"Xiao'er, take Chao'er and let's go back to the Heavenly Palace."
The elderly couple were embarrassed after being reprimanded by their son in front of everyone, and the mother, who was being treated like dirt, started yelling that she wanted to go back to the Heavenly Palace.
The Demon Lord panicked and instantly moved to my bedside to block me. I was so startled that I almost choked.
Accompanying him was a young man in yellow robes, with delicate features, an elegant and refined demeanor, and a reserved and modest air. He wore a golden crown, had two strands of hair hanging down his temples, a vermilion dot on his forehead, and wore a magnificent golden robe with a sword at his waist, exuding the aura of a person of high status.
Compared to his cheap father, the Demon Lord, he seemed more like a high-ranking and powerful figure. On the other hand, this father, whom he acquired out of nowhere, apart from being exceptionally handsome, seemed more like a perpetually immature young man. In his thirties, he appeared less mature than his own son, which explained his low status within the family.
"Chao'er, I'm sorry for making you suffer. I know what happened to you in the mortal world. I will help you heal your leg." Although this old man wasn't a very good person, he spoke quite nicely and had a pleasant voice.
"Qinghui, go to the Medicine Immortal Valley and invite the Demon Lord Dugu to treat Chaochao's injuries. Bring along my treasured 10,000-year-old vintage wine, 'Seeking a Drunkenness,' and make sure to bring him here."
Upon hearing that they were going to invite a Demon Lord surnamed Dugu, everyone in the room fell silent. Even Feng Qingxiao's mother, who had been clamoring to return to the Heavenly Palace, stopped talking. Feng Qingxiao also withdrew her outstretched hands.
The boy named Qinghui received orders and went to fetch someone.
The room fell silent for a moment, and soon the two maids, Yinzheng and Huazheng, also left. Only "our" family remained in the room.
Feng Qingxiao stared intently at his father's hands, looking as if he were meditating.
My cheap old man seemed to want to hug me, but for some reason, he put his hands down, giving me a false alarm. Although I am a person who likes beautiful women, I have always adhered to the principle that they can only be admired from afar and not touched.
It's one thing for Xiao Feng to accidentally take liberties with her, but since she's now without legs and needs someone to carry her, it would be very inappropriate for a man to come and hug her. She's a germaphobe, you know, and not someone you want to get close to.
In all my life, the only time I've ever been held by my father was when I was a child, okay? I've never even been held by Ji Ruchen, okay? Feng Qingxiao was an accident, so he doesn't count.
Could it be that I'm missing half of my body now, and I've really become a child? Why does everyone find me cute and want to hug me?
As I was thinking this, someone pulled me into their arms again, their hands conveniently resting on my broken knee. A pleasant, refreshing scent wafted over, instantly invigorating me. All my worries vanished, and I even forgot the pain of having my wound touched.
Looking up, I saw my mother. This family really has the same temperament; they all like to hug people.
"Chao'er has suffered, it's all my fault, but I did it for your own good, Chao'er, please don't blame me, okay?" I suddenly felt my body become lighter, and before I only felt a burning and itchy sensation in my upper legs. I pulled back the covers and looked down, and the place that was originally empty was becoming fuller at a speed visible to the naked eye.
My consciousness was slowly fading away, and in a daze I heard the voices of my adoptive father and Feng Qingxiao.
“Princess, no, Xiao Man has already sent Hui’er to invite the Demon Lord Dugu. There’s no need to rush.”
"Xiao'er thanks Mother on behalf of Chaochao."
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