Chapter 88: On Just How Much Harm a Desperate Person Can Cause (Please Subscribe)
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After leaving the South Ming Princess, Cheng Guang headed straight back to the Duke of Zhen Guo’s residence.
Upon entering Wanxiang Garden, he immediately saw the eaves adorned with dark tiles and green stones, pristine and flawless.
Perhaps because it was still early morning, the air remained cold and crisp, yet remarkably pure. The only scent lingering was the faint, delicate fragrance of the red plum blossoms blooming in the courtyard.
Qing Luan was already up, standing beside the flower trellis, one hand holding up her dark hair. Her jade-like delicate face was turned slightly, looking bored as she went through her morning routine in front of the trellis.
The moment Cheng Guang stepped into the courtyard, Qing Luan seemed to sense something and turned her head to look at him.
“Young master, you’ve returned.”
Cheng Guang nodded slightly.
Qing Luan quickly put down the silk scarf in her hands, flicked the water droplets from her jade-like fingers, and hurried to prepare breakfast for Cheng Guang.
Yet, a trace of puzzlement remained in her beautiful eyes.
“Young master, why did you go to the South Ming Princess’s place so early? She shouldn’t be awake yet, right?”
Cheng Guang sat on a stone table, pouring himself a cup of clear tea. Watching the steaming hot tea swirl in the cup, releasing a fresh aroma of tea leaves, his mood gradually calmed.
“She’s not asleep because she never rested last night.”
Upon hearing this, Qing Luan grew even more confused. How could her young master know the princess hadn’t slept at all? Had he guessed?
Pouting slightly, Qing Luan disliked how her young master often spoke in riddles.
Her somewhat sharp yet charming face now bore a coy expression, making her seem endearing and innocent.
Cheng Guang smiled faintly but didn’t offer an explanation. After sipping his tea and eating some rare pastries, he skipped his usual morning cultivation and instead retreated directly into his room.
Cultivation could wait when it came to claiming system rewards.
To Cheng Guang, receiving system mission rewards oddly felt like getting a package in his past life—a satisfying moment when tearing open the parcel.
Once inside his bedroom, he firmly shut the doors and windows, instructed Qing Luan not to let anyone disturb him, and sat on the bed, silently addressing the system.
“Claim reward.”
The moment his words fell, the surrounding air thickened, heavy and oppressive.
A desolate aura seemed to seep from the void, and dense black light emerged from nowhere, twisting around the entire room.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning cut through the darkness, illuminating the room filled with the desolate aura and pitch blackness.
The dazzling light forced Cheng Guang to close his eyes. After a while, as the brightness dimmed, he slowly opened them.
Before him stood a black dog, simple in appearance and somewhat silly-looking.
Its face carried an almost human expression—vacant and bewildered.
It seemed utterly confused about why it had suddenly appeared here.
Cheng Guang studied the black dog, realizing that the instant it appeared, an inexplicable bond formed between them.
He felt he could control the dog’s life, death, and every movement.
Rubbing his chin, Cheng Guang looked at the silly black dog before him, unable to comprehend exactly what kind of system reward this was.
A pug, but with the ominous prefix “hell” attached.
A hellish pug? Or a pug of the hellish race?
Cheng Guang was utterly baffled.
“Lie down.”
With a slight thought, he commanded the black dog.
The dog immediately obeyed without much need for further orders, laying down swiftly. Cheng Guang was surprised that even with his current cultivation, he couldn’t clearly follow the dog’s movements.
Though it looked foolish and as if half-asleep, the dog’s muscles were toned and powerful, its teeth sharp and pointed like fine blades. Its fur resembled black leather—smooth and tough.
“Hmph, this dumb dog’s got some potential.”
Cheng Guang approached, ruffling the dog’s head with a smile.
“Since you’re with me now, I should at least give you a name.”
“How about ‘Black Pup’?”
Whether in his past life or now, Cheng Guang liked naming pets based on their fur color—clear and straightforward.
Black Pup was small, resembling the native Chinese countryside dog. Even standing, it barely reached Cheng Guang’s waist.
Its small size combined with sturdy muscles gave it a goofy, silly look.
“Black Pup, let’s go out and get some sun.”
Cheng Guang stood, feeling that though this system reward looked like a silly dog, its strength was formidable.
A dog like Black Pup seemed to carry an extraordinary bloodline.
