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Chapter 254 An'an Gives Birth to a Mermaid Baby 2
The pink glow of the Pregnant Coral has been shining for seven consecutive nights.

Su An'an and Lan Cangming's fishtails remained intertwined, but no good news came.

"Why is this happening?"

Lan Cangming stared at the crystal ball floating in front of him, his blue fishtail irritably slapping the pearl floor of the bedchamber.

"stop looking."

Su An'an snatched the crystal ball and turned off the glaring "Not pregnant" sign.

Seeing Lan Cangming's grim expression, she gently wrapped her pink tail around his tail fin: "What's the rush? We have plenty of time."

“You got pregnant the day after you were with the big cat, and the goose and the fox didn’t last more than two days either.”

Lan Cangming lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the turbulent undercurrents within them, his tail fin swaying uneasily in the water:
"Could it be that my bloodline is too weak?"

This usually proud and confident mermaid king was now trembling slightly even on the scales of his tail fin, clearly terrified of his potential failure.

Su An'an cupped his face and gently kissed his tense brow bone: "Who said your bloodline is weak? Maybe the baby takes after you and is naturally a slowpoke."

"Seven days have passed. Even if it's slow, there should be some movement by now." Lan Cangming frowned even more, grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms. "Let's go see the priest."

"Didn't the priest already 'finish work'?" Su An'an raised an eyebrow. The giant sea turtle priest had long since died of old age during the last incident of pollution in the sea area where the eggs were laid.

"The new priestess has taken office; she is a thousand-year-old female clam spirit."

Lan Cangming embraced her and swam into the deep sea, his tail fin cutting through the water. "She's no ordinary clam spirit."

"It is said that there are thousand-year-old pearls on the shell, which can see through the flow of blood."

He paused and added:

"It's just that it's incredibly lazy, and it has been sleeping in a clam shell for more than nine hundred of the past thousand years."

"They only lazily open their shells to save the day when the clan faces a catastrophic crisis."

Su An'an asked with curiosity, "Was this also forced out of the room?"

"After the sea witch died, the sea was turbulent. The elders rang the seashell bell for three days and three nights before they woke her from the deep sea sand."

Lan Cangming held her hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, his tone filled with expectation, "She can live for a thousand years, she's already become a spirit, she'll definitely be able to see the problem."

"Sounds like a big shot who keeps his abilities hidden."

Su An'an laughed and poked his cheek with her fingertip, "Maybe as soon as the old clam spirit speaks, our cub will start to move?"

Deep in the sandy seabed, a giant clam shell, half-buried among coral reefs, stands silently.

The shell was covered with layers of seaweed, with only a few large white pearls at the top gleaming with a warm glow in the dark seawater.

"Priest, priest!"

Lan Cangming swam to the clam shell, raised his hand and gently tapped the shell, producing a dull thud.

The clam shell remained motionless, only the pearl shimmered faintly, as if it were dozing off.

Lan Cangming looked at Su An'an helplessly: "She wakes up slowly, we'll have to wait a while longer."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the clam shell suddenly made a soft cracking sound, accompanied by an old and lazy yawn: "Which bastard disturbed my sleep?"

The clam shell opened, revealing the old clam spirit sitting inside.

She was petite, wrapped in a shawl made of pink pearls, and squinted as she looked the visitor up and down: "The Mermaid King? A rare guest indeed."

She turned her gaze to Su An'an: "Is this the divine female who has you so captivated?"

"An'an greets Your Highness."

Just as Su An'an was about to bow, the old clam spirit's eyes suddenly lit up, and it abruptly floated out of its shell.

She circled Su An'an three times, her nose twitching incessantly, finally stopping in front of Su An'an's lower abdomen, her eyes wide open:

"Such a strong sense of life! Hmm? Why hasn't the baby taken root yet?"

"We came here today to ask this question."

Su An'an secretly clicked her tongue in amazement. As expected of an old clam spirit who had lived for thousands of years, she saw through the crux of the problem at a glance.

