and got out of bed: "Alright, come with me to the study." Before leaving, he didn't notice the somber look in the boy's eyes behind him.

Because of the resurrection spell, the wound in his anus had healed and was no longer painful. However, Mingye's spirits remained low. As the saying goes, "The tree desires stillness, but the wind will not cease," troubles kept piling up, impossible to avoid. He sat in the head seat, propping his head up with his hand, forcing himself to stay strong.

Grand Tutor Fulan watched, feeling a pang of pity. This child was only fifteen years old; the burden on his shoulders was far too heavy. But there was nothing he could do; some things, no one but him could solve.

"Your Highness, at today's court ceremony, the Demon Lord decided to allow the Demon Race to regain independence, forming its own nation, thus breaking free from the control of the Heavenly Realm." Fulan paused, then continued, "This decision has received the support of the majority and has been passed."

"What?!" Mingye was shocked. His hand, gripping the edge of the table, tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning blue—such a momentous matter, and his brother hadn't consulted him at all, not even one of the ministers who knew the inside story had given him a heads-up beforehand. Only when there was absolutely no chance of redemption was he the last to know. What this implied, Mingye naturally understood.

He remained silent, pondering for a long time, his pale face and tense body gradually relaxing.

Fulan stared at him nervously, waiting for his response. The Demon Lord's untimely move should be stopped immediately, and the only one who could stop this catastrophe was the young prince.

But to his complete surprise, the child on the seat did not fly into a rage, but instead smiled gently: "Is that so? Brother wants the Demon Clan to be independent? Very well... If this is brother's decision, then so be it, very well."

Fulan, the Grand Tutor,

stood there dumbfounded. He never expected that the student he had personally taught would say such a thing, and he was so surprised that he couldn't find the words to refute him.

"Even if... it is the Demon Lord's decision, young prince..."

He could no longer care about the etiquette between ruler and subject, and rushed to Mingye in a few steps, the two separated by a royal table.

"Making the Demon Clan independent is indeed our ultimate goal, but not now! What ability do we have to contend with the Heavenly Realm now? With less than 30,000 remaining Demon Clan people? Or that unfinished Endless Underground Palace beneath Shuntian City?! Your Highness, the Demon Lord may be confused for a moment, but you can't be confused too!"

"Insolence!" Mingye shouted, staring sternly at his tutor: "Say such disrespectful words to the Demon Lord again, and even if it were you, I would do it without hesitation."

The Demon Elder, who had lived for thousands of years, might appear weak on the outside, but deep down he was very stubborn. Hearing his student's words, he was neither angry nor afraid, but smiled and took a step back: "Your Highness, I have lived long enough. Even if I were to die in front of you right now, I would have no regrets. So, there are a few things I must say today." Mingye

was most afraid of seeing his tutor's earnest expression. Long-term experience had proven that what his tutor was about to say would definitely be very reasonable, but at the same time, it would make him very embarrassed. He rubbed his throbbing forehead, trying to end the conversation. "Grand Tutor..."

"Your Highness," Fulan interrupted before he could stop her, "you've changed!"

His smile vanished as he gazed intently at the student before him, the student he had once poured his heart and soul into teaching and on whom he had placed his hopes. In the past, he had wholeheartedly nurtured this young man, and even when certain decisions conflicted with the family's interests, he always prioritized the young prince's wishes. Because he believed in this young man, believed in his abilities, and believed in his own judgment—that the young prince would surely bring a bright future to the demon race, allowing all demon subjects to stand proudly among the world, free from discrimination and exclusion, living a life of freedom and equality. He had always believed this, but now, the student he had once been so proud of had utterly disappointed him.

"Now that the demons have escaped the supervision of the gods, they are courting death. I believe you understand this, Your Highness, yet you still allow it to happen. Why? If it were the old you, you would never have done so." The Grand Tutor spoke slowly and gently, but his words filled his student with guilt and heaviness: "You've changed."

"The old you always put your people first, but that position has now been replaced by something else. You have another goal to pursue, so you want to slowly unload this burden. You want to withdraw and no longer care about the future of the demons, so you let them fend for themselves."

After all, she was the Grand Tutor who had accompanied and taught the young prince since childhood, so his thoughts couldn't escape Fulan's eyes.

"You've changed since that person appeared," Fulan continued. "Your heart has softened. He has replaced the demons and occupied the most important place in your heart. It's undeniable that you've gradually become selfish and are no longer willing to dedicate yourself entirely to your people."

The Grand Tutor's words hit the nail on the head. But having his thoughts so clearly stated, Mingye actually felt a sense of relief. He didn't have to go through the trouble of hiding it; in front of Grand Tutor Fulan, he could be completely honest. Sitting up straight, Mingye looked directly at his teacher with composure and smiled. "The Grand Tutor once taught me that what a ruler governs is not wealth or land, but the hearts of the people. My brother's decision to allow the Demon Clan to become independent was supported by most officials; that's the will of the people..."

"The will of the people isn't necessarily correct," Fulan interrupted him. "Most people in the world are fools, and they need a very few wise people with foresight to guide them. That's why revolutionaries and pioneers appear..."

Mingye chuckled, shaking his head and waving his hand. "Revolutionaries and pioneers are all great people. They sacrifice themselves to awaken the world. But their endings are often tragic. The price of going against the tide is too high. It's better to follow the crowd and live a peaceful life as an ordinary person." His lowered eyelids concealed the vicissitudes accumulated in his eyes. In the past, hadn't he played that role himself? To protect his remaining clan, he didn't hesitate to murder his brother and usurp the throne, even bowing and scraping before the gods... He did so much, enduring hardships and grievances known only to himself, only to be scorned by his own people in the end. Today, he calmly told the Grand Tutor, "I'm too tired. I'm just a person. Grand Tutor, I have the right to decide my own life."

Fulan retorted, "As a descendant of royalty, your life was decided from birth. How could you have any choice?"

In the past, Mingye had thought the same way, but now it was different. Even if he didn't consider himself, he had to think of the woman who had painstakingly conceived his child.

While they were arguing, a guest arrived in Shuntian City, lingering outside the palace gates for a long time, unsure how to face the young prince of the demon race. That was Shui Zhiyan.

He held a small box, no bigger than a finger, in his hand, its contents unknown. It was given to him by Prince Kui, who ordered him to come to Shuntian City and personally return it to the young prince. Shui Zhiyan's mind was filled with countless thoughts. He looked up at the towering Shuntian City, like someone hesitating at the entrance of a maze, afraid to take a step forward. Just a few hours earlier, he had answered the Crown Prince's summons to Jingbikong to treat Prince Kui. The scene from that time kept replaying in his mind, impossible to shake off… He finally realized that he had made an irreparable mistake.

Upon arriving at Jingbikong, he found the air oppressively oppressive. A palace maid led him to Prince Kui's room. There, he saw the Crown Prince holding his younger brother in his arms, tenderly comforting him. Prince Kui seemed to have suffered a great blow, curled up in a ball, burying his face in the Crown Prince's chest, crying sadly and pitifully. Later, the Crown Prince dismissed everyone, only instructing him to carefully treat Prince Kui. He then gently comforted his brother for a while before leaving the room.

Only Prince Kui and he remained in the room.

After bowing, Shui Zhiyan walked to the bedside and put down his medicine box. His gaze was immediately drawn to the stains remaining on the sheets. Those stains… He instantly understood what had happened on this bed last night. Looking at Prince Kui, whose face was still glistening with tears, Shui Zhiyan blurted out in disbelief, “This was… done by Prince Mingye?!” He couldn’t believe it. How could the demons be so despicable? Although he had followed Prince Kui’s orders yesterday to forcibly bring the demon prince here using a talisman, even in his anger, he couldn’t have done this to Prince Kui…

A surge of anger rushed to his head. Shui Zhiyan truly hated himself for being so blind, for actually developing feelings for a demon who was worse than a beast.

The person lying on the bed was still trembling. Shui Zhiyan didn’t know how to comfort him. For a boy, this was a great insult. He knelt down and whispered to the person on the bed, "Your Highness, it's all over now. Your health is the most important thing. Please allow me to examine you..." Having suffered such a severe emotional blow, how could His Highness casually expose that shameful part of his body? Just as he was about to persuade him further, unexpectedly, His Highness cooperated readily, turning over without hesitation and spreading his legs in front of him.

Shui Zhiyan, however, dared not look directly at him. He shyly looked away, prepared himself for a moment, and then, with the professionalism of a physician, focused his gaze on His Highness's genitals. Upon closer inspection, there was indeed white discharge and bloodstains on his thighs, but there were no marks on his anus. Shui Zhiyan was utterly bewildered, unable to fathom where the bloodstains had come from. A burst of laughter came from above: "Heh heh, what a bunch of gullible idiots!"

Kui closed his legs, his previous pitiful and helpless demeanor vanishing. He leaned against the headboard, toying with a strand of hair at his temple, coldly watching the young master of the Imperial Physician, a mocking smile curving his lips: "Now that you've examined me, you don't still believe that I was the one raped last night, do you?"

Shui Zhiyan's eyes widened in shock, his body stiffening.

Kui leaned forward, lifting his chin with his fingers: "You like Mingming too, don't you? I noticed it a long time ago; wherever he is, your gaze follows him relentlessly."

Shui Zhiyan shuddered, wanting to shake his head in denial, but his chin was gripped painfully, unable to move an inch.

Kui brought his mouth close to Shui Zhiyan's ear, a wicked smile on his face. He said, "Thank you for your help in bringing Mingming here. Only then could I taste his flavor." He licked his lips with his soft tongue, then licked Shui Zhiyan's earlobe, whispering seductively, "Let me tell you, Mingming's taste... is truly wonderful. Do you want to try it?"

He released Shui Zhiyan, then leaned against the headboard, awakening the sleeping demon within him: "If you cooperate with me, I will teach you... a method! A method to get your beloved Prince Mingye, so that he will never leave you, and you can do whatever you want..." (

Tianhun Chuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 212)

Regardless of how the world labels and condemns the demon race, there is no doubt that they remain the most powerful race in the world. They possess beautiful appearances, intelligent minds, independent and aloof personalities, long lifespans, and innate celestial soul power. From the perspective of "survival of the fittest," the demon race's rule over the three realms follows the laws of natural development and is an inevitable result. However, would the highly intelligent gods and humans simply allow the demons to grow stronger while passively awaiting their doom? This is clearly impossible.

Therefore, the future of the three realms boils down to three possibilities:

First, before the demons fully develop, the gods and humans join forces to annihilate them.

Second, the demons patiently cultivate their power, waiting for the opportune moment to reignite the war and unify the three realms.

Third, the three realms of humans, demons, and gods coexist peacefully. For coexistence to be possible, the prerequisite is the elimination of any distinction between superior and inferior. But even setting aside the demons, there are differences between the gods and humans. Those called "gods" possess the superpower to control natural elements—the power of the Heavenly Soul. This mysterious power, transcending science, dictates that humans can only worship the gods. Unless they develop a new power capable of countering the Heavenly Soul, humans will never be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

Mingye said, "Grand Tutor, I believe that one day, someone will appear to end the long-standing conflict in the Three Realms, but that person will not be me." Looking down at his pale purple fingernails, he smiled bitterly, "My days are numbered. I have neither the will nor the strength to get involved in these conflicts anymore. In my final days, I only wish to spend them quietly. However, before I depart, I will arrange for someone else to inherit my responsibilities."

Fulan felt a pang of anxiety; the young prince's words concealed too much information, making it difficult to process. "What does it mean to have someone else take over?"

Mingye simply smiled. It was too early to say; whether that person could pass his test was still unknown. However, he had already entrusted the Cold Moon Blade to him. Whether he could understand its deeper meaning depended on that person's intelligence and comprehension.

—Come back soon, Guiyi, don't keep me waiting any longer.

"If it turns out he can succeed me, I hope the Grand Tutor will assist him as he has assisted me, and cherish him as he has cherished me."

Who is this person who can make the young prince feel secure enough to entrust him with such a heavy responsibility? Grand Tutor Fulan was even more puzzled, unable to fathom the intricate chessboard in his student's mind, the placement of pieces, and the direction of the moves.

Just as he was about to ask further, a guard came to report: "Young prince, the imperial physician from the Heavenly Palace is waiting outside."

Mingye's face darkened immediately: "I won't see him! Tell him to go back."

The guard hesitated: "Young prince, the imperial physician explained his purpose; he's here to return something taken from the young prince's palace a few days ago to the master of Jingbikong."

"Something taken?"

Shui Zhiyan felt uneasy, unsure whether to act nonchalant or sincerely apologize when she saw Prince Mingye again. When the young prince was suffering from the torment of the cold poison, she had helped Prince Kui use a talisman to take him to Jingbikong in order to save her sister. "Thank you for your help, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to experience the taste of the underworld..." These words weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain of guilt. He had become an accomplice, harming the young prince...

"Do you have anything for me?"

Shui Zhiyan was startled and hurriedly turned to face the person who had come, but when their eyes met, he lowered his head deeply in remorse.

