465. Refusing To Call

Seeing Ning Rongrong’s playful smile, Zhu Zhuqing grew curious. Purple light flickered in her eyes as she scanned the surroundings, tilting her head in confusion.

“Rongrong, Xiao Wu, what’s your relationship with Teacher?”

“Hehe.”

Hearing Zhu Zhuqing confirm her suspicion, Ning Rongrong immediately threw off her blanket, crossed her legs on the edge of the bed, and placed her hands on her knees.

With a proud expression, her face slightly flushed, she declared, “Zhuqing, come over and pay your respects to your Mistress!”

“What? Mistress?!”

Xiao Wu bolted upright in shock, her drowsiness instantly vanishing.

The purple glow in Zhu Zhuqing’s eyes extinguished abruptly. Her mind froze.

This flat-chested little bean sprout is my Mistress?
What right does she have?!

“Hmph! I’m not making it up! The Holy Son is my fiancé,” Ning Rongrong huffed proudly.

She pulled out a soul-guided crossbow and waved it in her hand, her voice sweet but smug.

“Zhuqing, this is called a soul-guided crossbow, isn’t it?”

“…”

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips and clenched her fists lightly, still unable to accept this.

Xiao Wu tilted her head in confusion.


“But I’ve seen the Holy Son’s fiancée before, and it’s Miss Lingling.”

“Who says there can only be one fiancée?”

Ning Rongrong turned her head with a pout, feeling sour and a little aggrieved.

“Huh?”

Xiao Wu’s eyes widened in surprise. After a moment of thought, she nodded slightly.

That does make some sense.

Zhu Zhuqing kept silent, her lips pressed together.

I never knew Teacher already had two fiancées.

However, Ning Rongrong’s words sparked a thought in her mind.

Who says only fiancées can be close to Teacher?

She recalled figures like Ling Yuan Douluo and Sister Yin'er.

Zhu Zhuqing calmed herself once more.

“Haha.”

Ning Rongrong quickly shed her jealousy and smiled brightly again.

Otherwise, someone might mistake her for a bitter, neglected woman.

Looking at Zhu Zhuqing, she said cheekily, “Zhuqing, how about it? Call me Mistress already!”

“I won’t.”

Zhu Zhuqing frowned and refused without hesitation.

“What? You—you…”

Ning Rongrong pouted, frustrated as she pointed at Zhu Zhuqing.

Huffing, she declared, “Fine! Don’t call me now, then!”

With that, she put away the crossbow and turned to Xiao Wu, asking, “Xiao Wu, what’s your relationship with the Holy Son?”

“Uh… me?”

Xiao Wu tugged nervously at her blanket, clearly uneasy. Her status seemed to be the lowest among them.

With her head bowed, her cheeks flushed, she said softly, “I… I’m the Holy Son’s pet rabbit.”

“What? A pet?! A pet?!”

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stared at her in shock, their reactions nearly identical to Ye Lingling’s when she first heard this revelation.

This time, however, Xiao Wu didn’t pull out the collar she usually wore.

Otherwise, their expressions would’ve been even more dramatic.

“Yeah.”

Kneeling on the bed, Xiao Wu nodded gently, adding, “The Holy Son has taken care of me for five years.”

Her status might be low, but she had spent the most time with the Holy Son. He had even bathed her… or rather, they had bathed together.

Recalling Qian Renjue’s face, Xiao Wu blushed and touched her warm nose in embarrassment.

“How could Holy Son Brother treat someone as a pet?”

Ning Rongrong frowned, finding it hard to believe her Holy Son Brother had such peculiar habits. Zhu Zhuqing felt the same.

But Xiao Wu’s demeanor made it clear she wasn’t lying.

Five years?

How did she live during those five years?

Soon, Ning Rongrong set these thoughts aside, trusting that her Holy Son Brother wasn’t a bad person.

She puffed out her chest and, feeling a bit superior, said to Xiao Wu, “Since you’re a pet, shouldn’t you call me ‘Master’?”

“…”

Xiao Wu hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, and then mimicked her.

Shaking her head, she replied firmly, “I won’t!”


"You must have been lying just now!"

Having been twice denied satisfaction, Ning Rongrong was visibly annoyed.

What made her angrier was that Xiao Wu was willing to respectfully call Ye Lingling "Miss Lingling," yet showed no regard for her.

Grinding her teeth in frustration, Ning Rongrong angrily slapped the bed.

"I wasn't lying! His Highness even helped me bathe once!" Xiao Wu blushed deeply as she defended herself.

"What?!"

Ning Rongrong froze, staring at Xiao Wu in disbelief.

"How... how is that possible?"

"I'm not lying. Even Lady Ling Yuan and Little Grass know about it," Xiao Wu pouted, her tone defensive.

"..."

Hearing names like "Ling Yuan" and "Little Grass," Zhu Zhuqing’s initial disbelief faded. She started to believe Xiao Wu’s words by at least eighty percent.

However, her cheeks flushed as she pondered silently.

Teacher helped her bathe...

How can I earn such a privilege?

Shaking her head to dispel the inappropriate thoughts, Zhu Zhuqing glanced at the sky outside and decided to move things along.

“We should just interact as classmates for now—at least while we’re here.” Her voice was soft but firm.

“Don’t worry! I have my own tasks to complete,” Xiao Wu quickly agreed.

Ning Rongrong, who wouldn’t jeopardize Qian Renjue’s plans, also nodded her assent.

“In that case, I’ll go train first. You two should get ready soon.”

With those words, Zhu Zhuqing walked out.

She climbed to the rooftop to practice her Purple Demon Eye technique while the morning sky was still faintly lit.

Facing the eastern horizon, Zhu Zhuqing pressed her lips together.

Mistress? So what?

Lady Ling Yuan and the others are my role models!

Her current assets were more than enough to move Teacher’s heart.

She smirked to herself, convinced of her allure.

Teacher wouldn't resist my charm. I've tested it.

The brief exchange among the three girls had brought them closer. After all, they were all on the same side.


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Elsewhere

Tang San hadn’t slept all night.

Though he was up early, he didn’t train his Purple Demon Eye. Instead, with bloodshot eyes, he made his way to Zhu Zhuqing’s dormitory to demand an explanation.

However, upon arrival, he found the room empty—there weren’t even any beds left.

“Damn it! Where is she?!”

“Did Oscar lie to me? No, did I come to the wrong place?!”

Bang!

Tang San punched the door in frustration.

Zhu Zhuqing’s mysterious appearance had left him paranoid and unsettled.

After searching for another half hour, he reluctantly gave up, deciding to check on Xiao Wu, who had been injured the previous day.


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In Spirit City

Inside a luxurious bedroom, Qian Renxue clung to her long-missed pillow, savoring the rare opportunity to sleep in.

It wasn’t until the sun rose that Bibi Dong returned from practicing her Purple Demon Eye and reentered the room.

Qian Renxue peeked out from under the covers, her beautiful face glowing with mischief.

“Mom, how about I help you comb your hair today?”

“Well, come on then.”

Bibi Dong smiled warmly and nodded.

“Alright, I’m coming!”

Qian Renxue quickly threw off the blanket, her figure wrapped in a sheer white nightgown. Her delicate jade feet lightly stepped forward, teasingly pressing onto a sturdy chest.

“Ugh—”

A low groan escaped.

Qian Renxue giggled as she sat by the bed to put on her shoes, then walked over to Bibi Dong.

In a gentle tone, she urged, “You should get up too! Stop being lazy every morning. You’re supposed to be the Holy Son, after all!”