[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - 31-33

The Legend of Heavenly Souls (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 255:

Every member of the Demon Royal Family possesses their own sword. The Cold Moon Blade is thin and light, radiating a silvery light like moonlight, with the character "冥" (Ming) engraved on its hilt.

While dodging the opponent's attacks, Ming Ye carefully examined the sword in his hand.

The boy's attacks were fluid and melodious, each strike like a continuous note on a musical score, perfect and flawless—a death symphony that left no room for respite.

Seven-Step Sword!

Each move consists of seven steps; at its peak, within seven steps, one can seal off all escape routes.

Ming Ye, unarmed, barely dodged the boy's forty-nine-step attack.

Disbelief flashed in the boy's eyes. He gathered spiritual energy and unleashed it from the sword's edge, sweeping it horizontally. The killing intent instantly tore through the night, a silver arc like an ice wheel, its force penetrating hundreds of feet.

Mingye retreated swiftly, a chill running down his neck, followed by a searing pain. Blood spurted out with a hissing sound. The distance was still not safe. He tried to retreat further, but his steps were blocked. Looking back, he saw a towering ancient tree behind him, its trunk requiring ten people to encircle it.

The killing intent arrived in an instant. The young man moved with lightness, stepping silently on the leaves, and was already before him. "Where do you think you're going?" He gripped his sword with both hands, charging forward and plunging it into Mingye's chest. A smile played on his lips, as if he were savoring the sound of the blade piercing flesh, as if it were the most beautiful celestial music.

Mingye muttered, "Guiyi, you spendthrift! Besides eating, drinking, and having fun, have you even bothered to train properly? Why are your movements so sluggish and slow? Did you grow up eating lard?!"

"Instant teleportation?" The boy stared blankly at the sword embedded in the tree trunk. "This is a profound secret technique of the royal family. You actually know how to use it?" He flicked his wrist, and the blade sliced through the tree trunk as easily as cutting tofu. The giant tree, several meters in diameter, crashed to the ground in an instant, and the crows and sparrows that had been roosting there at night fluttered away in panic. He turned and looked at the boy not far away, clutching his neck and covered in blood, a look of admiration on his face. "It's rare to encounter such a powerful expert in the mortal realm."

The wound on his neck was only a cut, not affecting any vital organs, but this body was borrowed; if he damaged it, he wouldn't be able to explain it to Guiyi. What to do? Mingye pondered. There were other demons in the Mi Kingdom's palace. If he used his Heavenly Soul Power, his false identity would be easily exposed. But without spiritual power, capturing him alive was no easy task.

It was a real problem.

"Hey, take this, I'll lend you this sword." The watcher Luo Yue, who had been observing from the sidelines, suddenly tossed him the sword.

Mingye caught it.

Hmph! This cunning fellow wouldn't be kind enough to help him. This man was simply happy to stand aside and watch the show, hoping the two demons would be severely weakened before he could clean up the mess.

However, even if he was unwilling, he still had to borrow the sword; Mingye had no choice.

For a skilled swordsman, holding a completely unfamiliar weapon, from the moment his hand touched the hilt, he consciously or unconsciously adjusted his aura with the sword, accurately judging its feel, weight, hardness, and sharpness, achieving perfect coordination between his movements and the weapon in the shortest possible time, unleashing the sword's maximum power.

From the moment he took the sword in his hand, the boy's expression turned serious. He could tell that his opponent was a top-tier swordsman.

Even before the fourth prince of the Shayunluo clan, Mingye's swordsmanship had never truly been displayed. The Shayunluo clan was renowned throughout the Three Realms for its swordsmanship, and when the fourth prince taught him martial arts, Mingye refused to touch a sword no matter what. The opportunity of being personally instructed by the God of War was something others would kill for, yet he was beaten black and blue, still stubbornly refusing to learn, much to the fourth prince's exasperation.

Mingye had never told anyone that when he killed his brother with the Cold Moon Blade, he developed an instinctive fear of swords. Whenever he held a sword hilt, he would recall the scene, and regret and self-blame would prevent him from drawing his sword again. But now, he had to overcome this psychological shadow, because without a sword, he probably couldn't defeat the boy before him.

Mingye smiled bitterly, and under the bright moonlight, the sword slowly unsheathed.

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 256

"My lord, the young master is in trouble."

Hearing the voice coming directly from his mind, Shen Tiankui wasn't surprised at all. Sitting by the window under the moonlight, reading, he lazily closed the thick legal code. Looking up at the night sky, the bright moon was almost full, only lacking the scythe-like shadow of its waning phase. On the night of the full moon, his soul would regain its freedom, no longer bound by the Thousand Isles Binding Curse.

The voice in his mind seemed to convey two kinds of anxiety in response to his silence: "My lord..."

"Let him be!" Kui replied impatiently, "I warned him long ago not to hunt near the palace for convenience. He brought this upon himself."

"Yes, I understand." The voice stammered, "But this time is different. This time it's a bit tricky..."

Shen Tiankui had no interest in listening any further.

“My lord, I’m afraid you must intervene.” The other party refused to give up and continued to plead in a low voice, “The young master is trapped in a barrier he set up himself and is engaged in a fierce battle with someone. If we don’t stop them from fighting immediately, I’m afraid…”

“Fierce battle?” Shen Tiankui finally understood what he meant: “You mean someone can fight him to a draw?”

“Not a draw, the young master is at a disadvantage.”

Kui chuckled coldly: “Clan Chief Chenglong, are you joking? I know his skills very well, no human can be his match.”

“No… not human.” Even through the low voice, one could hear a trace of unease in Clan Chief Chenglong’s voice, “The person fighting the young master is… my little nephew—Guiyi.”

Once again, the boy was knocked to the ground, the Cold Moon Blade in his hand emitting a “buzzing” alarm, but Mingye didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath and calm down. With a light touch of his toes on the ground, he instantly darted over like an arrow. The boy could only grit his teeth and raise his sword to meet the attack. Their exchange was too fast; the onlookers were completely bewildered, seeing only two streaks of silver light flashing and clashing in the air, accompanied by the constant clanging of swords. But both sides knew perfectly well that the outcome was already decided.

"What kind of monster are you?" the boy cried, exhausted and knowing that continuing would only lead to a more crushing defeat, yet unwilling to concede. His opponent was too strong, using a swordsmanship he had never seen before. His wrist moved subtly, the sword in his hand like a swan spreading its wings, the light flowing and transforming into countless continuous feathers. He initially thought it was just an afterimage, but after one move, he realized his mistake. The sword light flashed too fast; he couldn't discern which of the continuous flashes was the true blade. Once he guessed wrong, it was too late to remedy the situation. If his opponent hadn't shown mercy, he would likely have died a hundred times over.

"Wow, here we go again." The boy, disregarding his appearance, darted quickly into the depths of the woods, where the tall trees and dense grass offered some cover.

Mingye had originally planned to knock him unconscious and take him away, but the boy was quite skilled, wasting considerable time. He resolved that even if it meant injuring his opponent, he couldn't afford to waste any more time; he had to end the fight immediately. Standing outside the woods, he channeled his inner energy into his sword, and the ordinary sword gleamed with a chilling light in his hand. He softly uttered the name of his sword technique: "Surprising Feather!" As soon as he finished speaking, the sword rang out with a clear "clang," transforming into a thousand white feathers. The slashing cold light cleanly severed the vegetation in the woods, leaving only a meter or so of ground, exposing anyone hiding inside.

"Whoa—!!" The boy quickly raised his Cold Moon Blade to protect himself, but even that couldn't withstand the impact, and he was uncontrollably sent flying through the air.

Following his retreating trajectory, Mingye used teleportation to be one step ahead, sealing him behind and aiming at the back of his neck, intending to knock him unconscious with the butt of his sword. Unexpectedly, the boy suddenly turned around, activating his Heavenly Soul and striking with a palm. Absolute zero cold air, like a waterfall cascading from the heavens, mixed with countless sharp ice spikes, shot towards Mingye's head and face. The range was too large, and dodging was futile. Mingye returned his sword to protect himself, his swordsmanship slightly changing. This time, the sword light was delicate and swift, swirling around him like fireflies, sparse yet thorough, shattering every ice spike that approached him.

The boy was dumbfounded, forgetting that the two were still fighting, and stammered, "What kind of technique is this?" He had never seen anyone use only a sword to resist the power of the Heavenly Soul.

Mingye had no intention of showing off; he only wanted to take the boy away quickly and extract useful information: "This move is called 'Drunken Cherry Blossom.' I'm about to unleash my final attack." Human swords were indeed much less powerful. If he were holding his own sword, the barrier he had erected would likely have already crumbled. He hadn't fully mastered the power of his new weapon, so he frankly warned, "I don't want to kill you, but I rarely use this move either . I'm afraid I might not be able to control the force and injure you. Be careful and take precautions."

The boy was both amused and exasperated. Who talks to their opponent like that? If it weren't for his serious expression, one might think he was arrogant and disdainful, even mocking his opponent.

"Final move—Dancing Moon!"

As the sword was swung fiercely, a force silently infiltrated, creating an even more solid barrier, this time excluding all humans. As the sword energy swept across the battlefield, countless black tentacles darted through the air. A dark figure embraced the defenseless demon youth, and the sky full of black feathers, like black holes absorbing light and heat, completely blocked the power of the sword strike. The sword light dissipated, and Mingye coldly stared at the suddenly appearing uninvited guest—Kui!

The tentacles rustled back into Shen Tiankui's body, and he transformed into human form, his long, flowing purple-gold hair trailing behind him, resembling the most handsome and noble Prince Kui of the Heavenly Palace.

"Such formidable swordsmanship. As far as I know, there is only one person in the world who can wield a sword with such divine skill." He shielded the youth behind him, then turned to face "Young Master Guiyi," who stood holding a sword.

The boy behind him was clearly terrified, clutching his clothes tightly and apologizing repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry..."

Kui frowned slightly, subtly pushing the boy aside, and stepped closer to "Returning Wing," thoughtfully looking him up and down: "When I last saw you, I remember your swordsmanship was far inferior to what it is today. It's only been a few months, but you've improved considerably."

From the darkness beside him emerged a man—Clan Chief Chenglong. He stepped in front of his nephew and knelt respectfully before Shen Tiankui: "Master, this child was reckless, Tang..." "Young Master has been rude. His upbringing is poor, but please, my lord, forgive him this time, considering his ignorance and lack of guilt." He then turned to his nephew's hand and commanded, "Guiyi, why don't you kneel down and apologize to the young master? Don't just stand there like a block of wood."

The nephew shook off his hand, walked to the side, and planted his sword upside down in the ground. "Ha, I've long found it strange that the patriarch of Chenglong, one of the three great noble families of the Demon Palace, would deign to bow down to humans. It turns out it was just a smokescreen." He feigned ignorance, saying, "You've submitted to the Heavenly Palace."

"What Heavenly Palace?!" Clan Chief Chenglong was so angry at his nephew's rudeness that he puffed out his beard. "The Lord is the rightful heir to the Demon Realm! His mother is the former Demon Lord's elder sister—Empress Tisfia. I'll tell you all about this later. Come here and apologize first. You little fool, how did you end up fighting with the young master?" Clan Chief Chenglong stood up and pulled his reluctant nephew in front of the boy he had just fought.

The nephew raised his chin and complained, "He just ate people, and I caught him." Before he could finish speaking, he received a sharp rap on the head from his uncle.

"You brat, who are you talking to?" He pressed down on the back of his nephew's head, forcing him to lower his head. "This is your first time seeing him, isn't it? This is the former Demon Lord's biological son, the real Prince Mingye." As soon as he said this, Clan Chief Chenglong clearly felt the child in his arms tremble, but because he had his head down, no one could see his expression at that moment. Chief Cheng Long thought that he had finally realized he had offended someone he couldn't afford to offend and was now feeling fear, so he softened his tone and advised, "Come, apologize to the young prince." After a long while, just when everyone thought that the extremely proud "Young Master Guiyi" wouldn't speak, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry..."

His uncle breathed a sigh of relief and quickly interjected, "This child has been staying in Shuntian City and thinks that imposter is the young prince. He doesn't know anything, so please don't blame him."

"Alright, it's just a misunderstanding." Shen Tiankui gestured for Chief Chenglong to release his grip. He glanced behind him. "Let's leave it at that for tonight. Anyway, Prince Mingye wasn't injured."

The boy behind him was quite magnanimous, immediately clapping his hands and saying, "Since our lord has spoken, I won't pursue the matter further. However," he walked up to "Guiyi," took his hand, and looked at him with admiration, "Your swordsmanship is amazing! You're practically my idol! Hey, hey, hey, let's be friends, okay? Can you teach me? Those moves just now..."

Kui also walked over. He walked up to them and said, “To have made such progress in such a short time is already quite remarkable. People often say ‘a great teacher produces great students,’ so the truly remarkable person isn’t you, it’s your teacher.” He looked at Guiyi, whose face was a little pale, and asked with a smile, “He taught you, didn’t he?”

Guiyi seemed a little slow to process what was going on. He blinked and asked blankly, “Who?”

Kui almost rolled her eyes. This guy had just been so sharp-tongued and sarcastic towards her uncle, but now he suddenly seemed dull and lost in thought. Kui glared at him irritably: "Mingming, didn't he teach you how to teleport?"

"Guiyi" looked up at Shen Tiankui for a moment before suddenly coming to his senses and said, "Ah, yes, it was him." "

He even taught you his most powerful moves. It seems Mingming cares a lot about you as his disciple. How about this, you submit to me and come with me to the Demon Realm."

Chief Chenglong was protective of his young nephew and did not want him to be involved in the conflicts of the three realms: "My lord, this child's mind is not yet settled. It would be too much to force him to go to the Netherworld now. His parents don't know yet..."

Shen Tiankui narrowed his eyes slightly, and his killing intent immediately silenced Chief Chenglong.

Gui Yi smiled faintly, "I still have too many things to understand, it's too early to talk about submission, but it wouldn't hurt to go with you to broaden my horizons." (

From *Tianhun Zhuan* (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth), Chapter 257)

The night of the full moon is when the demon race's power is at its strongest. After careful deliberation by the cabinet ministers of Shuntian City, it was finally decided to designate the next full moon night as Independence Day, activating the nuclear magnetic reactor beneath Shuntian City to give the Endless Palace enough power to rise into the air, controlling the airspace between the Heavenly Palace and the human world, becoming a floating city with powerful military capabilities.

This was a massive and arduous project that allowed no room for error. Just secretly transferring all 30,000 survivors living in Shuntian City to the Endless Palace without the Heavenly Palace's surveillance was already quite difficult. Fortunately, the construction of the Endless Palace was nearing completion, so there was no need to worry about it further. The activity space, light, air, water, and food needed for 30,000 people were not a problem there. Its estimated maximum capacity was 80,000 people, more than enough to handle the current number.

Once this underground city rises into the air, it will have a certain impact on the earth's crust. At that time, the land will sink, and the seawater will fill the gap. The entire towering Shuntian City will probably not escape the fate of collapsing and then sinking into the deep sea.

With less than ten days until the full moon, the ministers, experts, and technicians of the Demon Palace were working tirelessly, discussing the details of the relocation every minute. Everyone was extremely busy, with interdepartmental meetings coming one after another. To avoid arousing suspicion, this tension and busyness had to be suppressed under an atmosphere of calm that seemed no different from usual, leaving everyone exhausted. Demon Lord Hengye had forgotten whether he had slept for ten hours in the past week. His body was only suited for rest, not for exertion. But he stubbornly ignored the advice of others, forcing himself to work tirelessly for more than ten days without sleep, repeatedly discussing and researching with officials and experts. Finally, during today's meeting, he couldn't hold on any longer. He suddenly turned pale, then his chest heaved, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, frightening everyone.

The Demon Lord was immediately sent back to his palace, where he was cared for by Queen Qianyuna.

Holding his hand, the young queen's eyes were filled with tears. Since witnessing her father's murder three years ago, this poor girl had been unable to speak. She sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her husband's bloodless face, silently pleading, "Please, don't let anything happen to you." The sight terrified her; she couldn't bear the grief of losing another loved one.

Hengye smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, I can hold on. Just a few more days, and the demon people will be truly free."

After three years of living together day and night, Qianyunai knew his temperament very well. His magnanimity and kindness could easily be mistaken for weakness and compromise, but when he truly decided to accomplish something, to achieve a goal, his stubbornness was unyielding. The queen could only obediently nod.

Temporarily setting aside state affairs, Demon Lord Hengye's greatest worry was his younger brother. He had been in the Mi Kingdom for some time, but there had been no news of him. Hengye wanted to send someone to bring his brother back, but he feared the boy might be planning something, and his sudden visit would disrupt his plans. After much deliberation, Hengye lay in bed, unable to sleep, exhausted, yet his mind swirling with increasing clarity.

He opened his eyes and suddenly heard someone call "Brother!" He sat up, and a young boy's figure flashed past the door. "Mingming!" He threw off the covers and rushed out of bed to chase after him, completely ignoring the urgent pleas of his wife and the palace maids behind him.

"Mingming!" The little fellow returned without even saying goodbye, and hurriedly ran off somewhere again.

He scolded him inwardly, but was overjoyed that his brother had returned home. "Hey, Mingming, wait for me, I have something to tell you..." The familiar figure disappeared again around the corner of the corridor. Hengye chased after him, breathless, leaning against the wall and cursing, "You brat, the more I call you, the faster you run away. Are you deliberately ignoring me?"

Perhaps he really couldn't hear.

Hengye felt a pang of pain in his heart. The imperial physician had told him that the young prince had lost hearing in his left ear. His brother had lost hearing after being slapped by him. He was the one who broke it. Hengye was filled with remorse, blaming himself for losing control in his anger and not considering the consequences. He had raised his hand to punish his younger brother, causing irreparable harm. "

Mingming, do you hate me?" After catching his breath, Hengye quickly chased after him.

He searched every place his brother usually liked to go, one by one, like when they played hide-and-seek as children.

"Brother, brother, find me, find me quickly!" He could almost hear the child's happy voice pleading with him.

Hengye suddenly felt like crying, but he smiled instead: "Don't worry, this time, I'll definitely find him."

He searched everywhere, finally arriving at his brother's palace. If he couldn't find him here, he couldn't imagine where Mingye could have gone. Perhaps he had just imagined it, and his brother hadn't even returned?

"Mingming..." He pushed open the door and entered the desolate palace. No one had lived there for a long time; the bed and furnishings remained exactly as their owner had left them. He saw a person sitting on the terrace, a thin figure with long, gray hair that looked like a bubble in the sunlight, as if it would burst at the slightest touch. The child turned to look at him, a clean, innocent smile on his face, so familiar, just like before. "Brother."

He hadn't been seeing things; Mingming really had returned.

Mingye raised the wine bottle in his hand. "How about having a drink with me?"

"You have such a leisurely time," Hengye walked onto the terrace, where mist filled the air, and he could almost reach out and grasp the cotton-like blue clouds. And he, once, had held his younger brother and leaped from here. Now, the two brothers sat side by side, memories flooding back—the years they had spent together, the happy, the sad, the love, the hate—all scattered by the wind with the clouds, drifting far away, unreachable. He sat beside his brother, complaining, "I'm so busy, ha, and you're hiding here drinking?" His tone was indulgent. He took the glass, filled himself a glass, and downed it in one gulp. Due to his poor health, his diet had always been strictly controlled. The last time he had enjoyed a hearty drink was probably eight lifetimes ago.

He downed three glasses of strong liquor before letting out a deep breath, feeling incredibly refreshed. His younger brother, unusually, didn't interfere at all, only resting his head on his hand and smiling slightly, letting him indulge himself, drinking as much as he wanted.

The alcohol relaxed his nerves, allowing those buried deep within, those most genuine feelings, to break through all barriers and easily come out of his mouth.

"Mingming, I'm sorry, your ears… I was too angry back then, are you still mad at me?"

"Ah," Mingye hadn't expected that after finally meeting and sitting down peacefully, the first thing his brother would bring up would be this. What wasn't more important? Shouldn't he have talked to him about the progress of the Endless Underground Palace first? Mingye scratched his head: "It's okay, don't worry about it. Even if you hadn't hit me that day, these ears would have been ruined sooner or later. Besides, I really deserved it. Hehe." His smile was forced.

Even Hengye could see that his younger brother's eyes were a little strange, hiding many things. The smile didn't reach his eyes; he merely forced a smile. "It'll go bad sooner or later? What do you mean?" This little guy spoke like a riddle.

"Sigh, nothing special," Mingye brushed it off, changing the subject: "The date has been set, hasn't it?"

The Demon Lord paused, realizing his brother was referring to the unveiling of the Endless Underground Palace: "Set for the next full moon."

Mingye said "Oh," took a sip of wine, and squinted: "That's a good day." He stretched comfortably, then rested his chin on his hand, gazing into the distance: "By then, Shuntian City will have sunk to the bottom of the sea." He reminisced about the past, as if he saw himself kneeling before the gods, begging—the memory so vivid, as if it had happened just yesterday. “Brother, perhaps you don’t know, but Shuntian City was built only after I begged the Heavenly Emperor and borrowed money from the Heavenly Palace. Heh,” he laughed again, “like a beggar, when I thought of my people, dignity and such things were utterly insignificant. I bowed my head and kowtowed. The people all cursed me for being subservient to the Heavenly Palace, but in reality, I did far more shameful things behind the scenes, things they don’t know.”

The Demon Lord looked at his younger brother in astonishment; he truly knew nothing of this. After Shuntian City was built, everyone moved in, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They never considered why the Demon Clan could build a city in the most prosperous part of the Heavenly Palace, having their own foothold. Blinded by hatred, their hearts were filled with resentment and blame, thinking only of revenge, of perishing together with their enemies; nothing else mattered.

And his younger brother was the only one who possessed a pair of calm eyes amidst the hatred.

Mingye continued, "Actually, we weren't completely desperate, but I invested all the remaining funds into the construction of the Endless Underground Palace. Since we were already in a sorry state, we took the opportunity to beg for mercy from the Heavenly Palace, making the gods think we had nothing left, lowering their guard, and even giving us a large sum of money. Thus, Shuntian City was built."