The young prince slowly descended the steps, wearing only a bathrobe. With just a quick glance, Shui Zhiyan, as a healer, could tell that his complexion was very bad. His handsome face was cold and stern, and his unkempt silver hair was casually and loosely draped over his shoulders, giving him an alluringly languid appearance.

Shui Zhiyan suddenly felt short of breath. An image flashed in his mind: the naked young prince, lying beneath a man, thrusting and pounding, his snow-white body being moved and swayed. Was he biting his lip to stubbornly suppress any lewd moans? Or was he shaking his head and crying in pain, his pitiful silver hair scattered helplessly and messily on the bed?

Like a man possessed…

Shui Zhiyan even imagined that if it were him, he would kiss those thin, light purple lips deeply during sex, swallowing all their gasps, gasps, groans, and cries into his own body…

“Did you come here just to daydream?” Seeing him standing like a wooden statue, Mingye urged him impatiently.

Of course, he had no idea what the boy before him, as pure as a lamb, was thinking.

Shui Zhiyan shuddered, jolted awake from his fantasy, his face burning red. He swallowed hard: “I…I came to return something.” He trembled as he held out his hand, a small box in his palm.

Mingye glanced at it; he had no recollection of the box and wasn’t sure if it was the one Qianfan had been stolen from.

“Come with me.” He didn’t know what was inside the box; it was best to let Qianfan confirm it himself.

Shui Zhiyan followed stiffly behind, unable to resist secretly glancing up at the man’s back, his mind in turmoil: Doesn’t His Highness blame me? Thinking about last night… his gaze gradually fell on Mingye’s buttocks, then he remembered the bloodstains on Prince Kui’s thigh… that was actually the little prince’s blood, wasn’t it? Was he injured? It must have hurt a lot… such a small opening being penetrated, tearing was inevitable, he… should have cleaned it, right? How did he clean it? Did he stick his fingers in to dig it out? Blood and semen mixed together, flowing out of the little prince’s buttocks…

“Wait here for a moment.” Mingye turned around and instructed.

Shui Zhiyan snapped out of his daze, cold sweat soaking his back. He was puzzled: what was wrong with him today? He kept spacing out, and thinking about such filthy things?

Looking around, he realized he had arrived at the little prince’s room. Yesterday, it was here that he had taken the little prince away.

“Qianfan, come and see.”

The little prince came out of the inner room supporting someone, carefully protecting them, his eyes and brows full of tenderness.

Although Shui Zhiyan wasn't like his sister, who could see through things at a glance, his gaze swept over the man several times, and he gradually discerned the truth—the beauty in the young prince's arms, with delicate features, pregnant, and a graceful figure, was actually a man.

"Qianfan, come and confirm, is that your thing?"

"What thing?" Qianfan was confused, looking at the young prince and then at Shui Zhiyan.

With a hint from Mingye's eyes, Shui Zhiyan understood and quickly opened his hand: "It's…I've come to return this."

Upon seeing what he held, Qianfan was struck dumb, staggering backward, all color draining from his face: "No!" He covered his face, seemingly terrified of the box, his eyes fixed on it, wanting to rush forward, snatch it, and hide it so no one could see. Finally, he slowly turned his head, looking at Mingye with despair and sorrow.

"What's wrong?" Mingye was startled by his reaction and had to steadily support him. The body in his arms swayed precariously, as if it might collapse at any moment. Mingye glanced at the box. "Is there something wrong with it?" he growled angrily. "I knew it! That guy Kui wouldn't be so kind!"

Qianfan gripped his arm tightly, asking urgently, "Your Highness, have you seen... what's inside the box?"

"No," Mingye shook his head truthfully. Qianfan had never shown him this box before. He didn't even know that Qianfan had brought it with him before entering the palace. Actually, he was also very curious about the contents of the box. Seeing Qianfan's reaction, he knew that the contents must be very important. What... could it be inside? Why would Qianfan treasure it so much, hiding it from him?

"Your Highness, actually I..." He started to say something, unsure whether to continue, but Qianfan couldn't finish. He frowned, biting his lower lip until large beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead. He clutched his stomach, collapsing into Mingye's arms, crying out, "Ugh...it hurts so much..." A sharp, knife-like pain spread from his lower abdomen, and warm liquid quickly soaked his clothes between his legs.

"My God!" Mingye was terrified, his soul nearly leaving his body. He quickly scooped up Qianfan's convulsing body, shouting, "Quick! Summon the imperial physician!" He carried Qianfan back to the bed.

Shui Zhiyan, recovering from the sudden change, tried to follow him into the inner room, but was stopped by the servants.

"Your Highness, before the imperial physician arrives, please let me..."

"Get out!" came an angry shout from the inner room. "Go back to the Heavenly Palace and never appear before me again!"

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"Ah────!!!"

The man, six months pregnant, convulsed in pain on the bed. This bleeding was different from any before; the sheets beneath him were quickly soaked with blood, the crimson spreading rapidly, staining most of the bed—a truly frightening sight. Mingye watched, his heart filled with a profound desolation.

He was afraid! Afraid that this person would disappear from his life again.

"Your Highness..." Qianfan seemed to understand his thoughts, and with a hint of apology, gently stroked his face: "I'm afraid... I can't..." He uttered a few words weakly, and then saw the child's face turn deathly pale, tears streaming down his face like a burst dam. "Don't cry..." Qianfan endured the pain and gave him a weak smile, his trembling fingers wiping away his tears: "Don't be sad... To have met Your Highness, I am already... uh..." His chest jolted violently, and a mouthful of blood immediately gushed out, flowing down his lip and neck, leaving a glaring red line.

Mingye stared blankly at him, trying to wipe the blood from his lips with his sleeve, but it just wouldn't stop.

The imperial physician rushed over in a great hurry. Seeing the bed covered in blood, his usual composure vanished. He deftly removed Qianfan's trousers while warning Mingye, "Your Highness, please prepare yourself." After examining Qianfan's genitals, he frowned. In this critical moment, he couldn't afford to waste time choosing his words: "The baby needs to be born immediately, otherwise, both mother and child will die." The usually decisive young prince, at this crucial juncture, could only stare blankly at him, as if he hadn't understood what he had just said. The young physician disregarded etiquette and gave orders to his young master: "Don't stand there! Tell him to push harder and give birth!"

Qianfan was going into labor?!

This moment, which he had anticipated and imagined countless times—it should have been a thrilling one—had unexpectedly arrived so suddenly, so critically, leaving everyone terrified and caught off guard.

Mingye grabbed the imperial physician's hand, his eyes filled with panic, yet more resolute than ever: "In case of danger, the master's life must be the priority!"

"No..." Qianfan shook his head, "...Your Highness, please save the child first..." The pain in his chest and abdomen caused his strength to drain rapidly. Qianfan knew he had no chance of giving birth smoothly. He pleaded, "Cesarean section...take the child out..."

"Absolutely not." The imperial physician spread his legs apart, instructing his assistants to hold him down, while explaining, "Your heart was severely damaged. If we use anesthesia, it will cause heart failure. But without anesthesia, no one can endure the excruciating pain of a cesarean section. You will die from the agony."

"No cesarean section! No..." Clutching the child he loved so dearly in his arms, the little devil buried his face in Qianfan's chest, crying his heart out: "We don't want the baby anymore, we don't want him...Qianfan, I just want you to be alright... Waaah..." Hot tears streamed down Qianfan's clothes.

Qianfan felt heartbroken for him, yet was powerless to comfort him. The amniotic fluid had ruptured, but his vagina was far from wide enough for the baby to pass through. His premature birth wasn't due to natural birth, but rather the emotional turmoil he experienced over the course of two short days, which had disturbed the fetus. The premature delivery also triggered the potent toxin "Tu Mi" within him, causing a metallic taste to rise in his throat and trickle down his cheeks. Both he and his baby were hanging by a thread.

The imperial physician handed a bottle of nutritional supplement to the young prince: "Please feed him this." He then carefully took out a syringe, meticulously dispensing the correct amount. Seeing the prince's hesitation, he reassured him, "Don't worry, this supplement is specially formulated for his unique constitution. After drinking it, it will quickly stimulate his potential, helping him overcome this difficult birthing process. His birth canal isn't dilated, so I need to administer an induction injection. Please help me turn him over."

A long steel needle was inserted into Qianfan's spine, injecting the medicine into the most densely packed nerve endings. "Ugh!" Qianfan tensed, blood gushing from his mouth, vomiting up all the nutrients he had just been given. The pain far exceeded his capacity to bear. His vision blurred, and he heard his child's heart-wrenching cries: "Qianfan! Qianfan!"

Perhaps dying like this... carrying your love and longing, sleeping peacefully forever... would be best... then, little prince, you will never know the truth, never know the real me... and therefore, you will never hate me...

Shui Zhiyan stood guard outside, not daring to leave. He heard everything that was happening inside, until the little prince's screams came from the inner room. Oh no! He thought, that person's condition must be terrible. In his panic, without thinking, he ordered someone to bring him a communicator and entered the number.

When people are most anxious and helpless, the first person they often think of is the one they trust most.

"Sister..." As soon as the call connected, his voice was anxious and hoarse, faintly tinged with tears.

Shui Xinsha was accompanying her father to the Imperial Palace to meet the Heavenly Emperor and discuss the annulment of the engagement with the Demon Clan. Suddenly receiving an urgent call from her younger brother, her heart leaped into her throat. Thinking something was wrong with him, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, Zhiyan? Where are you? What happened?"

Shui Zhiyan choked up, unsure how to speak. He immediately snapped out of his daze, realizing he'd been incredibly hasty—why had he thought to call his sister?

"Zhiyan! Hello, Zhiyan, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Shui Zhiyan's mind was in turmoil, and in his haste, he blurted out the truth: "I'm in Shuntian City..."

"What?!" Shui Xinsha exclaimed in shock: "How did you end up in the Demon Palace? That bastard again..."

"No, no." Shui Zhiyan quickly clarified: "I came here on my own; it has nothing to do with His Highness. Sister..." He hesitated, even the princess on the other end of the line was puzzled: "Why did you go there? Come back right now!"

"His Highness's child is about to be born!"

Shui Xinsha's purple eyes narrowed instantly: "What did you say?!"

"It's a difficult birth..." Shui Zhiyan finally burst into tears. His Highness's favored concubine had changed color and gone into labor after seeing the things he'd brought. Recalling the young prince's desperate cries, Shui Zhiyan was filled with self-reproach and guilt: "It's all my fault... I shouldn't have come. That person... his condition is very dangerous... he can't have children, and he can't have a C-section... what should we do? Sister..."

The princess forced herself to calm down, and did some quick calculations. That person was only six months pregnant, only six months... Her face paled, and she bit her lip tightly: "So what? The demon race's affairs are none of our business. Come back quickly, don't meddle." She turned off the communication device, ending the conversation.

Lost in thought, she asked herself again and again: Should I abandon the young prince? Should I really abandon him?

The adults present all became suspicious. The fourth prince, standing beside the Heavenly Emperor, was the first to ask, "Something happened in Shuntian City?"

Shui Xinsha looked up in surprise, meeting his sharp gaze. Not daring to lie, she could only tell the truth: "I heard... the young prince's child is going to be born prematurely."

The council hall fell silent for a moment, before the Heavenly Emperor's deep, authoritative voice finally broke the silence: "Is this true?"

Shui Xinsha was in turmoil, only replying, "Zhiyan is still in the Demon Palace, so he shouldn't be wrong..." As soon as she finished speaking, a silver-white figure appeared before everyone. Everyone was slightly startled; they had just been talking about him, and he had arrived—it was the young prince!

His face still bore traces of tears. Upon seeing Shui Xinsha, he grabbed her hand. The events had happened so suddenly that no one had time to react. Seeing his daughter being forcibly dragged away, Imperial Physician Shui Zhanyi hurriedly stepped forward to stop them: "Your Highness, let's talk this out. Where are you taking my daughter?"

"Back to my palace to save him," Mingye looked at Shui Xinsha, his eyes full of pleading: "Forgive me, but only you can save him now."

Saving someone—Shui Xinsha naturally understood what that meant. She glared at him with disgust, forcefully shaking off his hand, and retreated behind her father: "Hmph, what does it matter to me whether your person lives or dies? Why should I save him?"

"You!" Mingye wasn't about to waste time talking nonsense with her here. "Come with me!" With a roar, icy spiritual energy condensed in his palm. Even if he had to tie her up, he would take this girl back. Anyone who dared to hinder him could just die!

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No one expected that the Demon Clan's young master would be so ruthless, wanting to kill with a single move. The imperial physician shielded his daughter behind him, staring blankly at the streak of silver

light shooting towards him. A sudden pain shot through his heart, and blood splattered everywhere. "Mingye, stop!" A sharp shout rang out from inside the hall. In a flash, the Fourth Prince leaped forward, accurately seizing the physician's wrist, preventing the sharp nails embedded in Shui Zhanyi's chest from advancing even an inch. "What are you doing? Before the Heavenly Emperor, who gave you permission to lay hands on me like this?" He suddenly exerted force, and with a few cracking sounds, the ice blades that Mingye had conjured at his fingertips shattered. The Fourth Prince forcibly pulled his hand away from Shui Zhanyi's wound. The imperial physician groaned, his body collapsing, barely supported by his daughter, his clothes stained crimson with blood.

