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“Python Brother, Python Brother, it's time to go home!”
Xia Muxin suddenly lunged forward, affectionately hugging Python Brother as she spoke.
With a house ready at home, she had also prepared a cozy nest for Python Brother. This time, she had to bring him back.
Python Brother wagged his tail in delight at her words, but after a moment, he timidly glanced at the cold-faced Shen Muhan.
“Python Brother, do you know? Your cozy nest is right below my room. I designed a skylight, and every day when I open the window, I can see you. Aren't I good to you? Don't I take care of you...”
The more Shen Muhan listened, the tighter his brows furrowed, enough to crush a fly. Meanwhile, Python Brother's head drooped lower and lower until it nearly touched the ground.
After finishing her sentence, Xia Muxin smiled sweetly at Shen Muhan and said, “What do you think, Uncle?”
Don't think she was unaware; when he was injured, Golden Python was also hurt. When he went missing, Golden Python disappeared too. Then he returned, and so did Golden Python. If all this were mere coincidence, it was an awfully strange one. Moreover, Golden Python's timid gaze sometimes showed a hint of grievance and sometimes a glimmer of longing—it was clearly seeking his approval.
Thus, being as clever as she was, she directly tossed the question back to him.
Shen Muhan looked at the mischievous You Stinky Girl with irritation that made his teeth itch. She had already dug two pits for him today. After a pause, he squeezed out a word through clenched teeth: “Hmm…”
“Alright then, let’s go!”
Upon hearing this, Xia Muxin beamed with joy and patted Golden Python's head before walking ahead with her hands behind her back. Shen Muhan shot a glance at Golden Python with a warning in his eyes to keep his distance before slowly following Xia Muxin.
At that moment, Golden Python didn’t care about Shen Muhan’s icy expression; as long as he was with his goddess, he was willing to do anything.
Usually, their leader was not so easy to talk to—he was cold-blooded and unyielding—but Xia Muxin had him wrapped around her finger. If she told him to go east, he would never go west. Suddenly, he found himself somewhat eager to see how it felt to be commanded.
With that thought in mind, he twisted his massive body and closely followed behind them.
“Here! Here! This is the snake! It's a treasure that appears once in a hundred years! Brothers, today we’re going to strike it rich!”
Just after leaving Golden Python's cave for a short while, a rough voice echoed nearby. Immediately after came the sound of many boots crunching on snow and breaking ice. Xia Muxin furrowed her brows and turned toward the source of the noise. To her surprise, she saw over a dozen burly men armed with bows drawn tight and arrows aimed directly at Golden Python.
"Python Brother, step aside. Leave these scoundrels to us."
In the depths of winter, the snake was already fearful of the cold. Generally, when faced with such people, it had no power to resist. Even though the Golden Python was a hundred-year-old serpent, at this moment, it could only submit to being captured. This was also the main reason Xia Muxin insisted on taking it back at this time; she was too worried.
These men were all tall and burly, their faces covered in thick beards, dressed in tiger and wolf skins. One arm, thicker than her thigh, was exposed, and their long black hair was braided into countless small plaits. Their fierce eyes were filled with greedy delight, but their greed was not directed at the Golden Python; it was aimed at Xia Muxin.
Shen Muhan pulled Xia Muxin into his embrace, glaring at the men with a sudden drop in temperature in his gaze. "Since you are guests of Tianli Kingdom, please abide by its rules. This snake is my wife's pet."
Xia Muxin peeked out from Shen Muhan's arms, tilting her head to look at him. She noticed his cold expression, thin lips pressed tightly together, and his frosty gaze directed straight at the oddly dressed group.
From his words, she could infer that these people were not from Tianli Kingdom.
"I say, pretty boy, who do you think you are? This is a prized catch of our Third Prince. Just because you say it's that little lady's pet doesn't make it so!"
A tall man with a mouth full of black teeth stepped forward, pointing at the Golden Python and Xia Muxin with a fierce tone.
At that moment, the Golden Python was enraged. It stretched its neck and opened its mouth wide to reveal two rows of sharp fangs. With a roar, a gust of wind swept through the area, lifting nearby snow and hurling it directly at the group.
The snow struck them on their heads and bodies before falling to the ground with sharp clattering sounds. The men covered their faces with their hands and retreated step by step.
"Wow, Python Brother! Impressive! Truly worthy of being the Serpent God—my pet!"
Seeing those men howling and shielding themselves while retreating, Xia Muxin's eyes lit up as she gave a thumbs-up to Python Brother. It seemed she had underestimated it.
