Chapter 430: Long Qingyue’s Reward

The black furball immediately perked up at the mention of its name and eagerly ran over. When Long Qingyue finally touched the black furball, the chill in her eyes faded. She couldn’t seem to get enough of the fluffiness.

She even tried to get up from her wheelchair to sit on the furball, but after a moment of thought, she decided against it.

“Would you like to stay with me, Blackie?” Long Qingyue asked with a smile, and this smile, unlike her usual ones, was genuine. Seeing that Long Qingyue didn’t seem very intimidating, Blackie’s previously tucked tail waved at her.

“Hmph, who gave birth to you?” asked Ghost Mother, who just happened to come out of the umbrella sword. She appeared displeased to see the black furball be so affectionate towards the crazy woman.

The startled black furball hurried over to Ghost Mother, showing affection. Ghost Mother gave her a few token pats, face filled with pride as she seemed to be in a standoff with Long Qingyue.

Long Qingyue was aware of Ghost Mother’s hostility, but she still appeared calm and unperturbed. Pointing at the furball, she remarked, “Rumor has it that the Yin-Yang Pearls can grant any creature the ability to reproduce. I didn’t expect that with the Yin-Yang Pearls in your possession, you’d end up producing a bunch of balls.”

Although spoken mildly, there was an unmistakable sarcastic undertone in Long Qingyue’s words. As the Golden Age Dynasty’s Eldest Princess, she was well aware of all of Ye Wenxin’s recent activities, and was even more knowledgeable about Liu Churan’s secret maneuvers.

However, what she hadn’t anticipated was that not only Liu Churan was opposing her, but even Liu Churan’s so-called friends seemed to be incompatible with her as well.

“I’m only responsible for giving birth. Master is the one who does all the hard work… Isn’t that right, Master?” Ghost Mother retorted, clearly more displeased. Ye Wenxin initially wanted to avoid dealing with the situation, but unexpectedly, the conversation between human and ghost suddenly shifted to her. With a helpless smile, Ye Wenxin could only say, “I don’t know anything…”

For a moment, Ye Wenxin considered switching to another identity and running away again. However, no matter what form she changed to, Long Qingyue could always find her if she wanted to. Ye Wenxin had no choice but to face this harsh reality. She watched as Ghost Mother snorted, before pressing a dissatisfied kiss onto her lips.

The kiss was intentionally loud, and then Ghost Mother seductively whispered, “Master, let’s continue our game later?”

With that, she returned to the umbrella sword, leaving Ye Wenxin to face Long Qingyue alone.

Long Qingyue’s pupils shifted color slightly, as if she were quite angry. “Anyone else would be better than that ghost.” She clearly disapproved of Ye Wenxin’s decision to choose a ghost as a companion, because Ghost Mother was not only an exceptionally cruel spirit, but she was also aligned with Liu Churan.

Long Qingyue was greatly peeved. She was the one who crafted the script, the one who encountered Ye Wenxin first, so why did it now seem like her own designs were becoming stepping stones for Liu Churan’s insane plans?

Ye Wenxin covered her ears, really not wanting to listen to Long Qingyue’s lecture. She took a few steps forward, looked at the surrounding ice flowers, and suddenly realized that it wasn’t very convenient for Long Qingyue to move around here.

She turned back and said, “Let me carry you back.”

Long Qingyue didn’t respond, so Ye Wenxin had to step forward. “I know I was wrong.”

Ye Wenxin didn’t want to cause any unpleasantness with Long Qingyue over such a small matter, and decided to give in. Long Qingyue silently looked at Ye Wenxin, thought for a moment, and continued speaking, “I’m not that possessive, you know.”

Hearing that Long Qingyue was completely unaware of her own behavior, Ye Wenxin almost blurted out all the retorts swirling in her mind.