"Are you alright?" the Fourth Prince asked, frowning. Shui Zhanyi shook his head with a wry smile. The young prince had pierced his skin but hadn't damaged his heart. "My lord, there's no need to worry. This little injury...it's nothing." He knew that the Fourth Prince was probably more worried about his young apprentice than his own injury. Would the Heavenly Emperor punish him for impulsively injuring a Heavenly Palace official?

Princess Shui Xinsha was beside him, channeling her healing power to heal her father. She glanced coldly at Mingye, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—it was hard to tell if it was hatred, resentment, or...a mixture of jealousy and the love she had always refused to acknowledge...

Mingye's wrist was held by the Fourth Prince, rendering him immobile. He was frantic and struggled fiercely like a trapped animal. Seeing this, the Fourth Prince simply swept his iron arm across, pulling him into his embrace. Mingye resisted, exchanging blows several times. When he was lucid, he was no match for the Fourth Prince, the God of War of the Heavenly Realm. Now, having lost his composure, his moves were completely disorganized, driven solely by instinct, naturally riddled with flaws. In no time, the Fourth Prince seized an opportunity, tripping him and throwing him to the ground. He reached out and grabbed the boy's neck, pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Calm down!" the Fourth Prince said, somewhat annoyed. This little brat, clearly at a disadvantage, was still recklessly flailing under his grasp. He tightened his grip, almost suffocating his out-of-control disciple.

Mingye finally calmed down, his hands gripping the Fourth Prince's iron-like arm around his neck, panting heavily, his head spinning. Seeing that he was quiet and no longer resisting, his face turning purple from holding his breath, the Fourth Prince slightly loosened his grip. "Explain the whole story clearly. Why did you insist on taking the Princess away?"

The ins and outs of the matter couldn't be explained in just a few words, and Mingye didn't have time to explain slowly. He still said the same thing: "I took her back to my palace to save her."

This explanation was not convincing. The Fourth Prince asked, "Your palace is not lacking in skilled imperial physicians. With today's technology, a difficult childbirth shouldn't be a problem."

Upon hearing the words "difficult childbirth," Mingye trembled all over. He struggled and, taking advantage of the other party's momentary lapse in attention, managed to break free. The Fourth Prince was furious and was about to drag him back when he was deeply shocked by the boy's next action—this proud and unyielding disciple crawled like a dog to Shui Xinsha's feet, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to her: "I beg you... come back with me... save him, please save him! I'll do anything you ask... take my life, I'm sorry... please save him..."

Everyone present stared in shock at the silver-haired boy on the ground. For a moment, the only sound in the hall was his incoherent pleas, heavy like a hammer striking everyone's heart, moving them to tears. The Fourth Prince, whether out of anger or pity, grabbed him and scooped him up from the ground: "What kind of behavior is this?! Get up right now!!" To be so humble for a male concubine? He had truly wasted all those years of pampering him! This good-for-nothing brat: "Get up! Stop embarrassing yourself here!"

Mingye was pulled by the collar and fell backward.

Shui Xinsha raised her head, covered her ears, and closed her eyes. She could pretend not to see him, not to hear him, but she couldn't deceive herself into thinking she didn't want him, caring about him, or not paying attention to him. Hate! She hated this infatuated young demon lord, and she hated herself for not being heartless enough. Her lips trembled, and a mournful cry escaped her throat, a hysterical outburst, venting all her hatred and unspoken love in a heart-wrenching scream.

(Tianhun Chuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 215)

Qianfan awoke in the midst of intense contractions. Darkness enveloped him; he couldn't see the boy who had been carefully comforting him beside him. He frantically propped himself up: "Your Highness..." Two arms embraced him tightly from behind.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Hearing the familiar scent, Qianfan felt reassured and nestled into the embrace of the person behind him. "It's so dark... Your Highness, I can't see you... Is it already dark?"

Mingye kissed his sweat-dampened temples and nodded. "Yes, I had all the lights turned off. The imperial physician said light is harmful to you."

Qianfan felt for the child's hand and held it tightly. "Let the imperial physician perform a cesarean section. I can endure that level of pain." Even if he died, he hoped the baby in his womb would survive and stay with the little prince, so that the lonely, world-weary look wouldn't appear in his beautiful silver eyes again.

"Qianfan..." Mingye closed his eyes to calm himself, and when he opened them again, he had made up his mind. He reached for a strip of cloth and tied it over Qianfan's eyes. "I want you to live well, and I want the child to be born healthy. I can do it, Qianfan." Even if you hate me later...

"Why are you blindfolding me?" Qianfan was puzzled, a strange feeling rising in his heart. The young prince didn't answer him, but instead grabbed his hands and tied them to either side of the headboard. Ignoring the pain in his lower abdomen, Qianfan struggled slightly, "Young prince... this... why? Mmm..." His lips were sealed by Mingye's kiss.

"Do you believe me, Qianfan?" Gentle words, like a warm current, calmed the unease in Qianfan's heart. He nodded without thinking. Mingye's fingers traced his pale and haggard face, ravaged by illness, and he smiled, "That's good." He winked at the girl beside him.

Shui Xinsha lit the family's secret incense, and soon the entire room was filled with its fragrance. The others had long been dismissed, leaving only the three of them in the palace. Reaching the bedside, she saw the silver-haired boy, his eyes filled with tenderness, embracing and kissing his lover. Her heart clenched with pain. Pointing to Mingye, then to the door, she gestured: You must leave too.

Mingye looked up at her pleadingly, then shook his head. He couldn't leave while Qianfan was giving birth. He had to be with Qianfan, through thick and thin, they would be together. Without him, what would Qianfan do when she was cold, when she was afraid?

Shui Xinsha's eyes hardened: Either you get out, or I'll leave! Was she really going to let such a shameful thing as losing her virginity to a male concubine be exposed to a third party? And this person was the boy she had secretly fallen in love with. She would rather die than face anyone again.

Mingye had no choice. His reluctant gaze lingered on Qianfan's face. After binding Qianfan's hands, he whispered in her ear, "You must believe me, Qianfan. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side. I love you, you must remember that." With that, he got out of bed.

Sensing the child's departure, Qianfan asked urgently, "Your Highness, where are you going?"

Mingye hardened his heart, refusing to answer or turn back. As they brushed past each other, he exchanged a glance with Shuixinsha: "I'm leaving it to you."

He entrusted his most important love to the Imperial Physician, the Eldest Princess. He left the room, standing alone outside the palace gates. Time seemed unbearable. He stood there, his heart feeling as if it had been plunged into a frying pan, enduring boundless torment. He felt neither the chill of the night wind nor the brightness of the winter moon. He felt as if he had been detached from the world, numb and unaware.

Shuixinsha coldly surveyed the blood-stained man on the bed, her brows furrowing in disgust. Although this androgynous body aroused her great interest as a healer, the thought of giving her precious first time to this androgynous monster filled her with utter revulsion and humiliation, making her want to turn and run away immediately.

The fragrance contained an aphrodisiac, and combined with Qianfan's special constitution, he quickly felt lightheaded, his mind becoming hazy, as if floating in the sea. Besides the tearing pain in his lower body, he also experienced itching. Bound hand and foot, Qianfan began to feel a surge of lust, his cheeks flushed, and he let out weak, unbearable moans.

So lewd! No wonder he could bewitch the young prince.

Shui Xinsha walked to the foot of the bed. Earlier, the imperial physician from the Demon Palace had come to help Qianfan give birth. To facilitate the examination of the birth canal, his legs had been spread apart and he was suspended in the air. Now, Shui Xinsha could clearly see that the small female orifice beneath his penis was constantly flowing with blood, mixed with some clear vaginal fluid…

Mingye, who had been waiting outside, slid slowly down the palace steps, his back against the door, and sat down on the cold stone steps. The room was quiet, without a sound. He listened intently, constantly watching for any movement inside, yet afraid of hearing something that would break his heart. He wasn't without regret; he even thought that he would rather die with Qianfan than let anyone else touch him. Mingye worried that if Qianfan found out that he had forced an innocent girl to sacrifice her virginity to save him, she would never forgive him. Oh God, how could he face Qianfan? Not everything done in the name of love could be forgiven.

Just as he was lost in thought, the palace door behind him was suddenly flung open. Caught off guard, Mingye's support vanished, causing him to fall backward. Rubbing his aching head, he looked at the defeated girl who emerged from inside, bewildered.

Shui Xinsha's face was flushed, and she was drenched in sweat, too ashamed to speak. She bit her lip, then tried to speak in a professional, low voice, saying, "Things aren't going well. I just can't get him... to get hard. Can you come in and help?"

The incense, a

secret recipe from the Imperial Physician Clan, was incredibly potent. A faint, sweet fragrance filled the cold, dim room with an ambiguous and alluring atmosphere. Even from the palace door to the bedside, Mingye's breathing became unsteady, a heat rising in his lower abdomen. The demon's naturally strong libido, aroused by the scent of aphrodisiac, stirred within him.

The bright winter moonlight streamed in through the window, spreading across the bed like a veil, softening the scent of blood, yet highlighting the beauty of the woman on the bed. In Mingye's eyes, the beauty's rapid breathing was so alluring. He was like a fish washed ashore by a huge wave, only finding the oxygen he needed to survive in the "seawater." He craved and anticipated the arrival of those waves of "seawater," eager to enjoy the pleasure of fish and water. Mingye

felt his mouth dry. He held his breath and looked at Qianfan's lower body. The pink shaft showed signs of a little erection, but as if it couldn't find the way to pleasure, the small hole at the tip only slightly leaked water droplets, and the shaft was still far from being fully erect. How could this be? Mingye was puzzled. Usually, when he made love with Qianfan, he would get into the mood very quickly. He looked at the girl standing at the foot of the bed, at a loss.

Shuixinsha was very nervous, stealing glances at him from time to time. Their eyes met unexpectedly. She wanted to look away immediately, but was afraid of making too much of a difference. Strangely, she clearly didn't see the little prince's mouth move, but his voice appeared in her mind.

"You touched him?"

Mingye's question was so direct that Shui Xinsha was stunned. Huh? She stared at him blankly, unsure if he had really asked, thinking it was just a hallucination from her own imagination. Seeing her silence, Mingye guessed the problem and explained, "What I'm using now is a secret technique of the demon race. As long as we're close enough, I can synchronize my brainwaves with yours and have a direct conversation. Did you touch him just now?"

Shui Xinsha's face flushed red, and she nodded. Touching a man's genitals without any research purpose was a first for her, so she couldn't shake off the intense shyness and couldn't approach it calmly. Holding that warm, soft flesh in her hand constantly reminded her that the person about to give birth on the bed was a man, and that she would soon be with him. This very thought caused her to stroke his genitals with unusually stiff technique and poor control of pressure, only causing him pain. His gradually erect penis softened and went limp. She stammered, trying to cover up her clumsiness: "I...I touched him there, and I gave him a prenatal massage, but his reaction...was very weak..."

Mingye had always considered Shui Xinsha a healer, so he didn't have many thoughts about her and spoke without much restraint. He said, "It's strange, Qianfan's body is very sensitive. Touching any part of him makes him feel very comfortable." After saying this, he leaned over Qianfan, cupped his face, and began kissing his earlobe and neck inch by inch.

"Ah..." Qianfan trembled. Even though his consciousness was hazy, the familiar touch quickly aroused him. "Your Highness...umm...I...I want..." Blindfolded, he had never known there was a third person in the room. The surroundings were quiet; he thought it was only him and the young prince, so he cried out without restraint. "My chest...it's itchy...it's so swollen...suck it away...uh...suck there..." He whined as usual, thrusting his chest forward.

The little devil had no resistance to him. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Mingye unconsciously loosened his collar to breathe more easily and cool down. Wet kisses followed Qianfan's smooth skin, continuing to his full breasts. The moment those cold lips touched him, Qianfan whimpered in pleasure, desperately thrusting his chest upward, wanting more attention. Mingye simply lifted his thin robe, supporting his back with one hand and caressing his round belly with the other, then lowered his head to suckle his nipple. The swollen, cherry-red nipple excitedly secreted sweet juice in his mouth.

Shui Xinsha stared in disbelief; the little prince was actually being intimate with another man right in front of her, suckling his milk as if no one else was there. "Demons—just as shameless as the legends say!" she thought bitterly. Her manhood, which she had tried so hard to keep erect, became perfectly erect with just a few casual teasing touches from the young prince. She stared blankly, completely forgetting her mission, until the young prince raised his silver eyes and glared at her, reminding her. She snapped to attention—the time was finally ripe. With trembling hands, she silently removed her panties from under her long skirt. She climbed onto the bed, carefully avoiding his high, vulnerable abdomen, and straddled his lower body. Taking a deep breath, she guided his hot shaft to her private parts.