As Cheng Guang lifted Black Pup, the dog tensed instantly, as if frightened, legs stiff and eyes wide, holding its breath.
He opened the door.
Qing Luan’s gaze shifted to Cheng Guang and was about to speak when her eyes fell on the bewildered black dog in his arms.
Surprised, she asked, “Young master, where did this dog come from?”
Cheng Guang lifted Black Pup with a smile.
“Don’t concern yourself with that. Just make sure the household keeps some food ready for this silly dog, so it doesn’t starve.”
Qing Luan pursed her lips slightly but nodded, her beautiful eyes fixed on Black Pup, finding the silly dog rather endearing.
Seeing her interest, Cheng Guang handed Black Pup over to Qing Luan, letting her play with the dog that seemed almost frozen in a daze.
This silly dog might be strong, but its intelligence left much to be desired.
Indeed, serving the South Ming King didn’t come with great rewards.
Even though Black Pup seemed special, it was too foolish.
It would make a good companion to pass the time.
After watching Qing Luan play with Black Pup, Cheng Guang turned his attention to the system tasks.
Having completed the mission to ally with the South Ming King, the task to slay him should have disappeared, so he paid it no mind.
At first, he felt a bit regretful—if he could complete both tasks, he could reap double rewards from the system.
But then new tasks emerged, so missing out on the system’s bounty didn’t matter.
Just now, he checked the system tasks again and noticed the mission to kill the South Ming King hadn’t vanished.
It had only dimmed significantly.
This made Cheng Guang chuckle.
Was the system bugged again? Was the task only half done?
If so, would the new tasks still be issued?
Or would he have to wait until the mission canceled itself?
Cheng Guang rubbed his chin, thinking he’d know the answer by midnight, so he didn’t rush and stepped into the courtyard to begin cultivation.
In recent days, Cheng Guang hadn’t slackened in improving his cultivation. Though the South Ming King matter distracted him somewhat, his progress was steady.
Not only had his spiritual path cultivation broken into the third rank of the Yang Shen realm, but he also sensed that today might be the day he would break through to the third rank of the Purple Mansion realm in martial cultivation.
He was just on the cusp.
Besides that, he had mastered the Thirty-Eight Forms of the Divine Python Entangling Technique, now perfected.
Most martial practitioners only practiced the first twenty-seven forms diligently to strengthen their bones and generate qi and blood, enough to reach the Divine Ability realm without worrying about stamina.
But Cheng Guang had mastered all thirty-eight forms in a short time, accelerating his bone forging, tendon refining, and qi and blood generation, achieving twice the result with half the effort.
In Wanxiang Garden, Cheng Guang’s movements were expansive and fluid, each motion complex and difficult, yet he executed them with ease.
Every muscle, every tendon, every bone in his body was being refined, generating pure power.
His muscles and bones trembled as if forged from steel, enduring relentless tempering.
Simultaneously, the Divine Emperor’s cultivation method flowed with every breath, his mind’s visualization of divine diagrams enhancing his spiritual cultivation.
The world’s primal energy surged into his body and spirit like a tidal wave.
Any minor injuries sustained during training were healed under the “Endless Vitality” divine ability obtained from the true heir, making cultivation virtually painless.
Where ordinary martial artists feared hidden injuries, Cheng Guang’s body bore none.
With premium spiritual nourishment and tonics to nurture his blood and spirit, plus the Endless Vitality divine power, no injury could survive.
Endless Vitality brought other benefits as well.
“Usually, after a few cycles, I feel my physique has reached its limit practicing the Divine Python Entangling Technique. But under Endless Vitality, even when surpassing limits, I don’t feel fatigued!”
“Normally, I could only train for about an hour, but now I can train for several hours. No wonder it’s a divine power inherited from the Great Zhou Divine Emperor.”
Cheng Guang was pleased—such benefits naturally accelerated his progress.
While he pondered, his body suddenly stirred, radiating a powerful aura.
His primal energy traversed his body and meridians, gradually converging at his dantian, where it condensed into a purple-tinged liquid, shifting his dantian from pure white toward purple.
The Purple Mansion was beginning to form.
For ordinary martial artists, the more primal energy condensed in their purple mansion during practice, the larger and deeper its foundation.
For Cheng Guang, even without focused martial practice, his Divine Emperor cultivation method could forge a substantial purple mansion.
This was one of the advantages of cultivating both the spiritual and martial paths.
