I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 153 To Be Together Forever

He Yuhuan swung his hammer, knocking the coffin lid off, and a person crawled out.

Miao Qing was covered in mud and dirt, and no longer had the appearance of a peerless young master.

A layer of grayness also shrouded the blue eyes.

His handsome face was also punched a few times, but it was clear that the blows weren't lethal.

Zhongli Yueluo didn't understand what He Yuhuan was up to.

Why did she drag him into a coffin and beat him up like that?

Miao Qing covered her face, looking resentful, and glanced at Zhongli Yueluo while muttering to herself.

“Princess, look at her, oh dear... my face.”

"Yu Huan, what's this?"

“Master, he is a bad person, and he came sneakily.”

"He also found something under the mountain peach tree. I asked him to show it to me, but he wouldn't."

Miao Qing knew that Zhongli Yueluo would not suspect He Yuhuan.

He quickly took the box from his waist and presented it with both hands.

"I'm truly innocent; I can't clear my name even if I jump into the River of No Heart."

"I was just worried about your safety, Princess. I have to be a good blood donor, don't I?"

Zhongli Yueluo rolled her eyes, not wanting to listen to their charade: "Get to the point!"

"I arrived here right after her, found the Demon Petal, and then was discovered by Aunt Yu Huan."

"Then why did she hit you?"

"I...I..." He did have ulterior motives; he wanted to be a double agent to leave himself a way out.

But now things are really messed up; He Yuhuan has completely cut off everything.

Zhongli Yueluo was somewhat aware of Miaoqing's little thoughts.

As a boss, you have to know when to be strict and when to be lenient.

As long as the lives of those around him are not endangered, he can turn a blind eye to some extent.

She took the box, opened it, and sure enough, it contained petals of the Demon Flower. She then gave Miao Qing a cold look.

Miao Qing immediately knelt on the ground: "Princess, I know I was wrong!"

"Is there any other information?"

Miao Qing turned her head away in regret, muttering complaints to herself.

Then, with a fawning smile, he said, "This Shang Hong often communicates with the plague demon Xi Yu, perhaps..."

"Alright, I got it. If you get caught again, you'll become Yu Huan's dinner."

He Yuhuan shook her head: "We, the He family, cannot eat our own family members." She said it very seriously.

Su Fengling stared at Miao Qing with resentment, feeling that he hadn't beaten Miao Qing's face hard enough.

But having achieved his goal, and now severely injured, he could not afford to cause trouble.

But he could whine, "Sister, they're so noisy, it gives me a headache."

Zhongli Yueluo turned her head and gently rubbed his head with a tender expression.

He Yuhuan tilted his head, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Master, my head hurts too." She blinked her big eyes, showing no sign of having a headache.

At least Su Fengling could put on an act, but Miao Qing was thinking that she should just lie back in her coffin.

Zhongli Yueluo ignored her.

Instead, she said, "Let's go back quickly, and I'll ask you all about it when we get back, Miaoqing!"

The word "Miaoqing" was pronounced with great emphasis, causing Miaoqing to tremble and praising him.

He Yuhuan persisted: "Master, my neck hurts."

"Master, my hand hurts."

"Master, my feet hurt."

Zhongli Yueluo said helplessly, "Then let me rub it for you?"

She was extremely fond of her hands because they felt so warm, so soft, and so delicious.

As she thought this, the sharp fangs almost pierced her palm.

By the time you come to your senses, your teeth are only on the surface of your skin.

She slowly loosened her grip, then turned to the right and gave Miao Qing a strange look.

Miao Qing was afraid of her; compared to the physical harm inflicted by Zhongli Yueluo, he was more afraid of this kind of mental oppression.

Su Fengling looked aggrieved, but when Zhongli Yueluo wasn't paying attention, she made a face at He Yuhuan.

He Yuhuan also bared his teeth at him, but Zhongli Yueluo simply pretended not to see it.

Zhongli Yueluo helped Su Fengling up, and Su Fengling touched her waist.

She's so delicate, it feels like she'd break if you applied even the slightest pressure.

"Sister, am I heavy?"

"A little. Miaoqing, can you still stand up?"

"Can...can't I?" He looked at Su Fengling, his eyes asking.

Su Fengling's eyes were icy cold, and Miao Qing waved her hand again: "That probably can't be done."

The four of them walked among the peach blossoms on the mountain, walking for a while and then stopping for a while.

In fact, Su Fengling could have walked on his own long ago, but he just wanted to stay by her side.

He Yuhuan had complained that he was walking too slowly, and after pausing for a while during the rest break, she ran back to where she started.

They actually dragged the coffin over from a great distance.

"White Fur, lie down here, I'll take you away. Can't you feel how tired your master is?"

He Yuhuan didn't learn anything else from Yin Yi, but she did learn how to talk back to people.

"He Yuhuan! Are you cursing me! Sister, look at her." She was quite good at putting on a pitiful act.

"You two stop fooling around. Miaoqing, you and Yuhuan go back first."

“Feng Ling’s soul is damaged, so he may be slower to return. Take these petals back with you.”

"Ah...Princess, shall we return first?"

Miao Qing doesn't want to stay by their side, but she also doesn't want to stay by He Yu Huan's side!

"Blue eyes, do you want to sit back in the coffin?"

She asked with a serious expression, tugging at the chain, ready to set off at any moment.

He Yuhuan has one advantage: she listens to Zhongli Yueluo quite well.

Miao Qing waved her hands repeatedly: "I can, I can walk by myself."

He even limped ahead of everyone else.

Then the blue light flickered and touched a few mountain peach trees before disappearing from their sight.

He Yuhuan, carrying the box, gave chase: "Hehe, I'm about to catch up with you!"

Miaoqing: ...

Seeing the two walk away, Su Fengling stopped pretending and started walking on her own.

Zhongli Yueluo smiled at him and asked, "What's wrong? Your headache isn't bothering you anymore?"

"Yes, because I was faking it just now."

He was quite frank; holding her hand, he felt an emptiness in his heart, so he simply put his arm around her shoulder.

"Sister, this road is so short, I wish I could walk on it forever."

Su Fengling watched as the peach blossoms on both sides of the road drifted down in the wind and landed in Zhongli Yueluo's hair.

He gently removed the petal, held it up to his eyes, and then touched Zhongli Yueluo's brow with his finger.

He even etched the shape of a mountain peach blossom between her eyebrows: "Sister, you are so beautiful."

The fragrance filled the air, and the two looked at each other, but Su Fengling did nothing to her.

He took two steps forward, turned around and reached out his hand to her: "Sister, I want to be with you forever."

He tilted his head, squinted, and smiled, revealing two canine teeth. His eyes sparkled, filled with her.

Her hand gently rested on his. Forever... that was a long way off, but now they were together.

He took her hand and pulled her into his arms. A warm breeze blew, and peach blossoms filled the air, obscuring the two of them.