The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 391 Rich and Rich
He finally understood that Yue'er was deliberately trying to upset her father and drag him down with her.

There was deathly silence all around.

The steward, Shen Yan, and his female servants wished they could bury their heads in the jade floor tiles and dare not utter a sound.

In the distance, some members of the dragon clan who had heard the news gathered in twos and threes behind the dragon pillar and on the cloud steps, secretly looking over with eyes full of curiosity, inquiry, and undisguised contempt.

They then began to whisper among themselves; their voices were not loud, but they were just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"That's the female the young lord brought back from the lower realms? Tsk, she certainly seems untamed..."

"How dare you be so disrespectful to the clan leader! You lowly bloodline from the lower realms, do you even deserve to step into the Dragon Abyss Palace?"

"Shh... Keep your voice down! Didn't you see those two little dragon cubs? I heard their bloodline is extremely pure, with a faint hint of atavism..."

"Hmph, so what if she was born beautiful? Her mother's lowly lineage is a stain on her reputation. Back then, the young lord went mad for her, killed the high priestess, and turned the entire clan upside down..."

"That's right. If it weren't for the fact that after reuniting with her, the young lord's madness was inexplicably cured, and he hadn't specially asked the Golden Silkworm King to cure the plague, and had even given birth to two genius dragon cubs, would the clan leader have allowed her to stand here?"

"What beast god messenger... abolishing human sacrifice? It's just a publicity stunt. What do those barbaric people of the lower realm know about sacrificial rites?"

"Look at her arrogant attitude, does she really think that having two kids will make her successful overnight? Let her live in the Amethyst Palace? She doesn't deserve it."

"That's right. I think the little princess of the Qilin clan and the holy maiden of the Bai Ze clan are much more qualified than her, it's a pity that the young lord doesn't like her."

Su Xiyue heard all these comments clearly, but remained unfazed, as if it were none of her business.

However, upon hearing the names of the Qilin Clan's little princess and the Bai Ze Clan's holy maiden, her eyes flickered slightly.

Xuanyuan Ming heard every single word.

His aura instantly turned icy cold, and his dark golden eyes swept over the direction of the whispering crowd, filled with undisguised killing intent, silencing the murmurs instantly.

Several dragons who were nearby turned pale and quickly retreated behind the coiled dragon pillar.

Xuan Yuanhao naturally heard it too, and his expression became even more unpleasant.

As expected of an elder who had served several generations of clan leaders, Old Steward Chen Yan quickly stepped forward with a smile to smooth things over when he saw the atmosphere had turned icy: "Oh dear, young lord is just lively and active, that's a good thing. The dragon bloodline is strong and full of vitality. Clan leader, look, young lord Xiao's water control technique is so precise so soon after birth, he is truly gifted."

He skillfully changed the subject, giving Xuan Yuanhao a way out.

He then turned to Su Xiyue, his smile becoming even more respectful, "Young Master's wife must be tired from her journey. The Amethyst Palace has been prepared as instructed by the clan leader, and all the necessities are of the highest standard befitting the Young Master's principal wife. Would you like to move to the Amethyst Palace to rest for a while, or..."

He paused deliberately and looked at Xuan Yuanhao.

Xuan Yuanhao snorted, flicked his sleeves and turned around, "Let's go to the Purple Crystal Palace to settle in first. The ancestral worship ceremony will be held in three days."

Su Xiyue watched the old Dragon King's retreating figure and patted the little green dragon that had climbed onto her shoulder: "Well done, Xiao'er."

Xuan Yuanming's lips twitched. Yue'er was indeed deliberately trying to anger her father.

He looked at her helplessly: "Yue'er, Father..."

"I know, I'm giving you face."

She answered casually, her gaze sweeping over the dragons peering out in the distance, then suddenly raised her voice, "Ming, your dragon pillars are really interesting, they can even grow their own ears."

A series of loud, groaning sounds suddenly rang out from behind the dragon pillar.

"Ouch, Xuanyuan Cang, you stepped on my foot!"

"Who told you to get so close to me? I don't have eyes in the back of my head."

"Xuanyuan Lan, you fatso, why are you squeezing in?"

"Bullshit, it's clearly because you're too short, but you still insist on joining in the fun."

Several heads tumbled out from behind a pillar carved with ferocious dragon heads, covered in dust and dirt. These were the young dragon clan members who had been discussing the matter most loudly.

Su Xiyue smiled and took Xuan Yuanming's arm, looking somewhat languid: "Let's go see what the Purple Crystal Palace is like."

Xuan Yuanming's eyes were full of affection, and a smile flashed deep in his dark golden eyes.

He knew that Yue'er was not one to suffer losses.

Butler Shen Yan glanced at Su Xiyue silently, thinking to himself that this young mistress of the lord was quite interesting.

Although she was a female from the lower realm, her demeanor, knowledge, and skills were in no way inferior to those noblewomen from the great clans of the upper realm.

They are even more poised and bold.

There's no indication that he comes from the lower, desolate lands; no wonder he was chosen by the Beast God as an envoy.

The spiritual energy emanating from her body is something that ordinary females cannot possess.

He then hurriedly led the way, saying, "Young Madam, this way please. The Amethyst Palace has a hot spring pool, and this old servant has also prepared some spiritual fruits."

After turning through the winding corridor, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before me.

The entire palace was carved entirely from top-grade purple beast crystals, shimmering with a dreamlike halo under the sunlight.

