Chapter 104 World Five (Six)

Prince Rong Zhao's arms, which had originally hung down at his sides, were now slightly raised and placed horizontally on the waist of the treasure fan.

The touch under the palm is delicate and fragile, like a branch, which can be broken easily.

The broad palm tightened its grip, pulling Baoshan's fragile body forward, like a tossing boat in the Milky Way, surging upward along the waves. The sudden feeling of powerlessness made Baoshan's heart tighten, and relying on her body's instinct, she grasped Prince Rong Zhao's hair.

Her white, tender, and smooth hands caressed her well-kept black hair, and the tips of her precious fan touched the cool jade crown. She lowered her eyes, and her dark pupils reflected the dark, deep eyes of Crown Prince Rong Zhao.

Prince Rong Zhao's expression was icy and his tone was impatient: "Which one is Fuling?"

Before Bao Shan could reply, Crown Prince Rong Zhao knitted his brows together, revealing a deep chasm, and said in a cold voice, "I'm not interested in knowing."

She was looking down at Prince Rong Zhao's treasured fan, her eyebrows timid as she replied softly, "Fuling is my sister, the person who treats me best in heaven."

Crown Prince Rong Zhao frowned, thinking: So, if others treat her well, she can easily become the person she loves most? How foolish! Crown Prince Rong Zhao looked at the slender and fragile body of the treasure fan, his brows furrowed, and he felt more and more that this useless little lotus was extremely useless as a lotus.

Even when she turns into a human form, her head is still empty and she can be easily fooled. If others give her some sweet treats, she will remember it in her heart. She is really shallow.

Prince Rong Zhao pursed his lips and made a decision about Bao Shan's extremely foolish idea: "Stupid."

After saying that, Prince Rong Zhao stretched out his arm and wanted to ruthlessly push away the bold little lotus that was leaning on him.

When Baoshan heard the word "stupid", she suddenly felt tears in her eyes.

Bao Shan knew that he was useless, he couldn't remember the rules of heaven clearly, and he was not calm in his actions.

But he couldn't help feeling sad when being despised by Prince Rong Zhao.

Baoshan's eyes were clear and pure, but now they were covered with mist.

She was not strong-minded and had not yet learned how to hide her emotions and loss. With a plop, tears fell and landed on the corner of Prince Rong Zhao's lips.

Prince Rong Zhao's face was gloomy, with an oppressive feeling as if a storm was about to come. Crystal tears were stained on his thin lips, and his breath was light, like the dewdrops swaying gracefully on the petals of a lotus in the pond.

Seeing this, Baoshan became flustered, knowing that he had done something wrong again.

No wonder Prince Rong Zhao called her stupid, she really wasn't very smart or clever.

Baoshan raised her jade arm and was about to wipe away the tears that had stained the corners of Prince Rong Zhao's lips.

A sudden branch extended from the fence wall surrounding the couch, almost touching Baoshan's hair.

Prince Rong Zhao's eyes were deep, and his body reacted subconsciously. He pressed the treasure fan downwards without any feeling on his face to avoid the "sneak attack" of the tree branch.

There was a huge red flower growing on the branch. As soon as it stretched out from the fence wall, it slowly shook off all the petals, splashing all over the precious fan and Prince Rong Zhao.

But the two people who were "attacked" by the sea of flowers had no time to appreciate this beautiful scenery. Baoshan's soft lips were pressed tightly against Prince Rong Zhao's thin lips. In her trance, she kept one thing in mind: this time it was not because of her stupidity, but because of Prince Rong Zhao...

The crystal teardrop was right next to Baoshan's soft lips. Without much hesitation, she stretched out her soft hand, gently rolled it, and took the teardrop back into her mouth.

The wet feeling on his face reminded Prince Rong Zhao of what had just happened.

The gloom in his eyes and brows grew heavier, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a few words almost through his teeth.

"Leave me, Your Highness."

Yet, his words had no deterrent effect. Instead, as his lips moved, they felt the softness of the treasure fan, which had not yet been fully retracted. Crown Prince Rong Zhao's eyes froze, a look of bewilderment flashing across them.

It feels completely different from my own, soft, delicate, and fragrant...

The closeness between the two ended with Prince Rong Zhao grabbing Bao Shan's slender wrist bone and separating her from him.

Bao Shan stood aside, watching Crown Prince Rong Zhao fixing his brocade robes, and timidly defended himself, "I'm not that stupid."

Prince Rong Zhao snorted coldly and did not respond.

Baoshan remembered Fuling's encouragement and continued to explain softly, "It was the master who took the initiative just now, not me..."

The pleasant sound fell into the silent greenhouse.

Prince Rong Zhao stiffened slightly, looking up at the treasured fan. However, he could only see the innocence and purity of the beautiful face before him.

He said coldly: "Don't mention this matter again."

After saying this, Prince Rong Zhao flicked his sleeves and left.

Looking at the tall figure gradually moving away, Baoshan sat upright on the soft couch, gently shaking her straight and slender legs, with a smile flickering across her clear and clean eyes.

Demon world.

Princess Chunru impatiently sent away a group of little sisters. They were all curious about the heaven. When they learned that Princess Chunru had gone to heaven, they came to ask what was different about heaven.

Is it the same as the demon world, with deep and terrifying dark rivers, and whimpering sounds coming out when the river flows? Are the fairies and immortal kings in heaven all sanctimonious and hypocritical?

Princess Chunru was not interested, thinking that she had been away for too short a time and did not pay attention to these things.

After the sisters left, Princess Chunru snuggled in the rocking chair with a leisurely look in her eyes.

