Chapter 14: The Princess Kneels Outside the Imperial Chamber

He sized up Bai Yuer: her jade-like face flawless, her skin luminous, her legs long and slender—truly deserving of her famed beauty.

Especially the vermilion dot at her brow, bright as flame, exquisitely alluring.

As if it concealed a divine fire capable of burning heaven and earth.

Bai Yuer’s talent is not insignificant.

Jun Xiaoyao had originally planned that, if this girl was obedient, she could barely serve as a pawn to manage the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom for him.

But now it seemed she was another arrogant beauty, spoiled by sycophants, convinced every man in the world would revolve around her, fawning over her.

“Other commoner transmigrators might have groveled first—but unfortunately, I’m not one…” Jun Xiaoyao silently shook his head.

Jun Xiaoyao possessed invincible talent, invincible status, invincible background.

A textbook high-rich-and-attractive.

Now it was others who should grovel for him, not the other way around.

For instance, Jun Linglong was the first woman to grovel for him.

But Bai Yuer clearly lacked Jun Linglong’s intelligence—or rather, having been fawned over too long, she’d grown delusional.

She dared put on airs before Jun Xiaoyao.

“How long have we known each other?” Jun Xiaoyao asked with a faint smile.

Bai Yuer blinked in surprise.

Why suddenly bring up something irrelevant?

But Bai Yuer still replied: “Yuer and the Young Master have met for the first time.”

“To demand an Immortality Pill from someone you’ve just met—though I did promise you one, did I say I’d give it to the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom for free?”

“Moreover, what does the survival of the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom have to do with me?”

“Is your father’s life or death of any importance to me?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s smile vanished; his tone turned cold.

Only then did Bai Yuer snap back to reality, her face flushing crimson and pale in turns.

Jun Xiaoyao’s three questions left her speechless, her expression awkward and unnatural.

Indeed, Jun Linglong had only told her that a Jun family prodigy was willing to give her an Immortality Pill—never that it would be free.

And the fate of the Zhuque Sovereign and the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom truly meant nothing to Jun Xiaoyao.

“But Young Master, you don’t lack Immortality Pills—just giving away one plant could save a life, even countless beings. Why refuse?”

Bai Yuer still stood on the moral high ground.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression turned utterly cold. “Simple—because the Immortality Pill is mine. If I wish, I can give it to a dog!”

Hearing this, Bai Yuer’s slender frame trembled slightly, her face paled, and a wave of humiliation surged from her heart.

Did Jun Xiaoyao mean her father was worth less than a dog in his eyes?

Thinking of this, Bai Yuer’s heart burned with rage, and she blurted out without thinking.

“Young Master, don’t make excuses—you just want my body! But unfortunately, I’m already betrothed. This condition, I cannot accept!”

At these words, Jun Linglong’s jade face instantly changed.

She hadn’t expected Bai Yuer to say something so foolish.

Bai Yuer herself then realized her mistake—a chill spread through her body, her face as white as paper.

She had just spoken her inner thoughts aloud.

“Heh…”

Jun Xiaoyao laughed.

Hearing his laugh, Bai Yuer grew even more terrified.

Jun Xiaoyao’s hand reached out and casually wrapped around Jun Linglong’s slender, supple waist.

Five years had passed; Jun Linglong was now nineteen, her figure soft and graceful, slender where it should be, full where it should be.

Though Jun Linglong was usually composed and thoughtful, being suddenly embraced like this made her let out a soft, breathy sigh, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Jun Xiaoyao’s face wore a playful expression, but his eyes remained cold.

“Why don’t you piss on a mirror and look at yourself? Do I even need to?”

“Isn’t my Linglong’s body more tempting? What are you, exactly?”

These two remarks left Bai Yuer utterly humiliated, her face burning red.

Jun Linglong was indeed superior to her in every way.

But what shocked Bai Yuer even more was Jun Xiaoyao’s self-title.