Hengye felt his cheeks burning with shame. He hadn't contributed a single ounce of effort during the Demon Clan's most difficult time, reaping the benefits without lifting a finger, and still harboring resentment towards his brother for murdering his fraternal and usurping the throne. He softly said, "I'm sorry, Mingming, I didn't know... and you never told me either."

Sensing his unease, Mingye quickly stopped him: "I didn't mean anything by this, I just wanted to remind you that Shuntian City is merely a transitional tool; the Endless Underground Palace is the true hope for leading our people to freedom. I've entrusted this hope to you, brother. My mission is over. How we use this fortress from now on is entirely up to you."

Hengye sensed something amiss and was secretly alarmed. He grabbed his brother's hand: "Mingming, why do you say that? Do you intend to stay in Mi Kingdom and never return, never again to advise the Demon Clan on their future?" Mingye

gently withdrew his hand: "Brother, have you forgotten? From the moment I handed over the Regent's Seal, didn't we agree that I would no longer participate in the Demon Clan's politics?" He patted his brother's hand reassuringly, then filled the wine cups in front of them and placed one in his brother's hand. "No need to rush, listen to me."

Hengye took the cup and hurriedly drank it all in one gulp. He drank too fast and too quickly; what he couldn't swallow immediately dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Mingye looked at him apologetically, but what he was about to tell his brother was good news for him. "You know, brother, I'm not actually your brother," he whispered, revealing the truth.

Hengye's eyes widened, speechless. That forced smile reappeared on his brother's face. "I have nothing to do with you. I... I don't even have a name. I'm just a tool created by the gods." Mingye stroked the glass in his hand, trying to keep his tone calm, as if stating something unrelated to himself: "Your father and mother, the previous Demon Lord and Queen, are not dead. They live in seclusion in another world, and your real brother, Prince Mingye, is with them."

Hengye grabbed his brother's collar: "Mingming, what nonsense are you talking about? This kind of joke is not funny at all. There should be a limit to pranks! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll get angry."

"I have only one request." Mingye's eyes were red. "Cousin Linmei was the person you loved most, and I killed him with my own hands. I understand the pain of losing a lover. So I don't ask for your forgiveness, nor do I ask that you continue to love me, but at least, please forget me, forget the mistakes I made, forget the bad things I did, forget this ruthless person... Don't hold a grudge against me, this is my only request." Mingye hugged his brother's waist, burying his face in his chest, just like when he was a child, when he encountered something unpleasant and felt wronged, he would hug his brother and cry loudly. But this time he couldn't cry, he had to smile and bless his brother.

"I've met your real brother. He's a very good and well-behaved child, kind and cheerful, and loves to laugh. He's completely different from me. He has many friends, and his parents love him very much. I stole his name and identity, and I also stole the love that you should have given him. But I'm like this, making you sad... Brother, really... I'm so sorry..." Tears streamed down his face, he choked up, but still wanted to finish what he had to say. "So please forget me, don't remember my bad points. Let me have one less thing to worry about and regret, okay?"

"Mingming, what are you saying?" For a moment, Hengye couldn't accept it at all; it was too bizarre and absurd, making him dizzy. He wanted to ask again, but Mingye gently pushed him away. Wiping the marks from his face with his sleeve, he said, "Besides your younger brother, you actually have an older brother. For some reason, he can't reveal his identity, but he didn't go to the other world and has been silently watching over you. Soon, you'll be reunited as a family."

"Mingming..." The child before him gradually became transparent, and Hengye panicked. "Where are you going? You came back and told all this nonsense, and then you abandoned your brother to go back to that human kingdom?"

"I'm glad you still allow me to call you brother," Mingye chuckled, this time a genuine laugh. "This is the last time we'll meet. Shuntian City is my city. All my happiest and saddest times were spent here. I once thought of leaving it for the one I loved, but now I have nowhere else to go. This was my only way home, the only thing that truly belongs to me. No matter where I go, I will eventually return here."

"Mingming!" Hengye woke up abruptly in bed, finding himself still in his palace bed. His younger brother hadn't returned; it had all been a dream, a very real dream. He gasped for breath, covering his face with his hands. Someone handed him a warm towel: "Take this and wipe your face." It wasn't a palace maid or his queen. Heng Ye looked up in surprise. Standing by the bed was a tall man, his face cold as ice, but his eyes betrayed a hint of worry.

"Grand Tutor Wei Chen, what brings you here?" Heng Ye was deeply puzzled by the man's sudden appearance at his bedside.

Wei Chen smiled slightly, speaking with unusual concern, "The servants said you fainted, so I came to see if you're alright."

Meanwhile, back at the Heavenly Palace,

the Crown Prince, who had a penchant for his younger brother, had been waiting and waiting. So many days had passed, and there was still no news from the Mi Kingdom. His patience had finally worn thin. He ran to his father, the Heavenly Emperor, and said, "I can't rely on Mingming anymore. I must personally lead the army to bring Xiaokui back."

The Heavenly Emperor was playing Go with the Fourth Prince, both of them clearly preoccupied with their own thoughts. Hearing his eldest son's words, the Heavenly Emperor frequently played Go as if it were a game of Connect Four, but fortunately, his opponent was also distracted, thinking he was playing Ludo. The situation on the board resembled two elementary school students playing a game.

The Heavenly Emperor placed a white piece on the board, blocking out all his own white pieces, but he didn't notice: "It was you who stole the decree and gave it to Mingming, asking him to release the Dark Emperor. It was also you who entrusted him with bringing Kui back. The saying goes, 'If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them.' Now, before the game is even over, you're already regretting it?"

"I truly regret it. I shouldn't have trusted the demons so easily." Crown Prince Shen Tianwang gritted his teeth. "They're all treacherous and cunning, not a single one of them is good. That little rascal Mingming is so cunning and easily swayed. After a few nights of whispering in the Dark Emperor's ear, he'll probably lose his bearings. I can't trust him! I'll go myself. If the Dark Emperor refuses to return Xiao Kui, I'll bombard his palace with cannon fire! I'm not afraid of his Taiji Orders."

The Heavenly Emperor rubbed his temples, stared at the chessboard for a while, and asked the Fourth Prince opposite him uncertainly, "This area... here, can I capture your white pieces?"

The Fourth Prince looked up at him strangely, "I'm playing with black pieces. You can decide for yourself whether you can capture your own pieces."

His mind was in turmoil, and he rattled off a series of tongue twisters, making the Heavenly Emperor annoyed and lower his head, "Oh, right, I'm playing with white pieces."

"Father!" The Crown Prince urged him impatiently from below the steps. "I received a secret report that the Demon Clan has been acting strangely lately. It's very likely that this is some kind of underhanded scheme . If they harbor ulterior motives, incite the Demon Clan to join forces with humans, and have taken Xiao Kui hostage, then the Heavenly Palace will be at their mercy."

The Heavenly Emperor glanced at the Fourth Prince, noticing his furrowed brows, clearly troubled not by the current chess game. The Heavenly Emperor coughed lightly, causing the prince's brows to furrow even deeper, but he remained lost in thought, offering no response. They understood each other implicitly. The Heavenly Emperor waved to the Crown Prince: "Go, go. Remember to leave some room for maneuver in everything you do. Don't go too far. You need to know your limits..."

The Fourth Prince, who had been silent all along, suddenly picked up a black piece and slammed it down in front of him: "Checkmate!"

The Heavenly Emperor rolled his eyes helplessly: "We're playing Go. What kind of checkmate are you talking about!" (The following is a separate, unrelated excerpt from a different text)

: The Heavenly Soul Chronicles (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 258:

Ancient books record this as the Netherworld, located in a different time and space from the original world. At first glance, this place seems desolate. There's no sunlight; everything is gloomy and overcast. The sky is a dark purplish-red, and the ground is barren of vegetation, mostly just gray-black sand and gravel. Due to the lack of sunlight, the temperature is low, probably around five to eight degrees Celsius, similar to the temperature in the original world.

But the creatures here are incredibly strange and interesting. There's a plant called the "Life and Dream Flower," whose flowers are as large as a bed, with a core like a thick sponge. When someone lies inside, the petals immediately close, and the sweet, pleasant fragrance can influence their brainwaves, giving them their most desired dream. In this dream, the person often experiences extreme joy or sorrow, with very intense emotional changes. The flower absorbs the dream's energy and withers the next day, bearing fruit.

"Brother Guiyi, Brother Guiyi..." a clear, melodious voice called out in their ear.

"How annoying!" That real young prince is bothering him again. Mingye kept his eyes closed, intending to pretend to be asleep and ignore him, hoping he would give up.

But the other party wasn't so easy to deal with. In a few swift movements, he climbed onto the "One Life, One Dream" flower, pried open a petal, and crawled inside. Seeing the person inside curled up on their side, he felt no guilt for disturbing Mingye's peaceful sleep. He gently brushed aside the silver hair at Mingye's temple and put his mouth to his ear: "Brother Guiyi, don't sleep, teach me swordsmanship."

Mingye jolted awake, goosebumps rising all over his body in protest.

"Awake, awake!" The boy was overjoyed, half-helping, half-pushing him to sit up, and even massaged his shoulders ingratiatingly. "You've been in the Netherworld for almost two days, why have you been hiding in the 'One Life, One Dream' flower sleeping so soundly? There are many fun things here that you didn't have in your original world. I'll show you. Come on!"

Mingye was still a little groggy from just waking up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, feeling a slight headache.

The boy considerately massaged his temples: "Your head hurts, doesn't it? This flower can give you sweet dreams, but it also absorbs a lot of brain energy, which can cause headaches or memory loss as a side effect. You'd better not come here to sleep too often."

Here again! Why not? I'd be willing to sleep here to death if I could have sweet dreams and see the people I want to see. Mingye thought stubbornly.

Seeing his sleepy eyes and pouting lips, which had a very childlike cuteness, the real little prince chuckled. “Hey, Brother Guiyi…”

Just then, four children of similar age, two boys and two girls, ran up from below, chattering excitedly under the tree: “Your Highness, come down quickly! We’re planning to explore that forest to the north today, come along!”

The boy looked at Guiyi, then perched on a petal and called to his companions below, “We have guests today, I’m not going.”

“Guests?” The children were delighted and jumped onto the flowers. “Oh, it’s true!”

“A new face.”

“Never seen them before.”

“Hey, what’s your name? Where are you from?”

Mingye’s heavy eyelids were filled with only one thought—this flower is wonderful, it would be great to bring it back to his original world to plant.

He was in a daze until a snapping branch grazed his face, waking him with a cry of pain.

“What’s wrong, Brother Guiyi?” The real little prince, who had been leading the way, jumped back to him in a few leaps. “You got hurt by a branch? Does it hurt a lot?”

It didn’t hurt much, Mingye was just startled. Looking around, he realized he was no longer in the Dream of a Lifetime Flower Garden: "How did I get here?"

The other five were speechless at their new friend. "We asked you if you wanted to go on an adventure, and you nodded."

"I nodded?" Mingye felt wronged; he must have been dozing off. He yawned rather ungracefully: "Yeah, I'm still sleepy. I'm not going with you guys; I'm going back to sleep." Accustomed to being served and obeyed since childhood, the little devil was a completely willful and self-centered person. He didn't even look at his companions' expressions and just left.

"Brother Guiyi, be careful!" The boy's warning came a little too late. Half-asleep, Mingye bumped into something soft. He scratched his forehead, his hand covered in a bright green powder, feeling a little nauseous. He opened his blurry eyes, and a large face was right in front of him, staring at him. The face was very strange, with two dark, net-like compound eyes, a mouth with serrated teeth, and a long straw protruding from the middle.

Even the worldly-wise little demon king was stunned, only managing a scream of "Waaaaah!" after three seconds, retreating further and further back. Gradually, he made out what was in front of him—a moth taller than a man, the one that had just crashed into the fuzz on his abdomen. The demon had been eyeing the children who had trespassed on his territory for a long time, and now it was spreading its wings, blocking the path between two trees. Its mimicry was superb; the color of its wings blended perfectly with the surrounding scenery, making it almost invisible.

"Whahahahaha what is that?" Mingye didn't realize he was so afraid of insects. His palace was towering into the clouds, its windows spotless, and even flies and mosquitoes were rare. At most, he'd encountered a few bees flitting among the flowers. "Waaaaah..." he wailed, wiping the phosphorus powder from his head, almost crying out, "Does anyone have a tissue? Lend me one, please, waaaaah..."

Everyone laughed at him, but in the end, it was the legitimate young prince who showed some loyalty, taking out his own handkerchief and wiping the phosphorus powder from his head. Mingye's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Watch out, he's coming!" someone shouted.

The moth let out a cry like a baby crying, which sounded rather mournful upon closer listening. It flapped its wings, creating a strong wind, and the phosphorus powder flew towards the children.

"Hold your breath! The phosphorus powder is poisonous, don't inhale it! This monster loves to suck brains, everyone scatter!" The legitimate young prince gave the order, and the others immediately scattered in all directions.

The moth could tell that Mingye was the most afraid of the children. His eyes were wide with panic, his whole body trembling, and his reactions were even a beat slower than the others, so the moth locked onto him as its target.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" Mingye's scalp tingled with fear. He hurriedly drew his sword and snapped the giant worm in two.

The worm shrieked and crashed to the ground, its two halves convulsing, a pool of foul-smelling green liquid oozing from its severed mouth.

"This is bad." Just when Mingye thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard one of his companions say this. He realized that when the worm attacked, everyone had dodged, and no one had picked up a weapon to fight back.

"Get out of here!" The real prince grabbed him and ran off, the others quickly following.

Mingye knew something was wrong: "Why run? Can't we teleport away?"

As soon as he said this, the others gasped and looked at him with astonishment. "You know how to teleport? That's impressive. Only the young prince here knows how."

But the real young prince said, "Knowing how is not enough. In this forest, you absolutely cannot use spiritual power, or you will suffer terrible punishment from the forest. This is an inviolable law." A

rustling sound came from behind, making one's heart pound. It was getting closer and closer, like a large-scale migration of some kind of animal.

Mingye was curious and wanted to look back, but the real young prince quickly pulled him back: "Don't turn around! A moth has scared you like this. If you see what's behind you, won't you faint? I don't have the strength to protect a fainting person and escape!"

Mingye swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down, and cautiously asked, "Is a large swarm of those insects coming from behind?"

The other party replied, "Yes."

“They’re here for revenge,” a girl running beside them explained. “Because you just killed one of their companions, the scent emanating from the fluids of the Butterfly Unending creatures drives their kind mad. They’re a very united and loving species.”

“Butterfly Unending? What a bizarre name.” Mingye had barely finished speaking when his hand was pinched.

The real prince frowned. “Don’t criticize so carelessly! The name was given by the Lord. He loves these creatures and has ordered his demon subjects not to harm the Butterfly Unending creatures. He even catches a few to keep as pets from time to time. You were too reckless just now; the Lord will be angry if he finds out.”

The baby’s cries grew closer, and a chilling wind could be felt behind them. Because the girls’ skills weren’t up to par, they were slower, so everyone slowed down to match them. They were about to be surrounded by thousands of Butterfly Unending creatures, and the two girls were already panting, their movements becoming increasingly sluggish.

The real prince, pulling Mingye along, suddenly sped up, leaving the others behind.

“Hey, they can’t keep up, slow down.”

"There's no other way, we can't worry about them anymore. Let's escape first, then go back to the city for help."

"What?! You're going to abandon your people and run away!" Mingye stopped in his tracks, shaking off the other's hand: "No way! I won't do it!"

The other was taken aback, then retorted: "There's a difference in status. The royal family enjoys privileges and should be protected by their people."

"Nonsense! A king exists to protect his people. In times of crisis, instead of stepping forward and standing in their way, you think of yourself first, disregarding their lives. Do you deserve the title of Your Highness?"

While they were arguing, the others arrived. Countless butterflies spread their giant wings and surrounded them. The real prince's face had turned pale: "See? It's all your fault. Now no one can escape."

Mingye looked up at the sky full of flying insects, a sight that blotted out the sun. Strangely, whenever he thought about protecting others, he felt at ease.

Holding the sword, he said, "Everyone will be alright. Go back now, and you can still have dinner with your families." His calm and collected tone carried a sense of strategic brilliance, reassuring everyone and inspiring a strange trust and reliance. It was as if even a life-or-death crisis could be easily resolved in his hands.

"I'll create an opening. You all escape first. Don't worry about me. I know the way back; I'll get back to the city myself later."

Everyone exchanged glances. Regardless of whether their new acquaintance actually possessed the ability, they all admired him.

“Brother Guiyi…” The real little prince blushed, feeling ashamed in front of his companions, and desperately tried to save face: “The lord has ordered that the clansmen not be allowed to harm Die Die. You… you should just forget it, let’s escape together…”

“Stop rambling!” Mingye interrupted him, shouting back: “Are a few insects more important than human lives? Besides, I don’t offend others unless they offend me. These insects provoked us first, and now they’ve come in droves to seek revenge, ganging up on us. Do they really think we’re easy to bully?! If Shen Tiankui has any objections, let him come find me!”

His powerful spirit was truly impressive.

Mingye swung his sword, and with a move called “Jingyu,” he killed a swarm of moths, a beam of light shooting into the dark encirclement. "Let's go now!"

The real young prince drew his Cold Moon Blade and said to the others, "You go first, I'll cover the rear with Brother Guiyi. Hurry!" He and Mingye stood back to back, watching their four companions leave safely before he said, "How can we leave Brother Guiyi behind alone and let him take all the credit? So many butterflies have come, perfect, it gives me a chance to observe and learn Brother Guiyi's unique swordsmanship." Mingye laughed

, "Then you'd better remember this well, I'm leaving the Netherworld tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't have the chance to teach you a second time."

Their battle against the insects in the northern forest quickly ended due to the intervention of the demon army. When the two children were found, they were covered in sticky green insect fluid. Disgusted, Mingye immediately jumped into the bathtub as soon as he returned to his room, washing himself with hot water for over a dozen tubs, but he still couldn't get rid of the strange smell on his body. He figured if he kept washing, he'd probably peel off a layer of skin. He thought tastelessly, "Oh well, it's Guiyi's body anyway. I can just endure one more night. When I get back to Mi Kingdom tomorrow, I'll switch back to my own body. Who cares if Guiyi is moldy and smelly?"

Thinking this way, he finally felt relieved and stopped obsessing over the smell. He put on his bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. A palace servant came to deliver a message.

"Young Master Guiyi, the Lord invites you to his room for a gathering." Mingye thought irritably: Here it comes! After killing so many butterflies today, that perverted Kui is definitely going to find someone to vent his anger on. He resignedly grabbed a large towel, drying his wet hair as he ordered someone to lead the way: "Let's go, let's go."

The palace servant looked at his pajamas, somewhat embarrassed: "To see the master, young master should at least change into formal clothes..."

Mingye glanced at the dark night outside the window, annoyed: "It's so late, wearing pajamas is normal, isn't it? Do I have to put on makeup before seeing him?"

The palace servant had no choice but to fall silent, obediently leading the way, grumbling to himself: This young master has such a temper. The master's willingness to see him is already a great honor, and he doesn't even express gratitude, yet dares to put on airs?! He really doesn't know what's good for him.

When they arrived at Shen Tiankui's room, Mingye's wet hair was still dripping, and the back of his clothes was soaked through, the cold fabric clinging uncomfortably to his skin. Without a word, he kicked off his shoes, his wet feet leaving footprints on the snow-white plush carpet. He walked to a spot and sat down on the floor, simply drying his long hair with the towel.

Suddenly, two extremely familiar voices were heard conversing—

"Your Highness, come on, let me help you take a bath today."

"No, no, really, I can wash myself."

"You fainted in the bathroom the other day while trying to bathe yourself. I'm worried. Come on, let me serve you."

Mingye was startled and lifted his eyes from under the large towel. In front of him was a huge bronze mirror, showing a scene from the Mi Kingdom palace.

Guiyi, inside Mingye's body, cried out in frustration: It's already the second day, Your Highness, why aren't you back yet? I don't want to stay in your body anymore, not even for a second longer! Damn it, what's wrong with you? I'm in excruciating pain all day long, and your wife keeps coming to nag me to bathe. Let me tell you, it's not that I'm deliberately treating your wife like a maid and not letting her rest. She's been serving me diligently without complaint, so don't blame me.

Guiyi leaned against the edge of the bathtub, reaching into the water and playing with the hot spring.

Qianfan, standing to the side, removed his conservative nightgown, revealing a white silk shirt that just covered his buttocks. As he bent down to remove his pajama bottoms as well, his rounded buttocks faced Guiyi. Between his two snow-white, plump buttocks, a narrow crevice opened, vaguely revealing a tightly wrinkled pink chrysanthemum hidden within.

Guiyi's heart surged: "Qian...Qianfan, why are you taking off your own clothes to help me bathe?"

The man turned around, revealing two smooth, long, slender, and beautiful legs. Guiyi's eyes almost popped out of his head. Feeling both ashamed and delighted by his greedy gaze, Qianfan covered his front with one hand and his private parts with the other, stammering, "Taking off my coat...it'll be easier to help you bathe that way."

Guiyi stared at the part he was covering—Good heavens! Qianfan, was this an attempt to cover your shame, or to attract more attention?

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Next, Qianfan went to the young prince's side and helped him undress.

Yesterday, Guiyi had been writhing in pain on the bed, groaning and moaning, until the imperial physician's sedatives and painkillers finally silenced him. He drifted off to sleep like a dead fish, so this was the first time in the past two days that he had the chance to bathe, and also the first time he had the chance to see the young prince—naked!

Removing the light blue polar bear cub pajamas, Guiyi exclaimed in surprise: So thin! He pinched his arm; hmm, the skin was quite nice, smooth and tender, pinkish-white. Then, Qianfan tried to help him remove his underwear. Gui Yi quickly grabbed his trousers with both hands and shouted, "No! Qian Fan, leave this one!"

