Chapter 58: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 58: Sneaking Away

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Qianqian pondered secretly in her heart, always feeling that the palace maid just now seemed familiar. Thus, while continuing to enjoy the delicious food as if nothing had happened, she racked her brains in thought. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed her mind — isn't this that unreasonable Princess she ran into last time when eating Beggar's Chicken? But what was puzzling was, why would an Eldest Princess of a nation be dressed in a Yatou's attire? The curiosity in Qianqian's heart grew even stronger — could it be she wants to do something bad?

Just at this moment, Qianqian inadvertently caught sight of the Wangfei conversing in low voices with Yan Shuang'er beside her. She saw An Wangfei lean close to Yan Shuang'er's ear and whisper softly, while Yan Shuang'er listened with rapt attention. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, Qianqian slipped out of the banquet on tiptoe, carefully and cautiously, then broke into a wild sprint in the direction that woman had left.

Alas, Qianqian's legs were short; although she had chased for a long time with all her might, she still never caught even a glimpse of that woman's figure. Just as she was panting heavily, preparing to turn back, she unexpectedly discovered a grand palace standing not far ahead. This palace looked somewhat gloomy and cold; originally Qianqian planned to turn back just like that, but for some reason she seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force, and involuntarily stepped slowly into the palace.

Only after Qianqian stepped inside the hall did she realize with a start that the interior was already overgrown with weeds, clearly no one had lived here for a long time, and the entire palace exuded an old, rotten aura, as if bearing the vicissitudes of countless years., Qianqian continued fearlessly toward the depths of the palace. Her light steps passed through the front hall, and before her appeared rows of separate small rooms. The ceilings of these rooms were densely covered with cobwebs, like traces left by time, making the whole scene appear exceptionally gloomy and terrifying.

At the rear of the palace, a somewhat old Houmen stood quietly. Qianqian pushed open the door and walked out without hesitation, thinking she would see some different scenery, but outside was not much different from before. After pausing briefly, she decided to return. However, right at this moment, Qianqian suddenly discovered she had actually forgotten the direction she came from!

After pondering briefly, she chose to walk back around the palace. But who knew, as she walked, the route gradually deviated from the original track. Unknowingly, Qianqian arrived beside a small window. She stopped, carefully pressed her ear against the bottom of the window to listen to the movement inside. Silent and soundless, it seemed no one was inside. Thinking of this, Qianqian's heart settled slightly.

Immediately after, like an agile little cat, she climbed onto the window sill on tiptoe, then leaped lightly into the room. After her feet landed steadily, Qianqian slowly raised her head, and was instantly stunned by the sight before her — the entire room shone with dazzling golden light!

Inside the room stood an exquisite writing desk, and behind the desk stood an extremely huge bookshelf, its scale even surpassing the bookshelf in Father's Shufang. This bookshelf towered to the roof, filled with all kinds of books and precious scrolls, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura. Qianqian widened her bright, sparkling eyes, opened her little mouth wide, and involuntarily let out a "wow" of amazement. Immediately after, no longer able to suppress her inner excitement, she began happily picking and choosing.

Qianqian first flipped through all the books on the bottom level, but never managed to find the Picture Book she longed for. She blinked her clever eyes, thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Yan Shuang'er usually liked to hide Picture Books on the very top shelf of the bookshelf! Thinking of this, little Qianqian immediately took action; she laboriously dragged a large chair much taller than herself, step by step, to the front of the bookshelf.

Then, she stood on tiptoe, struggled to climb onto the large chair, stuck out her cute little bottom, trying to reach the books on the topmost layer. Alas, although she used all her tricks, she still could not touch those books at the very top, at most barely reaching the second layer. But fortunately, effort pays off; after a bitter search, she finally found an interesting travelogue in this second layer.

Qianqian held this hard-won travelogue with great joy, carefully climbed down from the chair. Then, she plopped down onto the icy floor, impatiently opened the book, and read greedily. However, just as she turned the first page, Qianqian encountered a problem — the book actually contained many rare characters she did not recognize at all! Ai ya ya, what to do? Little Qianqian frowned and thought hard for a while, but ultimately shook her head helplessly, deciding to give up reading this book.

She casually put the book on the writing desk beside her, then bounced and skipped away. As she walked, her gaze was drawn to the small couch, where a plate of already cold Hundred Fruit Cake was placed! Although the Hundred Fruit Cake had cooled, the sweet fragrance it emitted still permeated the air, as if possessing a soul-stealing magic. Qianqian reached out happily, gently picked up a piece of Hundred Fruit Cake. The pastry presented an alluring yellow-orange color, like ripe fruit in autumn. She carefully pinched a corner, feeling an incomparably soft touch, as if light as. When she put this piece of pastry into her mouth and chewed, it melted instantly like snow meeting fire, the delicate texture intoxicating.

Savoring carefully, Qianqian could distinguish the unique flavors of several different fruits: the sweet-sour of strawberry, the richness of mango, the mellowness of banana... They intertwined, forming a wonderful and peerless symphony of taste. Thus, Qianqian couldn't help but eat two big bites with relish, eating with great enjoyment, her mouth making "smack smack" sounds from time to time.

However, after just two bites, she suddenly sensed something unusual below her nose. She reached out a hand to touch, and it was actually a stream of warm liquid flowing down. Looking closely, it turned out to be a nosebleed! But at this moment, Qianqian was completely absorbed by the delicious taste, and did not pay too much attention to this minor mishap. She casually raised her little hand and wiped it, preparing to continue her "battle" with the Hundred Fruit Cake.

Just as she was about to take another bite, Qianqian felt a slight dizziness assault her, and her breathing became somewhat rapid. Immediately after, she felt as if a surging, turbulent current of Qi and blood was churning upward inside her body, and a strong discomfort welled up in her throat. Finally, Qianqian could no longer suppress this miserable feeling; with a "pu" sound, she spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood from her mouth. Then, her vision went black, her body went limp, and she collapsed, thus losing consciousness, falling into a deep coma...