The next morning early, sunlight pierced through the forest, and the bent grass straightened its back again under the sun’s caress. The glow mushrooms turned an unusually vibrant color.
The birds were overjoyed, constantly praising Ji Zhaoxi.
“Miss Dragon is the best dragon in the world.”
“Miss Dragon is the great hero of the forest!”
“So amazing, Miss Dragon.”
Ji Zhaoxi accepted their praise calmly, looking very composed, already having the demeanor of a forest ranger—if you ignored the slight curl at the corners of her mouth.
Now, Ji Zhaoxi patrolled the forest every day. She was no longer the evil dragon she used to be; she had her own mission now.
“These princesses nowadays are all fake!”
A voice complained.
A frog squatted on a lotus leaf. Last time, it had been knocked unconscious by that princess and nearly dried out under the sun.
Luckily, a kindhearted person had kicked it into the river.
The frog had a terrible headache. Its glowing orb had been stolen by that princess, and now it had nothing left to attract princesses.
What should it do? It wanted to return to its original form. It had to kiss a princess!
Maybe it shouldn’t bother looking for a princess anymore. There weren’t that many princesses around now. Maybe it should just find an ordinary girl to kiss instead.
Then it could give her some jewels as payment—it wasn’t about to marry an ordinary girl just for one kiss. It absolutely had to marry a princess.
Just as it was wondering where to start, suddenly a force kicked it straight into the sky, and it vanished in an instant.
Ji Zhaoxi squinted at the sky. That damn frog just wouldn’t leave her alone. The sight of it annoyed her.
Sunlight spilled into the cave, lining it with a golden edge. The cave was filled with the scent of an unknown flower, which kept drifting into Celeste’s nose.
Ji Zhaoxi lay face-down on the soft cashmere blanket. She glanced at Celeste and said flatly, “Head hurts.”
Celeste set down his arrow, walked over to Ji Zhaoxi, and picked up a comb. Just then, Miss Dragon’s horns emerged and stealthily rubbed against his hand.
Celeste subtly avoided her horns and started combing her hair. The tips of her horns then began rubbing covertly against the fabric of his clothes, the friction making a grating sound in the cave.
Ji Zhaoxi closed her eyes in contentment. She didn’t know why, but it felt very good.
“Miss Dragon…”
Celeste suddenly spoke. “This isn’t good.”
Ji Zhaoxi hadn’t expected her stealthy actions to be noticed. She blushed with irritation and said matter-of-factly, “What’s not good about it? You’re my servant, I can rub whenever I want.”
Celeste fell silent and continued combing her hair, his gaze fixed on the candle on the wall.
The horn tips rubbed restlessly against the blanket, but it didn’t help at all. He could already feel that her frustration was building to tears. The horns tentatively rubbed against his palm.
Celeste sighed. His big hand wrapped around her dragon horn.
“Miss Dragon, you’ll regret this.”
Ji Zhaoxi didn’t want to hear any of his nonsense. He always said things she didn’t like. As a servant, he had absolutely no tact!
Celeste could feel her getting angry again.
He lowered his eyes. Her long hair spilled over him. He brushed aside the locks of hair nearby, and finally his hand enveloped her dragon horn. The electric pleasure made her lose all her strength. She breathed softly, afraid that her wretched servant would notice.
But of course Celeste noticed. She leaned against him, and he could clearly see her expression—how she secretly rubbed against his hand, how she clutched the blanket and buried her face in it, breathing softly.
Touching her dragon horn was far more pleasant than combing hair…
Every press felt like stepping on a nerve in her brain. This sensation completely robbed her of the ability to think. Her mind went blank, and her hand instinctively grasped Celeste’s fingers.
Celeste let her hold on. The cave was filled with the fragrance of her hair. It wasn’t until tears appeared at the corners of her eyes that Celeste stopped.
Her long lashes were wet with tears, drooping low. The tips of her ears were bright red, the flush spreading all the way down to her collarbone.
Celeste paused, then looked away.
This was simply a villain bullying an innocent dragon.
Heavy dark clouds pressed down. The forest was full of arrows. The palace was in chaos, scattered with spilled wine and jewels.
The False Prince cowered in a corner, his voice trembling with terror. “Is it gone? Is it gone?!”
Red wine splashed all over him. He had no idea how to deal with the evil dragon.
When the evil dragon had come earlier, he was enjoying some rare leisure. He didn’t understand why it had entered—hadn’t they stopped it?
“Commander! Commander! What’s going on?! Is it dead or not?!”
The False Prince cried out in fear.
The Commander spoke calmly, “Prince, it should be hiding somewhere.”
Whether it was dead or not, she didn’t know.
The False Prince panicked. “Then why aren’t you looking for it immediately? What if it ties me up?!”
The soldiers around him looked at the False Prince with utter contempt.
A man like this as their prince would only make other countries laugh at them.
While the soldiers searched everywhere on the outskirts, Celeste appeared among the rocks.
He had already spotted the dragon. In the past, he would have killed it instantly. But now, it was still useful to him.
Celeste knew every underground passage and hidden corridor in the palace well. He didn’t act hastily; instead, he led the dragon toward the weakest point in the palace’s defenses.
The sound of soldiers’ footsteps was everywhere. The dragon had no choice but to follow him.
At this moment, the palace was eerily silent. Many soldiers surrounded the False Prince. Everyone knew the dragon’s target was only him.
The soldiers searched for a long time without finding the dragon, so the False Prince relaxed. Just as he was about to flee back to his room, a massive shape in the corner scared him unconscious. A stream of yellow liquid ran from his pants onto the floor.
The Commander arrived just in time and yanked the False Prince up.
Other soldiers immediately attacked the dragon. The Commander squinted at the broken hidden corridor.
But she quickly looked away. She didn’t care whether he was the true prince or the False Prince. She only cared about who paid her wages.
Just then, a thin flash of light flickered in the air.
Nearby, a commoner raised a telescope and watched the scene. Another person was drawing a picture of the False Prince wetting his pants.
“This coward is definitely not our Prince Celeste,” one said.
The person next to him nodded, emphasizing the color of the liquid in the drawing. “He’s more timid than a rat.”
After all, some rats still dared to steal when people were around.