"Why?" Qian Fan noticed his embarrassment and asked amusedly, "How can you wash it while wearing pants? Is Your Highness shy? Hehe, don't mind, there's no part of you I haven't seen before." As he spoke, he reached out to pull at Gui Yi's white underwear.

Gui Yi's eyes widened. Qian Fan was such a pervert! He struggled in a final resistance: "I'll wash this myself, no need for you, I'll wash it myself!"

The two of them went back and forth, the cotton underwear rubbing against Gui Yi's crotch, and finally, with a "ripping" sound, it tore cleanly.

The two of them, four eyes, all looked at the pink stem peeking out from the ripped fabric. Yes, it was sensitively erect.

"How is this possible?!" Mingye, who was drying his hair in front of the bronze mirror, suddenly jumped up and threw the towel to the ground—his body should have been ruined long ago, and even if he felt aroused, he couldn't get an erection. But why did Guiyi regain his virility after he went in? He didn't understand!

Guiyi was sweating profusely, pressing hard on his half-erect penis, then chuckled at Qianfan: "This little thing is so delicate and cute! I can't suppress it, what should I do?"

His series of idiotic actions made Mingye want to vomit blood. He ran around the room like a little mouse, looking for a hole to crawl into.

Qianfan leaned over and kissed the little prince's thin purple lips, even sticking his soft tongue into the child's mouth.

He exuded a delicate fragrance, mixed with a sweet milky smell. Guiyi was bewitched at that moment, completely unable to move, his head spinning and his limbs weak. He couldn't help but think of the weak girl who had been kidnapped and bullied by her uncle, and who cried every day. At that time, he was the elder's exclusive possession, and he couldn't touch him. Later, he discovered that the other person was actually the little prince's most cherished treasure, and he didn't even dare to dream of it. But actually... but actually...

Guiyi reached out and held Qianfan's nape, pressing his head towards him, making their kiss even more intense.

But actually, from the first moment he saw Qianfan, he had already fallen in love with him! At this moment, he could finally face his true feelings.

"Little Prince..." Qianfan cried tears of joy. Ever since this child was brought to the Mi Kingdom, he had always been very resistant to him. Tonight was the first time the little prince had responded to him on his own initiative. "I... I..." Qianfan was very happy, but also very scared, not knowing how to please the little prince to make that rare tenderness last longer. "I...I'll help you wash...here..." He cautiously poured some shower gel into his palm and gently rubbed it onto the young prince's lower body. The half-soft, half-hard pink jade stem, under the gentle care of his hand, became even more aroused.

"Qianfan, stop...you...um..." A comfortable moan escaped from his nose. Speaking of age, Guiyi was two years older than Mingye, and had already had several beautiful concubines serving him for several years. He understood Qianfan's implication, and knew that if things continued, he would definitely lose control and do something to betray the young prince. "No, we can't do this. Qianfan, you are...you are the Dark Emperor."

Qianfan trembled. Sure enough, what the young prince cared about most was his status. He looked up sadly, his eyes filled with pleading—could it be that, just this one night, they could forget their respective positions, let their hearts draw closer again, and let this love return to its original state? "Your Highness, please, let me be yours." He was so humble, so pitiful, bending down to gently caress the child's crotch with his soft breasts, until the fabric of his chest was soaked through, revealing his pink nipples and the full breasts covered in clumps of foam.

Guiyi finally couldn't resist, pulling Qianfan's shoulders, pressing him to the ground, and pinning him down—yes! Qianfan was His Highness's, but tonight, he belonged only to him! The seed of desire exploded within him; countless nights he had dreamt of this man pleasing him beneath him, and now the dream had come true. Absurd and insane, he used another boy's body to cherish the one he had hidden deep in his heart. The body he had fantasized about day and night was right before his eyes, how beautiful! He could touch him, lick him, possess him to his heart's content, inch by inch, for a whole night to savor slowly, absolutely not letting any part of this exquisite body slip by...

"Ah! Ah!" Through the clothes, Qianfan's nipples were the first to be ravaged, forcefully pulled and pinched by the child's fingers, milk being squeezed out wave after wave from the small holes of the nipples, leaving two white, cloudy milk stains on the clothes. This rough action made Qianfan uncomfortable but dared not resist, only able to cry and groan: "Your Highness... uh, please don't... pinch me so hard... ah! It hurts..."

In front of the bronze mirror, witnessing all this happening, Mingye remained silent.

Another shadow appeared on the ground, and he shook his head with a tsk-tsk: "This person seems to never be able to distinguish between you and others."

Mingye smiled bitterly: "Yes, he's always been confused, there's nothing I can do about him."

Shen Tiankui hugged his waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder: "I'm different! I can tell who the real Mingming is at a glance."

He said this, but Mingye was unconvinced: "I don't believe you can still recognize me if I turn into a pig!"

"Hmph, do you think you're that far from being a pig?" Kui withdrew his spiritual power, and the image on the bronze mirror disappeared.

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 260

"Mingming, since you're here, don't leave. Stay and keep me company."

Mingye shook his head: "This body is borrowed. I have to return it tomorrow. Besides, the Illusionary Soul Curse can't last too long, otherwise it will harm both of my original bodies. I must leave tomorrow..."

"Bullshit! Bullshit!" Kui suddenly jumped up, "All of these are just excuses. I think you just want to go back to Mi Kingdom right now. You can't let go of the Dark Emperor, can you? You feel sorry for him seeing him being with another man!"

He was right. Just now, staring at the two people in the image, although Mingye didn't say anything and seemed to calmly accept everything, his heart was already like a pot of oil being overturned, suffering immense torment.

Why would he still care? He should have let go.

His silence seemed to confirm Kui's words. Shen Tiankui's eyes were cold and full of contempt. This person in front of her was ridiculously infatuated and unbearably foolish.

"You dare call others confused? You're the biggest fool! You think the Dark Emperor offered himself to you because he still has feelings for you?" Kui was furious at his lack of self-respect, grabbing his face with both hands and forcing him to look at her. "When will you wake up? Mingming, that person has been lying to you and using you from beginning to end. He never loved you. All that tenderness, those smiles, those tears, all that affection, it was all fake. He implanted a chip that wrote another personality into his brain to change his original personality, to pretend to be weak and helpless, to arouse your sympathy and protective instincts. The Dark Emperor himself is a cold and extreme person; he would even sell his own body as a weapon to achieve his goals. And the person you fell in love with was a complete fabrication, just a cold chip!"

"A chip?" Mingye lowered his eyelashes, murmuring softly, repeating, "The person I love is just a chip?" Then, strangely, a warm smile gradually appeared on his face. "So that's how it is, hehe..."

He could actually smile? "Could it be that he couldn't handle the blow and really went mad?" Kui was shocked and shook him hard on the shoulder. "Mingming?"

"Thank you for telling me all this, Kui." Mingye raised his head and smiled faintly. The person who had been desperate and lost had once again found a glimmer of hope. "So the one I loved was also a tool that was created, just like me, without even a name. How pathetic. But no matter what he is, as long as I was treated sincerely by him, my love is not a tragedy."

"You..." Shen Tian Kui stared wide-eyed in disbelief, looking at him as if he were an idiot. "You're hopeless!"

Overcome with anger, Kui suddenly attacked, striking Mingye's chest with a palm. That strike condensed the essence of his spiritual power and actually forced Mingye's primordial spirit out of his body.

Not expecting him to turn on him so quickly, Mingye didn't even have time to react before his hands and feet were bound by black tentacles that shot out of the ground like lightning. He couldn't move and opened his eyes to see Guiyi's body slump to the ground. "Shen Tiankui, what are you doing? Let me go back! A body without a soul will quickly decay."

Kui slowly approached him, her transparent spirit as ethereal as a wisp of smoke. Protected by powerful celestial soul energy, unlike a human soul which is merely a blurry white light, Mingye's spirit revealed its original form. A silver crystal with countless angles, resembling a small silver flame, slowly rotated in the space where his heart was located. It was alive, full of vitality. As some angles shattered and disappeared, new ones immediately grew and took shape on the other side, endlessly regenerating, dazzlingly beautiful, making all other light sources in the room pale in comparison.

Kui was amazed and reached out to pierce Mingye's spirit, trying to grasp the silver crystal in her hand.

The excruciating pain of the intrusion caused Mingye to scream in agony, "No... Kui, stop!" He trembled violently, his body convulsing.

Shen Tiankui snapped out of his daze and quickly withdrew his hand, "Sorry, Mingming's Heavenly Soul is so beautiful, I was momentarily mesmerized... Ah, right!" He turned his palm over, handing Mingye a small, black pearl-like ball, "This creature is called Lihen, the king of magical beasts. If you fuse and assimilate it with your Heavenly Soul, Mingming, you will gain a completely new body, like I am now." Mingye stared in astonishment at

the object in his hand.

He had heard from the clan elders before that in ancient times, many members of the royal family, in order to break through the limits of their power, risked everything to capture magical beasts from other worlds to fuse with themselves. But if their Heavenly Soul power or spiritual power was insufficient to control the magical beast, the only result was that they were devoured by the beast, losing their humanity and becoming monstrous creatures that showed no regard for family and only sought pleasure in slaughter.

"Kui, you've merged with Lihen?" Mingye couldn't believe it. Once this step was taken, there was no turning back. "Are you crazy?! You're the noble Second Prince of the Heavenly Palace, everyone dotes on you and loves you. Damn it, what's wrong with you? You actually came to another world and assimilated with a demonic beast? What will your father and brothers do if they find out? Think about them..."

"Shut up!" Shen Tiankui grabbed his neck with one hand, her five fingers digging deep into his spirit body, as if she wanted to twist his head off. "They cast the Thousand Cliff Binding Curse on me, treating me like a dog that could go mad at any moment, leading me by the collar, and I'm subject to their control no matter what I do. Tell me, do they love me? Can I still want a body like that?" Shen Tiankui released the seal on Lihen, and the evil thing stirred in his hand, trying to break free of his control. Countless tentacles stretched out like deadly claws, and the demonic beast's cries were shrill and terrifying, like the wails of a wronged soul.

"No!" Mingye was terrified, no longer caring about concealing his identity, and cried out, "Lieyun!"

Responding to his call, a sharp purple light shot out from his Heavenly Soul. At the same time that Kui forcibly injected Lihen into his spirit body, the ancient artifact pierced through Shen Tiankui's body.

"Ugh!!" Kui collapsed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. As if hearing the sound of his Heavenly Soul shattering, his eyes turned bloodshot: "Mingming, you want to kill me? You actually want to kill me?!" His injuries were too severe; his anger only worsened his condition, and more blood gushed from his mouth. Even the black tentacles binding Mingye's hands and feet lost their power and went limp.

Mingye's spirit returned to Guiyi's body. He struggled, horrified to discover that the demonic beast within him had begun to erode his celestial soul. He couldn't stop it; the assimilation process was extremely painful. The two forces within him clashed and struggled, his blood churning. He desperately used the power of his celestial soul to suppress the evil aura, preventing it from controlling his emotions.

"I won't! If my heart is to be eaten by the demon, I'd rather die!" He glared at Kui, declaring his decision.

"Yes, you have a noble soul, preferring death to being with me?" Kui, heartbroken and disappointed, laughed maniacally, "Very well! Mingye, then die!" He formed a sword with his fingers and charged forward with a slash.

The cold light grazed Mingye's abdomen. Even with teleportation, the thin skin on his stomach was still cut open by the sword energy, and his intestines spilled out, causing excruciating pain.

"Ah!" Mingye cried out in a panic, "Oh no!" Ignoring the pain, he quickly tore off the bed curtains, wrapped them around his abdomen several times, and tied them tightly. Blood quickly seeped through the fabric.

After that attack, Kui was also exhausted, lying on the ground panting. Something fell along with a fragment of the Heavenly Soul. He immediately changed his expression upon seeing it, and reached out to pick it up. Mingye was faster, snatching it away before he could even examine what it was, and clutching it to his chest.

"Give it back to me!" Kui, completely disregarding his injuries, lunged forward to grab it.

The door was kicked open, and the real young prince rushed in with demon guards. Everyone was stunned by the mess in the room.

"My lord!" He stepped forward to help him up, but was pushed away by Shen Tian Kui.

Kui channeled her spiritual energy, setting up a barrier, and coldly pointed at Mingye, ordering, "Take him down!"

Seeing the situation was dire, Mingye leaped out of the window. He remembered the only passage connecting the two worlds and immediately used teleportation to rush towards it. However, Kui's power had altered the surrounding scenery, creating a dazzling illusion. Mingye felt lost in a maze, unable to find his way. Although his abdominal wound hadn't damaged his internal organs, the bleeding was severe, leaving a trail of crimson blood in his wake. He was also dizzy and disoriented from blood loss. Awaiting him were four generals from the Demon Realm, Kui's trusted lieutenants. All four wore masks, rode enormous demonic beasts, and stood imposingly at the front, forming an impregnable fortress. Passing through would be no easy feat.

Mingye stopped, his eyes suddenly softening with a touch of shyness as he smiled at one of them: "Mom."

Even after years apart, he recognized her instantly, regardless of her mask or the aura she exuded that was so different from before.

The woman, dressed in military attire, dismounted and slowly approached Mingye upon hearing his call. She removed her mask, revealing a beautiful face unchanged, exactly as he remembered. The only difference was the smile she gave Mingye—a smile he had never shown before, warm and loving. She reached out her slender, white hand to stroke Mingye's face. "Child, you've grown up." She nodded slightly, a mother's pride evident in her voice: "Yes, you've grown very well. How have you been these past years without your mother by your side?"

The words of a mother and son reunited after so long were perfectly ordinary, but a bitter sadness lingered in Mingye's eyes. In a soft corner of his heart, he sighed softly. This isn't his true self. He used someone else's body, and his mother never found out. In fact, over the years, his mother had never even looked at him properly; she probably had long forgotten what he looked like.

Even when he was heartbroken, he refused to reveal the truth, trapped in a comforting lie, unable to extricate himself, playing along with her wishes. "Mom, don't worry, I'm all grown up now. I can take care of myself. I did very well those years." He closed his eyes, focusing on feeling his mother's gentle touch. So this is how it is. Being touched by his mother's hand feels so comfortable and reassuring, as if all the hurt in the world fades away in his mother's love.

He must remember this feeling.

The Demon Queen Shi Shu's smile froze. "Child, you're doing well, but we're suffering like hell, trapped here! Look at this desolate otherworld, is it even habitable? We're suffering all this because of Yao Xing, because of you!" Long, sharp ice spikes suddenly sprouted from her slender fingers. Her beautiful eyes flashed with a sinister light. Without blinking, she raised her hand to stab at the still-stunned child.

Sensing the killing intent, the Fierce Fall Divine Sword, before its master could give the order, spontaneously erupted with a cluster of purplish-black flames, like a soaring black phoenix, swooping down on the enemy.

Caught off guard, the Demon Queen was swept by the black flame phoenix's wings, burning herself to the flames. She screamed in agony, her smooth, shiny silver hair instantly singed. The fire, as if alive, simply forced her back before extinguishing.

"I'm sorry, Mother, this body isn't mine. I can't let it be harmed anymore." Holding the sword horizontally in front of him, he suppressed all emotion, his face expressionless.

05-07
The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 261

Fighting four against one, the Little Demon King showed no fear.

He fought fiercely in this alien realm, narrowly escaping death. Meanwhile, in the palace of the Mi Kingdom, amidst the rich fragrance of perfume and rouge, a pair of lovers lay beneath the red silk curtains. As

he played with the soft, fragrant body beneath him, Gui Yi felt a pang of guilt—he had stolen the little prince's man, an act unbecoming of a gentleman. But what did it matter? Under the peony blossoms, who wouldn't want a romantic encounter? Who would want to be a perfect gentleman?

With her full, towering breasts, Qian Fan, enjoying her milk, stretched out her limbs in comfort, her cherry lips slightly parted, her eyes glazed.

How could a baby's sucking compare to that of a beloved man? Every sucking sound was filled with eroticism; every tight suck ignited the deepest desires of his soul, causing him to succumb, twisting and swaying his hips without restraint, like the most alluring serpent in hell. "Your Highness, I want... I want it..."

Each time he cried out "Your Highness," Guiyi's conscience trembled, and his rising lust cooled slightly.

Qianfan keenly sensed this. He propped himself up and lay on the child's lap, carefully taking the small, beautiful pink stalk, just like its owner, into his mouth. While tenderly caring for and diligently serving the boy, he seductively raised his eyes to observe the boy's reaction. His skill was far superior to that of Guiyi's concubines. In a short while, Guiyi was panting, his mind consumed by lust, unable to think of anyone or anything else.

He flipped over and pinned Qianfan beneath him again. Before the two swaying breasts had even settled, he grabbed them with both hands—firm yet damnably soft. He kneaded them vigorously, and fragrant, white milk sprayed all over Qianfan. Qianfan didn't resist, opening his chest to let him play with him, only looking down at him with a smile, his face full of doting.

His lower body was already lubricated with lustful fluids, just waiting for the boy to pluck it.

Guiyi buried his head in Qianfan's cleavage, rubbing it a few times, then lifted one of his thighs and wrapped it around his waist.

Qianfan's heart pounded like a deer's; he knew what was about to happen. He was shy yet eager, his burning desire brushing against Qianfan's slippery labia, making him tremble uncontrollably. His hard, iron-like member quickly found the sweet entrance, thrusting in all the way, reaching the very core of his flower.

"Ugh! Ah────" Qianfan screamed, his eyes half-closed and mouth agape as he was penetrated, thrusting his entire chest into the boy's arms above him. His warm, narrow passage was forcefully opened, feeling incredibly full. The boy's arm supported his waist, while his other hand gripped his thigh, moving powerfully. Each deep thrust struck the entrance to his womb. "Ah──ah──ah──" The gentle evening breeze stirred the red curtains, and he felt an indescribable pleasure mixed with boundless sorrow. He didn't know why, but people shed tears in both joy and sorrow, and the tears sliding down his cheeks at this moment were indistinguishable between joy and grief.

And finally, he had received forgiveness.

The young prince was a self-disciplined and proper person; as long as he still cherished his body, it meant that he still had feelings for him.

As dawn broke, the sky was bathed in white light. Qianfan donned a thin gauze morning robe and walked to the window. After a night of passionate lovemaking, he felt refreshed and relaxed. Looking back at his exhausted child sleeping soundly on the bed, his heart swelled with joy. Despite his fatigue, he radiated happiness, his face glowing with a blush of bliss.

The young prince's body was already exhausted, and Guiyi's one night of indulgence had triggered the latent cold poison within him. He awoke in excruciating pain, finally understanding what it meant to be in a state worse than death. Compared to the pain he was experiencing now, the suffering he had endured in the previous two days was insignificant. He tossed and turned in bed, crying out in anguish. The chill felt like needles piercing his entire body. He curled up weakly, his head frozen with cold, wishing someone would just stab him to death for a quick end. Tears streamed down his face; he was delirious, crying out, "Your Highness, I can't take it anymore! Come back... come back..."

Hearing this, Qianfan, standing by the bedside, turned ashen-faced, his heart pounding with fear. He shook his head desperately, trying to deny his suspicions: "No...no way. What did you say? Your Highness, what did you just say?" He dared not think further and shouted for the imperial physician to be summoned.

Before the physician arrived, a loud "bang" echoed in the room, and a person covered in blood rolled to the ground. Palace maids screamed in terror and scattered, while guards stepped forward to shield the Dark Emperor. The person on the ground struggled to his feet. A few strands of long hair, untouched by blood, gleamed silver. He reached up and touched his face. Everyone recognized him clearly; the tall boy was none other than Guiyi, the young master of the Demon Clan, currently a guest in the Mi Kingdom.

"What are you doing here?" Qianfan covered his nose in disgust; the smell of blood made his chest tight and painful. "How did you get yourself into this state?" He looked like he was seriously injured. Out of politeness, the Dark Emperor couldn't just leave him like this, so he ordered his servants to go and examine and treat Young Master Guiyi's wounds.

The child on the bed suddenly moved.

Qianfan quickly helped him up: "Your Highness, the imperial physician is coming soon. Please go back to bed."

But the child pushed him away, and the moment his feet touched the ground, he collapsed weakly. He lost all composure and, under everyone's gaze, crawled step by step towards "Young Master Guiyi." Tears and snot smeared his face. His eyes were sunken, his appearance was emaciated, extremely disheveled and dejected. His gray hair was messy and tangled like dry grass, making his thin face look terrifying and old.

Mingye watched the person crawling towards him, and at that moment, he was so shocked that he couldn't react. How could this be him? How could the incomparably handsome Prince Mingye of the Demon Clan have fallen to such a state, becoming so ugly and hideous?

The man finally crawled to his side, clutching a corner of his robe tightly. With a desperate effort, he managed to utter a weak, feeble voice: "Change it back, Your Highness, change my body... back..." His breath condensed into icy white mist.

Mingye knew the cold poison had flared up again. Looking at his now ghostly, hideous appearance, he had only one thought: It would be better to die!

The cold poison was flaring up more and more frequently. In a few days, without a doubt, he would go completely blind, and his hearing would also cease to function. He would become a cripple, further devaluing his already worthless self. How would others view him then? The mere thought was terrifying, shaking him to his core. But he wasn't dead yet, and he couldn't die. So he had to maintain the basic dignity of the living, and not let anyone discover his fear and weakness.

With a cold laugh, he said to Guiyi, "You dare to make such a cowardly expression on my face?"

Guiyi didn't care what he said anymore, crying and repeating over and over, "Switch back...switch back quickly..."

Mingye sighed, closed his eyes to calm his mind, and chanted the incantation of the Illusionary Soul Spell. A powerful magic circle appeared beneath his feet. In less than half a second, when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his broken body. He slowly sat up and reached out to brush away a few strands of gray hair stuck to his face.