Shen Muhan pulled her closer to him and snorted through his nose. Did he feed his precious herbs for nothing every year?
Look at how well-fed it had become; where was its beauty or majesty? It showed no gratitude and even dared to compete for his wife.
However, he didn’t voice these thoughts in front of Xia Muxin; she was still sulking with him. He couldn’t risk her refusing to let him hold her later on—spending all day hugging a cold snake made him uncomfortable just thinking about it.
The group of men were not martial arts experts; their moves were perhaps quite crude. With Python causing such chaos, some fell while others stumbled. The two who managed to stand were bent over and unable to straighten up. Xia Muxin glanced over at them and quickly covered her mouth in shock; those two bent-over fellows had ice spikes protruding from beneath them, with drops of blood faintly visible falling down.
Just now, Shen Muhan also mentioned that they were esteemed guests, so she naturally couldn't laugh out loud directly; it could easily provoke a conflict.
Shen Muhan looked at the little girl in his arms, whose face was flushed from holding back laughter. He wrapped his large hand around her and turned to walk down the mountain.
Suddenly, a chilling aura swept through the area, causing the leaves to rustle. The icicles made sharp clinking sounds as they collided with each other, some breaking off and falling straight down. Shen Muhan leaped with Xia Muxin in his arms, narrowly avoiding the ice arrows that shot toward them.
"Hey, Mischievous Girl, it's you!"
As they landed, Rong Li, who had just touched down lightly on his toes, spotted Xia Muxin and leaned on his chin with a sly grin.
His voice was enchanting yet sent shivers down one's spine. Xia Muxin initially didn't recognize the owner of the voice. When she poked her head out from Shen Muhan's embrace, her expression immediately turned cold as she retorted:
"You’re the mischievous one; your whole family is!"
She was confident enough to bet her life that she and this Rong Li, the Third Prince, were sworn enemies.
Rong Li completely ignored the icy demeanor of Shen Muhan and cast a curious glance at the Golden Python. "So this really is your pet," he said with interest.
He looked her up and down, clicking his tongue in admiration.
Xia Muxin's eyes flared with anger, but she smiled as she approached the Golden Python. "Of course! It's even older than your grandfather's grandfather. Come on, Third Prince, call it 'Great-Grandma.'"
The Golden Python was not pleased by this remark. Its owner had just insulted its age. Instantly, it rolled its eyes and stretched its neck before lying flat on the cold snow, pretending to be dead.
Shen Muhan's brows twitched as he looked at Xia Muxin with indulgence. There truly was nothing this girl wouldn't say; calling Rong Li's great-grandmother... how amusing...
Rong Li didn't seem angry; instead, he smiled knowingly at Shen Muhan before turning his gaze back to Xia Muxin. Finally, he spoke up:
"I must say, Mischievous Girl, you really know how to catch my interest. Why not ditch that old man and come with me?"
With that, he winked charmingly at Xia Muxin.
“Ha ha ha ha...”
Xia Muxin was laughing so hard that she could barely stand up straight. Shen Muhan had no idea why she was laughing like that, and his expression turned even colder than before. However, he understood her mischievous nature well enough to let her have her fun.
Then, Xia Muxin's gaze swept over Shen Muhan and Rong Li, and with a snap of her fingers, she smiled brightly and confidently walked toward Rong Li.
As Xia Muxin approached with a calm demeanor, Rong Li maintained his charming smile, but the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Shen Muhan stood there unfazed; given his domineering personality, would he really allow Xia Muxin to act so frivolously? Instantly, Rong Li's heart tightened.
At the same time, his interest in Xia Muxin deepened. This woman had a unique charm that drew his gaze irresistibly.
Xia Muxin cheerfully arrived in front of her and leaned in closely to examine Rong Li. She recalled hearing Uncle Bingzi complain during the second time she cooked for them that the Third Prince was most concerned about his appearance, known in their country as the most handsome man. Therefore, in his eyes, there could not be a single flaw on him.
After observing for a moment, Xia Muxin suddenly widened her eyes in surprise and exclaimed, “Third Prince, have you been having trouble with heat and constipation lately? Why do you have bumps on your forehead?”
Rong Li's enchanting face fell as he quickly pulled out a small mirror from his sleeve. Just then, Xia Muxin flicked her fingers at him, causing the mirror to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Xia Muxin bent down, scooped up a handful of snow, opened Rong Li's collar, and stuffed it inside. Feeling it wasn't enough, she gathered two more handfuls and shoved them in.
“Do you know? This is the difference between you and my uncle.”
- End of Chapter -
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