“This Godling!”

“Heavens—is this man really the Jun family’s Godling?”

Bai Yuer’s mind rang like thunder struck five times, her heart surged with chaos, her long legs trembled, and she collapsed to the ground.

The Godling of an ancient clan was the absolute symbol of status and rank.

Bai Yuer had initially assumed this youth was merely a standout prodigy of the Jun family.

She never imagined he was a Godling!

“Divine Son, please forgive Bai Yuer’s disrespect!” Bai Yuer knelt and banged her head repeatedly, ignoring the dust clinging to her fiery red hair.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained coldly indifferent.

Jun Linglong, held in his arm, blushed softly.

Especially upon hearing “my Linglong,” her heart fluttered involuntarily.

Jun Xiaoyao looked down at Bai Yuer, kneeling and begging for mercy, and shook his head slightly.

“No gain without sacrifice—this is a truth even a child understands. Clearly, you don’t…”

Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

Bai Yuer’s wish to obtain an Immortality Pill for free was pure fantasy.

He swept his sleeve aside and turned to leave.

Jun Linglong steadied herself slightly and sighed at Bai Yuer: “You’ve disrespected the Divine Son. I cannot help you.”

“No, please—I beg you! My father still needs the Immortality Pill to survive—he may not last a few more years!” Bai Yuer wept, her heart filled with regret.

If she’d known, she’d have accepted the terms humbly from the start.

Her arrogance and pride had ruined her.

“You reap what you sow,” Jun Linglong said, offering no aid.

She would not risk Jun Xiaoyao’s displeasure for a woman she barely knew.

“I will kneel outside the Divine Son’s chambers forever, begging his forgiveness!” Bai Yuer kept bowing, her forehead now streaked with blood.

Whether for the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom, her father, or herself, Bai Yuer must earn Jun Xiaoyao’s pardon.

Jun Linglong shook her head slightly and let her be.

Soon after, some Jun family members spotted a red-clad beauty kneeling motionless outside the Tiangong, Jun Xiaoyao’s chambers, her beautiful face filled with profound regret and resolve.

“Huh? Isn’t that the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom’s princess? Why is she kneeling there?”

“Shh, she offended the Divine Son. Don’t get involved.”

All Jun family members avoided Bai Yuer, treating her like air.

Inside the Tiangong, Jun Xiaoyao relaxed in a spiritual pool.

“Divine Son…” Jun Linglong entered.

“What? Want to plead for her?” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

“No, she brought this on herself. But I think the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom behind her still holds value,” Jun Linglong mused.

She possessed the Seven-Holed Linglong Heart—shrewd, quick-witted.

“Hmph. I have my own plans for her. Her temperament is terrible—needs proper training. Let her wait for now,” Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

Though he disliked Bai Yuer, he had no intention of abandoning the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom.

With Bai Yuer as a bridge, he could better control it.

“Divine Son, you’re truly a bit wicked,” Jun Linglong gave him a rare side-eye, daringly pouting—adorably irritable.

Though she was only eight years old, she acted like an old sage.

Even with her Seven-Holed Linglong Heart, she couldn’t fathom his thoughts.

“If I were truly wicked, I wouldn’t have just grabbed your waist just now,” Jun Xiaoyao said casually, his gaze trailing down Jun Linglong’s slender waist.

Beneath her palace robe, the curve of her hips was full and alluring.

“Divine Son, I’ll go now,” Jun Linglong felt his gaze, her face flushed, and she turned and fled in haste.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Sometimes, teasing this ice-clever maid was a good way to relax.

“Bai Yuer’s betrothed… hmm, I hope he has some sense of self…”

Bai Yuer must be tamed—she still has value to exploit.

Isn’t it better to train her into a slave and pawn than to kill her outright?

As for her betrothed—no matter his background or status, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care.

In the Heaven-Defying Immortal Realm, how many young ones have higher status than him?