He ceased his movements, sat cross-legged, and activated the Divine Emperor method to draw in vast amounts of primal energy toward his dantian.
Simultaneously, primal energy flowing through his physical meridians surged toward the dantian.
Under this infusion, his dantian visibly changed color, condensed, and expanded.
A purple world was born, vast and unstoppable.
One zhang, two zhang, three zhang...
The Purple Mansion expanded boundlessly, seeming to exist in another dimension.
The primal energy now served as fuel, propelling the mansion’s growth.
As the purple mansion formed, Cheng Guang’s aura grew heavy and majestic.
Nearby, Qing Luan noticed the change, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief.
“The young master’s aura...”
“Still the Purple Mansion realm? Somehow, it rivals those in the Divine Ability realm…”
She murmured in amazement.
Black Pup, treated like a toy, opened its eyes and looked at Cheng Guang with a mix of curiosity and submission.
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Its resistance was weak under such a mysterious, powerful bond.
“What’s going on, woof?”
“I was in the palace, woof.”
“How did I suddenly end up here? This isn’t the Four Directions Mortal World, woof.”
“Why am I here during my reincarnation, at my weakest moment?”
“Has someone set me up?”
Black Pup pondered with a silly, almost despairing expression, furrowing its brow like a human, occasionally releasing a regal aura from its dark eyes.
It couldn’t fathom who possessed the power to pull it—the Demon Emperor from the tenth layer of the demon sea—from the depths of hell and dump it into the Four Directions Mortal World without warning.
Even in its weakest reincarnation state, its palace housed countless strong beings, including over a dozen Demon Emperors and Celestials, who could not breach its defenses to find its true form.
Why?
Why had it become this way?
Black Pup looked tearfully helpless, clenching its paws weakly.
When it looked at Cheng Guang, a sense of submission uncontrollably spread within its heart.
What humiliation!
A demon emperor feared by all in the Four Directions Mortal World, now recognizing a weak human as master.
And worse, being toyed with by a feeble human woman.
Black Pup’s mood was a mixture of anger and despair—it decided to resist!
Yet as soon as it moved restlessly, it was lifted again.
Qing Luan’s gaze shifted from Cheng Guang to Black Pup, swaying its body and eyeing its lower half thoughtfully.
“He’s male, huh? Looks like he’ll need to be neutered.”
At those words, Black Pup tensed, tail tucked tightly, whimpering.
It dared not resist.
This woman was not to be trifled with.
If it did, it would lose its entire harem of three thousand beauties.
Qing Luan merely mentioned it, dropped Black Pup at her feet, and glanced at Cheng Guang with twinkling eyes.
When Cheng Guang’s aura gradually calmed, Qing Luan stepped forward to wipe his sweat.
Cheng Guang smiled, “No need to trouble yourself.”
Taking the silk cloth from her, he wiped his sweat and focused on the changes within.
Seeing the vast purple mansion in his dantian, he felt relaxed and somewhat pleased.
His purple mansion was immense, boundless, nearly reaching a limit.
Even draining all available primal energy around him wouldn’t expand it further.
He didn’t know if his purple mansion was the largest in history, but it was certainly beyond what ordinary martial artists could compare.
Perhaps even Cheng Zhihai’s purple mansion wasn’t as large.
Thoughts wandered as noon approached.
Qing Luan planned to cook for Cheng Guang herself today, celebrating his breakthrough into the Purple Mansion realm.
Wearing an embroidered apron, she busied herself in the side kitchen, lighting fires, cooking dishes, and preparing meals, infusing the quiet Wanxiang Garden with a touch of homely warmth.
Normally, a close attendant like Qing Luan wouldn’t need to cook, but she found joy amid the cooking smoke.
Perhaps the pleasure came not only from cooking but from seeing Cheng Guang enjoy her dishes.
While busy, some smoke ash floated onto her delicate face, making her look endearing.
Black Pup, dazed and listless in the courtyard, caught the aroma wafting from the side room and eagerly trotted toward Qing Luan.
Raising its paws, it leaned against the pot, eyes fixed on the stir-frying food, drooling.
“What do humans in the Four Directions Mortal World eat to smell so good?”
Black Pup wondered curiously.
Lost in thought, it suddenly yelped as a spatula struck its head.
It snarled in pain, grimacing.
“Don’t lean here. Go play elsewhere.”
