The connection between Yan Zhen’s primary body and his secondary body was incredibly close. For the Evil Consort to abandon even her secondary body and marry him spoke volumes.
No wonder she had always sensed something off in the way the Evil Consort looked at Yan Zhen. It was entirely different from how she gazed at Chen Xi or the Jialan Fairy—a gaze laced with fervent affection.
The so-called master-disciple relationship was probably just a pretext.
The Jade Dragon Consort couldn’t quite fathom it. What charm did Yan Zhen possess to make even the offspring of a deity like the Evil Consort fall for him?
Still, she didn’t dare pry. Even with her temperament, she knew better than to tangle with the Evil God Clan unless absolutely necessary. When they went berserk, things could get messy.
As long as her daughter was happy, that was enough. She turned a blind eye to the rest.
The group discussed strategies for dealing with the Phoenix God Clan, finalized the engagement ceremony, and even touched on the possibility of an alliance among the Nine Great God Clans.
By the time they wrapped up, dusk had fallen. The Jade Dragon Consort suggested a few cups of wine, and the three beautiful masters had no objections. They all headed to the Imperial Garden in the rear palace, gathered around a stone table, and chatted idly while drinking.
When women got together, the conversation never seemed to end. Yan Zhen listened quietly, only chiming in if someone directly addressed him.
Long Ying blinked in curiosity.
“Mother Consort, where’s Father King?”
The Jade Dragon Consort huffed lightly.
“He’s in seclusion. Ignore him.”
Long Ying nodded with an “oh” and thought nothing of it.
After all, her father king did retreat into seclusion often, striving to cross the threshold into the Divine Spirit Realm—just like Zi Tianjun of the Heavenly God Clan.
None of the Nine Great God Clans had a deity in charge at the moment. Whichever clan’s leader broke through first would undisputedly take the helm, perhaps even unifying the Eighth Continent.
Without some major event, all these big shots were deep in closed-door cultivation.
Yan Zhen, however, suspected the Myriad Dragon King was probably brooding in isolation. After all, the little cabbage he’d nurtured for years had been gobbled up by some wild pig from outside.
Ahem, sin, sin.
After a lively drinking session, the Jade Dragon Consort kept Long Ying in the rear palace, while Yan Zhen and the others returned to the Western Palace Bedroom with a pleasant buzz.
Freed from confinement in the Fire Refining Starry Sky, Yan Yan was full of energy. She held her mother’s hand in one of hers and her father’s in the other, humming a little tune with an air of brazen confidence in her steps.
That night, after tucking Yan Yan into bed in the neighboring room, Yan Zhen sat on the edge of the bed with Cai Lian and Jiu Youyue nestled against him, one on each side. He outlined their next plans.
“In another couple of days, we’ll head to the Snake God Clan… The God Clans all have the same attitude. Without Long Ying, I doubt the Dragon God Clan would’ve been much different… You need to prepare yourself mentally, Cai Lian.”
Cai Lian replied calmly.
“Don’t worry. With that child there, the Snake God Clan won’t cause any issues.”
Jiu Youyue tilted her head.
“That child?”
Yan Zhen quickly caught on.
“You mean the Snake God Maiden, Cai Lian?”
Cai Lian nodded.
“Yes. That child has probably been reborn too. With her abilities, she’s surely got everything arranged by now.”
Jiu Youyue tapped her chin.
“The Snake God Maiden, huh? If she’s reborn too, doesn’t that mean—”
She curled her lips into a mischievous grin and shot Yan Zhen a sly look. He awkwardly turned his head away, chuckling like an idiot.
Cai Lian huffed softly in disapproval.
The demoness fanned the flames.
“So Little Zhen Zhen was a playboy in his previous life too? Having Sister Cai Lian and Little Sister Zi Ji wasn’t enough—he had to go chasing others too—mmph~”
Her breast was seized, waves of hot pleasure radiating from her chest. Jiu Youyue immediately stopped her mischief.
Cai Lian spotted the anomaly at once and tried to slip away, but she was a step too slow. She grabbed his wrist instead.
