Chapter 411: Are We Playing This Big?
After Shi Qingyan left, Sang Zhe turned to Long Huan beside him, sighing in distress.
“… Nian Nian.”
“What?” A figure slowly materialized beside him, transforming from data flow into a girl in a pleated skirt and little leather shoes, wearing black stockings and glasses.
“Do you think the Little Princess is beyond saving?”
“She’s done for. Just wait to die.” Nian Nian replied without mercy, huffing.
“Don’t just give up on treatment that easily! Can’t we at least struggle a bit?”
Nian Nian glanced at Sang Zhe with a hint of disdain before softly saying, “I think Shi Qingyan’s plan is pretty good.”
“She became like this because she couldn’t get pregnant, so why not just give in to her, obediently become a copper-refining sorcerer, and take the Little Princess with a big belly to find Long Xiao?”
“Even if Long Xiao has a headache, he won’t be able to do anything to you.”
Sang Zhe turned to look at Long Huan, then pointed at her seriously:
“Don’t you think if this kid has a big belly, the police will come take me away for tea?”
“… Hmph. Back when you were getting cozy with Hua Jianglian, I didn’t see you worrying about it.”
“I was drugged back then! No choice!”
Suddenly, Sang Zhe realized something and teased her with a playful glint in his eyes: “Nian Nian, are you jealous again?”
As soon as he said that, a little leather shoe loomed closer to his face.
“Who’s jealous of you! Silly Host!”
Nian Nian angrily kicked Sang Zhe in the face, her cheeks puffed up with a blend of indignation and embarrassment.
“You perverted loli lover, busty elder sister enthusiast, always stuck in your head about women! A male succubus flirting around!”
“Go die! Just die already!”
Sang Zhe, covering his face and awkwardly getting up from the ground, was momentarily stunned by Nian Nian’s look, mumbling pitifully as he rubbed his cheek.
… I mean.
Didn’t you bring all these harem members to me?
At most, I’m just following your plan step by step.
If you weren’t there to strategize, they wouldn’t even like me!
You help me set up a harem, then beat me up and call me a flirt. Talk about a scheming little merchant!
In short, I deserve to get hit. Sang Zhe pouted gloomily.
Of course, he didn’t dare to say this aloud.
Who knows if this girl would blow up if she heard him?
“Okay, Nian Nian, let’s set aside the facts for now.”
Leaning closer to Nian Nian, Sang Zhe began to butter her up: “I know the all-powerful Dora Nian Nian must have a way to cure the Little Princess, right?”
“Help a bit, won’t you~? As long as we can cure the Little Princess and send her home, I get to avoid some romantic troubles, and you won’t have to be jealous, right?”
“I’ll say it again.”
Nian Nian’s eyes shone with a murderous glint, staring at Sang Zhe: “If you dare tease me about being jealous again, I’ll take the system and run away from home, ignoring you forever!”
“… I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
Watching Sang Zhe suddenly become obedient, Nian Nian huffed and turned her head, speaking slowly:
“The Little Princess’s illness, if we’re being honest, is a matter of the heart.”
“The so-called Stockholm syndrome is just the patient’s instinctive protection due to excessive fear and shock.”
“Why the Little Princess is like this now is simply because the fear and pressure she’s facing are too overwhelming.”
Sang Zhe pondered before saying, “So what you’re saying is…”
“The Little Princess is afraid of something right now? Is it me she’s afraid of?”
“Not just that.”
Nian Nian crossed her arms, her delicate legs casually floating in the air: “Don’t forget. She’s a traitor of the Demon Clan now.”
“In front of the Four Great Ascendant Realms of the Demon Clan, she publicly snatched the Original Immortal Talisman, and then eloped with you, a magical cultivator of the Human Clan.”
“Even if her father, Long Xiao, can forgive her, the other members of the Demon Clan might not think so.”
“Even if she returns to her clan, she can’t escape the fate of being pointed at by thousands.”
… So, she’s more afraid of returning to the Demon Clan than of me.
For a girl around twelve years old, bearing the label of a traitor is indeed a heavy burden.
“So what should I do?”
“Two options,” Nian Nian raised two fingers, “Either don’t bring her back to the Demon Clan at all.”
“Take her straight to the Demon faction for some company reformation—just give her a random position to let her experience the hardships of society and face the real world.”
“Once she matures mentally, she’ll let go of what happened before.”
“After all, in this matter, she’s really just been a victim. Once she grows up, she’ll understand it wasn’t her fault. She’s simply caught in a bad situation between the Demon Clan and the Demon faction.”
Sang Zhe thought this was very reasonable and nodded: “Good strategy. But I want to modify it a bit.”
“Is it possible that when she matures, her father might have already torn me into noodles to eat?”
“Then we go with option two.”
Nian Nian casually said, “Don’t stimulate her fragile mental state. For now, appease her desires to stabilize her collapsing mind.”
“Once her mental state stabilizes, we can gradually guide her until she’s back to normal.”
“This should be the quickest way to help her recover, within three to five days at best.”
That sounded pretty reliable.
“But how do we stabilize her mental state?”
“I already said. Just follow her desires. Whatever she wants, you give it to her.”
“What does she want right now?”
“Are you deaf? Just listen!”
Sang Zhe and Nian Nian simultaneously looked at Long Huan, tied to a stone pillar.
Long Huan was still laughing maniacally, mumbling incoherently: “Child… heehee… have a child…”
Sang Zhe: “… You can’t be suggesting I find her a child, right?”
“Got it right, huh?”
Nian Nian chuckled lightly: “Since she needs a child now to give herself a valid excuse for what she did earlier.”
“Then let’s just get her a child.”
“Women naturally become stronger after becoming mothers.”
“Hold on.” Sang Zhe interrupted Nian Nian, frowning, “The problem is we’re in the middle of nowhere. Where am I supposed to find a child? Am I just going to toss her a doll or something?”
Nian Nian stared at Sang Zhe in silence.
For some reason, his heart started racing under her gaze, and Sang Zhe took a step back uneasily: “W-What do you want to do?”
“Do you remember how you courted Shi Qingyan back then?”
Courting Senior Sister Shi?
Sang Zhe blinked, recalling for a moment, his face suddenly turning pale.
“Wait a minute, you wouldn’t…”
“Exactly.”
Nian Nian suddenly revealed a wickedly playful smile like a little devil.
“She needs a child now.”
“So you should just become her child, right?”
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