Hong Yun was very unhappy now.
Especially when she heard Ao Su call her Mother, she had no idea how to react.
Nor did she dare reveal her identity, because that evil woman who called herself the Old Mother had threatened her: if she exposed her identity within seven days, her body and soul would be annihilated.
"Mother, who do you intend to send to the Di Hong Clan to demand the betrothal gifts back?" Ao Su asked.
Hong Yun frowned. You're a grown man. You've already given them the betrothal gifts, so how can you ask for them back? You've utterly disgraced all men.
And all male dragons, too.
Besides, wasn't the Dragon Palace supposed to be as rich as a nation?
It doesn't look all that impressive.
"There's no hurry," Hong Yun said, playing it safe. "I'll send someone to contact the Di Hong Clan first."
"All right." A flash of delight crossed Ao Su's eyes.
He knew his mother was about to call upon her old connections for his sake.
Watching the delighted Ao Su, Hong Yun grew even unhappier.
She was thinking about how to kill this fellow.
If Brother Yang learned about her entanglement with him, he would definitely have thoughts about it.
I need to cut away this dark history as soon as possible.
Viewed that way, this body did have its merits.
Hong Yun began considering how she could use this body's advantages to get rid of Ao Su.
At the same time, Zhong Bicen broke out in a cold sweat.
She had no idea why she had turned into Hong Yun upon waking when all she had done was go to sleep.
As the Demon Cult's previous Cult Master, Zhong Bicen had experienced many bizarre and fantastical things in her life. But