Qing Luan shooed the dog.
But Black Pup refused to leave; even if it couldn’t eat, smelling was good enough. It circled near Qing Luan.
Cheng Guang sat in the nearby pavilion, sipping tea and watching the scene, occasionally smiling knowingly.
It was quite a harmonious scene.
After the meal, Cheng Guang had little to do.
The task to slay the South Ming King was still too difficult; he needed to find the right opportunity.
There was no rush.
Though he was officially employed by the Torch Administration, given his status, he didn’t need to clock in daily.
Even without appearing, his salary would be paid as usual.
Though Cheng Guang didn’t care much about that meager income.
Bored, he amused himself by teasing Black Pup.
Though Black Pup looked silly, it sometimes showed human-like expressions toward him.
When given a playful slap, it even expressed a sense of humiliation.
This amused Cheng Guang.
Seeing the dog lively and mischievous, he couldn’t resist giving it a playful slap now and then.
Judging by Black Pup’s carefree demeanor, the psychological damage was minimal.
So Cheng Guang bestowed these playful slaps generously.
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Deep into the night, all was silent.
The sky was cloudless, stars flickering faintly in the darkness.
Moonlight spilled over the land, draping the world in a mysterious silver veil.
At midnight, Cheng Guang slowly opened his eyes.
Qing Luan hadn’t stayed in his room tonight—not because he was incapacitated, but because he wanted to see if the system would issue a new mission, focusing without distraction.
Suddenly, a cold, emotionless voice echoed in his mind.
[Year 34 of the Proof Saint Era, August 17th, the 41st day since reaching the Celestial realm, you allied with the South Ming King and Queen. Through your status and cultivation, you gained their attention.]
[But you know you cannot earn the South Ming King’s full trust. Dependent as you are, you never know when he might abandon or betray you.]
[The longer you stay, the more weary you feel. Meanwhile, you hear that the Great Zhou Empress Wu Ling is making her final stand against the South Ming King. If she falls, the last lands of Great Zhou will be lost, and the dynasty erased from mortal history.]
[You don’t know what the final battlefield looks like. The South Ming King ordered you to fight the Empress, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it and refused. As expected, the King punished you, hanging you at the city gate and beating you.]
[Your dignity as a Celestial cultivator was utterly shattered.]
[Later, you learned that Empress Wu Ling broke through to the third Celestial realm, defeating all invaders. The South Ming King suffered a great loss.]
[The power of the third Celestial realm surpasses even the South Ming King and his allied Demon Emperors.]
[Wu Ling’s breakthrough to this supreme realm means Great Zhou may still reclaim lost lands. The dynasty isn’t doomed yet.]
[Your life under the South Ming King is miserable. Hearing of Wu Ling’s hope, you want to return to her side, but you know you betrayed her. Returning won’t be easy.]
[You plan to idle under the South Ming King, who at least has the demon race backing him. His Demon Emperors won’t let him fall easily.]
[As days drag on, your life grows dull. One day, you see the legendary South Ming Princess. Your dead heart stirs again. Looking at her, you sigh.]
[This princess’s identity is more complex than it seems. You recently learned she hails from the tenth layer of the demon sea—a demon clan, a fragment of a supreme Abyssal Demon Emperor.]
[She seems to have struck a deal with the South Ming King, extracting his royal bloodline to cultivate the spiritual path exclusive to mortal royalty.]
[She supports the King behind the scenes, preventing him from being completely controlled by the demon race.]
[The South Ming King, flanked by demons and devils, has become a mere pawn in a great game. You think he’s truly mad. Even if he kills the Empress and ascends, he’d still be a puppet.]
[Being manipulated by two great powers, the King’s plight is no better than yours.]
[This thought makes you want to laugh.]
[At the same time, you realize the South Ming King cannot be relied upon. A pawn cannot protect you. If you could ally with the South Ming Princess, your situation might improve.]
[Two-star mission: Ally with the South Ming Princess.]
[Reward: The princess’s stockings.]
The system’s cold voice echoed in Cheng Guang’s mind. At the last sentence, his expression turned odd.
South Ming Princess from the tenth layer of the demon sea? A fragment of a demon emperor?
Having struck a deal with the King to extract his royal bloodline and cultivate the spiritual path?
Cheng Guang’s mouth twitched. He couldn’t fathom how the princess could extract the King’s royal bloodline to cultivate the spiritual path.