Guiyi, back in his body, felt the pain suddenly lessen: "Oh my god! Oh my god!" He stood there, touching his face and body in a perverse way, "Hahaha—" He laughed maniacally, having survived the ordeal. He was so excited that he moved too vigorously. Before Mingye could remind him, there was a "whoosh," and a white, fluffy thing gushed out of Guiyi's abdomen. "What...is that?" He reached out to grab it, only to find a piece of intestine in his hand. "Oh my god!" Only then did he realize the pain, and holding his intestines, he asked the young prince, "What... what happened to you?"

Mingye calmly replied, "You were cut open, but no internal organs were damaged. It's nothing serious. Don't get agitated. Let the imperial physicians treat you quickly." He pointed to a team of medical personnel entering from the room.

Guiyi held his intestines in one hand, stood there blankly for a few seconds, then with a "thud," his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground, fainting from fright.

Knowing

that he was not in mortal danger, Mingye was not in a hurry. He gently wiped the sweat and tears from his face with his sleeve, and then tidied his messy long hair. Even the approach of death could not make the proud young prince show his weak and miserable side to others. His true feelings could only be known to the people he loved and trusted most, and here, there was no such person. A strong willpower forcibly erased the look of pain from his face. Having simply changed souls, that dilapidated body now exuded an aura and temperament completely different from before.

The change was obvious, even to bystanders, let alone Qianfan. Others, however, didn't understand the reason, assuming the excruciating pain that had tormented the little boy had subsided, hence his silence and cessation of crying. Qianfan, having spent some time with the young prince, knew firsthand the child's incredible resilience; even after suffering a fatal injury, he could maintain a calm and nonchalant demeanor. Qianfan wrapped his arms around himself, a growing sense of dread creeping into his mind—was the person with him yesterday…not the young prince? His suspicious gaze shifted back and forth between the unconscious Guiyi and the young prince.

The illusion deliberately created by Mingye led the medical staff to believe that he was out of danger, so everyone prioritized treating Young Master Guiyi, whose abdomen had been severely lacerated. "Wait a moment." Before Guiyi was carried away, Mingye reached into his clothes and pulled out an object. It had fallen from Kui's soul. Judging from Kui's frantic reaction, this thing must be very important to him. So the young prince grabbed it without hesitation.

Guiyi's clothes were completely soaked in blood, inside and out; a gentle wringing would have dripped water, yet this object, hidden inside, was completely untouched by blood. No! Mingye smelled a strong, metallic scent of blood emanating from the object in his hand. Without leaving a trace, it seemed the object had absorbed all the blood it had been absorbing for nourishment. Holding it, the little demon king felt very uncomfortable, and even the demonic beast Lihen lurking in his soul became excited and restless.

What on earth is this thing? A box the size of a palm, locked, its surface extremely old, like an antique with thousands of years of history.

"Your Highness..." Seeing him sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the object in his hand, Qianfan wanted to persuade him to go back to bed and rest.

"Don't come any closer!" Mingye swept his gaze across the room, then channeled his Heavenly Soul Power, instantly creating a fierce wind that forced everyone to retreat. Mingye's eyes were chilling, a ball of purple flame igniting in his palm. The object seemed alive, trembling and struggling as it was burned in his hand, trying to escape his control. The Little Demon King wouldn't let it have its way, further increasing his spiritual power, concentrating all his strength in his palm. When the purple flame turned dark, at that moment, the Little Demon King's Heavenly Soul Power had reached its peak. He could almost hear the source of his soul rapidly circulating; the power gathered in his palm was enough to destroy a city. After a stalemate of several dozen seconds, he gradually sensed that the opponent's resistance was weakening. The Little Demon King, in one fell swoop, raised his spiritual power to an even higher level, unleashing a terrifying, limitless, and endlessly increasing power of his Heavenly Soul. In his hand, it was as if he held a sun, its sharp edge gleaming, possessing the power to split the heavens and earth. At this moment, the Little Demon King roared, the explosive power causing the lock on the box to snap open with a "crack," revealing a book whose pages were turned.

It turned out to be an ancient legal code.

The paper was slightly yellowed, severely damaged, and blank, without words or illustrations. But the Little Demon King only flipped through a few pages before he couldn't help but tremble. Then he raised his face and burst into hearty laughter.

Hahaha…hahaha…

he laughed with unbridled joy, his laughter shaking the entire Mi Kingdom's palace, causing those around him to cover their eardrums and their hearts to ache, and even drawing blood from the corners of his mouth without him noticing.

Qian Fan watched in shock, not daring to intervene. Once he had vented his intense emotions, the Little Demon King slowly calmed down.

The surroundings were in chaos; nothing was intact. Qianfan stepped over the broken pieces and debris to his side. "Your Highness, this room is no longer safe. I'll accompany you to another room."

The book in Mingye's hand had vanished—the Sealed Magic Codex, a magic-to-control-magic technique. He had broken the seal on it, and ownership had been transferred. Now, he was the owner of this codex, free to store it within his Heavenly Soul.

Letting Qianfan lift him, the little demon king wearily rested his head on Qianfan's shoulder; he was too tired to even move a finger.

They moved to another room. As soon as they entered, Mingye sensed a restraining force within the room—the Tai Chi Token!

So this was the real reason for the room change.

He accepted the arrangement calmly, without any sadness, finding it perfectly natural. At this point, even the most absurd things wouldn't surprise him, and no one could harm him in the slightest.

Placed on an unfamiliar large bed, the little demon king shifted to a more comfortable position, lying face down and motionless. He began to miss his bed in his palace—the familiar touch, the familiar scent, the white gauze curtains hanging high beside it, rippling beautifully with the slightest breeze. Because of its location atop the city wall, his palace was very quiet; the palace maids who came and went walked very quietly, and the occasional song of birds could be heard in the courtyard…

But here, the bed was too soft, the pillows too high. The gauze curtains at the head of the bed were crimson, too flamboyant, too ornate. Even the incense on the sheets didn't appeal to him. He wanted to go home.

“Your Highness,” Qianfan sat beside him, somewhat flustered, unsure how to begin. He stammered, “Last night… I, we… did… uh, did something…” As if he had done something shameful, his eyes darted away, unable to look at the child.

“Hmm?” Mingye raised his eyelashes; his declining eyesight prevented him from seeing the other's expression, but even without looking, he could imagine how amusing Qianfan's blushing face must be. "Heh," Mingye chuckled softly, burying his face in the pillow, then turned to Qianfan. "It wasn't me," he said softly, a weary smile on his face.

The little devil felt a mischievous urge and wanted to touch the man's face, but his hand, halfway outstretched, suddenly realized he shouldn't be so presumptuous and reluctantly withdrew. "Haven't you already taken out the chip? Why are you still as confused as him?"

Qianfan felt a chill. "Wh...what chip? Who told you that?"

"How about we make a deal?" Mingye looked at him. "Give me the chip with the virtual personality written into it, and I'll give you the strongest seal."

There was no point in denying it now. But Qianfan remembered that the little prince's previous terms for a deal weren't like this; he had once hoped to exchange it for the baby. "You don't want the baby this time?"

Mingye shook his head. "I've thought it over carefully. Actually, I don't have the time or the ability to raise him." That little baby was Yaoxing, whom the Heavenly Emperor had painstakingly sought. Even if he got the baby back, he didn't know where to hide him or who to entrust him to in order to evade the divine race's inescapable net. Placing the baby in the Mi Kingdom would allow him to be protected by the Dark Emperor's power. He hoped the Dark Emperor would consider their blood ties and let the baby grow up safely like a child from an ordinary family.

"Give it to me. That chip is useless to you now. Use it to exchange for the strongest seal. Do you still need to consider it?"

It was indeed a very tempting offer. He could get what he wanted without paying any price. But the Dark Emperor opened his mouth, the word "agree" was on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't say it. Strangely, he was flustered and couldn't even calm down to think it over carefully. He instinctively resisted this deal.

The Dark Emperor pursed his lips, stood up without saying a word, leaving the little devil alone, and turned to leave the room.

He didn't want to agree, but couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Qianfan was very distressed. He hesitated with every step, and finally dawdled to the National Research Department's office. Inside, the staff were working feverishly to analyze and extract the substance that provided the core power of the Taiji Token. It was a new type of natural element extracted from tens of millions of tons of ore buried deep underground. The doctor suspected that this element and the Heavenly Soul of Gods and Demons were substances of the same nature, so he simply named the new element "Soul". The current research direction was how to mine and refine "Soul" on a large scale to create a more powerful and stable Taiji Token to protect the human kingdom from the invasion of gods and demons.

The Dark Emperor dragged the doctor out of his busy schedule, saying that he wanted to retrieve the chip that had been implanted in his brain.

The doctor had messy hair and a full beard, looking like a down-and-out vagrant. It was hard to imagine that he was actually a very handsome man. Without even looking at the newcomer, he adjusted his thick glasses, revealing a 2000-degree prescription. "Chip? What chip?" Anyone would be annoyed by being suddenly interrupted, and the Doctor, still thinking about the equation for synthesizing the "soul," was caught off guard by the question about something else, his mind blank. "I don't know, I don't have that. Go find someone else." He waved his hand dismissively, like shooing away a fly.

The Doctor, known as a genius scientist, could be oblivious to his own family when engrossed in his research. Helpless, the Dark Emperor grabbed him by the back of the collar and pulled him back to him.

The Doctor hadn't slept well for days and was unsteady on his feet. He stumbled and crashed straight into the Dark Emperor's soft chest, pinning him to the ground.

"Ah!!" The Dark Emperor gritted his teeth and cried out in pain. The other man's thick, black-rimmed glasses had hit his nipple, hurting him. What was infuriating was that the bookish man was oblivious, his face pressed tightly against his breast, one hand still lightly and groping it, his eyes squinting like a blind man feeling an elephant, as if trying to determine what he was pressing against.

"When are you going to stop touching me?!"

The Dark Emperor's furious shout came from above. The Doctor jolted awake, completely sober. He adjusted his glasses, which had slipped off his nose, and scrambled off the Dark Emperor. In the chaos, he gave the full breasts a few more good gropes. He barely managed to straighten his back before hastily kneeling down, feigning remorse: "Oh dear, it's Your Majesty! This humble subject is terrified. I was very impolite just now. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Hmph! The Dark Emperor glared at him fiercely, straightening his clothes. "I'm asking you, where is that chip?"

The Doctor scratched his messy hair in exasperation. Under the Dark Emperor's sharp gaze, he knew he couldn't hide it any longer, so he could only grin and say, "That... His Highness the Crown Prince took it and threw it away long ago..."

"What?" The Dark Emperor's face turned ashen. "Who gave him permission to throw it away?" His rising anger caused his bulging chest to heave. He stood up abruptly and roared at the attendants behind him, "Summon Luo Yue to see me!" With this shout, his breasts swayed from side to side with his movements.

Seeing that the Dark Emperor was truly angry, the Doctor dared not tease him any longer. He put away his playful mood and returned to a serious demeanor. "Please calm down, Your Majesty.

Blaming the Crown Prince at this time will not help. Actually, that chip..."

The Dark Emperor's beautiful phoenix eyes glanced at him sideways, listening attentively.

The Doctor touched his nose, wondering if he'd get a beating after revealing the truth.

"That chip didn't actually have a virtual personality written into it!" He steeled himself, blurted out the words, and pulled an assistant aside, quickly hiding behind him.

"What did you say?!" The Dark Emperor's eyes widened, his expression murderous. "Explain yourself!"

The Doctor stammered, terrified. "Then...at that time..."

"Which time?!" came another powerful shout.

"The very beginning of the plan," the Doctor craned his neck, recklessly throwing caution to the wind. The assistant who had been facing the Dark Emperor's rage was now limp and weak; the Doctor shoved him aside. "The initial purpose of the plan was to raise enough funds for the research project. We targeted Miss Huiyuanxi of the Huijiu Group because her family is wealthy. I believe His Majesty still remembers that. At the time, based on the information we had, we conducted a detailed analysis. Miss Huiyuanxi lost her parents at a young age and grew up amidst the infighting and power struggles among various factions within her family. The computer calculations concluded that someone innocent, gentle, and without guile would be easier to approach. In the end, His Majesty decided to personally execute the plan and ordered me to create a personality chip to implant in her brain. But at that time... hehe, actually, I was quite busy," the doctor scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly. "His Majesty and I have known each other since childhood, and I know your true nature very well. You are that kind of person, and you don't need to implant another personality. People's temperaments change only when they encounter certain setbacks or unpleasant events, and are forced by circumstances to adjust themselves to adapt to the times. I thought that rather than spending time rewriting the personality program, it would be better to let you forget the past, input false memories, and let you return to your truest self."

"Your truest self?" Qianfan stood there, stunned, her heart trembling. Could it be that the one who fell in love with the young prince wasn't that fictional personality, but the real you? The Doctor nodded.

"You could say that from the moment the chip was implanted, that 'you' was the real you!"

Qianfan covered her face, staggering back several steps. "Why didn't you say so sooner? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

The Doctor sensed something was wrong. The Dark Emperor's appearance gave off a sense of impending doom. "Hehe, actually, I've been quite busy lately, and who would have thought... you would fall in love with that young prince?" He looked at the Dark Emperor, who was in agony, and thought: Ha, this fool can fall in love? He wouldn't believe it even if you beat him to death. "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Everyone loves beauty, and that little prince is exceptionally beautiful and adorable. Anyone who sees him would want to possess him; that's only human nature. Do you truly love him, or are you simply bewitched by his appearance? You need to think this through. He's a demon; what future can there be between him and a human like you..."

Qianfan glanced at him, her bright, sharp eyes making the professor shut his mouth immediately, not daring to say another word.

All because of this unscrupulous, lazy, and irresponsible guy! He'd gone through so much trouble before finally realizing his true feelings. Qianfan abruptly turned around, uttering a harsh threat: "I'll settle the score with you later!" and dashed out of the research lab like a gust of wind.

He wanted to find the young prince and tell him the truth. A smile played on his lips, and his steps were lighter than ever before. The shackles on his heart had been broken. His love and concern for the young prince weren't just remnants of the chip in his brain. From beginning to end, that fabricated personality never existed. He and the young prince were truly in love! He no longer needed to be cautious and hesitant about this relationship; he only needed to face himself honestly. All the contradictions and confusion vanished. Qianfan's heart was now as clear as a clear blue sky.

However, the road ahead suddenly collapsed—

dust obscured his vision, the ground shook violently, and the glass windows in the corridor shattered with a deafening roar. Flying shards flew like bullets, and screams immediately erupted from all sides.

"Your Majesty, be careful!!!" The loyal guards who rushed from behind rushed to protect their master, quickly tackling the Dark Emperor to the ground. Several of them used their own flesh and blood to shield the Dark Emperor from all harm. The impact of hitting the ground made Qianfan's head spin, and he fell unconscious...

He didn't know how much time had passed before he slowly awoke on his bed in the palace. His head was bandaged, and his forehead, which had hit the ground, was cracked and throbbing. He groaned, and someone on the sofa next to him said, "You're finally awake? I've been waiting for you."

Seeing the snow-white figure sitting on the sofa, Qianfan's eyes lit up. He sat up straight by the headboard, reached out to the child, and happily called out, "Your Highness, come here."

Mingye closed the book in his hand and walked over.

Qianfan was slightly surprised—was His Highness completely cured?

Just like when he first saw him, the child's long, silver hair was styled into an elegant palace bun, adorned with four gold and silver hairpins that shone like the sun and moon on each side. His magnificent palace attire was spotless, as white as snow. The little fellow approached, his fair cheeks glowing with a healthy blush, and his little mouth curved into a smile.

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 264:

There was still time for a dream, allowing him to say goodbye properly.

In truth, Mingye was terrified of this moment. He had to leave, but how could he utter a "goodbye," knowing he would never see her again? He feared seeing Qianfan's tears. Thankfully, Qianfan was no longer the frail, delicate person she once was, making the final farewell easier.

He walked to the bedside and lifted the bed curtains. The person was smiling at him from the bed. Seeing that familiar, gentle smile, Mingye almost recoiled.

Qianfan didn't know the young prince's purpose; seeing him regain his health and spirit, he was overjoyed. He reached out and pulled him down, hugging him tightly. "So good! Your Highness's complexion is much better than a few days ago. Are

your injuries fully healed? Let me see you in a moment." Mingye buried his face in her soft breasts, naturally finding the most comfortable position—the only haven he could rely on. Inhaling the sweet fragrance of his lover, the young man wished only to stop time, even if the world ended at that moment.

Fate had been too cruel to him, taking everything away from him one by one. It had given him so many hardships and trials, leaving him to face them alone. This time, he was already wounded and wanted nothing more.

“Qianfan, I’ve bravely made it this far.” In a comforting embrace, he closed his eyes, a sweet smile playing on his lips. “No matter how many difficulties I encountered along the way, I never gave up easily, even though it was tough and tiring. No one understands, and I don’t need anyone to understand. I did the best I could, regardless of what others think of me. But, it’s enough, it’s all over. Do you know what I want to do most right now? I want to sleep, to have a deep sleep, and never wake up again…”

Just then, a loud “waaaah!” came from next door.

“Oh, it’s the baby,” Qianfan was interrupted by the baby before he could understand the prince’s hint. He explained apologetically, “The baby must be hungry after waking up.” He leaned forward, glancing somewhat worriedly at the nursery connected to his room. His breasts were engorged with milk, dampness seeping through his clothes, but he dared not move, knowing that the prince didn’t like him feeding the baby with his own milk. The baby in his arms looked unwell, his brows furrowed slightly. Qianfan quickly comforted him, "Baby is usually very well-behaved, unlike Benben. He's rarely this noisy. There are palace maids taking care of him in the nursery; he should quiet down soon, Your Highness. Don't worry about him."

Mingye gazed thoughtfully in the direction of the nursery. Within the barrier he had created, there should only be him and Qianfan. How did the baby get in too? After a moment's thought, could it be…? He wasn't sure, but couldn't think of any other possibility. The baby's

cries were loud and domineering, leaving no room for anyone to ignore his presence. The little devil's ears tingled, so he had no choice but to help Qianfan up: "Let's go see what that little thing is up to, or he won't give up."

Truly worthy of being called Yaoxing; so tiny, yet he could invade his dream space.

Qianfan was puzzled, her cheeks puffed out: "What are the palace maids doing? No one's even helping the baby cry like this."

When they arrived at the nursery, there was no one else there. Two small pink cribs were placed together, and the premature baby in one of them rolled around in the blankets like a winter melon, crying incessantly. In the other crib, Benben was clinging to the railing, his big, dark eyes peeking furtively left and right. Seeing the adults arrive, he immediately joined in the fun, letting out a high-pitched scream.

The little devil's head throbbed, and he immediately covered his ears, all his sadness vanishing.

Qianfan picked up his little brother first, gently patting him against his chest. The little guy didn't seem hungry; he stopped crying and nestled obediently against Qianfan, looking at Mingye with wet eyes, a finger in his mouth, tears still clinging to his long eyelashes, blinking pitifully.

Taking advantage of Qianfan's inattention, the little devil glared at him fiercely: Pretending to be cute won't work! I won't forgive you! Why are you causing trouble? You came by yourself, fine, but you brought Benben along too? Are you deliberately trying to stop me from finishing my sentence?

Hehehe, the little baby actually laughed.

Qianfan carried the baby to Mingye, and the little devil took three steps back warily, "What? I don't want to hold him."

"The baby is almost a month old and doesn't have a name yet. Your Highness, why don't you give him one?"

Looking at the pink little thing, Mingye pouted, his heart softening. He looked into the baby's eyes, his smile bitter: I'm sorry, it's all my fault for being so careless, causing you to suffer in this world. If you weren't Yaoxing, but just an ordinary boy, that would be so much better. Little thing, remember this: I don't want you to be a hero, don't want you to bear some bullshit responsibility of saving the three realms. I just hope you can be mischievous and naughty like other boys, grow up quickly, and be a simple and happy person, that's enough.

After a moment's thought, Mingye said, "Qianqing, this child's name is Qianqing."

Longing, longing, to whom can I express my longing? The one with shallow affection knows not.

Qianfan was startled; even he, slow to understand, understood the little prince's feelings entrusted to the child.

A sigh! A faint sigh gently ruffled the hair at Mingye's neck. His hair stood on end, and he whirled around to find someone beside him. "Wow..." Startled, his scream was cut short as the person covered his mouth.

Qianfan, oblivious to anything amiss, silently placed the baby back in the crib and busied himself comforting Benben.

The little devil was both shocked and furious. Not only had the intruder silently entered his barrier, but they had also set a rule that only he could see them.

【Who are you?!】 Mingye, not wanting to disturb Qianfan, asked in a low voice.

The mysterious man chuckled, "Don't you think I look familiar? Like someone you know?"

Mingye scrutinized him suspiciously for a long time, trying to find some clue on that unfamiliar face, finally shaking his head frankly: "No, I don't think so. I've never seen you before." This suddenly appearing young man was probably in his early twenties, unusually handsome and elegant, with a dignified air, flowing black hair, and eyes as dark as night. But Mingye didn't recognize him.

"No impression?" The man stroked his chin in distress. "Then… what if this?" The power of the Heavenly Soul suddenly activated, and the man instantly transformed into someone with silver hair and silver eyes—that hint was clear enough, wasn't it? "

You're a demon!" The aura of the Heavenly Soul hadn't appeared in Mingye's memory either.

The other man immediately deflated. "Sigh, never mind. I've only met you once, and it was when we were children. It's not surprising you don't recognize me." The man withdrew his power, reverting to his original appearance.

If one had to say he resembled someone, Mingye thought his features were somewhat similar to the fourth prince of the Shayunluo clan. A chill ran through him. He stared at the person beside him, pointing at the baby in the crib, his mouth agape in astonishment: "Heavens, you wouldn't be…"

"Haha, you guessed right, so clever!"

Genetics is truly wondrous—needless to say, it was clearly a grown-up Qianqing.

He laughed heartily, pulling the petrified little devil closer, and like magic, produced an ice cream from somewhere, handing it to him. "Here, a reward for you."