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The pain and blood loss from childbirth left Qianfan exhausted. Although the aphrodisiac in the incense and the young prince's gentle caresses gradually aroused his desire, his weakened body prevented his penis from penetrating beyond the girl's tender, immature entrance.

If the man she was having intercourse with now were her beloved, Shui Xinsha wouldn't mind taking the initiative, swallowing his erect penis into her warm depths. However, the man beneath her was someone she didn't love, and the final step stalled there, impossible to continue. Her body instinctively resisted; the nausea and filth made her furrow her brows, almost vomiting. What girl wouldn't want to give her precious first time to the one she loved? Tears of grievance welled up in her eyes, and she glared angrily at the demon prince who was passionately kissing Qianfan's chest.

Feeling a gust of cold wind behind him, Mingye turned around alertly to look at Shui Xinsha. Meeting her resentful gaze, he shrank back somewhat guiltily.

【It's all your fault! Forcing me to do such a shameless and filthy thing!】

The little demon king, his head still spinning from the secret aphrodisiac, immediately retorted upon hearing the word "filthy": 【Qianfan isn't dirty at all, he's very clean... oh dear!】 Shui

Xinsha moved with lightning speed, grabbing his hair and pulling him straight in front of her with immense strength. "Don't waste your breath on me." Shui Xinsha adopted the air of a princess, glancing at the man beneath her, and commanded Mingye, "Go! Find me some lubricant. He's too weak to penetrate, he's stuck there, hurting me." Faced with the lewd demons, Shui Xinsha had completely abandoned any semblance of feminine modesty. She flung the stunned Mingye off the bed. "Hurry up and go!"

The little demon king scrambled to his feet, ran unsteadily for two meters, then turned back. "Lubricant… I don't have any in my palace."

Shui Xinsha gasped. "No? Don't you usually need any?"

The little demon king honestly shook his head. "No, Qianfan gets it very easily…"

"Shut up!" Shui Xinsha interrupted him. "Then go find some skincare oils."

"I don't have any of those either." Mingye looked at the girl with bulging veins on her forehead with a troubled expression.

"Why don't you go look in the women's room? You idiot!" The princess was so angry she didn't care about her image anymore, she was just short of jumping off the bed and grabbing the little devil by the ear to yell at him. Unfortunately, she was worried about not letting the person beneath her know she was there, so even though she was bursting with resentment, she could only stare blankly, not daring to make a sound. "

Who am I doing all this for?" Shui Xinsha thought sadly, her pretense finally crumbling, and uncontrollable tears streamed down her cheeks.

Ming Ye silently turned away, pretending not to see her vulnerable tears, and ran to find what she needed.

He brought back the moisturizing oil from the maid's room, and after only two or three minutes, he returned to the palace, only to find Qian Fan lying on the bed, his whole body enveloped in a red light. "What did you do to him?" Noticing something was wrong, Ming Ye rushed to the bedside, helped Qian Fan up, and put his ear to his chest to listen—his

previously weak heartbeat had become steady and regular.

“Don’t worry, my medicinal guide has made the Sacred Heart Fruit work, slowly clearing the toxins from his body. I’ll let him sleep for a while to conserve his energy so he’ll have enough strength to give birth when he wakes up.” Shui Xinsha pulled the penis, which had been deeply inserted into her body, out of its limp state, covered in the virgin blood brought from the girl’s body.

Her mission was complete. Fortunately, she hadn’t let him see her most embarrassing moment. She pulled away, straightened her clothes, and stepped onto the ground. Her long dress concealed the mess between her legs; she had just lost her virginity, and the tearing pain in her lower body made her unsteady on her feet. She stubbornly straightened her back and took a few steps before collapsing in pain, clutching her stomach and nearly falling.

“Careful!” Mingye reached out and caught her. “Are you alright?”

Meeting his concerned gaze, Shui Xinsha smiled self-deprecatingly: If I hadn’t saved the one you love, you probably wouldn’t even look at me.

Leaning against Mingye's chest, she suddenly noticed his breathing was a little rapid, and pressing against her thigh was his hardness. "You..." Meeting his awkward, evasive gaze, Shui Xinsha understood. After thinking for a moment, she boldly wrapped her arms around his waist—perhaps after tonight, she would never have the chance to be this close to him again. With a determined heart, Shui Xinsha's hand gently pressed between Mingye's legs, and she giggled, "The demons... are truly licentious and insatiable..."

"Ugh..." Mingye's legs went weak from her sudden touch, and the girl's other hand gently pushed him on the chest, and the two of them fell to the ground. The floor was covered with a thick wool carpet, so although the fall didn't hurt, Mingye couldn't get up for a moment. Too much had happened in the past few days, exhausting his energy. He really didn't have much energy left to deal with the princess pressing down on him, or to fight against his body that was clamoring for release.

A woman's soft, fragrant body pressed against him. She deliberately brought her mouth close to his ear, her voice soft and sweet, like honeyed syrup: "I added aphrodisiac to the incense to excite the patient and reduce the pain."

Mingye turned his face away, but her lips followed, lightly touching the corner of his mouth: "Look, you're so hard. Your man is still asleep in bed, waiting to wake up tomorrow to give birth to your child. Can you bear to seek pleasure with him at this time?" Seeing that the boy didn't push her away, Shui Xinsha seemed encouraged, her teasing becoming bolder. She lowered her head and bit down on Mingye's zipper: "Now that things have come to this, you can't refuse me anymore, can you? Are all demons as sensitive to aphrodisiacs as you?" Mingye smiled bitterly

. Even if he wanted it, he had enough willpower to control his desires. His lack of resistance wasn't due to a physical problem, but because he felt guilty towards her. This was something he owed her, and he had to repay it. He held the girl's shoulders, creating some distance: "Not here, okay? Let's go to another room..."

The girl's eyes flashed, understanding his concerns. She turned to look at the bed, then sneered: "I'm not going anywhere, I want to stay here! Don't forget your promise, you'd do anything I asked, even if it meant taking your life!"

(Heavenly Soul Chronicle (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 218)

As members of the royal family, this young boy and girl were instilled from childhood with the idea of procreating for the royal family. They received all the necessary education, only that the gods were more conservative in this regard compared to the demons. But conservatism didn't mean timidity. Especially when encountering someone they admired, the gods often pursued them more passionately due to their short lifespans.

Shui Xinsha knew exactly what she wanted. She straddled the boy, reaching out to untie the hairpin that held her hair in a bun. The boy below, whether due to the effects of the aphrodisiac or lingering hesitation, had lost his usual sharp and decisive gaze. Instead, he looked blankly, somewhat lost and uneasy, staring at her like a pitiful puppy waiting to be slaughtered. Shui Xinsha found this version of the young prince far more endearing than his usual cold and aloof self. Even if the world considered this demon prince ruthless, even if the Heavenly Palace was rife with rumors of homosexuality and his infamous reputation, there was no way to change it. She simply loved him. No one else's opinion mattered; what she set her sights on, she was determined to possess.

Long, purple hair billowed like surging waves around them. The girl, while removing her elaborate palace dress from her shoulders, glanced at the boy and said, "I almost became your queen." Her hand slipped inside Mingye's robes, caressing him. "But…who cares?" She narrowed her eyes, then swiftly tore open his shirt, revealing his thin chest. She was amazed by the smoothness of his skin, but also astonished by the coldness of his body. The cold poison had clearly seeped into his internal organs and bone marrow; if not for the powerful Heavenly Soul's suppression, an ordinary person would have died at least ten times over.

"I will definitely become the most outstanding physician in the Imperial Physician family. Even without the Sacred Heart Fruit, I will find a way to save you."

Her words stirred Mingye's heart. How could he possibly have three years left to live with Qianfan? He raised an eyebrow, waiting for Shui Xinsha to continue.

The girl's fingers lightly tapped his chest as she spoke softly, "As long as you put me first in your heart."

The boy below honestly shook his head, without the slightest hesitation; he refused. The first place in his heart was more important than his life. "Don't joke with your life!" Shui Xinsha said, half-threatening, half-warning, "The Cold Poison is different from other deadly poisons; it won't kill you instantly, but when it takes effect, it will cause you unbearable pain."

"That's nothing," Ming Ye smiled casually. He had already experienced its power, but compared to the pain of losing Qianfan, the physical pain he suffered was insignificant.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Shui Xinsha sneered. "Don't think I'm exaggerating. The cold poison will gradually kill the cells in your body. It's even more terrifying than cancer in humans. I advise you not to stubbornly fight with your life against me." Seeing that the boy was unmoved, she paused, her tone filled with a curse-like sarcasm that revealed the jealousy in her heart: "You won't accept me, do you think your love will last forever? You and he will never change your hearts? Ha! How naive you are. Things change, don't jump to conclusions too soon... Ah!"

In a dizzying moment, she was pinned down by the boy. Mingye was heartbroken. No one would bless him and Qianfan, even Heaven seemed determined to make things difficult for them, setting up numerous trials to test them: "It's no use saying anything now, why not let time prove everything?"

Shuixinsha wouldn't give up: "Since you were so devoted to him, why did you marry a demon queen before? Why did you provoke Prince Kui of the Heavenly Palace?"

Speaking of Kui, Mingye didn't know whether to feel hatred or sorrow. From best friends to strangers, where did things go wrong? Who among them misinterpreted their feelings and intentions? A friendship that couldn't be changed even by status and position had ultimately broken down. Who betrayed whom first? It was a tangled mess that couldn't be settled.

"What's it to you?" Mingye's bad mood reached its peak: "What right do you have to question me?"

No one ever truly understood his difficulties—his subjects, his family, his friends. They all molded him according to their own expectations, demanding things of him, restricting his behavior. If he failed to meet their expectations, he was met with accusations, insults, and even betrayal; none of them would forgive him. He had always been alone, fighting a solitary battle. He was all alone! Whenever he turned back, there was always emptiness behind him; there was never anyone to support him. Until later, Qianfan came to his side…

with the brutality of punishment, he lifted the girl's long skirt and thrust himself into her body.

"Ah—!!" Shui Xinsha screamed, clenching her fists and pounding them on Mingye's body, cursing, "Tyrant! Rogue! You… get out! No!"

With each thrust, she gradually adapted to the invasion of the foreign object. Her body, experiencing pleasure, began to respond to the boy's movements, and her two snow-white arms slowly encircled Mingye's neck. Soft, silver hair, shimmering softly in the moonlight, brushed against her neck intermittently, and she caught a whiff of his unique, subtle fragrance. His sweat trickled down his neck and chest, dripping onto her skin. She realized that even during lovemaking, even when he was drenched in sweat with excitement, his body remained cold, just like his nature, rejecting any warmth from outsiders. Was it everyone? Shui Xinsha couldn't help but wonder: when the young prince was making love with that other man, did his body also lack warmth? (

05-07
Heavenly Soul Chronicles (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 219)

Although she had been penetrated by two men in one night, Shui Xinsha firmly believed in her heart that her first time had been given to the demon prince. At first, he was indeed very rough when he entered her, but gradually, he also tasted the sweetness in this transactional union, becoming gentle and tender, giving the girl the illusion of being cared for by a lover. It was indeed just an illusion, because Shui Xinsha had no experience. She didn't know that the gentler she was, the more it indicated that the boy wasn't fully engaged in sex. If her body truly made him lose control, the boy would possess her without hesitation.

In any case, she was already very satisfied tonight. Even if he didn't love her, they had, after all, had a physical relationship. He and she had an inextricable connection, which was... enough.

Mingye carried the exhausted and drowsy princess to the sofa and wrapped her in a blanket. "Thank you, and... I'm sorry." Unable to do anything else for her, Mingye could only say these things.

Although extremely tired, Shui Xinsha refused to close her eyes. She looked at him greedily. "You're... a little different from the rumors." She picked up a strand of silver hair and examined it in her hand. "Everyone says you're a heartless person, but actually..." She couldn't think of an adjective, and finally could only say, "You're a good person." She knew that men were more tired than women after passion and would often leave their partners and fall asleep on their own. Children of the gods mature early, and the girls who were friends with her often complained to her about their boyfriends' bad habits. But the young prince was different. Half sincerely, and half to please him, Shui Xinsha said, "Everyone who has spent time with you must like you very much." Those who receive his love and are cared for by him must be very happy.

Perhaps unaccustomed to being praised to his face, the little devil blushed. He patted the girl's head, "I only know that many people hate me, who would like me?"

This slightly intimate gesture unexpectedly angered the young lady again. She turned her head away, refusing to let him touch her, "If you can't give me a future, don't give me hope. You're too gentle, always flirting, which only leads to misunderstandings, making people think there's still a chance, only to find out in the end that they can't get it, making them hate you even more."

