Why is the fairy who adopted me plotting against me?

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Do you think I wouldn't dare?

We've already kissed.

Thinking of that sweet-smelling kiss, Li Zhaoning's cheeks flushed, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, revealing a hint of...

A silly smile.

But soon, he composed himself, regaining his usual dignity and aloofness, only with a hint of determination in his eyes.

She stood up, straightened her robes, and walked steadily toward Su Mu's room.

Not far away, Li Qinghan, who had peeked half her head out from behind the artificial hill, unconsciously twitched her fluffy fox ears that had grown out of nowhere.

Her little face was filled with confusion and worry.

What's wrong with His Highness and Aunt? They're arguing without any rhyme or reason, and the things they're saying are really strange. And why is Aunt laughing like a fool at the end?

What happened? Could he have been injured in the head by that mysterious cultivator the other day?

Li Qinghan rested her chin on her hand and sighed softly. It seemed the path to making His Highness, her aunt, and Brother Mu happy together was...

It really is a long and arduous journey.

Author's words

The mountain is famous

Four chapters released today! Two chapters first, the remaining two will be released at 8 AM.

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Not Prince Ning, but His Woman

Inside the room, Su Mu straightened her slightly wrinkled clothes, her fingertips still lingering with the sweet, warm scent from Hu Chanyuan's body.

He smiled and shook his head. He hadn't expected Aunt Hu to be so bold today. However, through this incident, he had vaguely figured out the source of Aunt Hu's heartache.

in.

It's probably because she's in heat.

He had long suspected Aunt Hu's true identity. Qinghan moved freely within the "Mysterious Yin Spirit Locking Array," which was specifically designed to counter female human cultivators. Later, she caught up with...

Aunt Hu, who arrived, was completely unaffected by the formation's suppression. This situation could only mean that they were not human.

Judging from Qinghan's age, when Yifeng was in the midst of the demon clan's internal strife, the wolf clan rose to power, and the fox clan was overthrown... was Aunt Hu really a fox?

The fox clan's mating season is not triggered randomly; it only manifests when facing a mate they truly love, and they will only act this way towards one person throughout their lives.

Therefore, the fox clan never has intimate contact with the opposite sex throughout their lives. This is also the reason why the Gu clan, despite being the royal family of the demon race, has so few descendants.

Just now, Aunt Hu's eyes were shining, and she was moaning softly; she really did resemble a civet cat in heat. I wonder what Aunt Hu will be like when she reveals her true form.

What kind of charm will it have? Will it grow fluffy, solitary ears and a big, bushy tail?

It must feel really good. Just as Su Mu was lost in thought, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Please come in," Su Mu said gently, regaining her composure.

The door opened slightly, and Li Zhaoning stood awkwardly outside, holding a porcelain bowl.

Only now, standing before Su Mu's door, did she suddenly realize—what identity should she present to him? Was she the Prince of Ning of Qingzhou? Was she his "father"?

Or is she his woman?

Although she hadn't fully sorted out her thoughts, the bowl of greasy porridge hidden behind her had already revealed her feelings.

"Mu...Mu'er, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I...I tried to cook some porridge, but...it wasn't done well." Li Zhaoning's voice grew softer and softer.

The roots were slightly warm.

Su Mu peeked into the bowl and saw that the rice grains were still raw, and the side dishes were burnt and hard.

Your Highness

Su Mu instinctively wanted to use his usual respectful address, but then he thought again that she had come to visit him with porridge she had personally cooked, not as a prince.

This is his woman, cooking for him...

"Aunt Ning." Su Mu chose this form of address as a compromise, which showed that he regarded her as a woman without making her too embarrassed.

Sure enough, Li Zhaoning's lowered eyelids lit up immediately, her lips curled slightly, and she replied softly, "Yes, Mu'er."

"Thank you so much, Aunt Ning, for making porridge for me. I will definitely eat it all." Su Mu smiled and reached out to take it, but Li Zhaoning dodged it.

"No! This porridge isn't cooked properly... it'll upset your stomach." Li Zhaoning's cheeks flushed.

As a princess, when had she ever cooked? Just now in the kitchen, the cooks tremblingly offered to help, but she dismissed them all—she simply…

He was too embarrassed to let anyone see how he cooked for Mu'er. Without anyone's guidance, the porridge was naturally a complete disaster.

Seeing that Li Zhaoning was determined not to give it to him, Su Mu stopped arguing. Aunt Ning was still shy after all, but he had his own way of dealing with it.

He rubbed his stomach, feigning distress, and said, "Oh dear, I'm so hungry! I fed all the porridge Aunt Hu cooked to Xiaoxiao. If someone were here now..."

I wish you could feed me porridge like you do to Xiaoxiao.

Li Zhaoning's heart skipped a beat. Was Mu'er trying to charm her? She secretly glanced at Su Mu and caught a glimpse of the sly smile in his eyes.

He immediately recoiled as if struck by lightning, averting his gaze.

"Mmm, you're so mean," Li Zhaoning said softly, but still obediently sat down on the edge of the brown porridge, scooped up a spoonful and carefully blew on it.

I'll do as you say this once. But if you get an upset stomach, don't complain of pain!

Su Mu opened her mouth, took the spoon in, and chewed slowly. Hmm, the rice was indeed undercooked, the porridge was lukewarm, and the side dishes were burnt and bitter. What was going on?