No one knows why, but Princess Chunru has been absent-minded all day long since she came back from heaven. The demon servants have tried their best to investigate, but they can't find out the reason.

Princess Chunru naturally would not tell them, even to her closest demon servant, Princess Chunru would not reveal a word.

It was simply because the reason why she looked so dazed was too difficult to talk about.

She...actually dreamed of the cold-faced prince of heaven.

And after waking up, my cheeks still felt hot.

Princess Chunru thought that she was obsessed with Crown Prince Rong Zhao because he had embarrassed her, and that was why she wanted to take revenge on him. That was until her demon servant accidentally pointed out her mistake.

"The princess looks like what people in the mortal world would call lovesickness."

A word can wake a person up from a dream.

Princess Chunru, after days of agonizing, finally admitted that she might indeed have harbored feelings for the cold-faced prince. The demon world's inhabitants were naturally outgoing and spontaneous, and Princess Chunru was no exception. Having confirmed her feelings, she accepted them with equanimity, sought out the demon world's elders, and sought a way to communicate with the celestial realm.

However, Princess Chunru had written several letters to Prince Rongzhao, but had never received a reply.

Princess Chunru felt that writing letters, such a roundabout way, was ineffective, so she changed the subject to sending gifts. This time, instead of falling on deaf ears, she received a reply. With a flick of her finger, Princess Chunru opened the square box, revealing the fifteen letters she had sent and two gifts.

Except for the first letter which showed signs of being opened, the rest were untouched.

Princess Chunru was extremely angry and cursed in the demon world, saying that Prince Rong Zhao had a cold and hard heart, like a stinky stone in a dark river, and was extremely hateful.

Princess Chunru's first letter was opened by the Immortal Lord Zhenyu himself.

When he opened the letter, the face of the Immortal Lord Zhenyu was full of ambiguity, but Prince Rong Zhao thought that the princess from the demon world wrote the letter because she was dissatisfied and wanted to issue a challenge.

Prince Rong Zhao frowned slightly and said, "Don't worry about it."

Prince Rong Zhao didn't take Princess Chunru seriously at all.

As for Princess Chunru's declaration of war, Prince Rong Zhao had no plans to respond.

If everyone in the three realms challenged Prince Rong Zhao, he would not be able to deal with them one by one.

However, when he heard the words from the Immortal Lord Zhenyu, which fully revealed the shyness and affection of the princess from the demon world, Prince Rong Zhao's expression became even colder.

"The obscene language is unbearable to the ears."

Immortal Zhenyu only had time to read three lines before he could no longer see Prince Rong Zhao. He shook his head slightly, thinking that Princess Chunru was just flirting with a blind man, and how could Prince Rong Zhao be moved when he didn't even have any feelings for her.

The next letter Princess Chunru sent did not even see the face of Prince Rong Zhao, and it fell into the hands of the Immortal Lord Zhenyu.

When the Immortal Lord Zhenyu saw that the letters had turned into small objects, he sent all the letters he had sorted out a few days ago back to the demon world, hoping to completely put an end to Princess Chunru's thoughts.

Under the marriage tree, red silk cloth hung from the slender branches, and the roots were round and smooth, exposed.

One of them was as big as an arm, with countless slender branches extending out, bulging to the left and right, and following the trend, it took the shape of a wooden lounge chair.

A graceful immortal was lying on it on his side, breathing lightly.

It was not until he heard someone calling him "Yueyuan Xianjun" that the Xianjun on the wooden recliner slowly woke up.

He stretched out his palm, and mist floated in the palm of his hand. In just a moment, a round white jade stone appeared from his palm.

Immortal Lord Yueyuan was quite familiar with the situation and asked the visitor to place his palm on the white jade round stone. After a moment, a thin red line appeared on the palm of his hand that was originally empty.

This red thread is called the thread of love. Its existence only proves that the person has not yet completely cut off all feelings and love, and has completely renounced all worldly thoughts. Other things are of little use.

Those who are in love do not necessarily look for fairies or immortals to accompany them.

Those who are heartless must be cold-hearted and have no affection at all.

Immortal Lord Yueyuan has been in heaven for tens of thousands of years, and there are only a handful of people who have seen Wuqingsi.

Prince Rong Zhao, who is known as the God of War, is one of them. He is born to be ruthless and indifferent to love, and will not be moved at all by other fairies.

Prince Rong Zhao doesn't care about Wuqingsi. He is cold-hearted and doesn't need anyone else's company.

The little fairy in front of her pushed another little fairy beside her and walked to the front of Yueyuan Immortal Lord and said softly, "Baoshan, you come and test it."

Fuling had long known that she was in love.

But she had no interest in finding her destined person.

However, Fuling often comes to Yueyuan Immortal Lord to look at the love threads in her palms. She feels that the warm feeling in her palms the moment they touch the white jade round stone is extremely special.

The red line was like a slender fish, dancing in her palm.

Immortal Lord Yueyuan raised his eyes and was slightly stunned when he saw the unfamiliar little fairy.

Baoshan's eyes were as clear as water, and her lips were soft as she whispered, "Immortal Yueyuan is well."

The spring water is rippling, just like this.

Being looked at carefully by those watery eyes, Yueyuan Immortal Lord felt his heart soften a lot.

He handed the white jade pebble to Bao Shan so that she could measure it with her hand.

The soft, boneless palm was placed on the smooth white jade pebble. After a moment, the treasure fan turned over in the palm.

What meets the eye is bright white, without a trace of red.

How could such an ordinary love attract the attention of Prince Rong Zhao?