Moreover, why would a demon cultivate the spiritual path? Don’t demons have their own cultivation methods?
Or was the princess a special breed within the demon clan?
His thoughts churned, unable to grasp the situation.
The South Ming King, to reclaim his throne, allied with demons and devils, even sacrificing his royal bloodline.
Just for a throne—was it worth it?
Cheng Guang couldn’t understand the King’s mind.
Whether it was pride, revenge on Wu Shang, or being caught between forces, he didn’t know.
He sighed, putting the bizarre King aside and focused on the system task.
“Ally with the South Ming Princess?”
“That’s an interesting mission.”
Cheng Guang raised an eyebrow. Knowing his idiotic system, completing the task literally would suffice without overthinking.
But...
Even the literal meaning posed immense difficulty.
The princess was a demon; she must cultivate not only the spiritual path but also her demon clan’s unique system.
Her strength was far greater than he had expected.
He guessed her status in the demon clan was high.
Her silent crossing of realms into the mortal world and her ability to contend with multiple Demon Emperors proved it.
Cheng Guang thought that if he tried to forcefully ally with the princess now, she wouldn’t kill him outright but certainly wouldn’t allow him near.
“Difficult.”
Cheng Guang sighed. He hadn’t expected the system’s tasks to circle back to the princess.
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If only earlier today, when his Charm Eye still worked, he might have had a slim chance to force an alliance with her.
But now, at this late hour, the princess had surely cleansed her charm eye’s spiritual mark from her soul.
No chance remained.
Cheng Guang poured himself a cup of tea at the desk, lightly tapping the surface.
He pondered how to ally with the South Ming Princess.
Given her current attitude, not killing him outright was already a sign of respect.
The more he thought, the more he realized how tough this mission was.
He never imagined a mere princess could be so difficult.
Had she been an ordinary woman, he could have leveraged his status to forcibly take her to the Duke’s residence. Even if she resisted, she wouldn’t dare openly defy him there.
But the South Ming Princess was his aunt by status.
If he called her over and made any improper moves...
Never mind public opinion, Cheng Zhihai and Wu Yuemei would never forgive him.
Social hierarchy was ingrained in this era. If Cheng Guang disrespected his aunt, Cheng Zhihai and Wu Yuemei’s standing would plummet.
Even the emperor wouldn’t look kindly upon him.
It would be social death.
The more he thought, the more frustrated he became.
He glanced at Black Pup sprawled on the bed like a dead pig, snoring loudly in a careless manner.
His hands itched.
Lifting Black Pup by the neck, he gave it a playful slap.
The crisp sound echoed in the silent night.
Cheng Guang felt much better.
Black Pup truly was a stress relief device. One playful slap instantly calmed his vexed mood.
Black Pup, previously dazed, was awakened by the slap, shivering and staring blankly at Cheng Guang, tears welling in its eyes.
Don’t ask why it had tears—it loved this land deeply.
In the demon realm, no one dared slap it, let alone look it in the eye.
Now, this human repeatedly gave it playful slaps.
Do you know how much that hurts a demon emperor?
Black Pup was furious, wanting to bite Cheng Guang.
But as soon as the thought arose, pain overwhelmed it, and it no longer dared to resist.
Despair consumed Black Pup.
What kind of power was this, to toy with a demon emperor so completely?
Even in reincarnation, weakened, its cultivation and form diminished, it was still a demon emperor.
Being transferred from the distant tenth demon sea to the mortal world without warning was unimaginable.
It couldn’t conceive of who could do this—certainly not this weak human.
After much thought, Black Pup grew weary.
It couldn’t guess who could so thoroughly control it.
Not only toyed with but cruelly placed at the mercy of a weak human.
The more it thought, the more miserable it felt. A demon emperor reduced to this was truly tragic.
Cheng Guang paid no mind to Black Pup’s complex inner world.
After another playful slap, his ears cleared, and he began petting the dog.
Petting a dog wasn’t as satisfying as petting a fox, but with no other option, it would do.
The fox likely returned to the Eighth Demon Realm and was unreachable for now.
At least he could pet the dog.
Cheng Guang rubbed Black Pup’s head, pinched its nose occasionally, pried its mouth open, all while pondering how to handle the South Ming Princess.
Though allied with the South Ming King, his situation was precarious.
The King wouldn’t simply tolerate Cheng Guang’s mock allegiance.