A twenty-year-old son!! A fifteen-year-old father!! How could anyone accept this? Even more outrageous was that Qianqing even offered him an ice cream to appease him!!! Mingye's hands trembled as he took it, unsure whether from excitement or anger. "Come on, have a taste, have a taste." Urged by Qianqing, the little devil, as if possessed, stuck out his little tongue and licked the ice cream.

Qianqing also took one in his hand, licking it carefully: "Mmm, so sweet. It's delicious, isn't it?" He squinted his eyes in enjoyment, then blurted out something that made Mingye's forehead throb: "Father and I love this the most, Mingming, do you like it?"

Pfft—the little devil spat out the ice cream in his mouth. He coughed several times, grabbed his son's collar, and then realized something very infuriating: he had to stand on tiptoe to reach Qianqing's eye level: [You little brat, who taught you to call me that? No manners! You should call me Father, understand?!]

"Your Highness, what are you doing?" Qianfan stared at the ice cream in his hand and asked curiously, "Huh, where did this ice cream come from? It looks pretty delicious." He blinked, and Mingye immediately knew that this glutton also wanted to get a bite, so he hid the ice cream behind his back: "Don't even think about it! You still need to recover for a while before you can eat these cold snacks." Oh no, no, he didn't come here to eat snacks! The little rascal had ruined his plans, making him forget his original intentions. *

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"Qianfan, I came today because I wanted to talk to you… mmm!" He opened his mouth, but Qianqing covered it again.

Qianfan, confused, tilted his head, waiting for him to continue. The little prince was strange; he only spoke halfway through, then stopped, his face turning red as he struggled.

[What?! Let go! I have something to say to Qianfan.] He twisted and turned but couldn't break free from Qianqing's grip. [No time, don't bother me.] The little devil, unable to contain his anger, thought of taking revenge on the baby. He reached out and pinched the infant's chubby little leg. The poor baby immediately cried out in pain.

Qianfan saw his prank clearly: "Your Highness, why are you bullying the baby?" Qianfan tenderly picked up the baby and blew on the red bruises on his leg, "Sweetie, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Qianqing was both amused and exasperated: "So childish!" He tightened his arms around Mingye's waist, preventing him from moving. "Listen to me, Mingming, you can't tell Father that you're about to die. He won't be able to bear it. If you don't want him to go with you, then don't let him know."

Mingye calmed down, unable to believe Qianqing's words: [How could this be? Qianfan's feelings for me are just the emotions of another personality, a lingering illusion in his mind. He shouldn't... really love me.] "

Whether he truly loves you or not, time will tell." Qianqing loosened her grip on him. "You're gone, and he didn't even know because everyone was keeping it from him. So he foolishly kept looking for you, trying every possible way to see you. Needless to say, all he got was disappointment after disappointment. Eventually, he must have figured it out. No, maybe he already suspected it, but he wouldn't believe it until he found evidence. Even if he spent the rest of his life searching for love he had lost, he couldn't get it back. He spent every day in regret. Those years were incredibly painful for him. Losing you, he lost all reason to live." Qianqing knelt down, pleading, and looked up at Mingye: "If he didn't truly love you, he wouldn't have cherished me so much. So, I really hope you can forgive him. Even if he made a hundred mistakes, please remember his good qualities, please still love him, okay?"

Mingye listened intently, then turned to look at Qianfan's back as she carefully comforted the baby. His nose stung, and tears welled up in his eyes. Afraid of being discovered by Qianfan, he quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, choking back his sobs. "You're lying, it won't be like this, Qianfan will be alive and well..."

"If you don't believe me, you can try," Qianqing gently pushed him. "That golden ring you gave him, he's always valued it more than his own life, he won't even let me touch it. You can try asking him for it back, I guarantee he'll fight you to the death!" "

You little rascal, since you have the ability to enter dreams, why didn't you come back and tell me this sooner?" If he had known earlier, he would have cherished every moment with Qianfan more, and wouldn't have resented him like before, ignoring him and wasting so much time together.

Qianqing felt wronged: "I am the master of dreams, I don't have the ability to manipulate time. To break the laws of nature, travel through time and space, and return to the past requires a huge price. Besides, you don't sleep well usually, so you rarely have the chance to dream. It's a miracle you even made it this far, how can you blame me!"

The little devil thought about it and it seemed to make sense. Seeing himself cry in front of his son was incredibly embarrassing. He quickly rallied himself, awkwardly saying, "Anyway, um... thanks."

"No, I'm the one who should be thanking you." Qianqing lifted her robe and knelt respectfully before Mingye.

The king who unified the three realms only knelt before one person in his entire life.

"Father, thank you for everything you've done for me. Tell me, how can I repay this kindness?"

The little demon king was delighted to be called "Father" by his child for the first time. He held his head high: "Just living well is the greatest repayment to me." A thought flashed through his mind, "Actually..." He felt a little embarrassed: "How can I? I really hope that in my final moments I can still greet you with a smile. Please grant me a good dream, fulfill a wish." It was a regret that couldn't be fulfilled in reality.

"Yes, I understand!" Qianqing solemnly promised, his stay was coming to an end. "I have to go back now. It's so good to have seen Father and chat with you like this!" The atmosphere had been quite warm, but Qianqing couldn't help himself and voiced his long-suppressed dissatisfaction before disappearing: "Mingming, could you talk to Father and ask him to change the color of our cribs?" He gradually faded away, still pointing angrily at the two pink cribs, "We're not girls, my brother and I really hate this dreamy color. Father can't force us to accept it just because he likes it, can he?" His figure disappeared amidst a chorus of complaints.

"Then what color do you want to change it to? Hey, how am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?" In his haste, the little devil accidentally blurted out.

Qianfan tugged at him from behind: "Your Highness, who are you talking to?"

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Just then, the surrounding scenery began to distort and deform, like a mirage, becoming distant and blurry.

"What...what's going on?" Qianfan was somewhat surprised. The world seemed about to collapse, but he wasn't afraid because the little prince was beside him.

"Someone touched my body. I'm waking up. The dream space will soon disintegrate." Mingye chanted a string of incantations very quickly—God! Please, don't let anything go wrong at this time! He prayed silently.

The bright light stung his eyes, and Qianfan subconsciously closed them. Then, he leaned forward and fell into a large, warm embrace. "Little prince..." He opened his eyes again and was stunned by what he saw.

A handsome and extraordinary face, captivating all who beheld it. Although he had seen it once before, he was still so amazed that he couldn't look away—the child had transformed into an adult.

Resoluteness and majesty seemed to be etched between his exceptionally handsome brows. Yet his smile still held a touch of childishness, infinitely endearing: "Luckily, I didn't grow even younger like last time, or it would have been so embarrassing." Regardless of the other's dazed state, Mingye tightly encircled his soft waist in his arms, lowering his head to capture his slightly parted lips, their kiss passionate and tender.

Qianfan's body was so hot it almost melted into a pool of spring water, he could only lean weakly and helplessly in the young prince's embrace, letting him support him completely. His mouth was swiftly invaded, forcefully plundering everything from him, leaving nothing behind, fiercely declaring possession. Their tongues intertwined, like two fiery bodies, united without distinction. His palm pressed against his lover's chest, where a rapidly pounding heartbeat could be heard. No words were needed; he had already heard the young prince's most sincere voice, repeating over and over: "I love you! I love you! I love you!"

A happiness so profound it brought tears to his eyes, a happiness so intense it made one wish to die at this moment, so that this feeling could last forever.

Having conveyed her feelings to him, Mingye ended the passionate kiss. "How was it?" He licked his lips, still wanting more. Looking at the dazed and confused Qianfan, he shamelessly boasted, "Isn't my husband handsome and amazing?" His fingers threaded through Qianfan's cool, smooth hair, gently stroking the smooth, alabaster skin of his neck and cheeks. His eyes were filled with tenderness, his heart heavy with reluctance: "Qianfan, I have to go. This is an inescapable fate."

"No..." The other person, fragile as a child, immediately clung to his waist, unable to utter a single word, only shaking his head, tears of heartbreak streaming down his face.

Please forgive my cruelty, leaving you alone in this world. “Qianfan, look at me,” the little devil smiled, cupping his face in his hands and gazing into his eyes. “Remember what I look like. This is what I will look like when I grow up. You are the only one in the world who has ever seen me. Come find me, take your time, don’t rush, I will wait for you. Before you find me, you must live well. If you are not happy, I will be very sad too, and I will cry. My tears will turn into drizzle and fall from the sky. If you see rain, you should ask yourself if you have lived well, if you have done anything to make me sad. If you meet someone better on your way to find me, someone who can give you happiness, then be with him, forget me, cherish him, and don’t miss out. I will be happy for you, I will bless you.”

“No! How could there be such a person? Where can I find happiness without you? Your Highness, where are you going? Why can’t you take me with you?”

“You can’t leave. The people here need you, and the baby needs you too. Qianfan, you must be strong and become their pillar.”

The surrounding scenery crumbled and disintegrated inch by inch. Mingye held his lover's neck, lowered his head and kissed the wound on his forehead. Pure spiritual energy seeped in like a clear spring, and the wound strangely stopped hurting. He removed the bandage, revealing skin smooth as before, without a single scar. Mingye said, "The amulet I gave you wasn't just for show. You need to know how to use it to protect yourself when you encounter danger." He removed the ornament from Qianfan's earlobe, which held a dazzling blue crystal, and placed it in Qianfan's palm. "All you ever do is ask me for the strongest seal all day long, you careless fool! Look! Didn't I already give it to you?"

Qianfan gazed at the treasure in his palm. What he had always wanted, he had already possessed all along. His body trembled uncontrollably. He knew he should do something, say something to the young prince, express his gratitude, offer thanks… But his hands and feet were cold and stiff, unable to move, his voice choked, unable to form words. He could only look up, staring blankly at the young prince…

Their bodies gradually faded, like silhouettes.

He endured, knowing this precious remaining time couldn't be used to express his longing and love; he had to tell him the necessary things. “Qianfan, you've integrated the strongest seal into the Taiji Token as its power core. The resulting protective energy should be enough to support an absolute domain, protecting the entire human world. Even gods and demons cannot disturb your peace.” His figure slowly faded until he could no longer see him, and his voice faded away. “This matter must be done as soon as possible. I'm also trying to find a way to leave the strongest seal in the mortal realm even after I leave…”

“Young prince! Don't go!” He cried out, waking from his dream, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. Qianfan looked around in alarm. He wasn't in the nursery; he was still in his own bed.

Was it just a dream? So real, so painful, yet so sweet.

He threw back the covers and found something in his palm. Picking it up, he saw it was the blue crystal he always wore on his earlobe. "Your Highness..." Something must have happened. A nameless ache gripped his chest. He jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room. He had to see the child, right now!

But as soon as he ran into the hallway, he bumped into someone.

"Brother, you're awake?" Shouwang Luo Yue steadied him, his surprise followed by worry: "Your injuries haven't healed yet. Where are you rushing off to?"

"Where's His Highness? I need to see him!" Qianfan bypassed his brother and walked straight ahead. "I suspect he was in my room earlier."

"Brother..." Luo Yue stood firmly yet gently in front of him. "You don't need to look for him. He couldn't possibly have been in your room." He lowered his head slightly, as if reluctant to tell him.

Qianfan's heart sank, clutching his younger brother's clothes tightly: "What happened?!"

His brother still couldn't speak.

"Tell me!" Qianfan couldn't wait any longer, throwing him aside, "If you won't tell me, I'll go see for myself..."

"He's gone." Luo Yue's soft words rooted Qianfan to the spot.

Luo Yue quickly went to support his brother, afraid he couldn't bear the shock, but he knew he would find out sooner or later. Luo Yue said softly, "You've been unconscious for two days and two nights. Two days ago, the young prince was captured by the Heavenly Palace." He didn't dare look at his brother's face, only hearing an unusually calm voice coldly ask, "Captured? What crime did he commit? The Heavenly Palace dares to come to my territory to capture people?"

"Because he... killed Prince Kui. A sword through the heart, right in front of the Heavenly Palace Crown Prince, he killed Prince Kui." Recalling that scene was still like a nightmare, unbelievable. "Brother, your injuries were also caused by their fight back then..."

His legs went weak, and Qianfan collapsed to the ground. Terrified, Luo Yue rushed to his side, crying, "Brother!"

He convulsed, his clenched teeth almost biting off his tongue. "Brother, relax! Relax a little..." In his panic, Luo Yue frantically sent for the imperial physician while simultaneously pinching his philtrum. His hand on Qianfan's back felt the pounding of his heart; Qianfan's lips had turned blue, almost bluish. At this rate, his heart would fail before the physician even arrived. Luo Yue was terrified and at a loss for what to do: "Brother, brother, don't panic! Calm down! The doctor will be here soon, don't scare me..."

Qianfan, you must be strong, be everyone's pillar!

His voice echoed in Luo Yue's ears.

Like a miracle, his unfocused gaze gradually cleared, and his heartbeat slowed to a normal rhythm. After taking a few deep breaths, he sat up straight from his brother's lap, his voice calm and composed, as if he were the wise and ruthless Dark Emperor:

"Do you know what punishment he will receive?"

Luo Yue was also surprised by his brother's rapid recovery. "There hasn't been a formal verdict yet, but having murdered the Heavenly Emperor's beloved son, I'm afraid no one can protect him; only execution is possible."

The Heavenly Soul Chronicles (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 267:

The interrogation room of the Heavenly Palace Prison—

a faint smell of blood floated in the cold air.

Prince Wang sat at a simple and elegant white rattan tea table, picked up a cup of fragrant fruit tea with wisps of steam, took a small sip, and the lingering fragrance slightly eased the bitterness in his heart. What comforted him most was the groaning of the little boy on the execution platform. He put down his teacup, leisurely adjusted his clothes, then leaned back in his chair, watching the boy suspended in mid-air with the eyes of someone watching a puppet show. He casually offered advice: "Mingming, if it hurts, you must cry out. Don't try to bear it."

Besides the dozen or so palace maids and guards attending to him, there were five executioners in the interrogation room responsible for administering the torture. Everyone was utterly silent, heads bowed, focused solely on their work, not daring to make a sound, and striving to maintain a completely numb expression, afraid of inadvertently revealing a trace of pity.

Every dynasty had its own set of cruel punishments to deal with uncooperative or heinous prisoners, which was understandable. But to use such cruelty on a frail, underage child was utterly reprehensible.

Every ten minutes, a thin steel wire would shoot down from the mechanism above the platform, piercing the child's body with a "thud," then shooting straight into the ground and being secured by the other side of the mechanism. After several hours, the boy had been pierced by more than thirty steel wires, hanging in mid-air like a broken puppet. The angles at which the wires shot out were random, blindly piercing his muscles, bones, and internal organs. Even more deadly was that the mechanism connecting the wires would shift slightly after a while, so each wire acted like a sharp knife, tearing through his internal tissues and severing his tendons. Dark red blood dripped down the wires.

Having been tortured for so long, the boy was almost drained of blood. His lips were cracked, and his weary, lifeless eyes were slightly open. At this moment, he was still conscious, murmuring as if in a dream, "I didn't kill him... Crown Prince, I didn't... kill Kui..."

Crown Prince Wang angrily threw a teacup, smashing it against the boy's face and shattering it on the ground. Blood immediately gushed from the boy's nose and mouth.

Everyone's hearts tightened with the sound of the porcelain cup breaking.

“If this continues… I’ll die, please believe me… I can’t… die yet… ugh!” Another wire pierced his lung, a metallic taste filled his throat, and he didn’t even have the strength to cough, only groaning as he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. To conserve his spiritual power, he couldn’t use the resurrection spell, causing his will to live to gradually fade with time.

It truly fulfilled what Kui had said to him at the end: “Mingming, I want you to taste the flavor of hell!”

“Beg? Heh.” The Crown Prince chuckled, “Even the proud Prince Mingye is willing to lower himself and beg me?” He stood up, walked to the thin, leaf-like body, and pinched his chin. “If a single word of begging can grant one’s wish, then let me beg you instead. Beg you to bring Xiao Kui back, beg you to bring him back to life, beg you to give me back my brother’s life!” He forcefully pulled at Mingye’s hair, but unexpectedly, a large clump came out with a single pull. Looking at the gray hair in his hand, the Crown Prince was completely stunned.

"I'll give it back to you, in three days... cough cough, Crown Prince... I'll give it all back to you... but not now... not yet." Just a little bit of time was left; in three days it would

be the night of the full moon. "Your worthless life, even if you die a thousand times, ten thousand times, it wouldn't be worth my brother's life!" A surge of unvented rage welled up within him; Crown Prince Wang truly wished

he could tear the little bastard before him to pieces with his own hands. Unfortunately, his father had ordered that his public trial would only be held in three days, because he was the Demon Lord's brother, and even if he were to be executed, there had to be a public and fair explanation to the Three Realms. Hmph! Couldn't he kill him in private? A sinister smile crept across Crown Prince Wang's face; he had plenty of ways to make him wish he were dead.

He pulled a dagger from his sleeve and, in front of Ming Ye's face, drew the sharp blade with a clang. He slowly reached for the boy's genitals and ripped off his pants. The small penis fell into his hand, thin and lifeless, cold and trembling helplessly. The prince looked up triumphantly, meeting the boy's terrified eyes.

"Brother Prince...no..."

So pitiful, his two silver eyes wide open, even he, unwilling to show weakness, was terrified and tears welled up. Seeing him cry, the prince felt a surge of joy.

The two stared at each other for a moment. Mingye bit his lip, swallowing all the embarrassment and shame, then closed his eyes in despair. At that moment, how jealous he was of Shen Tiankui, having such a loving family, yet he hadn't cherished them.

"Not crying anymore? You don't believe I'd really dare to make that cut?"

"You would...I've never doubted it." Except for Kui, the prince could be ruthless to everyone else. The boy, barely breathing, hung his head, recalling a promise he had once made. A bitter, regretful smile forced a smile to his lips: "It seems Little Seedling... is destined never to grow up..." The prince was utterly bewildered. He continued haltingly, "If... you feel that doing something to this body... will bring you relief, then do it... as long as you spare my life..." Secretly, the little devil had made up his mind: after death, he would never let anyone find his mutilated body. He didn't want to die only to be mocked or pitied.

"Alright, since you agree, I'll..." The blade had already pierced the tender skin.

A flash of light suddenly shot out. The prince's hand went numb, the dagger slipped from his grasp, and he was thrown back.

The Crown Prince's personal guards immediately surrounded him. The Crown Prince, rubbing his aching wrist, coldly stared at the person who entered: "Fourth Prince, I guessed you should be here soon."

The Heavenly War God glanced at him, then silently walked to the execution platform. With a surge of energy, he instantly severed dozens of steel wires. He removed his outer robe, wrapped the barely breathing child in it, and, with his back to the Crown Prince, coldly declared: "Whatever crime he committed, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor has ordered that he be handed over to the Military Court for public execution in three days." "Interrogation." A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he swept over the junior behind him: "No one has the right to torture him privately."

The Crown Prince chuckled: "There's something I've never understood. Fourth Prince, isn't your concern for him a bit excessive? I've kept him locked up here for so long, and even the demons of Shuntian City have ignored him, yet you, War God, have come to interrogate me in such a furious manner? Strange, who are you to him?"

The child in his arms had already fainted; his injuries couldn't be delayed. The Fourth Prince picked him up and left the Crown Prince and his entourage without looking back, striding out of the interrogation room.

Back in his palace in Shayunluo City, after careful treatment by the imperial physician, the bleeding from the child's wounds finally stopped.

The servants helped him put on clean clothes. Shui Zhanyi washed the blood off his hands and turned to the Fourth Prince, shaking his head sadly: "The injuries are too severe, and the cold poison has penetrated into his bone marrow. He can't be saved. His body has reached its limit. It's up to him to see how long he can hold on." Holding his old friend's arm, the imperial physician tried his best to comfort him: "Don't be too sad. In the end, he's not really your child. More than ten years ago, I only extracted a cell from your body and combined it with another cell taken from Lady Lanqin in a test tube to create an embryo. This child was born with a mission, and now that his mission is complete, he has achieved his goal."

The

Fourth Prince sat silently by the bedside. Shui Zhanyi knew he needed some time to accept the fact that his child was leaving him. But fortunately, this old friend was different from ordinary parents. He didn't put too much emotion into the child, less love and more expectation. So, for him, losing his child should be more disappointment than grief. Compared to His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, who fell ill upon hearing the news of Prince Kui's passing, the Fourth Prince's reaction was noticeably calmer, which reassured Shui Zhanyi.

He instructed his subordinates to pack up the medicines and equipment: "The young prince's condition has stabilized for the time being, and I must take my leave now." He leaned closer to the Fourth Prince and said softly, "If Your Majesty can spare the time, please visit His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor more often. At this time, he most desires your presence by his side."

"I will," the Fourth Prince replied absentmindedly, his gaze never leaving the child on the bed. He reached out and smoothed the slightly messy bangs on the child's forehead: "He's cuter when he's asleep." When awake, those silver eyes were too clear and too deep, hiding too much calculation, making one have to be wary of him at all times.

Shui Zhanyi smiled and went around to the bedside to look at the sleeping child. "I just randomly selected two cells to cultivate this little embryo. I never expected it to grow up to be so handsome. It's truly amazing! No wonder my little daughter talks about him all the time." At this point, the imperial physician sighed. He understood his daughter's thoughts less and less. She was the one who insisted on breaking off the engagement, and now she was the one who couldn't let go. "Your Majesty, I have a request. I hope you will allow my daughter to come and take care of the young prince. It's good that she doesn't keep pestering me with tears in her eyes all day long; it's pitiful to see her like this. My daughter's medical skills have already been recognized by the family, so you can rest assured."

"Then let your daughter come. It's good to have someone help look after him. I can't stay here every single moment."

The imperial physician bowed. "Your Majesty, I thank you on behalf of my daughter."

Shui Xinsha heard this news from her father through the communicator and, without delay, immediately set off from Qishou Palace to Shayunluo City.

Not long after the imperial physician left, Mingye woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw the Fourth Prince sitting by the bed. His gaze darted away, as if fleeing, afraid to look directly into the Prince's eyes again, lest he see the look of disgust directed at him like trash. "I'm sorry to have troubled you again, my lord." He spoke weakly, his voice soft and distant, like a small, timid animal.