The old clam spirit glanced sideways at Lan Cangming, then suddenly changed the subject:
"Your Majesty, what level have you reached in your Mermaid Love Manual?"

Lan Cangming frowned and replied uncertainly, "Shouldn't you have reached the final level by now?"

"I'll take a look."

The old clam spirit clapped its hands, and the large white pearl on the top of the clam shell immediately shone with a soft light. When it swept over the two of them, it suddenly made a piercing "pop pop pop" sound.

"What does this mean?" Lan Cangming's fish tail froze instantly, and his ear fins trembled slightly. Could it be that there was really a problem with his bloodline?

"The manual isn't finished yet."

The old clam spirit unfolded an ancient book inlaid with coral, and on the title page was a striking image of intertwined fish tails:
"The union of body and soul is only the foundation; a mutual understanding between hearts is even more essential..."

"An'an and I are truly in love, and there's absolutely no problem with our feelings!" Lan Cangming abruptly interrupted her, his face flushed red and his ear fins flared, as if a sore spot had been touched.

Seeing the old clam spirit's face darken, Su An'an quickly patted Lan Cangming's arm and turned to ask softly:

"Your Excellency, Cangming and I have shared life and death, and I believe we are of one mind. I wonder where I have fallen short?"

Seeing her sincere attitude, the old clam spirit's expression softened.

He pulled a fist-sized golden pearl from his shawl. Inside, a heart seemed to be gently beating, with ripples spreading outwards. "This is the Heart-Questioning Pearl. Complete the Three Questions of True Love, and you'll know whether you're truly connected."

She raised an eyebrow at the two of them, "Dare to give it a try?"

"What is there to be afraid of?" Lan Cangming immediately raised his chin, his eyes resolute. "Ask away!"

Su An'an nodded gently.

"First question!"

The golden pearl spoke in an adorable voice: "If your partner turned into a fathead fish, would you still love them?"

Lan Cangming: "..."

"Love!" Su An'an poked his side. "Answer quickly!"

"Love," the Mermaid King squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"Second question! Would you be willing to learn the seaweed dance for your partner?"

A golden pearl emitted a light screen, revealing a bizarre and grotesque scene of seaweed dancing inside.

Lan Cangming's face darkened, and he turned to leave.

"What are you afraid of? I'll study with you."

Su An'an grabbed Lan Cangming's tail fin.

Her pink tail swayed comically, and she waved her hands wildly above her head, completely unconcerned about her image.

Lan Cangming's ear fins were blood red. He squeezed his eyes shut and stiffly followed Su An'an as she jumped up.

"Cheer up." Su An'an pulled his hand and swayed it with him, feeling the warmth of his palm through her fingertips.

Looking at her comical yet radiant appearance, Lan Cangming felt his sense of shame lessen considerably.

He actually started swaying along with her, a smile unconsciously spreading across his lips.

"The third question." The golden pearl's voice suddenly deepened:

“Speak out your darkest thoughts.”

Su An'an thought about it carefully and shook her head: "I don't have any dark thoughts."

Lan Cangming froze on the spot, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his tail fin taut.

"what happened?"

Su An'an swam over worriedly: "It's okay, go ahead and say it! I can endure even the darkest nights."

Lan Cangming suddenly pulled Su An'an into his arms, his arms tightening as if he wanted to melt her into his bones: "I'm jealous of them."

Su An'an was stunned.

"I'm jealous of how good you are to them, jealous that they got you pregnant so easily." Lan Cangming's voice was filled with painful conflict: "Am I ugly? Such thoughts..."

"how come?"

Su An'an gently patted his trembling back: "You're jealous of them, but they're jealous of you too. After all, I love you wholeheartedly now, and you're the only one in my eyes and heart."

She tiptoed and kissed the corner of his lips. "Isn't this unique favoritism enough?"

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　　(End of this chapter)