Chapter 35
As the production period approaches, Donghaili.
Yinglong looked at the lunch in front of him with a complicated expression.
In front of her was a plate of special fish cakes. She had tried them once before and said she loved them, so some idiot made them for her every day, and now he's been making them for a week straight.
Now, when she sees fish cakes again, she feels like throwing up.
However, a pair of eager eyes were watching her from the side...
Under that burning gaze, Yinglong reluctantly picked up a fish cake and slowly put it in her mouth. But after only taking one bite, she suddenly covered her mouth and looked at the fish cake with a look of horror.
"What's wrong?" the idiot asked anxiously as soon as he saw her like this.
"Ugh, this tastes awful," Yinglong said, covering his mouth.
"It tastes awful?" Ao Guang was startled. How could it taste awful? Just like always, it was something he had made himself.
"Try it." Seeing his disbelief, Yinglong urged him to try it.
So the idiot picked up a fish cake, put it firmly in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then thought, "Hmm, the taste hasn't changed."
He held up the pancakes he had made, looking at his wife with a somewhat bewildered expression. They tasted just like before.
But Yinglong covered his mouth and continued to shake his head:
"Ugh, it tastes awful. You didn't notice? Try it again."
So the idiot took another bite, and, well, nothing's changed...
What happened?
Has my sense of taste disappeared?
Seeing how his wife avoided the food like the plague, he really wondered if he hadn't tasted it properly.
"Would you like to try it again?"
With a desire to find the answer, the fool ate one bite after another, and under Yinglong's disapproving gaze, he unknowingly finished all the fish cakes on the plate by himself.
Seeing that the plate in front of him was finally empty, Yinglong breathed a sigh of relief and put his hand down.
"I told you it had gone bad, didn't I? You didn't believe me, but now you can taste it."
Ao Guang's cheeks were bulging, and his eyes were glazed over. Even after he finished eating, he realized that something about the taste was off...
Yeah?
He will be more careful when cooking in the future...
The problem of food has been solved, but the problem of sleep remains to be solved.
Lately, perhaps out of consideration for his wife's growing belly and discomfort while sleeping, this silly dragon has been manifesting his dragon form every night and attempting to have someone sleep on him.
Seeing the alluring "mermaid" on the bed, who was even trying to "temptatiously" nod to urge her to come up, Yinglong felt it was necessary to say something to this idiot.
"Did you know? There's a legend among humans that before a child is born, there's a 'protective' ritual. The parents need to observe the night sky and pray for the child in the direction of each shooting star. This way, the child can be born safely."
"Oh, really?"
"yes."
Seeing the idiot's bewildered expression, Yinglong replied without hesitation, "It is indeed true. You clearly lack knowledge. This is a human tradition. Every child is blessed in this way before birth. This is what I learned recently while taking the child out."
The little dragon, who had lived in the deep sea for a long time, had no doubt about this. It was because he had lived on the seabed for so long that he was so out of touch with the world that he didn't even know such a thing.
"So how exactly do I do it?" the idiot asked earnestly, his eyes wide open.
"Well, let's do it this way first, and then that way."
Yinglong laughed it off, speaking in a vague and unclear way, but the idiot still understood.
So……
"You go to sleep first!" The Little Dragon King of the East Sea rolled off the bed and earnestly settled his wife into bed.
"What are you doing? It's so late and you're not asleep..."
Before Yinglong could finish speaking, a pair of hands suddenly covered his eyes: "You should go to sleep quietly."
Then she felt a gust of wind pass by, and when she opened her eyes again, the idiot was gone.
In the dead of night, in a remote corner of the East China Sea, on an empty open space, there was a table with all sorts of fish, shrimp, delicacies, and rare treasures on it.
A tall, imposing figure was standing in front of the table, carefully arranging the objects on it.
As the night deepened, the deep blue sea surged silently.
In the silence, a figure stood alone at the edge of the open space, craning his neck to look up.
