Inside the Main Hall
For a moment, silence reigned.
Yan Yi turned around to see Mo Han, enduring the pain throughout his body, step down from the bed and kneel on the icy, frigid floor, respectfully kowtowing to him.
“I beg Your Highness of King Yama’s Palace, considering my Crown Prince’s young age and low cultivation level, to save him.”
Yan Yi’s eyes flickered slightly, and for a moment he did not reply, lost in thought. Only the dark jade thumb ring on his thumb gently ceased its rotation.
Time passed second by second, and the hall was so quiet that one could almost hear each other’s breathing.
Mo Han’s legs grew weak and trembled from kneeling, yet he gritted his teeth and persisted, not daring to sway his body even slightly.
After all, when begging for help, one must have the proper attitude.
Just as he was truly on the verge of collapse, Yan Yi mercifully released him.
“Mao Ding—”
“Ghost Servant is here.”
“Go fetch a Chimei Flower and give it to him.”
Mao Ding bowed low in salute. “Yes, Ghost Servant will go at once.”
Mo Han raised his head joyfully, feeling as if his injuries had improved somewhat in that moment. He said happily, “Thank you, King Yama, for bestowing the medicine. Thank you, King Yama.”
Yan Yi’s gaze held a sense of majestic authority as he looked down upon all beings. “This is what I give to you. It has nothing to do with the Devil race, and even less to do with the Demon Crown Prince.”
As for whom he would give it to or for whom it would be used as medicine, that had nothing to do with him, and even less to do with his Ghost Clan Hell.
Mo Han understood the implied meaning in his words, realizing that Yan Yi did not want the Devil race to be associated with the Ghost race. Thus, he nodded heavily in acknowledgment. “Yes, thank you, King Yama, for bestowing the medicine upon me. With this, my injuries can be considered settled with the Ghost Clan Hell.”
“You are a sensible person.” Yan Yi vanished from the hall in an instant.
Immediately after, the medical officers and all the Ghost Servants transformed and departed, leaving only his figure kneeling quietly on the ground.
Mo Han kowtowed once more in the direction where King Yama had left. “If the Little Crown Prince remains safe and sound, the Devil race will owe the Ghost race a favor.”
This debt, he would remember.
…
Outside the Main Hall
Bai Chang walked out, looking utterly dejected, her porcelain-white, delicate face on the verge of tears.
Little Dumpling’s eyes flickered, and she hurried forward to meet her, asking, “Sister Bai Chang, what did Father Lord say?”
Bai Chang sighed and shook her head. “His Highness is not in the hall. He has likely gone to console the injured distinguished guest.”
“Distinguished guest?” Little Dumpling’s eyes widened instantly, her small fists clenching nervously. “I… the person I injured is Father Lord’s distinguished guest?”
“Oh no, oh no! What should I do? Father Lord won’t make me go apologize to the distinguished guest, will he?”
Seeing her so anxious, Bai Chang quickly covered her mouth and shook her head. “No, no, no! I was talking nonsense. Perhaps that person isn’t a distinguished guest at all, but a robber who broke in!”
To ease the Little Highness’s worries, Bai Chang began to talk recklessly, just to deceive the little dumpling before her, who had not yet awakened her divine consciousness.
Xiao Miao Yuan: “…”
Though she was young, she was not foolish or dull-witted to the point of mistaking a guest from another realm for a robber who looted and plundered.
Bai Chang looked at Little Dumpling’s shocked expression as she stared at her and smiled somewhat awkwardly. “I… I’ll go back to the palace now and ask my brother about the identity of the injured person. I’ll report back to you then, Little Highness.”
Little Dumpling nodded, still feeling uneasy. “Then hurry, Sister Bai Chang. I’ll go back to the palace and wait for your news.”
“Mhm, I’ll send you a message using Tongyin Ling.”
“Okay,” Little Dumpling nodded obediently, watching as Sister Bai Chang transformed and left. In an instant, her small, palm-sized face scrunched up in distress.
But right now, she didn’t dare go back to the rear palace either.
If Father Lord was in the rear palace at this moment, wouldn’t he hang her up and beat her?
Even though she was older now and Father Lord wouldn’t punish her so easily, the cold aura he exuded toward her and his icy expression still made her shiver involuntarily.
“Little Highness—”
A familiar voice of a Ghost Servant came from behind. When Little Dumpling turned around,
Sure enough, there was that all-too-familiar face.
