Managing A Divine Beast Kindergarten In The Immortal Realm

𝕮⃟Hapter 44

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: TURMOIL AT THE BANQUET (PART 3)

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"Master, isn't this too risky?" The official in purple whispered anxiously in Qing Jiao's ear.

Few people knew that the herbs of the Mountain Spirit Clan and the wine infused with purple vine flower essence were potent aphrodisiacs.

Qing Jiao looked up, his grandfather still calmly sipping tea as if nothing was amiss. He couldn't help but smirk coldly and say, "Grandfather, whether it succeeds or not, it has nothing to do with us. Why bother letting others inquire further?"

The official in purple felt a pang of anxiety and quickly bowed his head, stepping back.

The leader of the Mountain Spirit Clan set down his teacup and replied in a low voice, "If we're going to do this, we must leave no traces behind."

"The wine is a gift from Kongming, and the maid is from the Wolf Clan. The embarrassed main characters are him and Chang Xiao, not us," Qing Jiao lightly chuckled, meeting his grandfather's gaze. "From beginning to end, we have nothing to do with it."

"Very well then."

Qing Jiao stopped laughing and looked up. He saw Chang Xiao not far away, unsuspectingly downing the wine brought by Mingyuan. His long, delicate eyelashes drooped slightly, concealing the excitement in his eyes.

Both of them had consumed the wine infused with purple vine flower essence, and now it was only a matter of the supporting cast stumbling upon their illicit affair.

Laughter and revelry erupted from the group of scattered immortals nearby. Qing Jiao chuckled softly as he sipped his tea. The setup for this farce was even easier than he had imagined.

His slender fingers couldn't help but tap lightly on the table. Qing Jiao's gaze fell upon the Dragon Lord in the black and gold robe, and a hidden laughter stirred in his heart.

How could a prideful member of the Dragon Clan show any mercy to a fallen companion?

...

"Lord Yun Zhao, Xiao Diao (little white ferret) went to play near the Wind Pavilion and got her clothes wet..." Mingyuan hurriedly ran over, whispering to Yun Zhao.

Yun Zhao turned his head and indeed saw a few youngsters surrounding Xiao Diao in the distance. Xiao Diao was wearing a small vest with water stains, whimpering softly but refraining from crying.

Considering that the maidservants were busy at the banquet, he kindly suggested, "I'll go to the annex of the East Warm Pavilion and fetch new clothes. You go and comfort Xiao Diao, don't let them quarrel."

After patiently giving instructions, Yun Zhao turned and headed towards the annex.

Mingyuan slightly bowed in the direction the youth had left, then turned her head and met Qing Jiao's gaze. Her eyes were hollow as she nodded in agreement.

Chang Xiao had indulged in many pastries at the banquet, and his stomach felt uncomfortably full. However, Yun Zhao's culinary skills were exceptional, and he couldn't resist the temptation of trying the last few pieces.

Deciding to alleviate his discomfort, Chang Xiao discreetly left the table and went to a secluded corner of the pavilion to massage his stomach, planning to return for a second round of indulgence.

"Chang Xiao..."

"Chang Xiao..."

"Hmm?" Ash-gray wolf ears emerged from his dark hair, and his triangular ears twitched. Suddenly, it felt as if a thin mist veiled his senses, and he heard a soft voice speaking near his ear.