“L-Let… let go.”
Yan Zhen said earnestly.
“I’m just checking if Yan’er’s eating well lately—huh, why’s it so full? Oh right, you just came out of seclusion, Cai Lian. Have you been holding back?”
Cai Lian’s face flushed crimson. Seeing he wouldn’t release his little paw, she bit her lower lip, enduring silently to avoid embarrassing herself in front of her demoness little sister.
Though she’d embarrassed herself plenty of times before.
Cai Lian’s personality was fiercely strong-willed, yet she always yielded submissively in these matters. Yan Zhen loved teasing her for it—watching her cheeks turn rosy, her expression like that of a Female Monarch suffering indignity, filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction.
Nor was Yan Zhen teasing her purely for fun. In every way, Cai Lian’s allure was top-tier.
After giving birth to Yan’er, her figure and demeanor had grown even more mature and seductive, more captivating with every glance.
“Cai Lian…”
Yan Zhen murmured softly. His Snake Snake Wife understood at once. She tucked her hair behind her ear with a delicate hand and shyly offered her crimson lips.
Seeing this, Jiu Youyue leaned in close, gently nipping at the skin on Yan Zhen’s neck. She suckled lightly, leaving a trail of little strawberry marks. Meanwhile, her hand stealthily undid his belt and slipped downward—brushing right against Cai Lian’s hand.
Both women froze, their cheeks heating up further.
Yan Zhen, however, was smug as could be. He held his two beautiful wives close, kissing one then the other, all while reveling in the coordinated ministrations of their hands.
The bed curtains fell silently at some point, and the three tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of tender intimacy.
Late into the night, the sounds finally subsided.
Cai Lian and Jiu Youyue lay on their sides, pillowed on Yan Zhen’s arms—one to his left, one to his right. One closed her eyes to savor the afterglow; the other traced lazy circles on his chest with her fingertip.
“Little Zhen Zhen, look at you. You only just took Little Sister Long Ying’s innocence yesterday, and today you’re seeking love elsewhere.”
Yan Zhen pinched the demoness’s breast again.
“Quit the snide remarks. Stop teasing Long Ying, or I’ll ship you off to the Evergreen Holy Land and let Yun Xiu sort you out.”
“Heh, Big Sis can’t handle me~”
“Then the Evil Consort Master can.”
Jiu Youyue’s expression stiffened. She balled her little fist and lightly thumped his chest, pouting.
“Hate you! As the saying goes, once a daughter’s married off, she’s water under the bridge. Lady Evil Consort won’t meddle in my affairs anymore.”
Yan Zhen grinned cheekily.
“That’s not set in stone. If I ask, the Evil Consort Master will definitely listen.”
Jiu Youyue, fuming, swatted the scoundrel again.
“You just love living off women. Little Zhen Zhen has no backbone at all!”
Yan Zhen’s skin was thick as ever.
“I’ll live off you all I want~ Rich lady, I’m hungry, feed me~”
Jiu Youyue rarely lost an argument like this. She lifted her head and bit down on that infuriating mouth instead.
The pair kissed once more.
Two days later, Yan Zhen and the others bid farewell to the Jade Dragon Consort and set off for the Snake God Clan.
“Yan Zhen Zhen, I want to come too.”
Long Ying naturally hated to part from Yan Zhen. After all, she was a fresh new bride.
Yan Zhen glanced at the Jade Dragon Consort and smiled.
“Too many people might complicate things. Stay in the Dragon God Clan for now and keep the Dragon Consort company. We’ll head back to the Jialan Holy Land together once it’s over.”
Long Ying got the hint right away. Thinking of how little time she’d spent with her mother lately, she nodded obediently.
“Be careful, everyone. If there’s trouble, come straight back.”
In front of the group, Long Ying stepped forward and planted a kiss on Yan Zhen’s lips. Blushing, she said,
“Safe travels, Yan Zhen Zhen~”
In that moment, everyone felt that Long Ying had truly grown up.