Long Qingyue’s possessiveness wasn’t something new. Yet, for someone so fiercely possessive, she was completely unaware of her own actions. Ye Wenxin didn’t feel like talking anymore, but after hearing Long Qingyue’s softened tone, she continued, “But you can’t keep these two ghosts around. Look at you—you’ve become so thin.”

She reached out her slender, slightly cold hand to touch Ye Wenxin’s cheek. Ye Wenxin responded perfunctorily, all the while guarding against Long Qingyue using her mind-reading ability again. If she succeeded, not only would she find that Ye Wenxin had played with ghosts, but she even played with their pearls every time.

“Are you thinking of just brushing me off, and then going back to playing with those ghosts?” Long Qingyue was incredibly perceptive, and with just one unnatural glance from Ye Wenxin, she could guess exactly what she was thinking.

Ye Wenxin’s eyes wandered nervously. Long Qingyue gently grabbed Ye Wenxin’s collar, pulling her down closer.

“I’m not.”

“Why do you sound so weak?”

Ye Wenxin guiltily responded, “It’s because I’m cold.”

Long Qingyue quirked an eyebrow slightly. “Then why don’t you dare look at me?”

Ye Wenxin felt even more distressed inside and forced a smile. “That’s because you’re so beautiful, Yue’er. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself.”

Long Qingyue tightened her grip even more upon hearing this, bringing their faces within inches of each other. Her face was so delicate and beautiful, very gentle in appearance, but there was a domineering glint in her eyes.

“Oh, then why don’t you try losing control for me?”

Long Qingyue didn’t believe Ye Wenxin’s words at all. Suddenly, she remembered that Ye Wenxin had once kissed “Mo Niancheng’s” face. At that time, she thought Ye Wenxin was a hopeless flirt, but now, Long Qingyue suddenly realized her own acting skills weren’t as good as she had thought, which was why Ye Wenxin had one-upped her.

Even though Ye Wenxin was Long Qingyue’s best friend, there were some lines that even best friends shouldn’t cross.

Ye Wenxin’s smile grew more strained, and cold sweat had already soaked her back. “Let’s not do that. I’m afraid that if I did, on this day, next year, it would be the anniversary of my death.”

Only then did Long Qingyue release her grip, her voice cold as she said, “Coward.”

“Yes, yes, I am a coward. Let me carry you back… After all, even though the Jiangshi King is asleep now, there are still many things waiting for us to deal with,” Ye Wenxin replied without taking the taunt to heart. It wasn’t that she was a coward; it was because she valued Long Qingyue.

For that reason, Ye Wenxin wouldn’t let herself have any improper thoughts about Long Qingyue. She would continue to tolerate her, to care for her, until Long Qingyue found her own happiness and place in the world. At that point, Ye Wenxin would gracefully step aside.

She might feel hurt, and a sense of loss, but those feelings would only be temporary.

In the end, the person in front of her was none other than Long Qingyue, Eldest Princess Long Qingyue.

Ye Wenxin inwardly sighed and carefully carried Long Qingyue, when she suddenly felt warmth on her lips. Ye Wenxin stared in disbelief, trying to confirm that the person kissing her was indeed Long Qingyue.

Maybe she was so pent up that she was dreaming this absurd fantasy about Long Qingyue.

“Coward…”

Long Qingyue’s kiss was fleeting, and Ye Wenxin pursed her lips, stubbornly responding, “I’m not a coward.”

“Oh? Let’s see then.”

However, Ye Wenxin soon realized she was indeed dreaming. In the dream, Long Qingyue stood up again, her figure captivating Ye Wenxin, who immersed herself in an utterly inappropriate scenario.

“Vulgar.”

“???”

Back in reality, Ye Wenxin saw Long Qingyue looking at her with obvious disdain. It was unclear whether Long Qingyue had somehow read her dream, or if she simply found Ye Wenxin’s sleeping face to be strange.

The atmosphere grew awkward, and just as Ye Wenxin felt the need to explain, Long Qingyue smiled. “Consider that dream just now your reward.”