Mao Ding looked at her with a kind and amiable expression, smiling as he said, “King Yama’s Palace summons you to return to the rear palace now.”
Little Dumpling gave him a cute smile, but her small steps couldn’t help but retreat a few paces. She pitifully asked, “C-can I not go?”
“No.” His refusal was exceptionally firm, without the slightest hesitation.
Little Dumpling snorted coldly and started walking. “Fine, I’ll go. I don’t believe Father Lord would actually punish me.”
Mao Ding respectfully bowed in salute. “Little Highness is wise.”
Wise, my foot—she didn’t want to get spanked.
Little Dumpling could already feel her little bottom aching in anticipation.
…
“What?!”
“Someone from the Devil race?!”
Exclamations of shock echoed simultaneously in Heartless Palace and Jingxuan Palace.
Only, one voice was mature and cold, while the other was soft and childish.
“Brother, are you sure you heard correctly? The person Little Highness injured… is from the Devil race?”
Hei Chang nodded with a grim expression, even crushing the last bit of hope in her heart. “Not just someone from the Devil race, but the Grand Priest serving the Demon Crown Prince—Mo Han.”
“His status is noble. In the Crown Prince’s palace, aside from the Crown Prince himself, he holds the highest authority.”
“What?!” Bai Chang was greatly shocked. “Then why would he come to our Hell?”
“Someone from the Crown Prince’s side naturally came for the Crown Prince.”
“Then doesn’t that mean Little Highness is—”
“In grave danger.” Hei Chang calmly finished her sentence for her, then, as if having anticipated this, immediately transformed and left.
“Ahhhh, then doesn’t that mean I’m doomed…”
In an instant,
Bai Chang’s wailing cries echoed throughout Jingxuan Palace.
How shocking and thrilling!
Most importantly… it was terrifying to the ghosts.
Meanwhile, in Heartless Palace, Little Dumpling was also frightened out of her wits.
She knelt obediently on the ground, her gaze somewhat dazed as she looked at the man seated at the table. Still in disbelief, she asked, “R-really from the Devil race?”
The person she injured was really, truly, an actual, living Devil?
Yan Yi’s expression was extremely dark. Looking at her timid appearance, he felt even more disappointed. “Of course. Who else did you think he was from?”
It certainly couldn’t be the Ghost race.
Among the Ghost race, who wouldn’t turn pale at the mere mention of her?
Seeing his foul mood, Little Dumpling dared not provoke him and could only silently lower her head, squeezing out two pearl-like tears as she said with grievance and apology, “Wah… it’s all my fault. I’ve caused Father Lord to lose face, making Father Lord lose dignity in front of the Demon Clan members. I am willing to accept punishment. I will go apologize to that Demon Clan member right away, asking him not to blame Hell, and especially not to blame you, Father Lord.”
At first, he thought her words were appropriate, but the more he listened, the darker his expression grew, almost to the point of slamming the table and flying into a rage.
Listen—
Just listen to what she was saying!
Yan Yi sneered coldly, exposing Little Dumpling’s true intentions: “Are you sure you’re going to apologize to that demon, not to threaten or intimidate him?”
“No, no, no!!” Little Dumpling quickly raised her head, her stunningly pure eyes brimming with redness as she pitifully pleaded, “I would never do such a thing. I only want Father Lord to forgive me.”
As for that Demon Clan member, Little Dumpling truly intended to apologize.
However, while apologizing, the apology must be accepted, and he must not blame Hell, nor must he blame her Father Lord.
Otherwise, just as the Cangqiong Hao Sword had injured him once, she would injure him a second time.
Oh right, where was her Cangqiong Hao Sword??
Little Dumpling suddenly lowered her face, her eyes widening as she thought to herself that this was bad. Could it be that her Cangqiong Hao Sword…
Yan Yi slowly stood up, standing before her as he waved his hand and cast a spell, revealing the phantom of the Cangqiong Hao Sword. He said sternly, “In that case, if you are sincere, take this sword and go apologize to that demon.”
What?!
Take this sword?!
Little Dumpling abruptly looked up at her Father Lord, only to see King Yama’s Palace wearing a stern and cold expression, his brow furrowed with a dark, icy anger, tinged with a hint of simmering fury.
Little Dumpling was so frightened that she burst into tears with a loud “wah,” crying, “I don’t want to apologize anymore, I don’t want to go…”
This wasn’t an apology—this was practically asking that demon to strike her with a sword.