Qian Renxue: Evil Fat Penguin

Just then, someone reached out and took the milk tea.

"Hmm, not bad."

"If you like it, then..."

Jiang Lan froze halfway through her sentence.

Because the person who accepted his milk tea was Xue Qinghe.

He looked up at the handsome, gentle smiling face in front of him, his brain working for a fraction of a second before he made an extremely instinctive reaction.

Jiang Lan hopped back a step, the orange flippers of her penguin onesie making a crisp slapping sound on the wooden stool.

"Uncle?!" Jiang Lan's voice cracked.

Xue Qinghe paused slightly in the hand holding the milk tea, and the gentle smile on her lips stiffened imperceptibly.

Here we go again.

He calls her "uncle" every time they meet; is this guy trying to make trouble for her?

However, the Xue Qinghe today is not the same Xue Qinghe as it was two months ago.

Two months in the Crown Prince's Residence's residence was enough for her to thoroughly investigate Jiang Lan's background.

"Little friend, we meet again." Xue Qinghe smiled and squatted down, her gaze meeting Jiang Lan's as he stood on the wooden stool. "Do you own this shop?"

"I own it!" Jiang Lan puffed out her chest.

He has powerful backers; his elder brother is the Sea God.

How could a mere future Angel God possibly compare to his elder brother, the Sea God?

Xue Qinghe glanced at it, nodded, and said, "Not bad, little fatty. Would you like to come visit my Crown Prince's Residence's residence in three days?"

Listening to Xue Qinghe, Jiang Lan couldn't help but look at Xue Qinghe.

He always felt that Qian Renxue had ill intentions.

Could it be...?

Is Qian Renxue a shota-con?

If that's really the case, then Qian Renxue really needs to give her a good shock.

Jiang Lan thought for a moment and joked, "Uncle, we can't be together. I know you don't like women, but you can't do that to a child."

Xue Qinghe's smile froze on his face.

Her hand, holding the milk tea, hovered in mid-air, as if she had been frozen in time.

What do you mean I know you don't like women?

Oh wait, she really doesn't like women, that wicked Little Penguin is absolutely right.

What does it mean to never harm a child?

She, the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, the young master of the Spirit Hall, and a top-tier undercover agent who had remained hidden for over a decade without revealing a single flaw, was first transformed into an old man in the mouth of this six-year-old child, and now into a pervert with peculiar fetishes?

A noblewoman passing by on the street happened to hear this. She paused, gave Xue Qinghe a very subtle look, and then quickly pulled her child away.

Before leaving, they deliberately took a long detour, as if getting too close would infect them with something unclean.

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, the veins on his forehead throbbing visibly.

She deliberately changed into casual clothes today, without any entourage, and came to his door in person for milk tea, all to curry favor and win over this Little Monster with unlimited potential.

As a result, this guy's words turned her into a clown.

"Little friend, what did you just say?" Xue Qinghe put on her usual gentle smile again, her voice so tender it could melt water. "I didn't hear you clearly. Could you say it again?"

Jiang Lan keenly sensed the dangerous aura in the air, but as someone who dared to beat up even a Titan Giant Ape, the word "coward" did not exist in his dictionary.

"Uncle, I'm right. You're in your mid-twenties now. Other people your age already have several children," Jiang Lan said to Xue Qinghe in a serious tone.

In the Douluo Continent, it's normal for people to get married in their teens. It's just not normal for a prince to be so old and still not married.

After listening to Jiang Lan's words, Xue Qinghe fell silent.

She felt that what Jiang Lan said made a lot of sense.

She can laugh off claims that she has unusual fetishes, because they're false.

It's an undeniable fact that she's in her mid-twenties and still unmarried; she can't even find a way to refute it.

She is indeed in her mid-twenties, and she is definitely not married, nor even has she had a single rumored relationship.

It's not that I don't want to have it, it's just that it's impossible to have it during the incubation period.

The Xue Ye, and countless court officials had submitted memorials requesting the Crown Prince to select a consort, but she had brushed them all off with the excuse that state affairs were of utmost importance.

Now a six-year-old child has exposed this in the street, leaving her no room for excuses.

What infuriated her even more was that what the kid said actually made sense.

In the Douluo Continent, it is common for ordinary people to get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, while nobles get married a little later, but they are basically all engaged before the age of twenty.

She, the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, is over twenty and still single. How much gossip has there been among the officials and ministers behind her back?

It's just that no one dared to say it to her face.

Jiang Lan dares.

Not only did he dare, but he also stood on a wooden stool, hands on his hips, looking at her with an expression that said, "I'm worried about your life's most important thing."

"My marriage is none of your concern, young one," Xue Qinghe said again, his voice still the gentle and composed tone of a prince, but the knuckles of his fingers holding the milk tea were slightly white. "I have my own arrangements."

"Then you should make the arrangements." Jiang Lan tilted his head, the hood of his Penguin Suit sliding to the side with his movement.

Jiang Lan revealed a face that screamed "You don't need to explain anymore." "My master said, 'All talk and no action is useless.' You say you have plans, but you don't even have anything, right? Want me to introduce you to a few? Sister Shui Bing'er and Sister Shui Yue'er from the Skywater Academy are both very beautiful, but they probably wouldn't be interested in you, Uncle."

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

At the same time, I frantically told myself that I couldn't lay a hand on him; he was just a child.

Xue Qinghe suppressed the urge to crush the milk tea cup, and a gentle smile returned to her lips, "I'm curious, is your concern for the Crown Prince's marriage because you want a matchmaker's bribe?"

"No, that's not it." Jiang Lan waved her hand, her tone extremely sincere. "I just feel sorry for you, Uncle. Every day in that huge Crown Prince's Residence, you don't even have anyone to talk to, so you can only come out to drink milk tea. Look at my shop, I have Sister Yanyan helping with packing, Sister Lingling helping with adding coconut jelly, and Doro as the manager—it's so lively. If you opened a shop too, maybe you could make some friends and maybe even find someone to settle down with."

A muffled thud came from behind the counter. Dugu Yan shrank under the counter, only her hands sticking out as she tightly covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling like a leaf.

Ye Lingling remained standing in the same spot, her eyes now completely curved into two crescent moons, unaware that the coconut jelly spoon she was holding had fallen into the cup.

Doro, on the other hand, remained quite calm. He sat on the counter, holding a freshly made milk tea in his short paws, slowly took a sip, and let out a meaningful "doro".