The silence didn't last long; it was soon broken by a sound.
"Report! Your Majesty observed the celestial phenomena last night. A meteor passed through the Taiwei Enclosure tonight, heading southwest..."
The turtle prime minister quickly slid downwards to report the matter to his king.
Ah, from the southwest direction! The little sea dragon heard this and quickly arranged the offerings, then faced southwest and prayed devoutly.
...
"Report! Another shooting star has appeared in the direction of Betelgeuse, heading southeast..."
Oh, silly little dragon bowed devoutly to the southeast again.
"Report! There's another meteor in the Pleiades cluster, heading northeast..."
So the Little Dragon King faced northeast again...
This went on throughout the night. The Turtle Prime Minister spared no effort in observing the stars on the sea surface. Whenever he saw a shooting star streak across the sky, he would quickly dive into the sea and report the shooting star's movements to the Dragon King.
And their Dragon King stayed on the seabed all night, constantly kneeling and praying devoutly in the direction the meteor had passed...
What a busy night!
Inside the Dragon Palace, Yinglong lay on his bed, arms and legs outstretched, fast asleep.
*
The Little Dragon King was so engrossed in this "worship" activity that he didn't sleep for four or five days straight, his mind set on worshipping the shooting star at night.
Yinglong felt quite guilty. Just as she was thinking about how to use another white lie to stop the idiot, the idiot was approached by other matters.
Here's what happened: It was a peaceful afternoon. She was helping the idiot adjust his sleep schedule and reviewing official documents in the palace. But she hadn't been reading for long when a guard suddenly came to report:
"Report! The Dragon Kings of the South Sea, West Sea, and North Sea are fighting again, and they've already reached the gates..." The guard reported rapidly from below, indicating that the situation was extremely urgent!
Oh, they've started fighting again.
Yinglong glanced at the Little Dragon King, only to see that he had a blank expression.
"Oh, they've started fighting again. What are you going to do?" Yinglong asked curiously.
She had heard about his younger siblings before and had occasionally run into them, but every time she did, the three of them were always fighting, and it seemed like their fight would never end...
It's really not easy to manage three younger siblings like this—Yinglong noticed that the Little Dragon King's brows were already furrowed.
It's time...
“I’m going to send them to their respective territories,” Ao Guang said in a low voice.
"What?"
"I'm going to send the three of them to their respective territories."
"Send the three of them to their respective territories?"
"Yes." Ao Guang nodded emphatically.
Previously, I kept my younger siblings by my side because I was worried that they were too young to become a local ruler. But now it seems... I should send them over sooner rather than later.
"So that means," Yinglong asked curiously, "that you were in charge of the four seas before?"
Upon hearing this, the Little Dragon King raised his head and nodded with a hint of pride.
Yinglong was astonished:
"My goodness, I never imagined that you would rule the world at such a young age. You are truly a promising young man."
Yinglong patted the idiot's head, but his words touched a nerve. The idiot suddenly raised his head and said loudly, "I'm not a child anymore!"
"Really? You're not young anymore?" Yinglong found it amusing.
Ao Guang retorted, "I'm really not young anymore! I already... I already have a child."
That's true. Not only do they have a child, but they're also about to welcome their second one.
Uh...that makes a lot of sense.
"Fine, fine, fine." This time, Yinglong admitted defeat.
Seeing this, the Little Dragon King's lips curved into a smile again, revealing that proud yet shy smile once more.
"So you really want to send them away?"
"Yes, it's time. They should go to their respective territories."
"So, how will they get there? Will you deliver it yourself?"
The idiot nodded. He had to deliver it himself, otherwise who knew if any of them would cause trouble on the way.
