Mo Yinhe was at ho when he heard the dia reports and snorted disdainfully, Ungrateful fools!
He didn’t bother with the public disturbances caused by the masses.
The city hall didn’t either; the governnt maintained its stance, not deigning to get directly involved. It always kept a cool and detached posture.
So, that afternoon, the entire Yecheng was in chaos. The population was panicking, and social dia was flooded with all sorts of rumors about the downfall of Yecheng...
Ye Shen was at ho scrolling through Weibo, hand covering his face, finding it unbearable to watch. How could these people be so ungrateful?
Netizens loved to tag @Ye Shen since he was quite active on Weibo.
At that mont, countless people stord the comnts section of Ye Shen’s Weibo, eager to find out what exactly was happening in Yecheng.
Ye Shen was fired up. He took a selfie at the palace entrance and posted it on Weibo, "I haven’t run away! I’m still in Yecheng! What are you all afraid of?"
However, many national dia outlets on the mainland were reporting that a huge disaster, possibly a biohazard crisis, had occurred in Yecheng, leading to its quarantine...
Ye Shen was so angry that he skipped dinner!
What Ye Shen truly wished for now was for the typhoon to co quickly and taphorically slap all the dia and those who distrusted the city hall, letting them know what it ans to repay kindness with ingratitude—like a dog biting Lun Dongbin, unable to recognize a kind heart!
At that ti, a car entered the Yecheng Palace discreetly. Ye Junqing, hearing of its arrival, personally went to the parking lot to greet them.
A man in his fifties got out of the car and imdiately embraced Ye Junqing; the two good friends exchanged friendly insults.
"How co your pretty boy face hasn’t changed at all in decades? What’s your secret to eternal youth?"
Ye Junqing, being a vampire, looked almost like Mo Yinhe’s older brother, despite being nearly fifty years old! So vampires could live for a hundred years and still look like teenagers.
His old friend was terribly envious of his face, unmarred by the passage of ti!
Ye Junqing laughed heartily. "You’ve been married for decades, hasn’t your wife grown tired of your mouth yet?"
Ye Junqing invited his old friend in to sit down.
After the butler served them tea, the friend took a sip and said, "I ca here specifically to thank your daughter-in-law. Thanks to her last night, otherwise my son, daughter-in-law, and grandson might not be here today."
Ye Junqing replied, "Good people receive good fortune!"
Then, he instructed the butler, "See where Mingjing is and call her over."
The butler quickly returned, reporting, "The Crown Princess Consort is not here; she went out with the Crown Prince."
Ye Junqing paused for a mont, then told his old friend, "This is quite unfortunate. To my daughter-in-law, this was a minor thing. I don’t think you need to personally express your gratitude. She’s always been a busy person."
Ye Junqing had called his son last night; his son couldn’t have been unaware that soone would co to thank them today. Yet, at this ti, they had gone out, presumably because they didn’t care much for formalities like expressions of gratitude. Since both his son and Mingjing were busy people, Ye Junqing asked his friend not to take it to heart.
How could his old friend not take it to heart?
"It’s my bad timing. Here is a gift and a thank-you letter, so I’ll ask you to pass them on."
The old friend, worried about his relatives in the hospital, stayed only for half an hour before leaving.
After the old friend left, Ye Junqing asked the butler, "Where did that brat and Mingjing go?"
"I heard they went to chase the typhoon. The Crown Princess Consort transford into a long dragon, and the Crown Prince rode on her back as they soared through the sky."
Ye Junqing: "..."
Bo Leng had called Si Mingjing and told her to transform into a White Dragon more often, as that was her true form. Only by changing forms frequently could she beco a powerful dragon; otherwise, she would be but a useless one.
Si Mingjing certainly wanted to beco stronger, so she turned into the White Dragon and decided to brave the typhoon.
It was said that the wind speed of a typhoon gradually increased from its outer edge to the center, then accelerated rapidly. However, within the central eye, an area tens of kiloters in diater, the wind strength swiftly diminished, rainfall ceased, and a mostly cloudless sky erged, allowing one to see the sun during the day and the stars at night.
Si Mingjing wanted to see the eye of the typhoon for herself.
Mo Yinhe disapproved of her adventurous behavior but couldn’t withstand her persistence, so he went with her.
Ye Nianbai and Bo Fengyin also wanted to go.
Ye Nianbai had never transford into any form other than the chibi dragon and wasn’t very good at it. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t effortlessly turn into a Little Black Dragon like Bo Fengyin and was extrely frustrated about it.
So, Bo Fengyin, the Little Black Dragon, let Ye Nianbai ride on his back, following Si Mingjing.
At this mont, Si Mingjing had already passed through the typhoon’s most powerful outer rim and entered its eye; she hadn’t expected it to be so calm and beautiful here.
The White Dragon Si Mingjing circled freely in the calm skies, with Mo Yinhe sitting on her back, also enjoying the ride.
Later, when Si Mingjing grew tired, she spotted an unnad small island below and landed there. She and Mo Yinhe walked around on the island, even digging up so rare dicinal herbs, making for a bountiful harvest.
The setting sun cast a golden glow upon the seaside beach, resembling a thin layer of golden silk. Walking in it, one’s mood could not help but brighten enormously.
Bo Fengyin continued to teach Ye Nianbai how to transform into a dragon on the beach.
After a long attempt, Ye Nianbai finally succeeded and turned into a Little White Dragon!
"Jingjing, Jingjing, isn’t this young master super cool?"
Si Mingjing gave her son a thumbs-up.
Barefoot on the sand, she said, "My eldest brother was right; I should transform into a long dragon more often. I love the feeling of freely soaring in the sky. Xiaobai and the others should transform more often too, or else we’ll all be coddled into uselessness..."
Mo Yinhe walked with his hands clasped behind his back. Was this blaming him for not raising dragons properly?
Thinking about how his brother-in-law was growing increasingly important in his wife’s heart, Mo Yinhe couldn’t resist a jab. "Your eldest brother is indeed impressive," he said to Si Mingjing. "Back then, he didn’t even know who the girl was who helped him through his coming-of-age ceremony. He only left her a phone number, expecting her to call him. He waited a full four years, right until his daughter was almost killed when she was thrown from a high-rise building."
On hearing Mo Yinhe say this, Si Mingjing’s heart gave a painful jolt. "What happened?"
Bo Fengyin couldn’t stand to hear anyone speak ill of his uncle. He ran over hastily and said, "Dad, my uncle didn’t get to see my aunt clearly at that ti, so he gave her a phone number, hoping she would call him. My uncle isn’t a jerk!"
Mo Yinhe raised an eyebrow. Had he said his brother-in-law was a jerk? All he ant was that his brother-in-law had nearly lost his daughter.
Si Mingjing, with her limited patience, kicked Mo Yinhe. "What exactly happened? Tell , what about the daughter?"
Mo Yinhe had also heard it from others. "At that ti, Lou Manman was living on the mainland in W Country. She was pregnant before marriage and gave birth to a daughter nad Yaya. A woman suffered from heart failure and was looking for a matching heart to undergo a transplant surgery. The only matches were Lou Manman and Yaya. To force Lou Manman to sign an organ donation consent form, they hung Yaya from the rooftop of the 18-story building. When Lou Manman refused to sign, they threw the three-year-old Yaya down from the 18th floor."
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