Wen Xiao’ai’s face was burning.
"I... I didn’t an it."
Jun Moyan chuckled softly, whispering alluringly in her ear, "How about I make you happy again tonight?"
Wen Xiao’ai instinctively shrank her neck, her face turning red. She couldn’t bear to look at Jun Moyan.
"You... you’re embarrassing!"
In the past, when Wen Xiao’ai kissed Jun Moyan a couple of tis, he would seriously lecture her, saying what was and wasn’t allowed, and even got angry with her.
But look at him now... where’s that old timid appearance?
Thinking about it now, he’s the one who’s been the worst.
"Who taught you to be so cheeky? Was it that troublemaker?"
Shangguan Yu feigned innocence.
"So you do get embarrassed, huh? How co I never noticed before." Jun Moyan said with a low laugh as he looked at her blushing face.
"I... I just kissed you a few tis before, didn’t do anything else, how could I have known you would..."
Wen Xiao’ai beca so shy she couldn’t continue, reminded of those monts.
What she did before was nothing compared to Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan looked at her adorably flushed face, feeling a tingly urge, but considering her pregnancy and last night’s excitent, he restrained himself.
Planning to make it up to her later~
...
Feng Liyan, who had been absent for a while, reappeared.
"Feng Liyan, can I ask you sothing?" Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes darted around.
"Of course."
Feng Liyan took a sip of tea, raising an eyebrow, wondering when the Little Princess beca so polite with him.
"It’s just... is there any way to separate Shang Ying’s two souls and three fragnts from my body and return them to Nie Jiuque?"
Jun Moyan is a spiritual being who’s lived for tens of thousands of years, surely knowing more than anyone else, yet she dared not ask him.
She thought, maybe it’s not impossible, perhaps they’re just afraid of harming her body and thus never attempted to separate her and Shang Ying.
Feng Liyan paused with the teacup in hand, then frowned, looking at Wen Xiao’ai with a serious expression.
"No."
"Isn’t there really any way? You’re the dicine King, your dical skills are exceptional, and Jun Moyan is a Soul-suppressing Beast, you two are so powerful, is there really no solution?"
"I know you all worry about , but can’t you even extract one soul fragnt? As long as there’s one, you could reconstruct her body."
Feng Liyan placed the teacup down and said with certainty, "If there was, we wouldn’t have risked placing a soul marked for death by the Immortal Realm into your body five hundred years ago."
Wen Xiao’ai fell silent imdiately.
"As for extracting one soul, don’t let Jun Moyan hear that, else he might get angry and destroy the Demon Clan."
"But..."
"No buts, Little Princess, focus on your pregnancy, don’t think of the impractical."
"But Nie Jiuque..."
Wen Xiao’ai felt uneasy thinking about all Nie Jiuque had done for Shang Ying.
Moreover, the thought of Shang Ying’s soul being inside her body made her uncomfortable.
And considering the grudges between Nie Jiuque and the Soul-suppressing Beast, it just felt even more bizarre.
"Everyone has their destiny, so things can’t be defied or reversed."
"dicine King~"
"Be good, focus on having the baby." Feng Liyan said, leaning down to touch Wen Xiao’ai’s protruding belly, a smile spreading across his lips.
"Is the little one behaving? Do they kick?" he asked, smiling up at Wen Xiao’ai.
"dicine King~"
Wen Xiao’ai was unwilling to let go.
Whenever Wen Xiao’ai acted spoiled, Feng Liyan found himself helpless.
"Extracting one soul to reconstruct Shang Ying’s body, I can do that, but it would just be a body, and how could what Nie Jiuque wants be a ’corpse’."
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