Haolan Hall
After consuming several stalks of lemon gardenia flowers, Mo Han’s pain subsided somewhat. As he stood up, intending to pack his things and return to the Devil race, he saw a little glutinous rice dumpling, crying her eyes out, walk in.
He took a closer look—well, speak of the devil, wasn’t this the little evil ghost who had injured him just a few hours ago?
Little Dumpling wiped her large, reddened eyes and walked into the main hall, gazing at him pitifully as she asked, “Are you the Demon Clan member I injured today?”
Mo Han was taken aback, unsure what this little ghost was up to, and could only nod. “Yes… yes…”
What business do you have?
He very much wanted to say this, but seeing that the little ghost before him was merely a baby of a few hundred thousand years old, he ultimately held back.
“My Father Lord sent me here to apologize to you.”
“Father Lord?!” Mo Han was stunned. Who? Who was her Father Lord?
In the next moment, Little Dumpling focused her spirit and conjured the Cangqiong Hao Sword that had injured him.
Just as Mo Han was about to react, Little Dumpling let out a “clatter,” throwing the long sword at his feet. She closed her eyes, wearing a small expression of resignation to fate.
She said, “As a gesture of reciprocity, you may also injure me once.”
“Huh?!” Mo Han was utterly astonished, hearing for the first time that the phrase “as a gesture of reciprocity” could be interpreted this way.
And what was this about injuring her once?!
Between them, hadn’t they already settled the score?
Moreover, he had now obtained the Pearl Flower and owed King Yama’s Palace a favor. What was this little ghost doing here, stirring up trouble?
Little Dumpling opened her eyes. Though her eyes were still red, her little face instantly showed extreme disdain. “Why don’t you understand what I’m saying?”
“I said, you injure me once, and we’ll consider it a gesture of reciprocity.”
“No!” Mo Han quickly responded, lest this little ghost truly think he couldn’t understand her.
“You don’t need to do this. I’ve already forgiven you. Besides, my injuries have mostly healed. Thank you… little… little ghost.”
Little Dumpling’s eyes widened instantly, as if hearing such an unpleasant address for the first time. She glared at him angrily and said, “What did you call me? Little… ghost?!”
“Yes… no, not exactly,” Mo Han wanted to explain that he didn’t know her and could only address her this way. But as he tried to explain, it felt wrong, leaving him momentarily speechless.
Little Dumpling stepped forward, raising her little chin slightly as she looked up at him, her face full of pride and nobility. “I am the only daughter of my Father Lord in all of Hell! My name is Miaoyuan! Not ‘little ghost’!”
“You… you… you’re the Little Highness?” Mo Han was stunned, never imagining that the little ghost who had injured him was actually the beloved daughter of King Yama’s Palace—Yan Miaoyuan.
The rumors spoke of the Ghost race’s most revered Little Highness, doted upon by all. But then again, if she weren’t the Little Highness, why would King Yama’s Palace apologize to him on behalf of a mere little ghost?
Little Dumpling’s small lips parted slightly. “Yes, you may address me with respect.”
“Mo—”
“But now I am the one apologizing to you, so you need not be so formal.”
“…” Mo Han’s words, which were about to be spoken in deference, were instantly stifled.
Little Dumpling picked up the sword from the ground again, holding it with both hands above her head as she offered it to him. With a polite bow, she said, “Today, I injured you while practicing sword flight. I apologize to you.”
Mo Han was utterly terrified and quickly replied, “No, no, no, no—”
He couldn’t possibly accept the apology of the Ghost race’s Little Highness.
“You can take this sword and injure me once too. That way, we’ll be even.”
“No, how could that be?” Mo Han reached out and carefully helped her up. “King Yama’s Palace has already apologized on your behalf, and I have accepted the compensation from King Yama’s Palace. How could I injure you again?”
If he did, wouldn’t he have to return the hard-earned Chimei Flower?
“Compensation?” Little Dumpling suddenly perked up, looking at him with curiosity. “What treasure did my Father Lord give you that made you not blame me?”
“It’s a Chimei Medicinal Flower that can save lives.”
“Chimei Medicinal Flower?” The name sounded familiar to Little Dumpling, as if she had heard it somewhere before.
She quickly sheathed the Cangqiong Hao Sword in her hand, took the Cosmic Bag from her waist, turned it upside down, and poured out all the treasures inside onto the ground.