How did you do that?

Seeing that Li Zhaoning was about to blow on it, Su Mu smiled and stopped her, taking a big bite herself: "Aunt Ning, there's no need to blow on it, the temperature of this porridge is just right."

"Really?" Li Zhaoning was skeptical. She took a small bite herself and immediately frowned. "Ugh..." Even she herself found the taste unbearable.

Mu'er actually swallowed it without changing her expression?

"Mu'er, you don't have to force yourself. I... I'll have the cook make another bowl." She was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. She picked up the bowl and was about to get up and leave.

“Aunt Ning, it’s different.” Su Mu grasped her wrist and gently pulled her back to her side. “Food made by lovers always has a special flavor.”

This is something the cooks can't compare to.

"What? What lovers? What unique charm? Mu'er is just trying to coax me." Li Zhaoning's cheeks flushed even redder, but she stopped struggling.

"Aunt Ning doesn't believe me?" Su Mu took the spoon, scooped up another spoonful and put it in his mouth, then leaned down and hugged Li Zhaoning, gently kissing her.

"Mmm!" Li Zhaoning was so surprised that she almost dropped the bowl. Her pearly teeth were gently pried open, and the half-cooked rice grains mixed with Su Mu's breath mingled between her lips and teeth.

Strangely, the taste seemed genuinely different. The half-cooked rice, imbued with Mu'er's flavor, had become quite delicious.

Is this what he meant by "unique flavor"?

"How is it, Aunt Ning? Does it taste different?" After the kiss, Su Mu wiped the moisture from the corner of her lips and asked with a smile.

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"Hmm, something's different, something's not right!"

Li Zhaoning nodded subconsciously, then suddenly snapped out of it: "Mu... Mu'er! Why did you suddenly kiss me again? I haven't settled the score with you for what happened in the secret realm yet."

Woolen cloth!"

"Hmm?" Su Mu raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. "I remember in the secret realm, it was the prince who said he wanted to settle accounts with me."

"And the person in front of me, bringing me a bowl of congee she cooked herself, isn't she my Aunt Ning... my woman?"

He gazed intently at Li Zhaoning, his eyes gentle yet unwavering.

Under his gaze, Li Zhaoning gradually softened her posture, her pretty face blushing like a sunset.

Yes, you're right.

"Then, how about Aunt Ning says it herself?" Su Mu coaxed softly.

"I...I..." Li Zhaoning took a deep breath, her voice soft yet clear.

"I, Li Zhaoning, am not now the Prince of Ning of Qingzhou, nor your father. I am your woman..."

The moment the words left my mouth, a strange sense of relief welled up inside me.

The heavy burden that had weighed on her shoulders for years seemed to lighten instantly, and the shackles of identity that had bound her were completely broken at this moment.

She was no longer the prince who had to maintain his dignity at all times, but just an ordinary woman who would cook for her beloved.

This feeling of relief from letting go of everything brought a genuine smile to her face.

She slightly raised her face and took the initiative to kiss Su Mu.

"Oh, brother."

Su Zhixiao, lying on the couch, uttered a muffled murmur in her sleep, then turned over, her tightly closed eyes looking at the two who were about to kiss.

Li Zhaoning froze, then turned sharply to look at the still-sleeping girl on the bed, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest.

Oh no! Xiaoxiao is still here! What did I just say to Mu'er in front of her?!

She instinctively tried to pull her hand away from Su Mu's, but found that he only gripped it tighter.

Su Mu winked at her and whispered, "Aunt Ning, don't worry, Xiaoxiao is sleeping soundly."

Li Zhaoning felt a little relieved, but her cheeks burned even more.

This sneaky feeling made her both guilty and strangely exciting. She lightly punched Su Mu's chest and playfully kicked him.

He glanced at him.

That little devil, he really knows how to torment people!

No, I must discipline this rebellious son properly!

"Mu'er, I'm your woman, right?" Li Zhaoning suddenly asked, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Hmm? Of course." Su Mu blinked. What was Aunt Ning trying to do?

"Since Xiaoxiao is sleeping so soundly..." Li Zhaoning leaned closer to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Then, right here, let Aunt Ning truly become a woman."

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Chapter Thirty-Eight Riding a Big Horse

"Aunt Ning... are you serious?" Su Mu's pupils dilated slightly.

How could Aunt Ning, who was so shy just moments ago that she couldn't even hold her porridge bowl steady, be so bold now?

Li Zhaoning met his surprised gaze, her cheeks already flushed crimson, but she forced herself to remain calm, a faint yet sly smile playing on her lips.

The arc. She dared to say that, of course, for her own reasons.

After she had just admitted to him that she was his woman, the relief and ecstasy she felt were indescribable.

However, before her ecstasy could subside, Yang Shangsu Zhixiao's unconscious utterance in her sleep was like a bucket of cold water, abruptly waking her up.

She's not the only woman who likes Mu'er!

Xiaoxiao and he had already become Daoist partners, their love deep and tender. Even Chanyuan, just now in the room, had... well, who knows what happened between her and Mu'er?

Such closeness.

And what about herself? Could a few kisses really give her the right to claim him as her woman? This thought pierced her heart like an ice pick.

It feels tight.

The courage I mustered just now is now replaced by fear, the fear that the happiness I have just grasped will slip through my fingers like sand.