The dragon beast on the throne froze for a moment before realizing Luo Qian had thrown his own words back at him. He pointed a dragon claw at Luo Qian. "Such nerve! For many, many years, no creature has dared speak to me like that."
Luo Qian hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, what do you intend to do with this Chiwen?" The dragon beast scratched his head with a remarkably human gesture. "That does put me in a difficult position. It's one of my kind, and I can't bear to kill it, but a light punishment won't satisfy the others." Luo Qian's eyes darted. "How about imprisoning it for five hundred years?"
The dragon beast glanced at him. "What are you plotting?" Luo Qian gave a dry laugh. "Your Majesty is wise and mighty, birds fly and fish make soup..." The dragon beast frowned. Oh no. He had blurted out Wei Xiaobao's favorite line of flattery without thinking. "Soup..."
"That thing on your arm—is it the five-hundred-year prison you prepared for this little fellow?" The dragon beast saw through Luo Qian at a glance. "How could my little scheme escape Your Majesty's keen dragon eyes? I should never have tried such tricks in front of Your Majesty..."
That torrent of flattery made Feng Feitian shake her head. The small measure of goodwill she had just begun to feel for Luo Qian vanished without a trace. An illusion really was just an illusion! Luo Qian had no idea those words had come back to him from Feng Feitian so soon.
Even as Luo Qian poured on the flattery, he watched the dragon beast on the throne with eager eyes. The dragon beast smiled. "Very well. You can have this bargain..." "Your Majesty is wise!" Luo Qian was delighted and was about to