"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
Zhu Hua, who regarded Zi Yan as the goddess of his heart, looked even more ashen, his breathing growing heavy, as though he might explode at any moment.
"Zhu Hua, calm down. He's only Lady Zi Yan's brother."
Zhu Ming transmitted his voice to this son of the True Dragon Emperor.
"Right, right, right, her brother. Only her brother."
Zhu Hua repeated the sentence several times in his heart before he finally managed to calm down.
On the other side.
Zi Yan, who had wrapped herself around him like an octopus and refused to come down no matter what, left Xiao Yan not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He could only cast a pleading look toward Medusa.
A faint trace of amusement flashed across Her Majesty the Queen's bewitching face, but she immediately put on a stern expression and said, "Zi Yan, this is my husband, not yours. Hurry up and get down."
Once Her Majesty the Queen got angry, Zi Yan unsurprisingly caved at once. She immediately jumped down from Xiao Yan and muttered softly, "I don't have a husband, so I can only hug my brother."
Medusa's deliberately icy expression instantly collapsed when she heard that.
"How is his majesty Zhu Kun doing?"
Xiao Yan reached out and straightened Zi Yan's slightly wrinkled purple-gold dress.
"Don't call Father 'his majesty' anymore. A clan can only have one his majesty. Oh, no, the True Dragon Clan's ruler isn't called the Dragon Emperor, but the True Dragon Emperor. Father is doing very well right now. He's in secluded bitter training within the clan and still hasn't come out."
"He said that with a cultivation equal to his silly daughter's, he had no way to protect me, so he had to return to his peak as quickly