The Fourth Prince felt a mixture of pity and resentment towards him. He tried to hold back, but couldn't help but furrow his brow: "How did you manage to make things this bad? If killing Dark Star could solve everything, if it were that simple, we would have done it long ago. Why wait until now?"

"I didn't kill Kui! Believe it or not." Mingye was agitated, struggling to sit up, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly: "The sword that pierced his heart, he stabbed himself in. He deliberately framed me..."

"What's the use of telling me?! What's the use of me believing you? The Crown Prince and a dozen officials saw it all clearly. Why didn't you hold back and try to persuade the judges at the military court, and see if they believed you then?"

Mingye lowered his head, still stubbornly whispering, "Whether they believe me or not, what does it matter to me?"

The Fourth Prince didn't hear him clearly, but his attitude was infuriating: "Regardless of whether you killed him with your own hands, the fact remains that Anxing's physical body is dead. You bear the greatest responsibility for this outcome."

Mingye laughed angrily: "Otherwise, Fourth Prince..." "What does the master want me to do? To fawn over him, pamper him, and act as his plaything when he needs me?" He suppressed his mocking smile, his eyes reddening. "Even if I were willing, how long can this broken body stay with him? The cold poison in my body is something I ingested as a child, and it's been dragging on until now, long past its incurable state. Otherwise, Kui wouldn't have implanted the demonic beast Lihen into my Heavenly Soul. Even if I die, he'll still have an excuse to go mad! To keep him calm, am I supposed to awaken Lihen within me to prolong my life, so that in the future, Yaoxing will have to deal with me, corrupted by demonic energy, in addition to facing Anxing?"

The Fourth Prince was rendered speechless by the retort.

Having said too much, Mingye, who had just woken up, was also breathless and weak, leaning against the headboard, panting, cold sweat covering his forehead. He composed himself slightly and spoke again: "I will not... accept a public trial. Three days later is the night of the full moon, the time when magic power reaches its peak. Kui, seeking revenge, will definitely seize that opportunity to launch a large-scale attack on the human world. Fourth Prince... I hope you can lend me troops; with humanity's current strength, it is not enough to contend with the demon realm."

"No!" The Fourth Prince immediately rejected the idea: "You can't go anywhere! What will the world think of you if you disappear on the eve of the trial?"

"I don't care what the world thinks..."

"Shut up!" The Heavenly War God gritted his teeth in anger: "Why do you always make people angry? Why won't you listen to me?" This little brat, only a teenager, is always full of ideas and willful. "You say the Demon Realm is about to invade? Can you provide any evidence? It's all your own conjecture..."

He was furious, but his son was even angrier. Before he could finish, his son shouted, "Kui definitely will! I know him too well!"

The Fourth Prince, who had never been so directly confronted and contradicted, almost reflexively raised his hand and slapped the child.

He immediately regretted it, unable to stop himself, only managing to lessen the force, but it was still enough to overwhelm the frail, thin body, causing him to fall heavily onto the bed, unable to get up for a long time. The Fourth Prince cursed himself for losing control, filled with remorse, but too proud to help him up and apologize. After a while, seeing Mingye slowly prop himself up, seemingly unharmed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Don't blame me for being suspicious; it's just that you're too cunning, you little rascal, I can't trust you!

“Shuntian City has been acting strangely lately, Mingye. If you're willing to tell me the truth about the intentions behind your petty actions, I might consider lending you troops.”

Mingye covered half his face: “If you trust me, I'll lend them to you; if not, forget it. No need to haggle.”

Listen to this! Everyone, listen to this! Is this how you should speak to an elder? Staying even a second longer makes me want to vomit blood. The Fourth Prince turned and left, leaving behind the words: “Stay here and recover. You must attend the public trial in three days. Don't cause me any more trouble!” As he walked out of the room, he saw Princess Shuixinsha kneeling respectfully beside him, waiting for a long time. The Fourth Prince blinked, gritted his teeth to suppress his anger, and leaned down to whisper in Shui Xinsha's ear, "Please take good care of him for me."

Inside the room, Mingye covered half of his swollen face, muttering forlornly, "So, to you, I'm also a burden?" He narrowed his eyes, forcing an ugly smile, "That's fine then, anyway, this burden will soon be gone..."

"Your Highness?" Shui Xinsha ran to the bedside and knelt down, choking back sobs, tears welling in her eyes, "Father told me everything about your condition. You won't die, I'm here, I won't let you die..." She painfully grasped the boy's hand, about to take his pulse to confirm, but he gripped it even tighter.

"Shasha, you have to help me, only you can help me now." The boy's eyes gleamed, he didn't look like a dying man at all.

Shui Zhanyi, who was taking care of the Heavenly Emperor in the Imperial Palace, was somewhat surprised to see the Fourth Prince arrive. "The young prince is awake? Why didn't you spend more time with him, Your Majesty? His Majesty isn't in such a hurry..."

"Don't mention that little brat! He's infuriating!"

Shui Zhanyi rarely saw the Fourth Prince so exasperated, and found it quite amusing. A person who was usually calm and composed only revealed his true nature when faced with something important or someone he cared about. He comforted him, "The Demon Realm's Cold Poison is one of the three most deadly poisons in the world. The pain endured by those poisoned is unimaginable to others. The young prince has already been very brave. Perhaps the intense pain has made him a little grumpy. Your Majesty should be understanding."

The Fourth Prince also reflected on himself; why was he getting so worked up over a child, especially since he was also suffering from injuries and illnesses? "I... I just don't know how to get along with him? This little guy always manages to provoke me with just a few words."

"Kids, they just like to throw tantrums and go against adults. From a psychological point of view, it's just a manifestation of their desire to be valued, and also a way for them to be affectionate."

The Fourth Prince stared suspiciously at the Imperial Physician—a seasoned father of two.

"Resolving this predicament is actually very simple. You don't have to argue with him. Just go up and hug him, or pat his head, kiss him, and praise him for doing a good job, and he'll be obedient immediately, all his tantrums will disappear."

The Fourth Prince shuddered inexplicably. The actions the other person suggested were really... embarrassing, he couldn't do them. "You don't necessarily have to do that to make him obedient..."

"Oh, you have a better way?" This time it was Shui Zhanyi's turn to be surprised.

"Yes." The Fourth Prince nodded, "I slapped him, and he immediately quieted down."

Staring speechlessly at the red-haired war god before him, the Imperial Physician was completely dumbfounded. The news that the Demon Prince would be publicly tried in the Heavenly Palace's military court spread throughout the Three Realms overnight. The Mi Kingdom had repeatedly requested an audience with the Demon Lord from Shuntian City, but these requests were ignored. All letters were intercepted by the powerful Grand Tutor Wei Chen, never reaching the Demon Lord. Despite his deliberate efforts to suppress the news,

it didn't mean the Demon Lord Hengye was unaware of what was happening outside. He had already heard of the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son being killed by his younger brother, Mingye. Recently, he had been exhausted from arranging the relocation of his people to the Endless Underground Palace. Upon hearing that his brother was to be executed by the Heavenly Palace, he collapsed into a chair, his trembling hands betraying his inner vulnerability. Like a trapped beast, he clutched his head and let out a painful cry: "How could this be? Mingye…" Since his brother ceased to participate in politics, the entire Demon Court seemed to have lost its backbone, slowly withering away. No one dared admit the truth, yet everyone could feel the powerlessness, and a sense of despondency was spreading. While Prince Mingye's governing style was somewhat autocratic, his decisions were often more comprehensive than those of the elite advisors. His unique insight often revealed overlooked advantages and disadvantages, and his swift efficiency forced his colleagues to unleash their full potential to keep up. What was once a source of great hardship now seemed incredibly time-efficient under his leadership. When everyone was exhausted and unable to concentrate, his precise instructions were timely, compensating for the lack of energy. Following his instructions ensured the smooth achievement of goals. Unbeknownst to them, he had become a pillar of support. Everyone both respected and feared this young man, despite his youth and capricious nature, which had drawn much opposition. But now, that supporting force was gone. When faced with difficult problems, making a decision now takes more than three times longer on average than before. Even afterward, the officials involved in the decision-making process are unsure whether their decision was correct and whether there are any hidden flaws. No one has the courage to take full responsibility, unlike the young prince who, when faced with resistance, would impatiently wave his hand confidently and say, "Just do as I say! What's with the fuss? I'll take full responsibility if anything goes wrong. Don't worry, if things get worse, I have several backup plans." With such a boss, subordinates would find their work much easier. Therefore, now the officials are suffering and starting to miss the comfortable days under the young prince's protection. Although they don't say it aloud, everyone secretly thinks—if only the young prince could return! The news that the Heavenly Palace would publicly try the young prince undoubtedly enraged the demons' ministers. They were waiting for the Demon Lord's order—to storm the Heavenly Palace and rescue the young prince!

"Excellent! We must rescue Mingming." He was his only younger brother. The thought of his younger brother possibly being tortured in the Heavenly Palace prison caused Hengye's heart to ache terribly. He didn't want to waste a moment and immediately gathered his forces to launch a rescue operation.

A large hand pressed down on his shoulder: "At this critical juncture, we cannot act rashly."

Hengye turned around, and standing behind him was Grand Tutor Wei Chen.

Hengye narrowed his eyes with a hint of resentment: "Does Grand Tutor disapprove of my sending troops to rescue Mingye? To let a child fall into the hands of the gods and suffer such abuse while I stand idly by? Do you know that every moment he stays in that hellish place of the Heavenly Palace prison increases his danger?" Since Mingye had wrested military power back from the Chenglong family and returned it to the royal family, it had fallen into Wei Chen Wangyue's control. To dispatch experts from the clan to rescue him, he first had to obtain this man's consent.

“It’s not that we won’t save him, but we can’t provoke the gods at this time. The young prince won’t agree to this either. The night before the public trial is when the Endless Palace is activated. It’s best to take advantage of the Heavenly Palace’s focus on the young prince’s trial and arrange the final relocation. Please be patient for three more days.”

Hengye knew he was telling the truth, but with his brother’s life at stake, his reason couldn’t overcome his anxiety. Admittedly, he wasn’t suited for the position of king; Hengye knew he lacked the ability to make decisive, hard decisions. How could Mingming entrust the future of the demon race to such a coward? Come back, Mingming, this is all your brother can do.

“I can’t even imagine how those people in the Heavenly Palace will treat him.” Hengye felt his head throbbing, his mouth filled with bitterness. He dared not lose his composure in front of his people, so he could only suppress his bitterness. “I’m very worried. My heart has been racing these past few days. I have a feeling something is about to happen. I want to bring Mingye back as soon as possible. I can only

feel at ease when I see him standing safely before me.” In the Demon Lord’s office, only the two of them were present. Suddenly, Wei Chen Wangyue did something that surprised both of them—he gently wrapped his arm around the Demon Lord’s shoulder from behind: “Don’t worry, he’s a strong and brave child. He’ll definitely get through these next few days. I assure you, he will return safely.”

The subject’s intimate gesture towards his monarch was almost disrespectful, and Hengye was so surprised that he forgot to pull away.

Wei Chen Wangyue continued, “The Endless Palace is not only an aerial city, but also an extremely dangerous weapon. If it falls into Anxing’s hands, it will surely lead the Three Realms to destruction. Do you understand? This weapon can only be controlled by Yaoxing. Even if it means bearing the crime of treason, I will protect Yaoxing with my life!” He paused, “Even though that child isn’t our brother.”

Hengye was completely bewildered by these words. He had heard glimpses of the legend of the Dark Star's destruction, but it was ultimately just a rumor; who had time to delve into it? "I don't understand what you're saying,"

Wei Chen said with a wry smile. It was time to let him know the truth. Having already set up a barrier around the room, Wei Chen confirmed once again that he wasn't being eavesdropped on.

"Are you willing to listen? A prophecy about the arrival of two stars, a conspiracy that began brewing before you were even born… and, a very foolish mistake I made…"

"Over a decade ago, a new emperor ascended the throne, sealing his demon people in the Netherworld. To resist the persecution of the gods and regain dominance over the Three Realms, the Demon Queen, Tissafia, sacrificed herself, combining her own blood with the Heavenly Emperor's essence to give birth to the prophesied Dark Star, possessing the power to destroy the Three Realms. He was born with a heart full of resentment and is known as the source of extreme evil. Upon learning this, the gods immediately devised a countermeasure, using the genes of both divine races to cultivate the Radiant Star, capable of rivaling the Dark Star.

From a young age, I was instilled with the belief that the Radiant Star, being a descendant of the gods, must be on our opposite side, an enemy of the demons, while the Dark Star was the only hope to lead my race back to the light. But gradually, I discovered that this perception was terribly wrong. The one

who truly brings peace to the world..." A true king will not divide light and darkness, justice and evil based on race. He must possess the magnanimity and enlightenment to encompass the three realms. Whether gods, demons, or humans, there should be no distinction of superiority or inferiority, nobility or lowliness; all possess equal rights to exist in this world. His power and talent should command the willing submission of the people of the three realms, while simultaneously resolving long-standing grudges and conflicts among the three races justly. "I was truly foolish. Why did it take me so long to see this? The demons, living peacefully in Shuntian City and increasingly accepted by the world, are a perfect example!"

Hearing this, Hengye finally grasped a clue: "The Yaoxing you mentioned, you wouldn't be referring to that child Mingye, would you? Impossible. I witnessed his birth; he's my brother, absolutely not a descendant of the gods."

"You're wrong. You didn't witness his birth. The 'brother' you saw was Yaoxing, who was switched at birth and taken hostage to the Demon Palace for surveillance. He's the one who killed the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son and is currently imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison awaiting his fate. He's not your real brother, Mingye."

"Impossible!" Hengye was horrified, recalling similar words he'd heard in his dream. "Impossible..." How could he believe it? "Then where is the real Mingye?" "

You'll see him soon. As for Yaoxing in the Heavenly Prison, because he has divine blood, the Heavenly Palace shouldn't make things too difficult for him. You can rest assured. After these three days, we'll find a way to rescue him."

Weichen Wangyue had already stolen the antidote for the Cold Poison from the Netherworld. He thought: Although the poison in that child's body had penetrated deep into his internal organs and bones, even with the antidote, it might not be able to eradicate it completely. But temporarily suppressing the poison to prevent further deterioration was definitely not a problem. Given some time, they would definitely find a way to detoxify him.

Another day passed with sunrise and sunset. The little demon king stayed obediently in the city of Shayunluo. He didn't expect anyone to rescue him, nor did he consider running away. He still had unfulfilled wishes. As evening approached, Shui Xinsha entered from outside with two servants. The two were dressed as imperial physicians and attendants, wearing cloaks over their clothes. Upon seeing the little prince, they removed their cloaks, revealing their faces. One was Yi Quan, and the other was the divine sword Lie Yun, who had returned to human form.

"We've brought you everything you wanted." Lie Yun tossed a precious sword next to the child on the bed.

Yi Quan went over and gently helped the child sit up.

Ming Ye picked up his sword, which he had left in his palace, and lovingly stroked the patterns on the scabbard and hilt. This wasn't the real Han Yue Blade; its materials and craftsmanship were slightly inferior to the real little prince's. But it was something that truly belonged to him. From birth until now, all these years, only this sword had faithfully accompanied him. His fingers gently caressed the character "冥" (Ming) on the hilt of the sword, evoking a complex mix of emotions.

"Ah, and this too." Lie Yun took out a game console from the medicine box that originally contained medicinal herbs and equipment.

Upon seeing this, the little devil's eyes immediately lit up. Pointing to the fluorescent screen on the wall, he exclaimed, "Quick! Connect it! Did you bring the two discs I specified as well?"

Lie Yun, annoyed that he had become a deliveryman at the beck and call of this brat, scolded like a wronged woman, "Yes, I brought them all. How could I dare disobey my master's orders?" He rummaged through his medicine box again, "Don't rush me, I'm packing them for you now."

"Your Highness, drink your medicine..." Shui Xinsha dissolved a spoonful of dark medicine and held it to Ming Ye's lips. "Good boy, open your mouth. This medicine will make you feel better." Watching the boy close his eyes, tilt his head back, and swallow the bitter medicine whole, Shui Xinsha was satisfied and took out a candied fruit to feed him. "You were a good boy today, this is your reward."

Ming Ye sucked on the sweet dried fruit and felt that his strength had indeed returned. So he jumped off the bed, stepped onto the carpet, and squatted in front of the game console.

"Hurry up, isn't the channel set up yet?" He tugged at Lieyun's sleeve, urging him on, but was brushed away.

"I'm setting up the controller for you, don't be impatient, okay?"

Shui Xinsha also curiously came over, cautiously lowering her voice: "Your Highness, you urged us to bring this in such a hurry, is there some secret passage inside that can contact the outside world?"

"Contact the outside world? Contact whom? With this game console?" Mingye blinked at her, puzzled. "No, game consoles are for playing games."

Shui Xinsha didn't believe him. How could the little prince just sit idly by? He must have a plan. She puffed out her cheeks in a huff: "You won't tell me, do you not believe me?"

"Hey, let's begin." Mingye picked up the controller and sat down in front of the screen with great interest. His eyesight was poor, and he had to sit very close to see the screen, even squinting.

The other three people in the room looked at each other, speechless.

Lie Yun stared at the little head shaking with concentration. If Yi Quan hadn't been holding him back, he would have blown his head off this morning. "You idiot... your so-called unfulfilled wish, you don't mean to finish these two games, do you?"

Everyone had guessed that there must be something else in the game console. The little prince was so eager to have it, so he must have a special use for it. Therefore, they didn't dare to delay and tried every means to sneak it over the guards. Who would have thought... this childish guy actually only uses it for playing games...

"Absolutely right, I have a whole room full of games, only these two are missing. Damn it, if I don't finish them in the next two days, I'll die with regrets." In the Mi Kingdom, the Dark Emperor sent several more letters to Shuntian City inviting the

Demon

Lord, but still received no reply. Qian Fan's face was clouded with worry. The public trial was in two days; time was ticking away, and the chance of saving the person before the trial only grew slimmer with each passing second.

Contrary to his melancholy, the palace was filled with a joyous atmosphere. Reliable information had leaked from the development department that a new type of defensive barrier was about to be successfully developed, with an estimated coverage area of tens of thousands of kilometers, encompassing almost all human nations. With it, humanity would no longer need to fear the threat of gods and demons.

"Bang!!!" Suddenly, a loud bang resounded, and the ground shook violently. Qianfan stood up alertly from his seat. "What happened?"

His team of communications officers busied themselves for a while before one of their superiors came to report, "Sir, there was a minor explosion at the R&D department. No casualties have been reported yet." A

minor explosion? Could it be related to the strongest seal? Qianfan decided to go and check it out.

When he arrived at the research lab, staff were rushing in and out with fire extinguishers, and the room was filled with thick smoke. Amidst the commotion, he heard a familiar voice yelling, "Let go! Don't stop me! I'm going to get that 'soul' back! Get out of my way! All of you, get out of my way..."

Protected by his subordinates, Qianfan went inside and indeed saw the disheveled doctor, his glasses shattered, his face and body covered in dust, and the edges of his clothes showing signs of burning. Ignoring his own disheveled state, he shook off his assistants who tried to stop him and rushed forward recklessly to salvage the blue crystal stuck in the center of the shattered Tai Chi token.

"Professor! Professor!" his assistants called out to him one by one. "The Tai Chi Token is still in danger of exploding again. Please wait until the protection team has cleared the site and confirmed that there is no danger before you go over."

As a mad scientist, the doctor could not bear to watch his important research resources being put in danger, even more than if he were in danger himself. He would not listen to his assistants' advice. His eyes were bloodshot and he roared with spittle flying, "What do you bastards know! Even if I am gone, we can find someone else to replace me, but if something goes wrong with that soul, with modern technology, even if we extract minerals day and night, we will not be able to refine a soul with such a high purity in another five hundred years! Let me go! I told you to let go! You've rebelled! You damned bastards!"

The doctor suddenly went berserk, becoming as strong as an ape. He punched with both hands, knocking all the assistants to pieces. He climbed up the frame supporting the Tai Chi Token faster than the protection team. The metal pipe softened under the heat, threatening to collapse at any moment. A group of researchers below watched with bated breath as he climbed up, his skin sizzling and emitting white smoke from the heat of the metal frame. Finally, he reached the Tai Chi token without serious injury. The doctor carefully removed his coat, wrapped it around the blue crystal, and plucked it from the shelf, holding it like a lover, his face filled with a sickeningly sweet infatuation: "My darling, my darling, you're finally back in my arms."

Those below felt a chill run down their spines.

In his moment of triumph, he neglected the bent and deformed metal pipe beneath his feet. With a sharp crack, he lost his balance and plummeted from the platform, several meters high. In such a situation, the instinct for survival is to grab onto anything nearby for leverage, but he was stubborn and refused to let go of the object he was clinging to, unable to free his hands, and the waterbed below hadn't even been opened yet. Undoubtedly, he would have been smashed to pieces on the spot, a scene that elicited screams from the crowd, with the girls even covering their eyes in disbelief.

Witnessing this perilous moment, Qianfan felt a powerful urge: He can't die! Save him!

Responding to his wish, blue light erupted from the Doctor's chest, a gust of wind shooting upwards, forming a powerful vortex. The Doctor, thinking he was doomed, kept his eyes tightly shut, unable to watch, but those below saw it clearly. The rising air current enveloped him, gently and safely "placing" him on the ground.

"A miracle!" everyone cheered, rushing to surround him.

The latecomer, Watcher Luo Yue, kicked the man lying on the ground: "Hey! Get up! How long are you going to pretend to be dead?"

The Doctor snapped out of his daze, opening his eyes, unable to believe that he had not only survived such a fall but was also completely unharmed. Without a word, he quickly sat up and opened the heavy bundle in his arms. Seeing the blue crystal lying safely inside, he breathed a sigh of relief and cried tears of joy: "Thank goodness, baby, you're alright."

