Chapter 3: Don't bully him anymore?

  Soft jade for bed, fox fur for quilt, pearl light ice gauze for curtain, luxury and nobility are fully displayed.

  A beauty in a purple robe reclines on an imperial couch, playing with a jade flute between her fingers, carefree and unbridled.

  "Master, this time I've obtained three items in total, all of them are here." The man in the green shirt lowered his head, looking at his toes, his voice somewhat tense and uneasy.

  Wei Chi Yin Luo stopped fiddling with the jade flute in his hand, slowly turned around, leaned sideways and propped up his body, his narrow Danfeng eyes scanning over the "thing" placed on the fox fur rug.

  "Who comes to tell me what that thing is?" He pointed with his jade flute, directly at the purple spirit locked in an iron cage, his enchanting black eyes becoming profound.

  "This...this..." The man in green hesitated, really didn't know how to answer his master's words.

  "What about the goods from the Western Regions?" Wei Chi Yiluo got up from the couch, his narrow and long Danfeng eyes slightly turned, a cold glint flashing at the bottom of his eyes. Although his voice was calm, it added an air of unspoken intimidation that inspired awe.

  "I am guilty of dereliction of duty, please punish me, master." The man in the green shirt knelt on the ground, his back drenched with cold sweat. He still had no idea what happened to that little beauty from Western Regions.

  Wei Chi Yinluo walked slowly to the iron cage and gazed coldly at the man in a green robe kneeling on the ground, saying in a cold voice: "Open it."

  "Yes, master." The man in the green shirt didn't dare to delay for a moment and quickly opened the iron cage. Inside was a dirty little clown.

  "Look up." Wei Chi Yin Luo said to the small clown who was curled up in the iron cage, his demonic face expressionless.

  Zi Ling wore a bird's nest-like hairstyle, lifted up her slightly dirty little face, and in sight was a beautiful woman who was even more beautiful than a fairy, her eyes were a bit dizzy, but this dizziness was like the ticking of a clock, just for a second, she recovered her clarity.

  Her small face was almost unrecognizable, with a large and unsightly scar stuck to her palm-sized face like a centipede. The only thing that could be seen clearly were those relatively bright eyes. No matter how one looked at it, this child was extremely ugly in the eyes of Wei Wu Xian.

  She opened her slightly pale small mouth and said in a tender voice with a strong milky flavor: "Daddy, daddy, Ling'er misses daddy."

  Wei Chi's eyes flashed with confusion, what is "Ba Bi"? Just as he was pondering the meaning, a small black ball came pouncing towards him, jumping right into his arms and embracing him tightly.

  The dirty little face made Wei Chi's mind buzz with anger, this dirty little clown actually... actually hugged me!

  "Go down." His icy voice was somewhat restrained, and if you looked closely, you would find that his slender fingers were slightly trembling.

  Wei Chi Yin Luo, the crown prince of Xiling country, with thousands of honors and glories on his body, when had he ever been tainted by a single thread of impurity? When had he ever thought that he would be overturned by such a small dirty kid?

  "Daddy, don't leave me?" Her eyes, like a young deer's, became misty as if she was about to cry. Her pale lips trembled slightly, and her pitiful appearance made one's heart ache with tenderness.

  Perhaps it was her eyes that were too clear, too touching, that brought up the little remaining pity in Wei Chi's heart, and his trembling fingers ultimately couldn't bear to pull her out of his arms.

  "Ling'er, come down." He spoke in a relatively gentle voice for the first time, negotiating with her, while she, covered in dirt and disorder, had already made him unbearable.

  "Daddy, you promised Ling'er that you wouldn't abandon Ling'er again, and only then did she go down." Her clear eyes looked at him pitifully, her milky voice filled with grievances, as if the source of these grievances was the fact that this "Daddy" in front of her didn't take good enough care of her.

  Wei Chi Yinluo's phoenix eyes narrowed, and a flash of coldness and endurance flashed by, but in the end he restrained himself from slapping her away.

  "Good." A word escaped from his thin lips, heaven knows how much effort he had put in to make it sound so calm.

  "Dad is really good to Ling'er." Zi Ling lowered her eyelids, and a triumphant glint flashed in her eyes. She very consciously jumped down from his body, secretly pleased with herself in her heart. Today, she had bitten the tip of her tongue tightly, just barely managing not to let this mouth speak out of turn.

  At this time, a small cute beast crawled out from behind her and jumped up and down on the ground, looking very adorable.

  Zi Ling stretched out her hand and hugged Xiao Meng Beast into her arms. The girl and the beast exchanged eye contact that outsiders couldn't understand.

  "Congratulations, master, you've been made a scapegoat." A certain beast's eyes gleamed.

  "Potatoes, from now on we'll just cling to this big fool and live off him like rice worms." A certain child's eyes sparkled.

  A certain doll and a certain beast nodded in understanding, with a sly smile in their hearts...

  The man in the green robe, kneeling on the ground, saw a certain consumptive-looking little clown jumping around in front of his master and felt extremely annoyed. Who would tell him that the scene where this little clown spat blood when he was being auctioned off just now was fake?

  Seeking adoption, seeking to be taken in. This little clown's luck is quite good, having been chosen by the esteemed Prince of Western Hill Country, and was indeed adopted and taken back...

  The fairy-like handsome man ordered his subordinates to bring the purple ling down to clean up, and then changed into a clean purple robe, lying on the warm jade-made imperial bed like a soft-bodied animal. His beautiful fingers played with the emerald-green jade flute, and that noble purple robe was worn on his body, charming and enchanting, yet making people dare not profane it in the slightest.

  Zi Ling glanced at Wei Chi Yueluo with an air of nonchalance, taking in his cleanliness habits, her small face expressionless, but secretly noting down his quirks. This young master was after all her future benefactor, and to better ingratiate herself for future benefits, she would show great respect for his cleanliness habits.

  Just as she stepped out of the door, a chill ran down her spine. The gaze on her back seemed like an icy sword pressed against her vertebrae, making one's heart tremble with fear and soul shake with trepidation. Her years of experience as a special agent told her that this was a very dangerous signal.

  She clearly knew that the boy, who seemed like a demon behind her back, was scrutinizing her. The boy looked only about sixteen years old, but he had a pair of eyes that were as cold and cunning as bone marrow, as if they could lock onto people's throats, making everyone unable to escape his gaze, even dust would be annihilated.

  Zi Ling walked out of the room with a calm and composed demeanor, not until that exceptionally cold gaze was no longer freezing her back did she let out a sigh of relief. Her palms were already sweating, and it wasn't until she relaxed her tightly clenched fists that she realized her entire hand was trembling uncontrollably. The aura of that young man was even more terrifying than the head of the special forces unit, leaving people shocked and amazed.

  At such a young age, he can already be so calculating. If in the future, after several years, what kind of terrifying person will he become? Only then did Zǐ Líng suddenly realize that jumping onto him earlier was an extremely dangerous move.

  She still doesn't know why that cleanliness-obsessed young man didn't kick her out, and such a young man isn't someone who would easily compromise, nor does she know why he agreed to let her stay.

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