"Oh, is that so?" Mingye seemed to understand somewhat, yet even more confused, "Gentle?...Me?" "

However," the girl turned her head back, comfortably resting her head on the sofa, unable to resist the drowsiness, and spoke more casually, "You don't seem like a philanderer, hey, tell me...what's going on between you and Prince Kui? How did you suddenly go to the Heavenly Palace and sleep with him, hehe..." It has to be said that this princess's neuroticism is sometimes quite speechless. In her view, her lover going to sleep with the Heavenly Emperor's precious youngest son is a very remarkable and proud thing.

Mingye remained silent, preferring to take the blame himself rather than say a bad word about Kui.

Fortunately, the girl was almost asleep and didn't care whether he answered or not; she just wanted to know him. So she gossiped, "How's your little princess? Don't you like men? You married her for another purpose, right? Hey, have you slept together? Honestly, is she better or am I better?"

The little devil couldn't handle it. Luckily, this troublesome princess didn't get an answer from him and went to meet the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with sleep).

After settling her in, Mingye returned to the bedside and watched over the sleeping Qianfan. "Will you forgive me? With her... it was only to repay a debt of gratitude, nothing else..."

The next day, Mingye was awakened by Qianfan's groans. His lower body, which had stopped bleeding, was bleeding heavily again. Mingye removed the blindfold from his eyes. Qianfan, whether awake or unconscious, kept moaning softly with his eyes closed, which made his heart ache.

Shui Xinsha was also woken up and rushed over.

"It's time, send someone to get some hot water." She checked the birth canal; it wasn't dilated to the ideal width yet. There was too much bleeding, and the mother's condition wasn't good.

The little devil was at a loss: "Last night... the Sacred Heart Fruit... didn't it cure his heart ailment? Then... then why not have anesthesia and a C-section? At least he won't be in so much pain..."

"Ha!" Shui Xinsha rolled her eyes and sneered: "A C-section is bad for both the mother and the child; it's only used as a last resort. If I were here and still made him have a C-section, I wouldn't have the face to go home tonight. If you don't understand, get out of the way and don't get in the way." She went to the bedside, shooed Mingye away, took out several small porcelain bottles from her brocade pouch, lined them up, and held one of the blue ones under Qianfan's nose.

After inhaling a few times, Qianfan opened his eyes, seemingly less in pain. He opened his eyes and saw Shui Xinsha. He was startled at first, then felt a chill on his body. Looking down, he realized he was completely naked, his legs dangling high in the air from his large, round belly. "Ah..." Embarrassed, he quickly covered his naked body with the sheet, but his hands were tied to the headboard. He cried out anxiously, "Your Highness..."

"I'm here, don't be afraid, I'm here." Mingye immediately hugged him to comfort him.

"I... how could this... happen?" Qianfan couldn't remember anything that had happened last night.

While Mingye summoned servants to prepare tools and supplies, he explained to him, "The Princess is the Imperial Physician of the Heavenly Palace. She's here to help you give birth. With her here, you and the baby will be safe." Although he said this, Mingye himself was very skeptical of the little princess's medical skills. She was only a teenager. Wouldn't it be more reliable to call her father? In order not to affect Qianfan, Mingye had to swallow these doubts. Anyway, he could teleport. If things seemed wrong, it wouldn't take long to bring the Imperial Physician over.

Shui Xinsha had no time to pay attention to the two, authoritatively directing the servants coming and going, appearing calm and collected even in the face of danger.

The birthing process was a long and agonizing ordeal for everyone. Thanks to the precious medicines brought by Shui Xinsha, Qianfan's pain was significantly reduced, and his lost blood was replenished in time. Shui Xinsha used her unique finger techniques to massage his abdomen, continuously channeling healing spiritual energy into his body to prevent him from exhausting himself.

The fetus was guided from the uterus into the birth canal; that tiny opening was cruelly and endlessly stretched, inevitably tearing, and along with the flowing blood, there were blood clots resembling fragments of internal organs. Mingye watched in horror, his heart pounding, constantly swallowing nervously. He had seen many scenes of blood and flesh flying in the air before, but none could compare to the shock of what he was witnessing. Moreover, this time he was not facing death, but the birth of a baby.

Under Shui Xinsha's guidance, Qianfan pushed with each effort, only to collapse exhausted into Mingye's arms time and again. The pain was unimaginable to anyone who hadn't experienced childbirth. Even though he was determined to give birth to the little prince's child, the endless pain drove him to despair more than once—it would be better to die! He couldn't suppress these negative thoughts, but when he saw the little prince's profile, a stronger confidence and courage erased any thoughts of giving up.

The little prince was right beside him; with him, he wasn't afraid! He wasn't afraid of anything!

"Ah!!!" With Qianfan's heart-wrenching scream, a pale, bluish mass emerged from the birth canal.

"Quick! Push! Push harder!" Shui Xinsha used her hands to close his buttocks, preventing the tear from becoming too large, while simultaneously massaging below his scrotum to stimulate the opening of the birth canal. "He's out! The baby's out! Once his head and shoulders have passed through the birth canal, we've won!" she encouraged him, her words tumbling out incoherently. Even this seasoned healer, accustomed to life and death, felt an indescribable surge of emotion, tears welling in her eyes, as she welcomed this new life

. The birth of a new life made everyone set aside their grudges and hatred. The anticipation and blessings for the infant erased national and racial boundaries.

With a soft "whoosh," the little one finally emerged from the mother's womb and entered the world, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

He was all curled up, his limbs twitching, trembling fearfully. A long umbilical cord still connected him to his mother.

The demon servants cheered, kneeling in unison: "Congratulations, Your Highness!"

Shui Xinsha deftly cut the umbilical cord, turned the blood-soaked baby over, and wiped him clean. "Oh, it's a boy." She wrapped him in a cotton cloth and presented him to the little prince.

Mingye stared blankly, hesitant to take the baby. After a long while, he blurted out something that left everyone speechless: "Oh my god!" He suddenly turned to Qianfan, who was very weak after giving birth, and said, "The baby is ugly beyond belief!"

"What?" Qianfan was startled. He gestured for the little prince to untie his bound hands, took the baby from Shuixinsha's arms, and looked at him. "No way, he's quite cute. Your Highness, take a closer look."

Mingye shook his head, refusing. He looked at Qianfan sadly: "It's all my fault. I kept calling him stinky, and he was born so ugly, boohoo... uglier than Benben! I should have never called him that. What am I going to do now? He looks like a hairless little monkey."

"No, I think he looks a lot like you, Your Highness," Shuixinsha teased him from the side.

"How do I look like you?!" The little devil raged, on the verge of tears. It felt like buying a game disc with high expectations, only to find it wasn't fun at all. He sat dejectedly on the bed, thinking: If it's not fun, can I return it and get a different one? Glancing at Qianfan beside him, who was happily holding and playing with the baby, his mood worsened. He thought, "No way, Qianfan is so fond of this ugly little thing. If she had a prettier one, would I even have a place in the world?" "No, the ugly baby is better!"

He crawled to Qianfan's side, tilting his little face up with a fawning smile, trying to make Qianfan see the difference between himself and the ugly baby.

"Your Highness, it's a baby!" Qianfan proudly presented the infant to Mingye. He had completely forgotten the excruciating pain of childbirth, like a hen that had just laid an egg, eager to proudly flap its wings and cluck everywhere, announcing to the world that it had laid an egg. Suddenly,

the little thing in the cotton cloth opened its mouth and made a few "ah ah" sounds, two water droplets squeezing from its narrow eyes. It was unclear whether it was crying or just yawning. "So cute! Your Highness, look, he has no teeth!"

Mingye rolled his eyes, his face twitching as he forced a dry laugh: "Heh...heh...cute..." Damn it! Qianfan

is now even more clueless than before she gave birth. The baby, born prematurely at only six months of gestation, was very small and thin, with purplish-red skin. After birth, it didn't cry much, nor did it show any signs of hunger; it just slept soundly. Shui Xinsha, as the heir of the Imperial Physician family, knew that such a premature baby would need extra care to grow up healthy. Because this was her first time delivering a human baby; she had only ever delivered animals before, she was especially fond of this child. Having just given birth, Qianfan was at his limit. After the baby fell asleep, he couldn't hold on any longer. He dozed off in Mingye's arms, but couldn't fall asleep easily. Because the purple-haired princess was there, he subconsciously didn't want the little prince to be alone with her. Qianfan sensitively noticed a subtle understanding flowing in their unintentional exchanges of glances, which made him very uneasy. Mingye picked him up, had the servants change the bedding, and carefully cleaned his body before taking the baby, whom he still clung to, and handing him to Shuixinsha. Qianfan was somewhat taken aback as he watched the girl carefully pick up his child and gently coax him away. He blinked, then tugged at the little prince's sleeve with a wronged expression, "Baby... is my child, don't let anyone take him away..." Mingye helped him lie down, "Qianfan is mine, you can't let the baby take you away." From the moment he saw the baby, he had clearly been somewhat disappointed. Qianfan noticed this, and after thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but ask very carefully, "Your Highness, you... don't like the baby?" "It's not that I don't like him, don't overthink it." Mingye sighed and smiled bitterly, "It's just a little regrettable... he doesn't look like me." His voice grew softer and softer, "If he did, you might occasionally think of me when you see him. It's a pity he doesn't look like me, I'm afraid... as time goes by, you'll forget me." Qianfan was too tired to hear clearly, he probably only heard a few words: "Forget... what?" A sense of foreboding welled up in his heart, and he was about to ask more questions when Benben started barking and making a fuss. Shui Xinsha placed the newborn baby in an adjacent crib. Benben struggled to stand up, clinging to the crib railing, fascinated by the little one in the swaddling clothes. He stared intently, his dark eyes darting back and forth between his little brother. He excitedly reached out his little hand to touch him, but finding it out of reach, he lifted a chubby leg, trying to jump over the railing, babbling excitedly and drooling. Shui Xinsha flicked his forehead with her finger and easily pushed him back into his own crib: "This is your little brother, not food or a toy. You can watch him quietly, but you're not allowed to bother him." Benben didn't understand human speech, but he was very perceptive. He obediently shut his mouth, squatting there motionless, only watching through the crib railing. Seeing how well-behaved he was, Shui Xinsha walked away reassured. Little did she know, after she turned around, Benben immediately reached out his wicked little hand, grabbed a corner of the cotton cloth wrapped around the baby, and then pulled and pulled, inching him closer to himself... Mingye tucked Qianfan in: "I'll see the princess out and be back in a bit." He originally wanted to use teleportation to send the princess directly back to Qishou Palace for convenience, but as soon as he left the palace, a guard reported that the Heavenly Palace's celestial warship was already waiting on the helipad. The howling north wind blew their long hair and robes. Shuixinsha suddenly remembered that her hairpin was still in the little prince's palace. Overjoyed, she found an excuse to meet again. She turned around: "My..." "Princess, I..." Mingye happened to have something to ask of her and stepped forward, and the two bumped into each other. "Ah... I'm sorry." Mingye steadied her. "What were you about to say?" Shui Xinsha was a little shy. "I suddenly remembered... my hairpin, it seems it's still with you. It would be great if I could find it. I really like it, it's a pity to lose it." She looked up at Mingye, her face slightly flushed, afraid he would say: I'll find it for you right now. Fortunately, he replied: "Then... Princess, come and retrieve it tomorrow, okay?" Mingye was happy to go along with it: "Please also give Qianfan a medical check-up while you're at it."

Receiving this reply, Shui Xinsha boarded the celestial warship with a mixture of joy and disappointment. She began to regret having her father propose annulment to the Heavenly Emperor; in truth, being the young prince's consort… even just in name, would have been good enough. Lost in thought, she was startled by a figure suddenly appearing before her.

"Sister!" Shui Zhiyan had spent most of the night anxiously guarding outside the palace. He was both afraid his sister wouldn't come and afraid she really would, his emotions a turbulent mix. It wasn't until the Heavenly Palace sent a celestial warship that he was taken there by attendants to rest.

The young prince used teleportation to enter and leave the palace, never encountering him directly, so he had no idea what was happening inside. At dawn, he was informed that the young prince's child had been born safely. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally felt a little relieved, but then he wondered, who had the ability to save a male concubine who was almost at the end of his life? As expected, he saw his sister emerge from the palace. But to his surprise, his sister's face was radiant with happiness! What exactly happened in the palace last night—

this was a question he couldn't bring himself to ask.

Shui Xinsha touched her brother's forehead: "Zhiyan, you look terrible. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He shook his head, took his sister's hand away, and held it tightly: "Sister, last night you..." He only managed to say a few words when his sister's eyes turned cold, causing him to swallow back the words he was about to ask. "I was actually... just worried about you... no, I didn't mean anything else..."

Shui Xinsha remembered that her younger brother had mentioned before that he also had feelings for the young prince. And when he called her yesterday, he was almost crying. Perhaps, this time, Zhiyan had truly fallen for her! Shui Xinsha bit her lower lip, "Zhiyan, the young prince... will never belong to you. I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible." Being with the young prince meant to tolerate that he didn't have feelings for her. And the love she gave was destined to be unrequited. She had already deeply experienced the bitterness of hopeless love and didn't want her younger brother to suffer the same fate. Without further ado, Shui Xinsha pulled her brother's hand away and walked past him.