With a clatter, everything inside was spilled out—food, drinks, toys, and all kinds of medicinal flowers, treasures, and Magical Instruments. It was a dazzling array, a true feast for the eyes.
“Are you talking about these flowers?” Little Dumpling pointed at the colorful flowers scattered all over the ground and asked him innocently.
Mo Han stared at the thousands of medicinal flowers, dumbfounded, his voice trembling as he spoke, “Where… where did you get all these medicinal herbs?”
Heavens!
Several Chimei Medicinal Flowers, along with hemostatic and pain-relieving herbs like Kirin Grass and Silver Willow Flower, cough-suppressing and itch-relieving herbs like Pansy and Scabiosa, blood-activating and stasis-dissolving herbs like Beauty’s Pride and Tung Zhi Flower, and even more—all sorts of strange flying devices, explosive devices, assimilation devices, heavenly thunder devices, and weapons like the Bi Hai Sword, One Pillow Water, Sunset Blade, and Spear Shadow Sword, which could harm even immortals. There were also ancient-style sword manuals, secret techniques, and Art Magic scriptures, some of which Mo Han couldn’t even recognize. And this was just what he managed to remember at a glance. There were too many more that he hadn’t even noticed, so many that his eyes were overwhelmed and he couldn’t count them all.
So, how many things were packed into this tiny Cosmic Bag of hers? And all of them were extremely rare and precious medicinal herbs, long-lost Magical Instruments, and treasures.
Did King Yama’s Palace know about all these valuable things?
Little Dumpling held the Cosmic Bag in her hand, looking at him with a calm and composed expression. “They were all given to me by Madam Meng and others, and some I stole from my Father Lord.”
“Stole… stole them?!” Mo Han nearly choked on his words. Goodness, as expected of King Yama’s Palace’s Little Daughter—such boldness and courage, daring to steal from King Yama’s Palace itself.
“Yes, my Father Lord won’t blame me anyway. Take a look, see if there’s anything you like. I’ll give you a few.”
“Give… give me a few?” Mo Han was so shocked that his jaw nearly dropped.
So many rare treasures, laid out like worthless trinkets at a street stall for him to pick from, and she was even offering to give him a few? In this day and age, were these treasures really so worthless?
Mo Han was at a loss for words.
“Mhm, take your pick.”
Little Dumpling suddenly thought of something and quickly added, “But if you pick a treasure, you can’t hurt me anymore. That would truly settle the score between us.”
If he picked a treasure, he couldn’t hit her anymore. Little Dumpling’s plan was quite clever. She looked at him with a beaming smile, as if afraid others wouldn’t notice her little scheme.
Mo Han found it rather amusing. Although he was quite tempted by these treasures, one must uphold principles. He had already accepted a gift from King Yama’s Palace and couldn’t possibly accept another from Little Highness.
Thus, Mo Han firmly shook his head. To emphasize his stance, he even took a few steps back, distancing himself from the treasures. He said, “I cannot accept these gifts. Thank you, Little Highness.”
“Why?” Little Dumpling didn’t understand. He had clearly gasped in admiration earlier, obviously fond of these treasures. Why was he refusing now?
“I have already said that King Yama’s Palace has already given me an apology gift, and I have already forgiven Little Highness for today’s mistake. How could I accept another?”
“No, no, no, this is different. My Father Lord’s gift is his, and my gift is mine. Besides, it was Father Lord who told me to come and apologize to you. You can’t refuse to accept any gift at all.”
“Thank you, Little Highness, but I still—” cannot accept.
“In that case, I’ll pick for you. Weren’t you injured? These medicinal flowers, I give them all to you. Consider this my! apology gift.”
Little Dumpling emphasized the words “my” heavily, hoping he would understand that her gift and her Father Lord’s were two separate apologies.
“No,” Mo Han was about to refuse when he saw Little Dumpling swiftly pack up her stall, leaving only a pile of healing pearl flowers behind.
“From now on, we owe each other nothing. I hope this Devil race gentleman won’t come looking for trouble with me after you return.”
“I would never—” be that kind of person.
Before Mo Han could finish his sentence, Little Dumpling had already packed away the Cosmic Bag, summoned the Cangqiong Hao Sword with practiced ease, and flew away on her sword.
Mo Han: “…”
Is this generation of Little Highness all so difficult to handle? Compared to their own Little Crown Prince, they truly are no less troublesome.