A dragon form appeared before them by clawing apart empty space. He then flicked his tail with a huff and directed his dragon butt at them.

  “Look, just look at him!” Qiao Mu pulled at Mo Lian’s hand and gnashed her small teeth. “This stuck-up dragon!”


  Mo Lian pulled her beside him in both amusement and exasperation as he consoled, “There, there. Even though Little Seven has lived for around a thousand years, he still has the intelligence of a child when compared to the others in the dragon tribe.”


  “His age increases but not his intelligence.” Qiao Mu pursed her small mouth.

  Our dear Seventh Yan immediately turned his dragon head around and glared at her in a huff. “Xiao Mo!!”


  “Okay, okay, okay.” Mo Lian felt a headache as he shook his head in amusement at these two little fellows who were at odds with each other.

  After flying up onto the golden dragon’s back with Qiao Mu in his arms, he stroked Little Seven’s head. “Let’s go, Little Seven.”


  Seventh Yan flicked his tail, burrowing into the clouds with a swish.

  Not long after the two departed, Gong Chang’an rushed over in a hurry. When he reached the Eastern Palace’s entrance, he grabbed Xiao’xi’zi and interrogated, “Where is His Highness?”


  “His Highness just left!” Xiao’xi’zi looked at him in surprise. “Manager Gong, what is the matter.”


  “Sigh, the king is summoning him for urgent matters.”


  “His Highness will only return after four days on this trip. How about you write a letter, and I will help you find someone to deliver it to His Highness.”


  However, Gong Chang’an shook his head. “It is fine, four days is not that long. It can wait until His Highness comes back.”


  Xiao’xi’zi nodded his head docilely.

  Afterwards, Gong Chang’an looked at him before asking kindly, “His Highness went out with the crown prince consort?”


  Nodding vigorously, Xiao’xi’zi replied, “Yes.”


  “Sigh.” Upon hearing this, Gong Chang’an heaved a long sigh. Xiao’xi’zi wanted to ask why he did so, but he was afraid to ask.

  After watching Gong Chang’an leave, Xiao’xi’zi rubbed the back of his head, feeling at a total loss.

  Mo Lian naturally was unaware that just as he ran off with his lover, the king came to look for him immediately afterwards.

  The two travelled swiftly toward the Mystic Beast Forest. The little golden dragon’s speed was naturally nothing to sneeze at.

  Compared to when Qiao Mu travelled to the Mystic Beast Forest previously on a flying hawk, the time used this time had decreased by at least two-thirds.

  In consideration of that cheeky brat’s fast pace, our dear Qiao Mu didn’t quarrel with our dear Little Seventh Yan afterwards.

  After setting out early in the morning, the two finally landed outside the small base late at night.

  Seeing that the gate to the base had already closed at this late time, they made a fire on the spot, planning to just get by like this for a night.

  “Are you cold?”


  Qiao Mu shook her head as she drowsily leaned against him. “It’s not cold since it’s already spring.”


  After saying this, she snuggled into his bosom and curled up her body. “Looks like you won’t be able to rest well again tonight.”


  Mo Lian chuckled and whispered while cradling her, “You still owe me three kisses. Sleep afterwards.”


  “Don’t wanna.” Qiao Mu uttered these two words sluggishly before falling asleep shortly afterwards.

  While shaking his head helplessly, Mo Lian took out a blanket from his inner world and wrapped it around her. He murmured to himself, “She falls asleep so quickly every time. Is she doing it on purpose?”


  The next morning, when Qiao Mu sat up after opening her eyes, she saw the blanket around her and then glanced beside her.

  She saw him busy cooking a pot of porridge with his back to her.

  “What are you cooking?”


  “You’re awake.” Mo Lian turned around with a grin. “You’re in for a treat. Today, I stewed you black-boned chicken porridge with ginseng. Come quickly for a taste. I cooked it for a long time.”