His disgusting behavior sent chills down everyone's spines.

The Dark Emperor approached and asked the Doctor, "What caused the explosion? Any clues?"

The Doctor, tears streaming down his face, said, "It's all because of it..." He presented the blue crystal to everyone. "Its power is simply too immense. The other parts of the Tai Chi Token couldn't match it, causing an energy backlash that burned out the circuitry. We must reassess and rebuild it."

"So, it might be possible for it to replace the existing power core?"

The Doctor nodded: "It should be feasible, although the technology isn't mature yet, and achieving a perfect integration will be difficult. The energy contained within this soul is like a wild beast; it must be used with extreme caution."

*You're the wild beast!* Qianfan frowned, very bothered by the way the other person described the blue crystal given to him by the young prince in such an unpleasant way.

The doctor, realizing his description was somewhat inappropriate, added, "Let me put it this way: the Tai Chi Token is like a person's body. After repeated adjustments by the engineering department, all parts of the body are now operating in coordination. The power core is equivalent to the heart. Now, if we remove it and transplant another heart, the newly implanted organ will inevitably be rejected by the body. Theoretically, it will take about fifteen minutes to eliminate the rejection reaction. May I ask, where did Your Majesty obtain this precious treasure?"

"It was... given to me by someone."

The doctor, being incredibly clever, immediately understood: "No wonder! I knew it; such a high-purity soul couldn't have been artificially refined."

This is a fragment of the Heavenly Soul!

Qianfan thought of a worrying question: "Won't using it on the Taiji Token affect its owner?"

The doctor smiled bitterly: "I don't know much about the Heavenly Soul either. I've read some reports that mention it. For gods and demons, the Heavenly Soul is also part of the body, but how important it is, whether it's equivalent to a limb or an organ, is unknown. In any case, removing a part of the body will definitely cause harm."

Qianfan suddenly felt a churning in his stomach and covered his mouth, dry heaving wave after wave.

"Brother!" Shouwang Luo Yue immediately rushed over to help him up, asking softly, "What's wrong? You don't look well. Don't worry about things here. With the doctor here, you should go and rest. Or, how about I go with you to see the imperial physician?"

This gagging had happened before. A thought flashed through Qianfan's mind. Could it be…?

(From the novel *Tianhun Zhuan*, chapter 271:

If he were pregnant, the young prince would never leave him, and would stay by his side like before.)

Qianfan joyfully stroked his lower abdomen. This time, he wanted to give birth to a baby just as beautiful as the young prince, with silver hair and silver eyes. His breasts… He kneaded his two snow-white breasts. Because his pregnancy was over, and due to the recent lack of sexual stimulation, they were noticeably less full than before. They would probably return to their previous flatness soon. No wonder the young prince had always been indifferent to him, only touching him occasionally. If he could get pregnant, his breasts would definitely swell, returning to their former state, captivating that little lecher and making him unable to leave his body.

Conceiving his shameful little scheme, he patiently accepted the series of examinations suggested by the imperial physician. Each one was tedious and took a long time to complete. Finally, the physician reported the conclusion to him—

nervous stress leading to indigestion.

"Ah...is that all? Please check again."

Qianfan was indescribably disappointed, repeatedly confirming with the physician while getting dressed. After the physician repeatedly assured him that he was in good health and that he would be fine as long as he rested, he was dejected. He dragged his head down and left the room.

His little scheme had failed, and the black hair hanging down his temples couldn't hide the ashamed look on his face.

Bored, he wandered around the palace corridors a few times, and accidentally walked to the room where the young prince had once lived. Because a fierce battle had taken place there, a large hole had been blown in one of the walls. Qianfan picked up a relatively intact chair, pulled it to the hole, and sat down to ponder.

His younger brother, Luo Yue, who had been following behind him out of concern, also came in. Seeing his brother's troubled profile, he couldn't help but call out, "Brother, are you... alright?" The imperial physician's examination results were all normal, so why was he unhappy?

"Sigh—" Qian Fan sighed sadly, touching his soft belly, "I really want to be pregnant."

Huh? Luo Yue was startled, "Brother... you... are pregnant?" Although his brother had a special constitution, he found it hard to imagine a man with a round, watermelon-like belly. How strange! He scoffed, "How could you have such thoughts? That's ridiculous, pregnancy is a woman's business..." His brother gave him a warning glance, making him shut up and drop his nonchalant smile.

"What's so strange about it?" Qian Fan was in a particularly bad mood, "That little baby in the nursery is my child, don't be so fussy!" He also knew that male pregnancy was difficult for the world to accept; not to mention outsiders, even his younger brother almost treated him like a monster. Only the little prince didn't mind at all, and still held him in his arms like a treasure all day long, refusing to let go. Many past moments had disappeared from his memory with the removal of the chip, but that warm feeling was engraved in his heart, forever and ever.

Seeing his brother's eyes redden and become misty with tears, Luo Yue went over, squatted down, took his brother's hand, and eagerly suggested, "If brother wants to get pregnant, then I... I can too..."

"Don't even think about it!" Qian Fan shook off his brother's hand, dousing his wishful thinking with a bucket of cold water. He rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his hand and said, "I will only bear the little prince's child! Even if someone else gets pregnant, I won't want them!" His emotions spiraled out of control, and Qianfan's tears fell even more fiercely. At this moment, he truly felt utterly alone and helpless: "I want to see him, to know if he's alright? Is he suffering in prison? But I can't do anything, I can't help him, I can only sit here waiting! How can I be so useless!"

Luo Yue hugged his weeping brother, wanting to boldly promise—"I'll go and rescue him right now!" But even with the thought, he knew he didn't have the ability; saying irresponsible things would only add to his brother's troubles, so he could only silently comfort him.

Actually, Qianfan didn't know that the little devil had powerful backing; he wouldn't suffer at all, currently engrossed in a prison game.

Shui Xinsha brought over all the ancient medical classics of her clan, hoping to find a prescription to counteract the cold poison. She studied them all day, her eyes swirling with worry, but still hadn't found a clue. She needed to relax, her eyes scanning the room. The young prince was still sitting in front of the screen, completely absorbed in his game, so focused, it seemed he was determined to beat it. His fingers flew across the controller, a dazzling display.

Yi Quan was cutting fruit at the table, preparing a fruit salad for the young prince's dinner. She remembered that morning, when Shui Xin Sha learned the prince liked salads, she had volunteered to make a black and green "herbal salad"—very nutritious, but the prince, upon seeing it, crossed his arms to indicate he wasn't hungry and refused to be fed, so she had to give up.

A handsome man on the sofa whistled. Shui Xin Sha glared over; it was Lie Yun reading a beach magazine.

He was beginning to appreciate the beauty of the human body; the men and women in the magazine all had impeccable physiques, and he complained that the young prince's body he had been given lacked muscle—handsome, but lacking in masculinity. Comparing his biceps to the magazine, he rolled up his sleeve and sighed.

Shui Xinsha observed the world; it seemed only she was anxious, while everyone else seemed carefree. She had a strange feeling. Was it possible that the trial in two days wouldn't be for the young prince? Or had everyone secretly plotted an escape, and she was the only one unaware? With this question in mind, she moved to the sofa next to the handsome red-haired man and struck up a conversation: "Hey, I heard your name is Lieyun?"

The red-haired man looked at her and nodded: "I haven't changed my name."

"Then what's your connection to the Lieyun Divine Sword of the Shayunluo clan?" Gossip is a girl's nature.

The handsome red-haired man smiled and beckoned her closer, then whispered in her ear,

"It's a secret!"

Shui Xinsha was furious and didn't mince words: "What grand plan do you have? This can't go on. Another day has passed. Is the young prince not going to escape? Are you just going to play games and wait to be sentenced?"

Lie Yun was still wary of the Imperial Physician Princess: "I don't know what the young prince is thinking, but he'll have a hard time escaping." He gestured towards the young prince, "Use your spiritual power to check."

Shui Xinsha looked over, secretly gathering her energy, and was shocked. She hadn't noticed before; the young prince's hands and feet were bound by chains and talismans made of spiritual power. "Has the power of his Heavenly Soul been sealed?"

“Yes,” Lie Yun said, “running away is a waste of time; we’ll be tracked down soon.”

Shui Xinsha frowned, “Then what do we do? Stay here and wait to die?” To relieve her melancholy, she pinched and twisted the handsome man’s pale arm with her fingernails, making Lie Yun jump up in pain: “Ouch—what are you doing? What have I done to you?”

It seemed to really hurt; tears were streaming down his face. Shui Xinsha revealed the hard weapon on her finger: “Tell me, if the young prince and the fourth prince really fought, who would be stronger?”

Lie Yun’s pain momentarily lowered his guard, and he glanced at the young prince. “Of course it would be…” He immediately stopped, glaring at Shui Xinsha warily: “Why are you asking this?”

Hehe! The clever girl had already gotten the answer, and she felt relieved. She ordered, “Go back to Qishou Palace and bring me the remaining three bundles of books. I want to finish reading them tonight.”

“Hey!” Lie Yun yelled. "You juniors, stop treating me like a delivery boy, okay? I'm someone of status."

"Alright, your current status is my assistant, otherwise the guards outside wouldn't have let you in." Shui Xinsha dismissed him, "Go and come back quickly."

Having gotten rid of this oversized third wheel, the girl carefully stepped behind the young prince, sat down, and whispered in his ear, "Can I hug you?"

Having just passed one hurdle, victory was in sight. Ming Ye was in a great mood and casually replied, "If you like."

Shui Xinsha happily snuggled against his back, her arms encircling his waist. Her cheek rested on the cool strands of hair on his back, exuding his unique, cool fragrance. The girl couldn't help but gently run her fingers through them. Her hair, once shimmering silver, more dazzling than platinum, was now a patchwork of gray, a pitiful sight.

"Shasha, don't pull it out! My hair's been falling out a lot lately, if you keep pulling it out I'll go bald."

Shui Xinsha chuckled, "No way! Your hair is so thick, I'll take a couple to do some research tonight." She put the hair she'd taken out into the brocade pouch she carried with her. "Hey, you've been playing all day. If you're tired, lean on me."

"Okay." Mingye happily lay down on Shui Xinsha's lap, still staring intently at the screen. He suddenly spoke to the supercomputer beside the dining table, "Yiquan, try to contact Lady Lanqin for me, whether directly or by leaving a message for her secretary. Ask her to reply as soon as possible; I have urgent business to discuss with her."

"Yes," Yiquan replied, her hands still busy preparing dinner, while the other end had already connected to the network, data flashing in her pupils. "Your Highness, Lady Lanqin is currently on a visit to a country in the east and cannot be contacted for the time being."

"Then keep trying until you get a reply." The Little Demon King paused, somewhat hesitant, "Also, please send a message to the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Palace for me; I want to speak with him..." After thinking for a moment, he changed his mind, "Wait, wait, let's hold off for now. I haven't calmed down yet... I don't want to see his face for the time being." Mentioning that cruel Crown Prince with sadistic tendencies, the Little Demon King still felt lingering fear, and his injuries began to throb again. "Let's... wait until after tonight." The next morning, when

the Crown Prince

received the call request from the Little Demon King, he was quite surprised—

he had just severely punished the little thing the day before, yet the boy still dared to contact him. He didn't

want to respond; at this point, he didn't think there was any need for them to talk. His only thought upon seeing the boy was to personally dissect him alive.

"Ignore him!" the Crown Prince resolutely refused, continuing to bury himself in official duties.

Looking at the rejection message displayed on the screen, Mingye's hard-won courage vanished instantly. He slumped against Yiquan, hesitating whether to send another communication request.

Early this morning, Shasha said she needed to go back to Qishou Palace to get something and left in a hurry. Mingye hoped to finish this before she returned, so he gritted his teeth and resent the request.

At first, the Crown Prince could remain indifferent and ignore them. However, after receiving sixteen communication requests in a row, his work was repeatedly interrupted. Finally, the Crown Prince couldn't bear it any longer and ordered the communications officer, "This is so annoying! Get him through!" Tomorrow is the day of judgment; the little brat is facing death. Let's see what last words he has to say!

As soon as the communication channel was connected, the Crown Prince's face appeared on the screen, extremely impatient and filled with blatant hatred.

For some reason, the little devil had become increasingly concerned about other people's opinions. Seeing that look of disgust towards him made him timid.

"Crown Prince Brother," Mingye greeted cautiously, taking several deep breaths, straightening his chest, trying to focus his gaze on the other person's face instead of humbly avoiding it, and trying to appear neither humble nor arrogant, but confident.

In fact, beneath the tough exterior he was maintaining, the real him was already riddled with holes, so broken that he didn't even dare to lift his head.

"Speak your last words quickly, or you'll miss your chance tomorrow." The Crown Prince's smile was both mocking and malicious.

"I...I hope you can lend me troops." He blurted out what he needed to say in one breath, no matter how ridiculous the request was, he had to try.

The Crown Prince indeed seemed to have heard something out of the blue, "Lend you troops?" He scoffed, rolled his eyes, then loosened his collar and leaned back in his chair.

Mingye saw the furnishings in the background; it was clearly Kui's palace. He also saw the large bed behind the Crown Prince, the canopy still fluttering in the wind, but the palace's owner would never return; his body lay in the crystal coffin in the mourning hall.

"Why would you think of borrowing troops from me?" The Crown Prince found it unbelievable. "Do you think I would agree? Don't be ridiculous! You're going to be sentenced tomorrow, what would you need troops for? What kind of scheme are you plotting, trying to escape?"

"No!" Mingye quickly clarified, but fearing the Crown Prince might shut down the communication if he was displeased, he hurriedly explained, "Tonight is the night of the full moon, and the Demon Realm is very likely to take this opportunity to attack humanity. I hope the Heavenly Palace can lend us elite troops to help humanity overcome this calamity."

"The Demon Realm? You mean the 30,000 demon survivors of Shuntian City? Do you think those people are any real threat?" The Crown Prince leisurely straightened the creases in his clothes, still listening as if to a story, not taking his words to heart at all.

Mingye was somewhat discouraged. Clearly, so far, people only regarded him as a madman or a liar.

But he had no choice but to humbly try his best to persuade the other party: "It's not Shuntian City. The people there only seek peace and prosperity; they have no such ambitions. The Demon Realm I'm referring to is the demon race sealed in the Netherworld by His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor. On the night of the full moon, they have enough power to open a passage connecting the two worlds and descend to the mortal realm. You've also heard the legends of demons eating people; by absorbing human souls, their demonic power can increase exponentially. If the human kingdoms are conquered by the Demon Realm, the Heavenly Palace will also face a great threat. Now, there is no other way but to cooperate with humanity to jointly resist this catastrophe."

Hahaha! The Crown Prince burst into laughter: "Mingming, how could you even fabricate such a lie!" He rubbed his forehead, shaking his head with a laugh: "You know very well that you will surely die in tomorrow's trial, so you wanted to escape tonight. Unfortunately, Shuntian City has not launched any rescue operation, ignoring you and letting you be executed by the Heavenly Palace. Having no other choice, you had to trick me into lending you troops to help you escape. Is that all? Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe such a lame story?"

"No! I didn't make up a story!!"

"No need to say more! Last time, I defied my father's wishes to help you release the Dark Emperor, just so you could bring Xiao Kui back safely from the mortal realm. I waited and waited in the Heavenly Palace every day, remaining still and not interfering with your actions in the Mi Kingdom, because I firmly believed you would not disappoint me. But what was the result? What did you do? What did I get in return? Mingming, the biggest mistake I ever made in my life was to believe you so wholeheartedly, like an idiot!"

Mingye's face turned pale. The Crown Prince's prejudice against him was deeply rooted, and even if he talked himself hoarse, the other party wouldn't believe him.

Forget it, give up.

"Fine, fine, it's all my fault." He lowered his head dejectedly and muttered softly, "If you don't believe me, fine, I can manage on my own without your help... Tch! Do you think I need your help? Stop being so conceited, you obsessive!"

"Oh, you're even swearing now." The Crown Prince heard everything clearly. He loved seeing this arrogant little thing look dejected and defeated; he was especially happy when he bullied him. "If you have anything to say, say it now while you still have time. I'm not afraid to tell you, your mouth will be sealed shut when you're executed tomorrow. You won't even have a chance to defend yourself or repent." The Crown Prince gloated, crossing his legs and leaning slightly against the armrest of his chair.

Only then did Mingye notice a black wooden plaque on the bedside table behind the Crown Prince, with a few words engraved on it. He squinted and stared at it carefully for a while before he could make out that it read "Eternal Rest for My Beloved Son."

It was the Heavenly Emperor's handwriting, carved by the father himself, placed beside his youngest son's pillow to accompany him in his eternal sleep.

Mingye wondered, if he died, would anyone carve a plaque for him like this, stroke by stroke? He longed for a plaque, even a small one, so that at least someone would remember him, proving that he had once existed in this world. He laughed self-deprecatingly. That was pure wishful thinking. Who would bother with such a thing for someone without status, without even a name? And what should be engraved on the plaque?

He sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted, wishing the night would end so he could sleep forever.

"Brother Crown Prince, I don't need to repent, and I said that even if I die, I'll die far away, not polluting any part of your Heavenly Palace. I apologize for disturbing you today; if anything has upset you, I sincerely apologize. I'm sorry! I won't interfere with your work any longer." He raised his hand, intending to turn off the communication channel. "

Wait," the Crown Prince leaned closer to the screen, speaking sarcastically, "The story you just made up was quite interesting, but unfortunately full of holes. What makes you so certain... the Demon Realm would choose to launch an attack tonight, and of all times, the night before your trial? The timing is too coincidental!"

Before ending the call, Mingye patiently replied, "Because Kui knows I won't live to see the next full moon and wants to force me to become one of his subordinates. Tonight is his last chance. Brother Crown Prince, if you're willing to change your mind, please send troops to garrison the southeastern border of the Mi Kingdom before midnight tonight."

After the communication was cut off, the screen went black.

The Crown Prince stared silently for a long time, then slammed his fist on the table in anger: "Mi Kingdom! It's all because of that bitch Dark Emperor again!"

The conversation ended, and the Little Demon King, exhausted, could no longer hold on and swayed, collapsing backward.

The person who had just entered saw this and immediately rushed to his side to catch him.

Ming Ye fell into that person's arms, his consciousness somewhat hazy. He faintly smelled the fragrance of herbs. His head rested on that person's chest, and he complained weakly, "Shasha, your chest is so flat... and so hard, it's hurting my forehead." ( From

"Heavenly Soul Chronicles" (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 273)

Seeing her beloved boy being snatched away by her younger brother, Shui Xinsha was very unhappy, hands on her hips, sulking: "Your Highness, look carefully, the person holding you now isn't me."

Shui Zhiyan looked worriedly at the person nestled motionless in her arms: "Sister, Your Highness has fainted. Has the cold poison flared up again?"

“I don’t think so.” Shui Xinsha touched the young prince’s cheeks and hands. “His body is warm, not like the symptoms of a cold poison attack. I think he’s probably just exhausted. From the day before yesterday until this morning, he played video games for over twenty hours straight. It’s no wonder he’s collapsed.” She turned and gave the kneeling female official a reproachful look. “You’re by his side all day, and you don’t even try to persuade him. You just let him do whatever he wants.”

Yi Quan didn’t reply. She hid the communicator, turned her back to them, silently picked up the game console from the ground, and hugged it to her chest, her eyes filled with sorrow. It took her a while to put it back on the shelf under the screen.

The room suddenly became eerily quiet.

The eldest princess turned to her brother and instructed, “Quickly put the young prince on the bed in the inner room.”

“It’s only been a few months, and he’s lost so much weight!” He was so light that a strong wind could blow him over. Shui Zhiyan easily picked him up and carried him to the bed.

The unconscious Ming Ye greedily rubbed against Shui Zhiyan, clinging to her.

Shasha pressed him back onto the pillow, preventing him from moving: "Don't be fooled by the young prince's usual aloof and arrogant demeanor, always ignoring everyone. Once you get to know him, you'll find... he's actually quite affectionate."

Gently stroking his long, gray hair, Shui Zhiyan recalled the rumors she'd heard in the palace recently—that the demon prince's most favored concubine was actually the human Dark Emperor, and that her approach to the prince had ulterior motives.

Remembering the gentle, pregnant beauty he'd seen in the Shuntian City palace, Shui Zhiyan could see the depth of the young prince's affection for her. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "To love someone so deeply, yet receive no genuine reciprocation, and then discover that their advances were nothing but a conspiracy and deception—that kind of pain must be excruciating. That's why the young prince's hair turned white overnight..."

"Nonsense!" Shui Xinsha glanced at her brother, dismissively. "It's not as romantic as you think. The cold poison invading the body causes cell death and a rapid decline in organ function. It's not surprising that the young prince's hair turned white; it wasn't for anyone." Her gaze lingered on Ming Ye's face as she instructed her brother, "I'll guard the outer room and prevent anyone from entering. Perfect timing; it'll be easier for you while he's unconscious. Be quick and decisive, understand?"

Shui Zhiyan blushed and nodded shyly.

She was a thousand times unwilling to give up her beloved boy and push him to her younger brother, leaving them alone in the room to make love. But she had no choice. She had read through all the medical books in the clan, but she couldn't find an antidote. Although her brother's Sacred Heart Fruit could only slow down the spread of the poison, it was better than nothing.

"You..." It seemed there were still many things she was worried about that needed to be explained. Shui Xinsha's mouth moved, but she couldn't say a word. She glanced at the sleeping prince on the bed several times, and finally gritted her teeth, turned around and walked out of the inner room.

As soon as she stepped outside, she was met by Lie Yun and Yi Quan. The four eyes of the two of them were staring at her, making her jump. She had no time to care about the sorrow and resentment in her heart: "Wh...what are you doing? Zhiyan is treating the prince inside. You can't go in now!"

"Is this alright?" It was Lie Yun who spoke. He was connected to his master's mind and knew everything that had happened to his master. Of course, he also knew about the Sacred Heart Fruit and the "treatment" that was about to take place in the room.