What did that mean?

Left alone, Shui Zhiyan, having just grasped her sister's pulse, had already confirmed that she was no longer a virgin. Why? Sister, why did you say that? If the young prince wouldn't belong to me, would he belong to you? A bitter, indescribable pain welled up in Shui Zhiyan's heart. Was this… jealousy?

The purer the paper, the easier it is to stain.

Prince Kui's voice echoed deep within his heart once more: "I'll teach you a way, a way to get your beloved Prince Mingye, so he'll never leave you, and you can do whatever you want with him."

(Tianhun Chuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 221)

Throughout the day, Qianfan woke up several times intermittently. Mingye fed him easily digestible liquid nutrition and coaxed him into a deep sleep until the next morning. Qianfan woke up refreshed, feeling well-rested and energetic, his body relaxed and his mood improved. However, the little prince beside him had cared for him for a day and a night, only closing his eyes in the early morning. Not wanting to wake him, Qianfan quietly got out of bed to check on the baby. His lower body still ached slightly when he moved a little too much, but the wound healed quickly and was almost completely healed.

Actually, there was nothing to worry about. With the four loyal palace maids "Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon" watching over him, even if Benben was mischievous, he wouldn't dare bully the baby. Qianfan looked at the two cribs, which had been side by side, with a puzzled expression. Now, one was on the east side of the room, and the other on the west. Benben, sullenly curled up in his blanket, reached out and babbled for a hug when Qianfan approached.

"Eh, why are the two cribs separated?"

Several palace maids anxiously surrounded him to help him. "Master, why are you out of bed? You just gave birth yesterday, you shouldn't walk around! Go back to bed and rest, lest His Highness punish us for not taking good care of him."

Qianfan smiled and waved his hand. "If I sleep any longer, I'll get dizzy. I just want to see the children, nothing else, you can rest assured."

The palace maids still stopped him from holding Benben. Poor Benben, simply because he ate too much, slept too much, and was pampered too much, had grown into a ball of flesh, and was always coming up with mischievous ideas, causing trouble for the adults. So everyone felt sorry for him, but they didn't let him off easy, seizing every opportunity to complain about him. Xiaoxue lightly tapped his forehead with her finger, making him roll his eyes and fall backward, his comical appearance making everyone burst into laughter.

"He's done so many naughty things, and we've caught him in the act. Yesterday, when we weren't looking, he actually pinched the baby's face through the bed railing, and then stretched his leg over, waking the baby up. The baby thought his toes were nipples and started sucking. Master, don't you think he's awful?"

Hearing the little maid say this, Qianfan felt a surge of moisture in his chest, his face flushed, and he awkwardly covered it up with words: "I think Benben didn't mean to play a prank. Maybe he... just wanted to say hello to his little brother. Don't be biased, the baby and Benben are both my children."

The little maids looked at each other and smiled, helpless against their gentle and kind master.

Because of the birth of a baby in the family, Mingye used the excuse of taking maternity leave to skip the morning court session in the Heavenly Palace. Exhausted, he slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up. The first thing he did upon waking was to touch the side beside him—wait, no one's there? Where's Qianfan? He sat up abruptly, the movement so sudden that his blood hadn't rushed to his head, causing a wave of dizziness and nausea. The snowflakes in front of his eyes persisted for a while before disappearing, but his vision remained black and white. A wave of panic washed over him. He closed his eyes to rest for several seconds, and when he opened them again, his vision returned to normal. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around the room, his heart immediately leaped into his throat—what was Qianfan doing? Why was he out on the terrace in the middle of winter, exposed to the wind?! It was the dead of winter, the wind was fierce and cold, and he was frail, having just given birth—was he out of his mind?!

Actually, Qianfan was already wearing a fluffy fox fur coat; he wasn't cold at all. Shuntian City towered into the clouds, and the young prince's palace was located on the top floor, offering a view that stretched very, very far. Qianfan leaned on the railing, letting the fierce east wind whip his long, black hair, making it flutter and dance. His jade-like face was also flushed red by the cold wind, making him appear even more delicate and alluring.

"Qian! Fan!" A low, angry call rang in his ears. Qianfan felt a sudden tightness around his waist as the little devil swept him up from behind. Carrying him back into the room, Mingye turned and locked the balcony door tightly shut. "You're such a worry!" The little devil's brows furrowed, and he pulled Qianfan's hand to touch it. It was ice-cold, and his face darkened even more. He launched into a barrage of scolding: "Who gave you permission to go out onto the balcony in the cold? Don't you know how to take care of yourself? You've only just recovered from your illness." Mingye pulled him onto the bed and covered him with the blanket, saying fiercely, "Let me tell you, for the rest of this month, you're not allowed to step out of the room!"

Qianfan was most afraid of his anger, and he shivered under the blanket for a long time before weakly protesting, "Your Highness, I... I'm so hot..." The room was already quite warm, and he was wearing a fox fur coat and wrapped in a brocade blanket. Mingye reached under the blanket and, sure enough, he was covered in sweat, all damp. He lifted the blanket and pulled him out, Mingye's face still long: "You don't need to wear this in the room." He had Qianfan lean against the headboard and began to undo his fox fur coat.

After taking off his coat, the little devil noticed two suspicious water stains on Qianfan's shirt. "You secretly breastfed the baby while I was asleep?"

Qianfan, his face flushed red from the question, knew he couldn't deny it and had to admit it. Before Mingye could explode, he quickly blinked, forcing out tears: "Waaah... Your Highness, you lied to me..."

Mingye was startled, wondering which one he was referring to; he'd been doing quite a few bad things behind his back lately. Feeling guilty, Mingye forgot his anger and retorted stiffly, "I... I didn't lie to you!"

This time it was Qianfan's turn to explode: "You clearly said that after the baby was born, my... body would return to normal. But... it didn't... Now it's... even more swollen than before, and it immediately soiled my clothes..." He said with a mixture of shyness and anger, his phoenix eyes misty with tears. The little devil looked at him, using all his self-control to suppress the urge to pounce on him.

"You...you..." Mingye's gaze couldn't help but drift downwards, forgetting what he really wanted to say. He looked at the two round water stains on Qianfan's clothes, the fabric clinging tightly to her skin, a tempting little nipple peeking out from the center. Mingye swallowed hard—hmm, a little thirsty. "This...you, if you wear a bra, you won't get your clothes dirty." And people won't keep staring at those two points and having impure thoughts...

Seeing him staring lustfully at her chest, Qianfan shyly turned to the side, covering her chest with one arm, and whispered, "A bra...the size isn't adjustable...and...it's uncomfortable..." Oh dear, you little pervert, stop looking, keep looking...boohoo, my breasts are getting swollen again... Just as

Qianfan was feeling annoyed, a voice came from outside: "Your Highness, the Imperial Physician Princess of the Heavenly Palace requests an audience."

She's here again! Qianfan's eyes darkened, and she glanced sideways to steal a look at the young princess's reaction. Upon hearing the report, Mingye immediately turned and pulled down all the bed curtains—how could he let anyone see Qianfan's body? Not even a woman!

He replied, "Send word." Then he pressed the dazed man down onto the bed, lay down beside him, and pulled the blanket over them both. "Why are you looking at me like that? The princess is here to examine you and the baby, not to see me."

"Ah, is that so?" The naive Qianfan believed him; he never doubted the little devil's words.

Seeing his adorable relieved expression, Mingye lightly pecked him on the lips: "Silly boy." He chuckled, completely ignoring Qianfan's protesting glare. "You need to start learning to take care of yourself. If I'm not by your side, you're so silly, so unsuspecting, what if someone takes advantage of you without you even knowing it?"

"Where are you going? Why...aren't you by my side?" Would the little princess be tired of him and want to send him away?

Mingye's fingers lingered on Qianfan's face, tracing the contours of his longing, deeply engraving them into his heart. If there were a next life, she would definitely find him. If there were a next life, Qianfan…

Seeing that he didn't answer her for a long time, Qianfan became anxious and grabbed his hand: "Why…"

"Your Highness." Outside the gauze curtain, a girl in luxurious robes moved from the palace door to the bedside and bowed.

"Is this the princess? Thank you for your trouble. Come, Qianfan, let the princess take your pulse." Mingye brought one of Qianfan's wrists outside the gauze curtain. "Princess, please."

Shuixinsha's expression turned cold. She knew that the young princess doted on this man, but she didn't know he was so pampered that she was being examined through the curtain. She looked down at the man's hand, which was indeed as bright and white as jade, soft and boneless. She calmly pressed three fingers lightly on his pulse point.

Inside the gauze curtains, Qianfan clung to Mingye, relentlessly pressing for an answer: "You haven't answered me yet, where are you going, Your Highness... Mmm!"

Mingye planted a large kiss on his lips. "Don't talk! Otherwise, it'll interfere with the princess's pulse diagnosis."

"But..." Qianfan was about to speak when a hairy hand suddenly touched his chest, causing him to gasp. "Ah!"

"If you talk again, I'll bully you." Mingye had only intended to threaten him, but little did he know that the full, soft breasts had him bewitched; once he touched them, he couldn't stop. Not to mention, the nipples were constantly gushing warm fluid under his rough caresses.

Qianfan almost cried; this little pervert, he didn't even care where he was doing his bad deeds. He twisted and turned, trying to avoid her: "No, don't do this! Your Highness... don't touch me, don't touch me there... ah... ah ah... ah!"

Shui Xinsha outside, her forehead veins throbbing with rage, could no longer contain herself. She yanked open the gauze curtains with a "whoosh," roaring like a thunderclap: "Have you two had enough?! Can't you see I'm taking your pulse?! Dare to provoke me? Believe me, I'll poison you both to death?!"

The two people inside, locked in a passionate embrace, fell silent, staring at her with horrified eyes, no longer daring to cause any more trouble. (From

"The Legend of the Heavenly Soul" (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 222)

After taking Qianfan's pulse, Shui Xinsha also checked the baby.

The crib was specially made, equipped with all the most advanced monitoring equipment in the world, ensuring the baby received excellent care. Two days after birth, the little one's eyes were still closed, but his overall appearance had already become much cuter; his childish father would no longer say he was ugly beyond human comprehension. The skin, which had been wrinkled like a Shar-Pei's, smoothed out, revealing a pinkish glow. He had no baby hair on his head; whether it was because he hadn't spent enough time in the womb or due to insufficient nutrition, he was completely bald.

"Won't the baby grow up to be bald?" Mingye became increasingly suspicious. Could the doll that had appeared in his dreams have been such an ugly, bald little monkey as a baby?

Shuixinsha rolled her eyes at him: "You have no common sense! Many babies are born bald, but they grow up with thick, healthy hair. Don't worry about it." She picked up the baby, looking him over with obvious affection: "I wonder what color his hair and eyes are?"

"Black."

"Ah..." Shuixinsha was somewhat disappointed, turning back unwillingly to ask, "How did you know?"

Mingye couldn't very well say that he had seen him look like he was seven or eight years old in his dreams, could he? "I just know!"

Seeing that he couldn't explain, Shui Xinsha didn't care and gently placed the baby back in the crib. "I won't argue with you. Anyway, the baby will open his eyes in a day or two, and the mystery will be revealed." In her heart, she actually hoped that the child would look like the young prince, with silver hair and silver eyes; he would definitely be a very handsome boy.

While they were talking about the baby, Qian Fan sat alone on the bed, watching the two of them, a perfect match, their hearts filled with bitterness and sorrow. Only a girl as beautiful and noble as her was worthy of being with the young prince, able to give him a complete and normal family. As for herself, she was just a person with a physical disability and a lowly status; beside the young prince, she would only appear out of place and strange, causing him to be ridiculed. What's more, she had a huge secret that she was keeping from the young prince. If he knew, he would never forgive her.

“Qianfan,” Mingye knelt down beside him, taking his hand in his. “Are you cold? You’re shivering.”

Qianfan snapped back to reality. “No… I…” He clutched the prince’s sleeve tightly, as if afraid someone would snatch him away. “I’m just… a little thirsty, I want some water…”

“Isn’t the cup right by the bedside?” Mingye took the cup, sat on the bed, put one arm around Qianfan’s waist, and fed him the cup to his lips. “Drink slowly, the water’s still hot, be careful.”

Shuixinsha couldn’t bear to watch any longer. “I should go.”

“Ah, wait a minute, I’ll see you out.” Out of politeness, Mingye couldn’t let him leave alone.

Qianfan noticed his hesitation and quickly took the cup, saying softly, “I can drink it myself, you can see the princess out first.”

Mingye summoned the palace maids, instructing them to keep a close eye on Qianfan and not let him go out in the wind again. He repeatedly reminded Qianfan before leading Shuixinsha out of the palace.

On the road, the two walked one after the other.

"Are Qianfan and the baby... alright?" Mingye asked.

Shuixinsha followed closely behind him. "The baby is healthy and has no adverse reactions to premature birth."

