Chapter 392: The Case is Solved
The next morning.
“Are you really going to the Demon Clan Conference today?”
“Yeah.” In the room, Young Master Sang quietly replied as he got dressed, “I want to see how the Demon Clan responds to the news of the Ancestor Dragon’s Little Princess being kidnapped.”
“If the conference is held as planned, it means the Ancestor Dragon Clan is likely suppressing the news of the Little Princess’s kidnapping and not spreading it.”
“If that’s the case… I might have a way to get close to Long Xiao.”
Shi Qingyan blinked at him in confusion.
Young Master Sang didn’t elaborate.
His thoughts drifted back to his chat with Long Huan yesterday—
…
“Little Princess, why are you suddenly bathing at the foot of the mountain when you usually chill at the Ancestor Dragon Palace at the peak of Myriad Thunder Abyss?”
“Ugh, it’s because of my dad.” Long Huan looked furious just mentioning it, pouting in complaint, “This conference is the biggest gathering in years.”
“Youth from various clans are gathered here, and they call it an exchange of skills, but it’s basically a grand matchmaking competition.”
“But my dad, in an effort to look dignified as the Demon Lord, promised a Ten Thousand Year Blood Demon Dan as the prize for the event.”
She puffed her cheeks in annoyance, “But just two days after making that promise, he went back on his word, saying he couldn’t bear to part with such a precious item.”
“So, he told me to participate in the conference and win the Ten Thousand Year Blood Demon Dan back.”
Long Huan rubbed her temples, “What’s with my dad, so keen on showing off but making it so hard for me.”
…
Long Xiao needed the Ten Thousand Year Blood Demon Dan, so he had Long Huan enter the conference to win it.
But now, Long Huan was kidnapped.
Long Xiao’s plan was naturally thwarted.
However, according to the video call from Si Jingzhu last night, that girl was flaunting the Ten Thousand Year Blood Demon Dan like she was the queen of the universe.
In other words, the Ten Thousand Year Blood Demon Dan was definitely not in Long Xiao’s possession.
So no matter what, he couldn’t let the winner of this conference end up being from another clan.
This was not just about his authority as the Demon Lord but also the dignity of the Ancestor Dragon Clan.
But what if—
The winner wasn’t from Long Xiao’s side.
But from him?
“I’m off.” Young Master Sang slowly got up and transformed into the bald muscular figure of Chaya, muttering, “Let me see what this conference is about.”
“I’ll leave the Little Princess to you.”
Shi Qingyan nodded slowly.
—
—
After Young Master Sang left, Shi Qingyan didn’t rush to investigate the Demon Clan’s information.
She took some food and brought it to the cave, gently saying, “Little Princess, it’s time to eat—”
But the next moment, Shi Qingyan was startled.
In the corner of the cave, Long Huan was curled up, looking lethargic with sunken eyes and a dazed expression, as if she hadn’t slept all night.
“Little Princess, did you… stay up all night reading a novel?”
Long Huan slowly lifted her head, her bloodshot eyes blankly staring at Shi Qingyan.
“Shi sister…”
“I… I couldn’t sleep.”
Shi Qingyan was confused about what happened as Long Huan leaned in and whispered about what she saw last night.
“Ah? Little Princess, you were eavesdropping…”
“I… didn’t mean to.” Long Huan lowered her head, her little dragon horns almost poking Shi Qingyan’s face, her tail drooping lazily.
“I just saw something like that in a comic, but it felt strange.”
“What’s strange?” Shi Qingyan asked.
“I… I can’t explain…” Long Huan said shyly, her innocent voice mumbling, “It just felt like after watching it, my body would become weird, very hot and cold… Even below my clothes would feel wet…”
Seeing the Little Princess’s adorable face turn as red as a ripe tomato, Shi Qingyan couldn’t help but laugh.
Seriously.
Do you Demon Clan folks have zero sex education?
The Little Princess is over a hundred years old and doesn’t even know about reproduction?
“Little Princess, do you know how your daddy and mommy had you?”
“Isn’t it after daddy and mommy got married, I was born?” Long Huan blinked her innocent eyes.
Shi Qingyan sighed.
Apparently, she really didn’t understand anything at all.
But Shi Qingyan had no intention of giving her parents a crash course in the birds and the bees, so she casually waved it off, “Forget it, ask your daddy and mommy when you get back.”
“But… but…” Long Huan still wanted to say something, her face still flushed.
Shi Qingyan shook her head, “Last night, Young Master Sang and I didn’t fight. It’s just a way couples express their feelings.”
“When you get back, ask Dragon Lord about it, and you’ll know.”
Long Huan had no choice but to sulk.
But moments later, she suddenly looked up and asked, “If I play house with Young Master Sang and we pretend to be married, can we try that fighting stuff?”
“No, absolutely not.”
Shi Qingyan’s tone was as firm as a steel plate.
It even startled Long Huan.
“Only real couples can do that. You’re still too young, wait until you grow up a bit more.”
After saying that, Shi Qingyan set the food down and turned to leave the cave.
All that was left was Long Huan sitting there looking slightly wronged, pouting and muttering, “What’s with that, suddenly being so fierce.”
“It’s just a fight. What’s the big deal? This princess fights palace maids and guards all the time.”
“I am a full-fledged Dragon Clan princess. I can do whatever I want.”
“You won’t let me play house with Young Master Sang? Hmph.” She huffed in defiance, muttering, “I’ll make him play with me anyway!”
“And I’ll make sure we play secretly without telling you, just to annoy you! Hmph.”
After that, she continued to open the Communication Device and watched the previously unfinished manga.
This time, she specifically chose scenes and snippets of the male and female protagonists fighting, focusing intently.
It was as if she was studying and practicing.
In her heart, Long Huan repeatedly told herself that she had to anger that fierce woman.
But in reality, even Long Huan herself wasn’t sure.
Was there a possibility?
That she simply wanted to watch men and women fighting?
That she had developed a liking for that hot, slightly numb yet itchily unbearable feeling?
That there seemed to be a mysterious voice in her heart, whispering seductive temptations?
Urging her to experience that wonderful journey just once?
Meanwhile, Shi Qingyan angrily walked out of the cave while messaging Young Master Sang on her Communication Device.
“What kind of stuff did you show the Little Princess? Can’t you teach her something better?”
“Uh, I don’t know? Bai Ming gave it to me, and I didn’t check the content.”
Bai Ming gave it?
The case is solved. Shi Qingyan facepalmed and sighed.
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