Chapter 10: Chasing Her for 521 Years

Lu Yunsheng also wanted to stand up, but her whole body was hot, weak, and aching.

This illness came suddenly and strangely, so there was only one possible explanation.

She said decisively, “Ninth Master, someone has cursed me!”

Jiang Beiting was dismissive. “You’re cursed? Hah, spending 9.5 million in one day—I think you’re the one cursing me!”

“Uh…”

Hearing this, Lu Yunsheng roughly ruled out one possibility—it wasn’t Jiang Beiting who did it.

Since it wasn’t him, then surely he would agree to help her if she asked?

Her legs clearly grew weaker, and her arms instinctively wrapped tightly around his waist, her breath warm as she said, “Ninth Master, listen to me. I’m under a fire-based curse. Please help me lie down on a bed within ten minutes, turn the air conditioning to the lowest setting, and place eighty-one basins of ice cubes throughout the room.”

Jiang Beiting lowered his cold gaze. “You’re confused about one thing: I’m Jiang Beiting, not Jiang Yuchen!”

Who does she think she is, ordering the head of the Jiang family around?

Lu Yunsheng no longer cared who he was and completely fainted in his arms.

Since Jiang Beiting didn’t support her, her burning-hot body slid down along his suit and pants, finally collapsing in front of his leather shoes.

The ground made a “clunk” sound.

Jiang Beiting ignored it, kicked her lightly with his shoe, and said coldly, “Get up! The future young madam of the Jiang family lying on the road—what kind of image is that?”

However, Lu Yunsheng still lay motionless on the ground, with no response.

Jiang Beiting bent down and pinched her small nose with his fingers.

He originally intended to suffocate her slightly to force her to stop pretending, but unexpectedly, the finger that just touched her nose was instantly burned and pulled back.

“…”

It really was a fire-based curse!

Jiang Beiting quickly dispelled the heat from his fingertip. When he looked down again at the motionless woman whose body temperature was rising, he heard Lu Yunsheng’s low murmuring.

“Qingyuan…”

“!”

That voice?

When Jiang Beiting was on the Lingxi Continent, he had many titles—“Dragon God Crown Prince, His Highness the Crown Prince, Crown Prince Qingyuan, My Son,” and so on.

Only one person in the entire world dared to call him by his name directly—his crown princess, Xuan Ying.

Memories flooded his mind all at once.

When he first met Xuan Ying, her figure was as graceful as a startled swan, and he was entranced for a long time.

Later, when he lost a duel against a strange beast, Xuan Ying risked her own safety to block a fatal blow with her wings, a genius of the Divine Bird Clan who was crippled from then on.

In order to repay her kindness, he went to the Divine Bird Clan to formally propose marriage, intending to bring her into the Divine Dragon Palace.

But Xuan Ying said, “Qingyuan, even if it wasn’t you at that time, I would have saved you anyway. So don’t think too much, just go back.”

Those words—calling him “Qingyuan” regardless of status or closeness—made him deeply fall for her.

That was the first time the Crown Prince Qingyuan was seen as an independent individual, not merely a symbol of the Dragon God clan’s noble status.

Qingyuan did not return that day. He stayed with the Divine Bird Clan, cooking and caring for her for a full 521 years, finally winning her heart.

Among all eligible women in Lingxi Continent, marrying the Dragon God Crown Prince was the highest honor, but the noble Crown Prince considered himself fortunate only if he could marry Xuan Ying.

On their wedding day, he swore by his life, ignoring his mother the Dragon God Empress’s objections and the pressure from Dragon elders to take concubines, that he would only love Xuan Ying in this lifetime. If he ever had other feelings, may he be struck by thunder and lose all five souls!

With this vow, he completely cut off all other women who dared to interfere between him and Xuan Ying!

Looking back now, it’s hard to believe that he and she had already been married for fifty years.

If it weren’t for the nine-tailed demon beast escaping into a “different world” it should never have been involved with, and him, as the crown prince about to inherit the Dragon God throne, having to take on the heavy responsibility of capturing it back… He would have wished to spend every day and night with the one he loved.

“Ah Ying…”

Jiang Beiting missed her so much that when he looked at Lu Yunsheng’s face, he couldn’t help but think of his crown princess.

Even beneath the suit that no ordinary person could see, his dragon scales were showing signs of losing control.

Not far away, the driver finally couldn’t hold back and got out of the car.

Approaching Jiang Beiting, the driver nervously asked, “Ninth Master, Miss Lu…”

Before he could finish, Jiang Beiting knelt down and in an instant lifted the person lying on the ground into his arms.

The driver stood frozen in shock, sweat forming on his forehead.

Ninth Master, who had never been close to any woman, actually carried one?

Jiang Beiting’s face was calm as he carried Lu Yunsheng into the backseat.

He was helping Lu Yunsheng purely because she was the future of the Jiang family. With the Jiang family’s lineage secured, he could quickly take the old fox spirit and leave this world!

Jiang Beiting picked up the phone and decisively told the villa’s steward, “Set the air conditioning in Lu Yunsheng’s room to the lowest temperature. Place eighty-one pots of ice throughout the entire house. Be precise—eighty-one pots!”

After speaking, he turned to the driver, “Drive back to the villa, full speed!”

“Yes, Ninth Master!”

Once the driver got in, he immediately floored the accelerator.

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Jiang Family Villa.

While unconscious, Lu Yunsheng had that terrifying dream again.

In the dream, she felt as if she were being torn in two, the sharp, metallic scent of blood mixed with the smell of amniotic fluid violently churning in her throat.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, a hurried voice sounded nearby: “The shell is breaking! Put all your strength into it!”

Perhaps encouraged by this, she focused all her spiritual power on one spot and suddenly gave it her all!

“It’s coming out! It’s coming out! It’s a golden dragon egg! Golden!”

While she endured the devastating pain, the surrounding cheers echoed all around her, so much so that she didn’t know whether to smile or to cry.

Because this dream repeated over the years, Lu Yunsheng had gradually developed a deep respect and fear for the idea of “giving birth.”

She knew clearly that all the beautiful stories about childbirth were lies! There were no angels singing in the clouds, no holy light bathing the delivery bed—only women standing on the edge of life and death, building a bridge of flesh and blood for new life to come into the world.

What scared Lu Yunsheng the most was still to come. When she gave birth to that golden egg in the dream, at her weakest moment, an invisible force suddenly strangled her neck from afar!

“It’s all your fault, you crippled dead bird! You stole the place that should have been mine!”

“The whole Dragon God clan is cheering for the newborn dragon heir, no one cares if you live or die. Just go die!”

“Ugh… ugh…”

The pain of suffocation, dragged while half-fainting, and finally a sudden fall from a great height—ended the entire dream.

In the past, this point would have already woken her up.

But this time, Lu Yunsheng did not wake.

Her whole body was drenched in sweat, her cheeks flushed red, lying unconscious on the bed.

Suddenly, above her head, a low, magnetic voice sounded: “Enough, I’ll save you this once!”

Hearing this voice, Lu Yunsheng’s weak face showed a slight startle, and her cracked lips murmured like a dream:

“Qingyuan… is that you?”