Recalling the system’s hints about the true heir’s fate, he knew the South Ming King wasn’t kind.
A man who fought the Great Zhou Emperor Wu Shang for nearly a century and survived amid the demon and demon realm powers was no ordinary figure.
He didn’t know what schemes the King and princess had planned.
For now, the princess was the immediate challenge.
If he could subdue her, exposing the King as the former heir later would be advantageous.
The main difficulty remained: how to ally with the South Ming Princess? How to win her over?
Cheng Guang felt trapped.
Facing the princess alone was an unsolvable problem.
While lost in thought, time passed.
Soon the sky brightened: the eastern horizon turned pearly white, then a soft pink hue.
With his cultivation, even days without sleep left him feeling little fatigue.
He had no intention of returning to sleep.
Setting down Black Pup—who looked completely worn out—he opened his door and stepped into the courtyard.
Qing Luan hadn’t risen yet, so he didn’t disturb her, letting her wake and prepare his wash.
After a simple wash, Cheng Guang began his daily cultivation.
He aimed to consolidate his martial realm.
Having reached the Purple Mansion, the next stage was the Divine Ability realm.
This required imprinting martial skills as divine ability marks within the purple mansion.
It was a matter of insight and time.
He must not rush.
His spiritual path was at the Yang Shen realm; the next was the Out-of-Body realm.
Upon reaching Out-of-Body, his soul could leave his body even during the day.
He could then better utilize the divine diagrams he visualized.
Currently, visualizing the True Manifestation of Qingyuan Divine Lord’s diagram was still challenging.
Though it strengthened his soul, his cultivation wasn’t enough to harness its full power.
He thought that upon reaching Out-of-Body, things would improve.
Then the diagram would truly reveal its might.
He suddenly recalled the true heir from before, who could awaken the Divine Emperor’s bloodline power.
Why hadn’t his own ancient Da Xia royal bloodline shown any signs?
Where was his bloodline power?
Puzzled, he comforted himself that the time hadn’t come yet; when it did, his bloodline power would awaken.
The ancient Da Xia royal bloodline was extraordinary.
He could barely imagine the strength its awakening would bring.
After some training, when fatigue set in, he stopped.
Qing Luan, hair tied back, was up and preparing breakfast.
Her sleeves rolled up to reveal pale wrists, her profile turned to him.
Steam from the boiling water rose, softly veiling her jade-like face, evoking a subtle “virtuous wife” aura.
Her cooking was indeed good—nearly as good as the mansion’s chefs.
Though fewer dishes, her heart and precision made up for it.
Qing Luan happily busied herself; Cheng Guang had nothing to complain about, feeling quite satisfied.
Just then, Cheng Guang seemed to hear something and looked toward the door.
“Nephew.”
A noble, melodious voice came as the South Ming Princess, accompanied by several maids, stood outside Wanxiang Garden’s gate.
The maids carried various snacks and spiritual food.
The princess smiled warmly at Cheng Guang, dressed in a smoky, sheer silk skirt, pearl earrings dangling by her ears, still regal though showing signs of fatigue—much improved from yesterday.
Cheng Guang was slightly surprised.
He hadn’t expected the princess to visit the Duke’s residence so early.
He had visited her once yesterday; now she returned the favor.
A matter of courtesy, perhaps?
His lips curled slightly, but he felt little appreciation for her charming smile.
He suspected her early visit wasn’t for anything good.
For some reason, he now understood the princess’s feelings when she heard of his visit at dawn yesterday.
It was somewhat uncomfortable.
Cheng Guang grew wary but maintained a calm, light smile.
“Aunt, what brings you here so early?”
“Is there something urgent you need from me?”
The princess looked somewhat helpless, casting him a coquettish glance.
“Why, if there’s nothing urgent, can’t I just visit you?”
Cheng Guang shook his head, chuckling.
“No, if you miss me, you can visit anytime.”
The princess’s noble face betrayed a hidden bite of her silver teeth.
Miss me? She wished she could just kill him outright.
Seeing his face annoyed her greatly.
Yet, for her own and the South Ming King’s plans, she had to feign cordiality and play along.
Just as she parted her luscious lips to speak, her gaze caught sight of the pitiful little black dog at Cheng Guang’s feet.
Her beautiful eyes flickered, pupils involuntarily contracting as if witnessing something terrifying.
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