"We would never dare secretly conceive Dragonkind! Please see the truth, Your Highness!"
Beside him, Old Fourteen said impatiently, "Not like that, don't kowtow! Lift your neck a little and aim!"
Ao Han swept his hand out, unleashing a furious burst of Dragon Qi. A quilt flew over from the couch and wrapped Ao Tai tightly inside, after which the Dragon Qi wound around him like a sturdy chain. "Behave yourself for a while!"
Ao Tai was out of his mind at the moment, but he did not get angry. Wrapped up like a fuzzy dragon, he toppled onto the couch with his head sticking out, blinking, still unable to understand what was happening.
Then Ao Han turned to the palace maid kneeling on the floor and sneered. "You haven't conceived Dragonkind? Isn't that because your cultivation is weak and your original demon form too lowly to bear the Dragon Clan's bloodline? And you had no way to avoid him? From those few things Old Fourteen just said, I can tell this is probably how you usually play with him! You even told me you divided into two groups, rotating every two days. Just what exactly were you taking turns doing?"
The palace maid was already too terrified to speak. She lay prostrate on the floor, her face ashen.
Earlier, in the middle and front halls, Cui Jiuyang had still dared to cough when he wanted to laugh. Now, though he desperately wanted to laugh, he did not even dare cough.
In his towering rage, Ao Han might well deal with him too.
After all, a distinguished Dragon Prince had been treated like a stud horse... no, a stud dragon. If word got out, it would disgrace the entire Dragon Clan. The East Sea would probably have no face left