The interior of the palace was even more luxurious. Curtains made of millennia-old silk hung down like clouds and mist, the floor was covered with soft white carpets, and the jade couch carved from millennia-old warm jade was warm and shiny. A fist-sized luminous pearl was embedded in the dome, making the palace as bright as day yet incredibly soft.

The coral trees and jade carvings casually placed in the corners all exude the spiritual energy accumulated over time and the unique grandeur of the dragon race.

Several golden osmanthus trees were planted in front of the hall, emitting a delicate fragrance. Even Su Xiyue, who was well-traveled and knowledgeable, was taken aback by this grand gesture.

This dragon clan is truly wealthy and powerful.

No wonder those dragon clansmen looked down on her, a female from a lower realm, with their eyes on the top of their heads.

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She smiled and looked around as she walked, "Not bad, barely habitable."

Xuan Yuanming's lips twitched. If his father heard what Yue'er said, he would probably be furious again.

He coughed lightly, "As long as Yue'er likes it."

He then added, "If there's anything you don't like, just tell Shen Yan and let him rearrange it."

Su Xiyue nodded, her gaze sweeping around the hall before finally settling on the few golden osmanthus trees: "These flowers are quite nice, I like them."

Xuan Yuanming's eyes flashed: "If Yue'er likes it, I'll have golden osmanthus trees planted all over the courtyard."

She smiled and shook her head: "No need, a few plants are enough to enjoy."

If the yard is completely filled with plants, it loses its charm.

Taking the opportunity, Shen Yan stepped forward and said with a smile, "These were all specially ordered by the clan leader and arranged according to the standards for the young lord's principal wife."

He secretly observed Su Xiyue's reaction.

Su Xiyue put Xiao'er and Yao'er, who were squirming in her arms, on the ground and let them play by themselves.

The two little ones looked left and right, sometimes sneaking over here, sometimes climbing over there, their expressions full of curiosity.

"The royal concubine?"

Listening to the steward Shen Yan's words, she looked at Xuan Yuanming with a half-smile, "Ming, isn't the threshold for your dragon clan's principal wife a bit too low? Aren't you afraid that my existence as a female from the lower realm will defile your dragon clan's feng shui treasure land?"

Xuan Yuanming's eyes darkened, and he pulled her closer, his tone domineering: "My partner is the only young lord's wife of the Dragon Clan. This Amethyst Palace is only fit for you. Anyone who dares to question it, I'll rip out their tongue."

Shen Yan's face stiffened, and he quickly lowered his head.

Shaojun's protectiveness towards his own has remained unchanged for over a decade, perhaps even more so.

Su Xiyue smiled and didn't dwell on it anymore. Her gaze fell on several huge wicker boxes in the corner, exuding the fragrance of grass and trees: "What are those?"

Shen Yan immediately stepped forward and opened the boxes one by one, revealing them to be filled with toys and clothes for the cubs.

There are plush animals of various shapes, bell balls made of strung gemstones, and other toys.

The other box next to it was full of children's clothes, both inner and outer garments, the workmanship and materials of which far surpassed what could be seen in the lower realms.

"This was ordered by the clan chief to be made for the two young lords."

Shen Yan carefully presented a small blue robe embroidered with dark gold dragon patterns. The stitches were fine and the dragon patterns were lifelike, clearly showing that a lot of effort had been put into it.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch it. It was cool and silky to the touch, with an excellent feel, and she couldn't tell what material it was.

She had never seen it before, but she could tell it was very valuable.

This old dragon is really willing to spend money on his grandson.

The old steward, Chen Yan, observing the situation, immediately put on a smile, "The clan leader specifically instructed that the finest clothes and jewelry be prepared for the young lord's wife, all according to the regulations for the young lord's principal wife of the Dragon Clan."

"No need."

She casually closed the box lid, turned and walked to the window, saying, "I'm used to wearing clothes I knit myself."

Shen Yan choked and looked to Xuan Yuanming for help.

Xuanyuan Ming waved his hand, signaling him to step back, then walked behind Su Xiyue and wrapped his arms around her waist: "Father rarely shows kindness, Yue'er, why bother?"

"court?"

She sneered coldly, poking the man's muscular chest with her finger. "Your father is only doing this because of the two dragon cubs. If I hadn't given birth to Xiao'er and Yao'er, I wouldn't even be able to enter the Dragon Clan today, let alone live in the Amethyst Palace."

Xuan Yuanming grabbed her misbehaving hand, his eyes darkening: "With me here, who dares to stop you?"

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

"Young Master."

A female slave rushed in in a panic and loudly reported, "Princess Qingwu of the Qilin Clan has brought people to the Dragon Clan, saying that they want to visit the Beast God's envoy from the lower realm."

Su Xiyue raised an eyebrow. Qingwu, the little princess of the Qilin clan?
Who is this?

Suddenly, the dragon clan members began to discuss the matter, saying that the little princess of the Qilin clan and the holy maiden of the Bai Ze clan were more qualified to live in the Purple Crystal Palace.

What's there to not understand? This guy's just looking for trouble.
Her eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Xuan Yuanming. "Who is this Qingwu? He seems to be quite well-informed."

Xuan Yuanming's face instantly turned ugly. He patted her hand reassuringly and said coldly to the female slave, "Tell her that the young mistress is tired from her journey and needs to rest. She is not available to receive guests."

"Yes, young lord."

The female slave glanced at Su Xiyue secretly, then respectfully accepted the order and withdrew.