"And Qianfan?"

"The toxins in his body have been mostly cleared, and his pulse is stable, but..."

Mingye stopped and turned to look at her, his expression somewhat anxious. "What's wrong?"

"The trauma to his heart... although it has improved, a full recovery is impossible. But don't worry, his heart rate is normal now. If he takes proper care and avoids emotional shocks like extreme grief, he should be fine for the next few decades."

Mingye listened quietly, and after a while, took out a hairpin from his bosom. "Here you go."

"Heh, I thought you'd keep it for me forever." Shui Xinsha reluctantly took it. "So... you mean I can't come anymore? I'm no longer of any use to you?"

"That's not what I meant." Mingye smiled apologetically at her. "Whether in the Demon Realm or the Heavenly Palace, I'm an unwelcome person. You'd better not get too close to me, lest someone use it against you."

Shui Xinsha put the hairpin into her sleeve. "I know my own limits. You don't need to teach me how to do it! Also," she looked up, a half-smile on her face, at Mingye, "His Highness the Crown Prince has a message for you."

Mingye instinctively covered his ears to avoid hearing it—it couldn't be anything good!

Sure enough, the girl laughed gleefully, "Tomorrow night is Prince Kui's birthday celebration. His Highness the Crown Prince has said that if you dare not attend, he will send troops to raze your Shuntian City! He told you to watch your step."

Mingye's face turned pale: raze Shuntian City to the ground was unlikely, but it was best to avoid provoking that brother-obsessed Crown Prince.

Seeing his splitting headache, Shui Xinsha was in high spirits: "Ah, I almost forgot, His Highness the Crown Prince also said that you were supposed to be on a mission to the Mi Kingdom these past few days, but it's all been delayed because of your personal reasons. To make up for your mistake, he has ordered you to perform a dance for Prince Kui at the birthday banquet."

"Dance?!" the little demon king wailed, "What do I have to do? Are you crazy?!"

Unfortunately, along with Shui Xinsha, all the young people present cheered with excitement at the Crown Prince's suggestion—the demons were known for their dancing, and Prince Mingye was incomparably handsome; everyone was eager to see his dance. With everyone's expectations met, he couldn't refuse this time.

"I knew you wouldn't want to, and it's true, it's really too much of a burden for Prince Mingye to perform at the banquet. So His Highness the Crown Prince compromised, saying that if you don't want to dance, your male favorite can perform instead, and he can barely accept that." Damn it

, this is hardly a compromise!

Shui Xinsha gracefully departed, her laughter clear and melodious: "Hehehe, if you're not afraid of making a fool of yourself, just go ahead and fudge it. Anyway, it'll be your demon race that loses face." In

Chapter 223 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul* (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth)

, the Little Demon King was ordered by the Crown Prince to perform a dance at the birthday banquet. He thought he was unlucky enough, but little did he know that something even worse was yet to come—the banquet was a masquerade ball! How thoughtful of the Heavenly Prince! Early the next morning, someone delivered the dance costume, saving him the trouble of figuring out his own look. The Little Demon King was "moved" to tears!

The person who delivered the costume was the Holy Dragon Prince. All other people were barred from the palace, and in Ming Ye's eyes, the Holy Dragon Prince belonged to this category. In the courtyard outside the palace, he took the costume from the Holy Dragon Prince, didn't even say hello, and dejectedly walked back.

The Holy Dragon Prince chuckled behind his back for a while, but still followed him loyally, telling him, "Your Highness, you're not the only one dancing at the banquet tonight. Many young members of the Divine Race have been chosen to dance for Prince Kui, and I'm one of them. Your solo dance is scheduled after ours, so don't worry."

Mingye pouted, finally feeling a little comforted. At first, he thought the Crown Prince was deliberately playing a trick on him, but it turned out everyone was suffering together.

The Little Demon King thought things weren't too bad, bid farewell to the Holy Dragon Prince, and carried the large box containing the dance costume back to his room. Qianfan saw him carrying a cardboard box in and asked curiously, "What's that? It looks heavy."

"I want to know too." The Little Demon King put the box on the bed, opened it to examine it, and Qianfan followed to see as well.

Inside the large box were small wooden boxes, very exquisite and luxurious; there were five in total.

"Wow, so beautiful!" Qianfan exclaimed sincerely.

"Pretty my foot!" The little devil opened all the boxes with trepidation. "Waaah... That's too much! Too much!" He buried his face in Qianfan's arms, wailing and crying, "They're all bullying me!! Qianfan... Waaah!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Qianfan hadn't yet figured out the problem. She picked up the dress from the largest box—it was an exquisitely crafted chiffon princess dress. Then she looked at the other boxes: there was a pair of high heels adorned with crystals, a sparkling and beautiful hair accessory, and a long, colorful shawl as soft as a cloud.

"All these beautiful things, who are they for?"

Mingye lifted his little face from his arms, sniffling pitifully, and explained the reason to gain sympathy: "They're for me. I'm going to dance at the Heavenly Palace tonight."

Qianfan's eyes widened in surprise: "Oh my god..." He was both surprised and delighted: "I really want to see!" Completely ignoring the little devil's mournful face, he said longingly, "Your Highness looks so beautiful dancing in women's clothes, I want to go too."

Mingye was speechless, and slammed all the boxes shut: "I warned you yesterday that you're not allowed to go anywhere."

Surprisingly, Qianfan didn't pester him anymore, but just lowered his head and whispered, "That's right, that kind of occasion..." For a lowly plaything like himself to attend with His Highness would only tarnish his status.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing his red eyes, the little devil felt sorry for him. "Don't overthink it. I'm just worried something might happen to you, that's why I didn't take you."

Qianfan nodded, indicating he understood, and the little devil was even more at a loss for words to comfort him. "Hey... Qianfan..." Scratching his head in annoyance, Mingye steeled his resolve: "Alright, we'll go together! You're not allowed to laugh when I dance." Actually, he would feel more at ease having Qianfan by his side, in a place where he could see him.

Qianfan was overjoyed: "Really... really you're taking me? But..."

"No buts," the little devil kissed him on the cheek: "If we're going to dance, I only want to dance for you, Qianfan."

At the Qishou Palace, the eldest princess had disappeared early in the morning. Her mother searched everywhere: "Where did Shasha hide? The pharmacy needs her help, why hasn't she been seen all morning?" The princess turned to her youngest son: "Zhiyan, go and look for her in the forbidden area." Shui Zhiyan had been

avoiding his sister, but he couldn't disobey his mother's orders, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the Medicine King's forbidden area to look for her. Sure enough, he found Shui Xinsha sitting there blankly. Shui Zhiyan didn't want to see his sister and planned to turn around and send a servant to fetch her. However, something in his sister's hand captivated his attention, making him freeze in place.

It was a dazzling silver thread, which Shui Xinsha had deliberately soaked in a medicinal solution to make it more resilient. She carefully wrapped it around her snow-white neck, making it into an extremely delicate necklace.

"This is… His Highness's hair?"

Shui Xinsha quickly pulled up her collar, not intending to hide it from her brother: "Yes," she replied.

"He gave it to you?" Shui Zhiyan walked over, his heart filled with mixed emotions. "Why did you accept it? Exchanging hair is something only husbands and wives do! Didn't you already annul your engagement, sister?"

Upon hearing this, Shui Xinsha looked up and stared intently at her brother, then suddenly laughed out loud. "Yes, I annulled the engagement. I wasn't destined to be husband and wife with His Highness. I found this hair. How about it? Are you satisfied?"

Shui Zhiyan turned his face away in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, sister."

The princess's expression darkened, and she sighed. "Zhiyan, you know how I treated you in the past. Whether you believe it or not, I just want to tell you one thing: what you can't have." The princess shook her head. "I didn't have a chance, neither did you, and no one else had a chance." Shui

Zhiyan didn't refute her, but his flushed face clearly showed: I don't believe it!

Shui Xinsha picked up his hand and examined it repeatedly: "Zhiyan, once you've seen that man's hands, you'll understand. You and I have been pampered since childhood, but his hands are even better cared for than ours... It's clear that His Highness cherishes him meticulously; such favor is truly enviable..."

The siblings were lost in their own thoughts, remaining silent for a long time.

Shui Zhiyan withdrew his hand: "The young prince doesn't have long to live. In these few short years, the cold poison in his body will flare up more and more frequently. No matter how strong his will to live is, he won't be able to endure that pain." He smiled at his sister: "Now only I can save him."

Shui Xinsha was shocked, feeling that her brother's smile was very strange, making her shudder, as if she were possessed by something: "Zhiyan..."

"Oh, right, sister, Mother was looking for you just now." Shui Zhiyan took a few steps, not forgetting to turn back to inform her, his gentle tone no different from his past self.

In the evening, Mingye personally chose a suit for Qianfan to wear to the banquet.

The little devil's attire tonight was rather complicated, so he had to summon a palace maid early in the morning to do his makeup.

Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, Qianfan asked curiously, "Your Highness, don't you need to rehearse the dance later?"

"Just kidding!" The handsome demon prince was full of confidence, raising his left eyebrow and snorting disdainfully, "That's a small matter, why would I bother rehearsing?" He glared at the person behind him in the mirror, then suddenly blushed and said shyly, "Qianfan... I'm only dancing for you today..."

"Understood!" Qianfan patted his chest, "I promise, I'll watch attentively and won't fall asleep halfway through."

(Tianhun Chuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 224)

When he received his formal attire, Qianfan was depressed and sat on the bed, refusing to change.

"What's wrong?" Mingye asked him in front of the dressing mirror.

"...I don't like it!" Qianfan looked at the black, sturdy military uniform in his hands, finally pouting and muttering, "...This is not cute at all..." Isn't this a masquerade ball? He didn't want to wear such ordinary and stiff clothes.

Mingye rolled his eyes at the mirror, which displeased the little palace maid who was combing his hair: "Ugh! Your Highness, stop fidgeting!" His hair was immediately punished with a tug, and he quickly apologized: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." No matter how bad-tempered the little devil was, he couldn't outdo the little palace maid who was serving his hair.

To prepare for his princess look tonight, Mingye had been sitting in front of the mirror for two hours. Three little palace maids stood behind him, each styling his hair from different angles. Because no noblewoman's hair was as short as his, they had to use a "hair extension" technique, attaching gold thread to the ends to lengthen the short hair. The little devil's patience was running out when he heard Qianfan complaining about the dress he'd chosen. He gritted his teeth, "Tell me, what makes a cute dress? Do you want to dress up as a white rabbit, a squirrel, or a polar bear?"

"Yes! Small animals are cute." Qianfan's eyes sparkled, "I like the kind with a big, fluffy tail!"

"Pfft—"

The little maid exclaimed, "Your Highness, why are you bleeding from your nose?"

Mingye took the tissues they offered and quickly stuffed them into his nostrils, "...It's nothing." The image that appeared in his mind was Qianfan naked, his smooth bottom covered by a snowball-like rabbit tail. His mood began to improve, and he grinned mischievously, "Don't worry, Qianfan, you'll definitely have a chance to wear this kind of dress in the future."

"Can't I wear it tonight?" Qianfan tried to persuade him, but when he saw the little devil's signature smile in the mirror, he shivered inexplicably—he was grinning like a cunning cat again, definitely plotting something!

The raccoon grinned and said, "Sure, sure! Of course, tonight is fine, but you can only see me. You're not allowed to dress like that in front of anyone else... Ouch!" A classic case of overjoyed surprise, he got another hard tug on his hair by the palace maid .

"How many times have I told you not to move! If you keep fidgeting, you won't be able to comb this hair properly tomorrow morning."

Qianfan, embarrassed that he'd gotten scolded again, took his clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

The demon prince's hair was extended to his heels with platinum thread, then divided into dozens of strands, each ending in a white crystal, making his straight hair appear even smoother. A sparkling aquamarine hung on his smooth forehead. The palace maid helped him into a princess dress. Although his chest was flat, his frame was slender and well-proportioned. Paired with three-inch high, openwork crystal heels, he swayed gracefully with every step, creating a captivatingly beautiful little enchantress.

When Qianfan emerged from the bathroom, dressed, she was immediately struck by his stunning beauty.

Mingye was also quite impressed when he saw Qianfan's crisp military uniform. This person's temperament was too delicate, related to his androgynous nature. But this cold, strong uniform didn't look out of place on him at all; instead, it gave him an air of innate authority and dashing spirit.

Qianfan's long hair was meticulously combed and tied back in a bun. Wearing tall riding boots, he approached the Little Demon King and complained one by one, "It's so tight around the chest, I feel like I can't breathe, and..." He muttered softly, "The buttons on the pockets will snag... there..."

"Where?" The Little Demon King looked him over, admiring his own discerning eye; the uniform suited Qianfan perfectly.

"Right there!" Qianfan blushed.

Mingye looked knowingly at his chest: "There... you mean the nipples?"

He knew the answer already! Qianfan ignored him.

The little devil grinned and leaned closer: "Not wearing a bra again today?"