If he personally delivered them… Yinglong suddenly remembered that Jia'er's aunt, Ao Run, had once complained to her that her brother loved to discipline them since they were little. Every day, he would take them to a secluded place very early in the morning and watch them cultivate. When they had cultivated for a while, he would take them home… Of course, at that time, the three siblings never cultivated. They would usually sleep or play when they got there, and by the time they got home, they were exhausted and had no strength left. Her brother had no choice but to carry the three siblings all the way home.
Carry it all the way home...
A scene appeared in my mind: a young but steady little dragon silently carrying his younger siblings home.
During that lonely and long period of growing up, what was he thinking on his mind as he carried his younger siblings home alone?
Yinglong turned to look at the serious-looking Xiaolong. Compared to when they first met, he had shed some of his immaturity and become much more mature and composed, but when he put on a serious face, he still looked a bit childish... No wonder he was so old-fashioned at such a young age. When he was young, he had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the dragon clan and raise his younger siblings. The hardships he endured were beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.
"Are you reluctant to part with me?" Ao Guang looked at his wife staring intently at him, and lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly.
It's a ghost!
"I wish you would leave, then I would be free..." Before he could finish speaking, Yinglong covered his mouth, not wanting to reveal his true feelings.
Sure enough, the idiot's expression turned serious the next second after hearing this: "I will keep you company. In the meantime, you must take good care of yourself. Don't run around or cause trouble... When I return, I will give you a proper report..."
Oh dear, the father and son have already conspired before they've even left.
“Oh, then I’ll miss you too.” Yinglong immediately changed his tune.
As expected, Ao Guang fell for this act and immediately changed his tune: "I will definitely come back to be with you and the child as soon as possible!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door was flung open with a loud bang, and the three disheveled men burst in, still wrestling and tumbling together...
Yinglong watched as the little dragon king beside him suddenly stood up, then walked down with a majestic expression...
...
After that day, the date for the Little Dragon King's departure was pretty much set.
He told his younger siblings that he would soon send them to their respective territories and that they should stop causing trouble.
Although the three were unhappy about being caught fighting by their older brother, the thought of escaping his clutches and regaining their freedom brought smiles to their faces.
Ao Guang had no choice but to give his three younger siblings a good beating before letting them go.
So in the Dragon Palace, not only were Ao Run, Ao Qin, and Ao Shun counting the days on their fingers, but even Yinglong was counting the days on his fingers.
When will that idiot leave?
When will she be free?
Amidst the joyful atmosphere, only the Little Dragon King was immersed in his sorrow of parting. He had no idea what his wife was thinking; he only knew that he was feeling somewhat lost—the thought of leaving his wife and children made his mood plummet, especially now that his wife was pregnant.
"I'll be back soon."
He always says this whenever the family of three is together.
At such times, Yinglong would lie on a soft couch, faithfully accompanied by his two servants, one big and one small.
He volunteered to be her human-shaped backrest, and just sat there like that for her.
Jia'er, meanwhile, lay beside his mother, gently touching her belly with his little hands.
How amazing! My younger siblings are growing up, and they might be born soon.
After touching it twice with his little hands, he looked at his father and mother with anticipation.
The mother leaned comfortably against the father, who was still rambling on about many, many things to be careful about.
What do you mean you can't cultivate anymore? You need to sleep well and eat well...
As Jia'er listened, she heard her father instructing her again, telling her to take good care of her mother, not to run around on her own anymore, and not to be naughty all the time...
They talked for so long!
Jia'er saw his mother yawn, and he caught it and yawned too, but his father still hadn't stopped his incessant chatter.
"Hey, old man~"
After being nagged for so long, the mother finally uttered this phrase.
"This is so much fun!" Jia'er looked at his father and mother, and then added, "Little old man!"
"jump."
He was suddenly flicked on the head; upon closer inspection, he saw it was his mother.
"You can't call your father 'little old man'."
"Oh, okay." Jia'er pouted and patted his head. If he can't call him that, he can't call him that... But when he looked up, he saw his father looking at him with schadenfreude.
You're about to leave... and you're still smiling.
snort!
Old man.
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