Yi Quan was unaware of the truth. She had only met the boy who was alone with the young prince inside once, and didn't have a good impression of him. He had come to the palace in Shuntian City to return a small box for Prince Kui, but Qian Fan, after seeing it, was not only startled and suffered a premature birth, almost losing her life. Yi Quan felt that the young prince probably wouldn't be too pleased with this boy either.

Shui Xinsha stopped them: "To save the young prince, this is the only way right now. I'm unwilling, but..."

Lie Yun glanced at the inner room and sighed: "That little brat will definitely be angry with you when he wakes up."

She also knew that doing this might make the young prince hate her. Shui Xinsha twisted her fingers, thinking for a long time. She tilted her head back, her eyes still red, but her gaze was unusually firm: "Even if he hates me, I'll do it! To me, his health is the most important thing."

Lie Yun nodded approvingly, "Since you have this resolve, I'll trust you this once." Patting her shoulder, Lie Yun didn't stop her anymore and went to the sofa to pick up a beach magazine to continue reading.

The two spoke in riddles, only hinting at the point, and Yi Quan couldn't understand at all. "Lord Lie Yun, is it really okay to let that boy be with the young prince?"

"No problem. This brother and sister are the best doctors in the Heavenly Realm, and they are deeply in love with your young master. They would never harm him."

He spoke loudly and unrestrainedly, and Shui Xin Sha blushed, whispering angrily from the side, "Idiot, you're holding the book upside down!"

"Oh!" Lie Yun was very embarrassed and quickly turned the book upside down. Yi Quan was still restless, and he had no interest in reading the magazine. "Don't be so nervous. If even this brother and sister can't save your young master, then probably no one else in the world can." These words were meant to comfort others, and also to comfort herself. "This is a crucial time. Don't go in and disturb them. Leave it to him. Hopefully, everything will go smoothly so your young master can recover his strength. After all, there's still a lot of trouble ahead tomorrow."

Tomorrow! Shui Xinsha's heart pounded: "Do you think... tomorrow, will His Highness be sentenced to death?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became extremely tense.

After a long while, Lie Yun broke the silence: "In my opinion, execution is not necessarily the case. The important figures in the Heavenly Palace probably feel that His Highness is no longer of any use, and they are wary of his power, so they plan to frame him with a serious crime and imprison him, preventing him from having any further contact with demons or humans."

"If it's just imprisonment, that's fine..." Shui Xinsha spoke what everyone was thinking.

Inside the room, Shui Zhiyan began to undress Mingye. The buttons on his shirt were all undone, revealing his pale, thin chest. Mingye groaned groaning in a daze, "Cold..."

Shui Zhiyan also took off his own shirt, pressing his entire body against the young prince, their lean bodies pressed tightly together.

"I never dared to dream that one day I could be this close to you."

He wrapped one arm around Mingye's waist, the other hand supporting the back of his neck, and lowered his head to press his pale purple, cold lips to his.

The young prince's lips were soft, with a hint of fruity sweetness, and Shui Zhiyan involuntarily deepened the kiss. His technique was still quite inexperienced, everything was driven by instinct. His tongue pushed aside the young prince's lips and invaded them.

"Mmm..." Mingye's brows furrowed slightly, drowsy, feeling the surrounding atmosphere was unfamiliar, making him uneasy. He wanted to push the other away, but his limbs were numb and stiff, refusing to obey his commands. Her lips were being gently sucked, and a warm, spiritual energy flowed slowly into his body from where their lips met. (

Tales of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 274)

Shui Xinsha was waiting in the outer room, finding nothing to do.

The handsome red-haired man was curled up on the sofa reading pornographic magazines, occasionally revealing a lewd smile. The other female official was only focused on housework, making the room sparkling clean, without a speck of dust. Both of them were engrossed in their own worlds, showing no desire to talk. The bored princess desperately needed a distraction, as she couldn't help but prick up her ears, listening to the sounds coming from inside the room. How far had they progressed? She couldn't help but wonder, yet she was also afraid that if she actually heard something, she would feel even more distressed. A pendulum swung in her heart, bobbing left and right, unable to stop.

She recalled that not long ago, the young prince had knelt before her, crying and begging her to save the Dark Emperor. She had chased the young prince out of his palace, locked herself in her room for ages, but couldn't get him to get an erection. Completely at her wit's end, she went to find the young prince again. But as soon as the door opened, the young prince, who was leaning against it, tripped and fell flat on his back. His utterly distraught appearance was almost comical to think about. But now, it was her turn to truly understand that feeling. "

Young prince, I understand how you felt then. And I believe you understand how I feel now." So, please don't blame me…

“Uh, that…” The handsome red-haired man on the sofa suddenly looked up, pointed to the inner room, and asked Shui Xin Sha, “Didn’t you use any sleeping pills on him?”

Shui Xin Sha didn’t understand why he asked this, and shook her head inexplicably: “No, the young prince is already unconscious, why bother?”

Lie Yun chuckled, his laughter somewhat stiff: “This is going to be difficult!”

As soon as he finished speaking, an angry voice came from the inner room: “Someone come here!”

The three people outside rushed in as if their pants were on fire.

The only mistake the two imperial physicians made was that they didn’t expect the person to wake up so quickly.

On the bed, the young prince, shirtless, was kneeling there, one hand clutching his chest and panting, the other hand pressing down on the wrists of the boy lying next to him. The boy was covered with an outer robe, but it was vaguely visible that the skin underneath was also completely naked. The robe was disheveled, probably hastily put on by the young prince.

Her silver eyes flashed with anger as she coldly swept over Lie Yun: "How did he get into my room? Tell me! How could you let a stranger approach me like that?!"

This little brat may be young, but he's quite intimidating when he gets angry. Lie Yun chuckled dryly: "Well... he's not exactly a stranger. He's the princess's younger brother; you've met him before, haven't you?" He quickly pulled Shui Xinsha in front of him to shield her.

"Shasha..." Ming Ye realized she was there too, and his anger subsided somewhat as he tossed the boy aside like a hot potato. "I swear, I didn't do anything inappropriate to him! He climbed into my bed himself!" He knew Shasha cherished this younger brother the most and always protected him fiercely. In this situation, he didn't know how to explain himself to make her believe him.

Shui Xinsha's gaze swept around the bed, not missing a single clue. After looking for a while, she asked anxiously, "Your Highness...you didn't touch Zhiyan?"

"No! Really, I didn't!" Mingye, who was busy finding clothes to put on, also stopped and looked up directly into Shui Xinsha's eyes to show his innocence.

"He...he didn't touch you either?" Her tone was full of regret.

Mingye was a little puzzled. He looked at Shui Zhiyan, who was huddled to the side, and then looked down at himself. Both of them were still wearing their pants properly, so it shouldn't be that either of them had been defiled. "When I woke up, he was kissing my lips...shasha?" The bed next to them suddenly slumped down, and Shui Xinsha threw herself on him, burying her face in his chest and muttering, "Your Highness, please forgive me."

The needle had only pierced the skin on his back. Shui Xinsha only felt a numbness in her wrist, and she was thrown straight backward by the prince's internal force. Fortunately, Yiquan caught her from behind, so she didn't fall too badly.

Mingye slowly pulled out the silver needle from the acupoint on her back, held it in his hand, and his thoughtful gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the room.

Shui Zhiyan quickly took out a brocade box from her medicine chest and pushed it in front of the young prince. She was too shy to look at him, only lowering her head and saying, "Don't be angry, I... I just wanted to help you detoxify. This box contains my Sacred Heart Fruit, just picked. Please... please accept my heart."

The little devil, with his exceptional memory, immediately pointed out the discrepancy: "That's not right. When I saw you a few months ago, you said it would take another six months to ripen, but it hasn't reached that time yet." "

Originally, it was supposed to take another two months, but then... Prince Kui gave me a bottle of nutrients, and said that as long as I followed his method, the young prince would... I tried using it, and found it grew incredibly fast..."

"What?! You dare to use something Kui gave you so casually?"

Mentioning that guy's name, Mingye had to be on high alert. He opened the brocade box, and the room was immediately filled with a fragrant aroma. A glistening fruit lay inside. The jade-green flesh was covered with black veins resembling blood vessels.

“Sure enough, a very strong evil aura…”

Mingye pressed his heart, taking several steps back, staring warily at the object in the box. The demonic beast Lihen, parasitizing his Heavenly Soul, showed faint signs of awakening under the stimulation of that evil aura. Just getting close was already like this; Mingye dared not imagine what would happen if he ate the Sacred Heart Fruit. He couldn't guarantee that he could still suppress Lihen without being devoured by it.

“Lieyun, destroy this thing quickly.” Not to mention him, no one could touch this evil object.

“No—!!!” Not only Shui Zhiyan, but even Shasha rushed over to protect the brocade box. “This is the last way to save the young prince, it cannot be destroyed!”

Lieyun was afraid of hurting them, so of course he dared not do it.

“Let go!” Mingye was angry with Kui.

The Sacred Heart Fruit was so important to the children of the Imperial Physician family, and he wouldn't use someone else's things as a tool for his grandmother's revenge. After being corrupted by your evil aura, anyone who ate this fruit would immediately become demonic and bloodthirsty.

“This evil thing cannot be tolerated in this world; it will only harm itself and others. I will not eat it, and you cannot give it to anyone else to eat. It must be destroyed immediately!”

“It’s not evil! It’s not evil!” The little boy, as pure white as a lamb, cried, clutching the box and refusing to let go. “I’ve nurtured it with great care for fifteen years… Every single day I’ve hoped it would grow, hoping it would bring health and longevity to my beloved, keeping them away from the harm of illness.” He wept, tears streaming down his face, staining the sheets. His thin shoulders, visible beneath his robe, trembled incessantly. “Your Highness, I just wanted it to grow faster, much faster… that’s why I had to use the nutrients Your Highness gave me, so that it could help you in time…”

Mingye hardened his heart and snatched the brocade box from his arms: "Since it's for me, then take it and do with it as you please." Purple flames erupted from his hand, burning the brocade box and the Sacred Heart Fruit inside.

"No!!!" Shui Zhiyan screamed, ignoring his slipping robe, desperately rushing forward to rescue the Sacred Heart Fruit from the flames. It was as if his beating heart was being burned by the fire, the pain so intense…

Mingye, fearing he would be burned, quickly dropped the brocade box, losing his balance in the struggle, and the two tumbled off the bed.

The boy underneath stared blankly at him, tears streaming down his face, only able to shake his head blankly, murmuring, "No… don't do that to me…"

What a foolish debt! Mingye didn't know when he had offended this little lamb, even making him cry so bitterly. It was as if he were a sinner who had abandoned someone, even though it wasn't his fault, he felt a little guilty. But with a formidable enemy at hand, he simply didn't have the energy to deal with such sentimental matters. His greatest patience was limited to leaning down and whispering in the boy's ear, "I'm a man without a tomorrow. I'm sorry, I cannot accept your feelings."

Two boys, shirtless and pressed together, how suggestive would that be in the eyes of onlookers? Not to mention the poor little one below, constantly crying out, "No, no!"

The Fourth Prince and the Imperial Physician, who had just entered, were dumbfounded.

The Fourth Prince was the first to recover, furious and feeling both ashamed and heartbroken. "What are you doing?!" With a roar, he moved with lightning speed, grabbing Mingye's hair and pulling him away from the boy beneath him. He slapped him twice across the face: "What time is it that you still cause trouble? You're incorrigible!"

"Stop, Yin Qi!" Lie Yun stopped him from slapping Ming Ye's face again: "You hit a child before even understanding what happened. What kind of father are you?"

His words stunned the Fourth Prince, and everyone else in the room was also stunned.

"Lie Yun, don't talk nonsense! Step back!"

It was Ming Ye who spoke, his face still lowered after being slapped. He couldn't even speak clearly, showing how swollen his face was.

Shui Xinsha didn't think of anything else. She quickly ran to the little prince's side and squatted down, gently brushing aside the messy white hair. With tears in her eyes, she choked out, "Raise your head, little prince... let me see."

Ming Ye leaned weakly against her: "Please help me to bed. I want to lie down... I feel a little dizzy."

Yi Quan also came to help, and together with Shui Xinsha, they helped the little prince to bed.

"Zhiyan, are you alright?" The imperial physician helped his youngest son get dressed, and seeing him still trembling, he was about to hug him to comfort him when the child suddenly broke free from his father and climbed onto the bed, standing between the Fourth Prince and the young prince. "It's not the young prince's fault. I came here myself. I gave the young prince the Sacred Heart Fruit; it has nothing to do with him. Fourth Prince, please don't scold or beat him."

The imperial physician walked with great sympathy to the Fourth Prince, who was being glared at by everyone. The prince stood there silently, his lips pursed. Even though the mighty God of War of the Heavenly Realm knew he had wronged the young prince, he couldn't bring himself to apologize, and the tense atmosphere was quite pitiful. If the physician didn't step in to smooth things over, this old friend would likely be unable to save face.

"It seems it was just a misunderstanding. Don't go too far; the young prince is still sick." Seeing his daughter preoccupied with tending to the other's injuries, he reminded her, "Shasha, quickly put some clothes on the young prince so he doesn't catch a cold. There's a meeting at the Heavenly Palace, so we'll head back now. You and Zhiyan stay here to take care of the young prince. Contact me if you need anything."

He tugged at the Fourth Prince, but for some reason, his old friend wouldn't budge, his shoes seemingly glued to the ground. He whispered, "There's nothing to worry about here; let's go."

The Fourth Prince ignored him, his eyes fixed on the child on the bed. He had a feeling that if he left without saying anything now, he would regret it later. This feeling was irrational; it wasn't like they would never see each other again. Even tomorrow's trial wouldn't actually sentence the child to death. Why was he like this? A dull ache lingered in his heart…

“If you’re worried, go check on his injuries. You were so rough with him just now, even I was startled.” The imperial physician gently nudged him from behind.

*Cough!* The Fourth Prince looked away. “Mingye, you… take good care of your injuries. I’ll come see you after dinner.” This humble tone was his way of apologizing. The child on the bed didn’t react, ignoring him completely. The Fourth Prince could only awkwardly follow the imperial physician away.

Just as he reached the door, a thought struck him, and he quickly turned back to look at the child again.

As if by telepathy, Mingye also looked up at him.

Their eyes met, and they were speechless for a moment.

After a long while, Mingye suddenly smiled, for the first time, setting aside all prejudice and wariness, smiling warmly and brightly, like a ray of sunshine in a blue sky.

The Fourth Prince was momentarily stunned, then felt a warmth in his heart, and naturally returned a soft, gentle smile.

He didn't know then, but Mingye knew very well that that one glance was the last.

(Tales of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 275)

"How is he? Is he asleep?" Lieyun, who was waiting in the outer room, saw the two imperial physicians, siblings, come out of the room and asked softly.

The eldest princess nodded: "I gave him some calming medicine, and he's asleep. Yiquan is watching over him inside." Lieyun

was still worried: "Why aren't you staying inside to take care of him? What if there's an emergency? Yiquan isn't a doctor after all..."

Before he could finish, the girl suddenly collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face: "I want to cry! I can't... cry next to His Highness, can I?" She sobbed while wiping her tears with her sleeve. Her younger brother, Zhiyan, also stood silently weeping beside her; boys are stronger after all, and he didn't cry out loud.

"Hey...hey! What are you crying about? That brat is still alive! He's not one to give up easily, he won't die so easily. There's still time, you two can think of something else..." Seeing the two siblings crying so sadly, Lie Yun sensed something was terribly wrong and began to panic.

"There's no time! The functions of every organ in His Highness's body are rapidly declining. If we can't use Zhiyan's Sacred Heart Fruit to stabilize the poison, no matter how much other medicine he takes, it won't be of any use; his digestive system simply won't absorb it!"

"It's all my fault! I was momentarily blinded by greed, believing Prince Kui's words... I let the evil energy contaminate the Sacred Heart Fruit, thinking that after His Highness ate it, he would belong to me..." Regret was like a hand, its sharp nails tearing fiercely at Shui Zhiyan's heart. Just because she liked someone so much, she wanted to possess him at all costs, not knowing that she had killed the only chance to save him. "I deserve to die..."

"Zhiyan!" Shui Xinsha quickly got up, helped her brother who had fainted from grief, and took him to the sofa to rest. Her brother's face was frighteningly pale. “Zhiyan! Zhiyan! Listen to me, it’s not your fault! Even if you hadn’t used what Prince Kui gave you to water it, you still wouldn’t have been able to give it to the little prince before the Sacred Heart Fruit ripened. He won’t last more than a few days, he… he can’t wait that long, you know that too. No one will blame you, listen to your sister, don’t blame yourself…”

How could someone nearing their end waste time sleeping?

Although the most skilled imperial physician in the Heavenly Realm determined that he only had a few days left to live, Mingye knew better than anyone when his end would come. Shasha also said that his body couldn’t absorb it, so the sleeping pills he drank were like water, having no effect whatsoever. He lay on the bed, simply closing his eyes to rest, using this quiet time to decipher the last chapter of the Sealing Magic Codex.

This chapter recorded a spell he had never seen before, which could sever the bond between the Heavenly Soul and the Body, so that even if the physical body died, the Heavenly Soul would remain immortal.

In the past, he had been searching for this magic, hoping to use it to escape the Heavenly Soul, shed his responsibilities, and elope with his beloved. If it weren't for what happened later, he would probably be happy to fulfill his promise, leave the palace with Qianfan, and never again concern himself with the endless conflicts of the Three Realms. He could go to a human country, live a simple life, give him a home, and give himself a home; they would be happy, and he wouldn't have to be alone anymore.

But now… that small wish has been shattered. Ironically, he still needs this magic, only the method of use is different.

The relocation of Shuntian City is nearing completion. As the setting sun paints the sky red, the colossal engines of the Endless Underground Palace begin to ignite, and the giant celestial warship that will influence the distribution of power in the Three Realms will soon set sail. Faced with this turning point, a team of elites, trained under special conditions, were operating their respective posts with tense yet methodical efficiency—

"Engine begins preheating, reaching the first critical stage in 51 seconds, outputting 18,700 RPM, cooling for 15 seconds, then proceeding with another preheating upgrade..."

"Recirculating energy input to the main cannon muzzle, energy flow is smooth..."

"All non-staff members have entered the safety cabin, confirmed! Settled in!"

"Main engine, second stage preheating begins, adjust output to..."

As darkness fell, the Heavenly Palace's detectors finally sensed an unexplained thermal reaction beneath Shuntian City. The Heavenly Emperor quickly realized the danger and ordered the communications officer to send a report, clearly stating that if Shuntian City could not clearly report the cause of the thermal reaction within thirty minutes, the Heavenly Palace would immediately dispatch troops to "investigate."

However, the entire Shuntian City was practically deserted, not a single person inside. Fortunately, the Demon Lord was prepared; the Mega Engine's energy was too powerful to escape the Heavenly Palace's detection instruments. Once discovered, it would certainly face intervention from the gods. So, they quickly tampered with the communication system, ensuring it would automatically reply to any message from the Heavenly Palace. About twenty minutes later, within this reasonably delayed time, a complete explanation report was delivered to the Heavenly Emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor picked up the report but didn't rush to read it. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment's thought, he turned and instructed the Fourth Prince beside him to contact the young prince imprisoned in Shayunluo City to see what he was doing.

An interference signal from an unknown source had completely paralyzed the communication system in Shayunluo City, preventing the Fourth Prince from contacting anyone in his palace. He slammed his fist on the table: Needless to say! It's definitely related to that little brat. Does he really want to die? Daring to pull these tricks before the public trial?!

"Return to the city immediately," the Fourth Prince ordered through gritted teeth. If he caught that little brat back home, it wouldn't be a matter of just a couple of slaps!

"Princess, the young prince requests your presence," Yi Quan said, stepping out of the room and bowing to Shui Xinsha.

Shui Xinsha looked at her younger brother, then at Lie Yun: "Uh... just me?"

Yi Quan nodded and gestured for her to enter.

Shui Xinsha went into the inner room. Under the dim yellow light, the young prince leaned against the headboard and smiled at her: "Shasha, come here."

She went over as instructed, took the young prince's hand, sat on the floor, nestled beside the boy, and softly asked, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" She lowered her eyelashes, afraid of being seen with her red, tear-filled eyes.

The boy shook his head. "Shasha..." he called again, but didn't continue. It seemed she also heard a faint sigh. What was it that made the young prince hesitate, unable to speak? She waited and waited, but the young prince only gently stroked her long hair, with pity and... reluctance. Confused, she looked at him and found her own reflection in those lonely silver eyes. She felt a bittersweet joy—today, the young prince finally saw her.

Mingye cast his gaze at the pitch-black world outside the window, trying to recall his impressions of colors. He murmured, as if talking to himself, "The sun is red, the sky is blue, the leaves and grass... are green." He turned his gaze back, "Shasha's hair is purple... I will never forget any of these."

The princess was quick-witted; she only paused for a few seconds before realizing what he meant and jumping up in alarm, "Your Highness, your eyes... could it be..."

Mingye smiled bitterly, "I haven't been able to see colors for a long time." He pulled the girl back to her spot, "This body is failing too."

Hearing this, tears almost welled up again. Shuixinsha sniffed and forced herself to hold them back, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I... can't save you. Really, I feel so useless..."

"You've already helped me so much. Shasha, could you grant me one more request... even though it's too much for you? But..." Mingye found it difficult to speak.

The girl beside him was happy to be able to help him: "Tell me, I'll do my best."

"Tonight, I'm leaving."

Shui Xinsha's ears buzzed; before she could even ponder the meaning of "leaving," the young prince continued, "Currently, the relationship between the celestial gods and humans is not friendly, but in the future, to fight against the demons, they will inevitably form an alliance. And marriage is the most reliable way for both sides to show goodwill."

"Young prince, you mean..."

"I hope that on the day the celestial realm and the human world forge an alliance, you will represent the gods and marry into the human world." Ming Ye spoke each word with a cold, almost cruel, demand to the girl who had always loved him—

"I hope you will marry the Dark Emperor."

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