"Yes." Qianfan glared at him in annoyance, her eyes alluring, almost making the little devil hard: "I tied it flat with a strip of cloth, and it's still through my shirt..."

"Hehe, well, there's nothing I can do about it then. Who told Qianfan to be so sensitive?" The little devil put his arm around his lover's waist and left, whispering in his ear in an ambiguous tone as they walked: "If I keep scraping your nipples, will the milk flow even more? Don't worry, I'll help you suck it out when we get back. If there's too much, I can't drink it all, and we have two babies to feed." He was generous with his words: "You can have as much milk as you want at the banquet tonight, and then we can take turns feeding the three of us when we get back... Ouch! That hurts..."

His nose was flicked, and Qianfan reminded him irritably: "Remember you're a girl tonight, be more refined, and don't say such filthy things!"

"Oh right! I forgot." Mingye released his hand from Qianfan's waist, instead wrapping his arm around his own slender waist, then swaying gracefully with every step, his movements incredibly alluring.

Three-inch heels were damn hard to walk in, but he endured it; the only advantage was that he was finally as tall as Qianfan! Oh yeah! The invitation to the banquet for

"Heavenly Soul Chronicles" (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 225

clearly stated that, to control the number of attendees, each guest could only bring a maximum of three attendants. Mingye brought the composed Yiquan and the handsome red-haired Lieyun, but the four members of "Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon," along with Xiaotian and Xiaodi, also clamored to come along, leaving only one spot. Mingye had them decide by rock-paper-scissors. In the end, under the incredibly envious gazes of the other five, Xiaoyue won and went.

The group was ready to depart, but upon boarding the Heavenly Ship, a small incident occurred.

Qianfan squirmed in his seat, finding no comfortable position. It turned out that a pistol was habitually hidden behind the belt of his military uniform.

"The Sky Ship is about to depart, so sit tight." Mingye fastened his seatbelt.

"Your Highness..." Qianfan still complained a lot about his clothes tonight: "There's something hard in my back, pressing against my waist!"

"Pfft—"

"Oh no, Your Highness's nose is bleeding again! Tissues, quick, quick!" Seeing that the blood was about to drip onto his formal attire, Xiaoyue, in a moment of panic, slapped all the tissues in her hand onto Mingye's face. He let out a miserable "Ouch—" as his nose was almost broken.

Wiping his nosebleed, Mingye mumbled a complaint: "Qianfan, can you please not make people think too much?"

Everyone present thought to themselves: It's Your Highness's own lewd thoughts that are causing this.

"What's that hard thing? Let me see." The little demon king turned Qianfan over. "Oh, it's this." He pulled the gun out of its holster and handed it to Qianfan. "All military uniforms are equipped with this thing, nothing strange about it." To gods and demons, guns are like lighters.

But Qianfan, being human, was wary of the heavy metal object in his hand: "Won't I get arrested for bringing this to a banquet?" His palms were sweating as he held it, afraid of accidentally discharging it.

“I brought it for the realistic design. Don’t worry, the gods don’t take it seriously.” Mingye tucked the pistol back into its holster on Qianfan’s lower back. “Although nothing bad will happen to you with me, nothing is absolute. Giving you a weapon for self-defense is good.” He lowered his voice: “I’ll let you in on a secret, this gun has been modified. Its power is incomparable to human weapons. At close range, its bullets can even penetrate the barrier created by the power of the Heavenly Soul. In case of any emergency that threatens your safety, just use it. Don’t worry about anything; I’ll take responsibility for the consequences.”

Qianfan was deeply moved. “Do I need to take off the safety before using it?”

"No need. This gun is very safe. You don't need to load it or release the safety; just pull the trigger to fire. The only drawback is the limited ammunition capacity—only three bullets. Use them sparingly." Mingye glanced at the dazed Qianfan, unsure if he understood, and added superfluously, "It's very easy to operate; even a fool could use it. Just don't be so clumsy as to hold the gun upside down... Ouch!" Before he could finish, he was flicked on the nose.

The demon's celestial warships made their way to the Heavenly Palace with practiced ease, and from afar, they could see dazzling fireworks and colorful lasers weaving a magnificent spectacle in the night sky under the full moon.

Tonight was the night of the full moon—

Jingbikong was hosting a wild party, with everyone dressed up as ghosts and monsters, in bizarre costumes, creating a funny and quirky atmosphere. The only people dressed normally were the Heavenly Emperor, the four princes, and tonight's birthday boy—Shen Tiankui. Even Prince Wang was dressed as a red radish standing to the side, showing just how crazy tonight's costume party was.

All this effort, just to bring a smile to his face, but Prince Kui remained slumped in his chair, his face cold and indifferent, as if the commotion below had nothing to do with him. His brother had gone to great lengths, skipping around to present him with all the gifts brought by the crowd, many of them rare and precious treasures, but he didn't even glance at them.

Since that night, he had become melancholic. Shen Tiankui himself found it unbelievable; logically, he should be happy to have received what he wanted, but he wasn't. He only felt an emptiness in his heart, as if he had lost far more than he had gained. His gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally toward the palace gate—

"Don't worry, he'll come," his elder brother, the Crown Prince, comforted him beside him. He

felt somewhat listless…

His thoughts were always easily seen through by others, except for that blockheaded little fool, who remained oblivious no matter how much he was enlightened. Kui propped his head up with his hand, lazily picked up a few grapes from the fruit bowl, and tossed them into his mouth. "Mingming won't be coming tonight." He knew him well; since that incident, Mingming harbored resentment towards him, but not hatred, so he would definitely choose to avoid him. Kui glared at his older brother. "Unless you threaten him with the demon race."

Caught off guard, Prince Wang smiled slightly awkwardly, revealing an object in his hand—a round gashapon capsule. Among the pile of glittering gifts, it looked extremely shabby and inconspicuous, almost being thrown away by the servants as a prank. But the prince knew it was a gift from Mingming. The gift arrived before the person.

Kui took the gashapon capsule, stroking it in his palm. This little thing, worthless in the eyes of adults, was a treasure for every child. When they were little, they would sneak out of the palace to play with Mingming, and the gashapon machines on the street echoed with their joyful laughter. Each coin inserted carried a small wish, and the two children prayed together, hoping to draw the prettiest one. He finally drew it, and Mingming, filled with envy, hovered around him all day. Seeing how much he liked it, Kui reluctantly gave him the gashapon. And now, that gashapon was back in her hands—

what was this, Mingming? Now that you don't need it anymore, are you returning my affection?

While Kui was still trying to decipher Mingming's feelings, the Little Demon King and his group had already entered the venue.

As soon as they entered, the noisy crowd gradually quieted down, and all eyes turned to them.

Mingye was also speechless with astonishment at the strange creatures all around. It was like a chaotic dance of demons, with people dressed as anything imaginable—mantises, cockroaches, dung beetles… Mingye was amazed. An octopus “swam” up to him: “Your Highness, you look so beautiful tonight.”

Mingye quickly pulled Qianfan back three meters to keep his distance: “Who are you?”

The octopus scratched its head with one of its claws and smiled sheepishly: “I’m the Holy Dragon Prince, can’t you tell?”

“Holy…what? Cough cough” He almost choked on his saliva. This self-destructive behavior was too crazy! “You’ve made yourself like this, didn’t your mother faint?”

The Holy Dragon Prince used his special skill, extending all eight claws in a wave-like motion: “No way, my mother also helped design this outfit, look!” He showed off the suction cups on his claws: “These suction cups were all glued on by my mother. They’re very strong. Try it if you don’t believe me.” He flicked out a claw and stuck it to the little demon king’s face. It actually stuck, and he couldn’t pull it off for a long time. Finally, after much effort, it was removed, leaving three comical, red suction cup marks on the little devil's cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean to."

Mingye glared at him coldly.

The Holy Dragon Prince was at a loss for words under his glare. "I..." He tried to change the subject: "Hehe, if the claws weren't so heavy, I was planning to pretend to be a lobster. Hehe...hehe..." How cold!

Fortunately, at that moment, his group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals came over and dragged him away: "It's almost our turn to dance, come on, come on, let's warm up." As the Holy Dragon Prince was dragged away, he waved to the little devil: "They are all my cousins, I'll introduce them to you later..." He said something else, but because of the noise, all that could be seen was his mouth opening and closing.

Mingye rubbed his face, "Tsk, I feel like we've arrived on a second planet."

Qianfan really loved those bizarre costumes, his eyes sparkling with pink hearts, but the little devil insisted he dress so properly, making him completely out of place. He was annoyed, "Hmph! We look like we're from outer space!"

The crisp military

uniform made Qianfan look exceptionally handsome, attracting many admiring glances, which surprised the little devil. He hated the stares directed at Qianfan, like someone eager to hide their treasure. He pulled Qianfan to a secluded corner. Qianfan had been clinging to the dining table, refusing to leave, as it held his favorite desserts. Mingye had no choice but to push him onto a sofa in the corner and have Xiaoyue fetch him some delicate, soft tiramisu.

Seeing Qianfan happily accept the cake, the little devil pouted, "The baby's already born, and you still like sweet and sour things so much, like a little kid."

Qianfan was embarrassed and bit his fork, unsure whether to eat it or not.

Luckily, Xiaoyue came to his rescue, "Master, don't mind the little prince, he's jealous of the cake. He's the one who's never grown up!"

The little devil wasn't annoyed, and chuckled as he hugged Qianfan's now slender waist, pressing his ear close to his belly, "Hehe, Qianfan has such a good appetite, could it be that you're pregnant with another baby inside?"

"How could that be?" Qianfan glared at him shyly and reproachfully. "We haven't... cough..." He quickly stopped, but Mingye was getting excited and pestered him, asking, "Nothing? Tell me, nothing, huh?"

At this moment, music drifted from the hall, and upon closer listening, it turned out to be "Forget-Me-Not"—

"Like the whispers of twilight, your melody is heartwarming, our eyes

embrace, revealing an eternal meaning."

Silently sprouting, it is the dew of a lifetime of love and longing drifting

in the spring breeze, stirring up the raging waves of reincarnation and destiny . The butterfly's dream slowly shatters, the distant sound climbs up the trembling figure , offering body and soul to the dark Milky Way , just to pray for your happiness. Quietly enduring the baptism of the river of love, letting the wasted time resound with the silent melody . The moon in the rainy night gradually becomes clear before my eyes. The endless storm, even if it shatters me to pieces , the dew of longing drifts in the spring breeze, not fading because of history's forgetting, merely hoping to convey to you. " Mingye sighed quietly, reluctantly getting up from Qianfan: "I'm going to the restroom." He instructed Lieyun and Yiquan to keep an eye on Qianfan and not let him wander off. "That's strange," Xiaoyue said, puzzled, "Who plays this kind of song at a birthday festival... Oh dear, Master, eat slowly, there are still many of these cakes on the table, water... water is here, be careful not to choke." " Mingye certainly wasn't going to the restroom; that song was the Crown Prince's urgent summons. When he arrived at the meeting room in the side hall, everyone else was already there, even the Holy Dragon Prince who was preparing to dance. Their strange clothes and solemn expressions were quite incongruous. Mingye suppressed a laugh, looking at the messy bunch of creatures, with a carrot in the middle. "You're too late!" the carrot complained, scolding him to his face, "Everyone's been waiting for you!" Mingye swallowed his anger and stepped forward to bow, "I'm sorry, Your Highness." The Crown Prince didn't make things difficult for him anymore, gesturing for everyone to look at the scene on the screen. The monitors locked onto several humans. Mingye immediately recognized them as members of the Mi Kingdom's royal family. One of them... Ah, what a coincidence, he's here too? Mingye touched his chest, still remembering the arrow that pierced his chest that day, almost costing him his life. The wound had healed, but the memory still caused a dull ache. Shouwang Luoyue—a name he would never forget—was the human who had tried to take away the Holy Dragon Prince and wounded him with a celestial arrow at the Dragon Clan's wedding banquet. "Based on the data analysis we've gathered over the past few years, we have strong reason to believe that the mastermind behind the manipulation of human society's resource flow is the Mi Kingdom." The Crown Prince glanced at Mingye intentionally or unintentionally. "Unfortunately, for some reason, we lost the opportunity to investigate the Mi Kingdom before the birth festival." " Hearing his words, everyone's accusing gazes turned to Mingye. Mingye lowered his head and remained silent, but inwardly he was indignant: 'Tch, it's not like I'm indispensable. If the investigation is so important, couldn't you have sent someone else, Your Highness? You're clearly just using this as an excuse! ' 'Then,' the Holy Dragon Prince stepped forward to shield Mingye from many of the sharp gazes, 'what is the purpose of Your Highness summoning us here at this time?' ' Our intelligence personnel have deciphered one of their operational codes.' The Crown Prince's face was as cold as frost. 'The royal family of Mi Kingdom who came to the birth festival are preparing to carry out a secret operation tonight.' He looked up at everyone present: 'That is, to kidnap my younger brother—Prince Shen Tiankui.'"

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