Chapter 213: The Person Cherished Most in Their Heart

Ah Bao stepped on the chest of gold ingots and grabbed a large roast chicken from the table.

This roast chicken was clearly freshly roasted, with the aroma of the meat wafting through the room, making her mouth water.

“Oh my god, sister, you can’t take that. You can’t eat it,” Di Zian quickly stopped her. The old man let them in to organize the offerings, not to eat them. “Sister, be good, these are offerings to the Divine Dragon, only the Dragon itself can eat them. We can only look, and at most, maybe touch them, but under no circumstances can we eat them. Sister, hold on, when we return to the palace, your brother will roast a big drumstick for you, okay?”

Ah Bao hugged the roast chicken even tighter after hearing Di Zian, afraid he might take it away.

“It can’t finish all this food…”

[So much roast meat, and the Divine Dragon is supposed to eat it all? That’s too wasteful! It can’t finish it, and if it’s left here, it’ll just go bad. It’d be better to fill my stomach and put the meat to good use.]

“It can finish it; it’s a big dragon, after all,” Di Zian sighed. “Its appetite is bigger than a basin.”

“It doesn’t like eating these…” Ah Bao blinked her wide eyes and looked pitifully at Di Zian. “It doesn’t like them, but Ah Bao does.”

[With all this meat, the dragon hasn’t eaten any of it; otherwise, it wouldn’t be so skinny.]

Skinny?

Was the Divine Dragon skinny?

The paintings showed it looking quite normal.

Ah Bao waved her little hand, acting like a little mistress, “Go ahead, eat, eat, it won’t get angry.”

[If it does get angry, I’ll just beat it up.]

Ah Bao tore off a drumstick. Despite her small size, her strength was not small at all.

She handed the drumstick to Di Zian, “Seventh Brother, you eat first.”

Di Zian didn’t dare; he didn’t even dare to touch it. No way, this was the Divine Dragon’s food, and just looking at it was intimidating.

Di Zian clasped his hands together in the room, muttering nonstop, “Divine Dragon, please don’t blame her, my sister is still young. Divine Dragon, please don’t blame her, my sister is still young…”

Di Zian was praying with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard a slurping sound. When he opened his eyes…

Ah Bao was already gnawing on the drumstick she had torn off, eating with relish.

Di Zian was about to cry. It wasn’t that he didn’t want his sister to eat; he knew she was greedy and loved food and money. He was just worried that the Divine Dragon’s wrath might fall upon her.

“Sister, we’ve finished checking the offerings. How about we leave now?”

Ah Bao wasn’t satisfied yet; she clearly hadn’t eaten enough. “But the door is still closed.”

Ah Bao pointed ahead. Since they had entered, the hall door had been closed.

Di Zian frowned, “Zifeng, can you ask the old man outside to open the door and let us out?”

His concern was evident, and Luo Zifeng understood.

Luo Zifeng said, “I’m afraid not. It’s said that the last time Di Hongluan came in, the hall door didn’t close. Usually, after checking the offerings to see if anything is missing or arranging them neatly, the hall door would open by itself, allowing people to leave.

But this time, the door has remained closed, and the people outside can’t open it either. I don’t know why we’re experiencing this situation today.”

They couldn’t exactly break down the door.

They could only wait for the door to open on its own.

“Ah, how long do we have to wait?” Di Zian wasn’t so much worried about staying here longer, but more about his sister eating more the longer they stayed…

This???

“Don’t worry, brothers. Once I’m full, the door will open.”

Di Zian: “…”

Luo Zifeng: “…”

Even Di Rongjing, who couldn’t speak, was speechless.

Ah Bao felt it wasn’t fun to eat alone, so she pulled Di Rongjing over to eat with her.

Di Zian and Luo Zifeng didn’t dare to move.

“Ah Bao, are you full yet?” Looking at Ah Bao’s gradually bulging belly, Di Zian couldn’t help but ask.

Ah Bao had finished a big drumstick, and after patting her round little belly, she let out a contented burp.

Then she opened the plump milk bottle hanging around her neck, took two sips, and stretched lazily with satisfaction. “Mhm, I’m full now.”

Goodness, this little ancestor was finally full.

Di Zian anxiously stared at the door, worried that the dragon might discover his little sister stealing roasted meat.

Luo Zifeng pushed the temple door, and it really did open.

“Ah Bao is amazing.” Luo Zifeng was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think Ah Bao was the owner of this tribute hall.

She says to open the door, and it opens. She says to enter, and she enters.

Ah Bao sat on the offering table, glanced around the hall, and grabbed the corner of Di Zian’s robe with her small hand. “Brother, let’s take these things home.”

These words nearly scared Di Zian to death.

Even Luo Zifeng and Di Rongjing quickly turned to look at Ah Bao.

“Oh my goodness, little sister, you shouldn’t say that.” Di Zian hurriedly covered Ah Bao’s mouth.

Ah Bao’s eyes widened, “Mmm mmm mmm.”

“Sister, stealing the dragon’s tribute is already a grave sin. If we take the offerings back to the palace, I can’t even imagine what would happen—I don’t dare imagine it!”

The dragon was brought to the Tiansheng Dynasty by our ancestors, and if it has a spirit and becomes furious, leaving us and never returning, our dynasty would lose any foothold among the Seven Kingdoms.

“In order to properly host the dragon and have it show its power, the people know it likes gold and silver. Even the poorest would offer some incense. Knowing it likes roasted meat, people would save and scrimp just to offer a piece of meat.

“Life without a national god is too hard. If we lose the dragon too, our Tiansheng Dynasty would be nothing but a pile of dog manure, isolated by the six kingdoms and abandoned by the heavens, returning to a land of disaster.” Di Zian looked sorrowful, almost on the verge of tears as he held Ah Bao.

The dragon cannot be offended.

But neither can his little sister be wronged.

“Alright, but the dragon doesn’t actually like these offerings,” Ah Bao scratched her head. “It’s for someone else.”

“For someone else? How do you know that, sister?”

“I heard it.”

Di Zian and Luo Zifeng looked around, but there was no sound at all.

“It was crying. It was crying over this roast chicken, crying so loudly.” Ah Bao pointed at the roast chicken beside her, from which two legs were already missing, having been eaten by Ah Bao.

Di Zian stared at the roast chicken with its missing legs…

His handsome face froze.

“It wants the person it cherishes most to eat the roast chicken and take the gold and silver.” Ah Bao patted her chest confidently, saying, “I can help it, and it will thank me.”

Di Zian picked up Ah Bao and started to leave. “My sister, let’s go quickly.”

If they didn’t leave now, it wouldn’t just be the chicken legs that would be gone, but their lives as well.