An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

"Never mind, I'm tired today, I'll go to sleep first. Is the palace ready?" Zehita waved his hand and said.

"Do I need to prepare anything if I sleep with you?"

"Who wants to sleep with you, Daenerys! Cover my bed with jewels and wait!" Zehita shouted angrily.

...

Inside the steamy bathroom.

Zehita soaked in the warm water of the bathtub, her long, silvery-white hair flowing across the surface of the water and around the tub.

"Tsk, human baths are so small, not even as big as the washbasin in my palace," she complained.

However, this fragrant liquid that produces lots of bubbles is quite interesting, and it feels slippery when applied to the skin.

She casually leaned against the edge of the bathtub, crossed her long, slender, white legs, and looked up at the ceiling.

At this moment, I couldn't help but think of the kiss I had just talked about with Ya Feng.

I have a feeling that I might have been scammed.

Does this behavior have some deeper meaning for humans?

What was the source of my restless and uneasy feeling at that time?

Ugh, so annoying.

She shook her head vigorously.

That despicable human! How could I have fallen into his hands? The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

She raised her foam-covered right hand, focused her mind, and her slender, snow-white forearm instantly transformed into a thick, sharp dragon claw.

But it wasn't all for naught; at least now I'm certain that I can turn back.

But you have to stay with this human.

Well, let's just say I've been inspecting the human world for a year. In the past ten years or so, the changes outside Dragon Valley have been enormous. As the Dragon King, I should also take the time to investigate and learn from them.

After soaking in the water, she went to the shower to rinse herself off, her body still covered in bubbles.

This is something strange that I noticed in the corner of the bathroom.

It was a peg used to unclog the bathtub drain, but Zeshita naturally couldn't tell what it was for. She picked it up and examined it from top to bottom, and then, seeing the semi-circular top, she suddenly understood.

Then she put it on her head, raised her chin, put her hands on her hips, and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Yes, as expected, this must be a hat that humans wear on their heads when taking a bath to prevent bumps and knocks. I recognized it at a glance," Zeshita said proudly.

It was really ugly, but she still took it off and tossed it aside.

[Limited-time return]

...

After changing into the pajamas she had bought at the store, Zeshita, her hair still wet and her body warm and fragrant with shower gel, went upstairs.

Ya Feng had already decorated her room, including various household items, bedding, and two large bookshelves that he had moved from his study, which were already filled with comics and novels.

"That's about it. If anything's missing, I'll get it for you on the street later." Ya Feng clapped his hands and pointed to the bookshelf:

"The comics and novels you wanted, as well as the complete set of the comic you just looked at, are all here."

“Hmm,” Zehita hummed softly.

"Then I'll be going now, so as not to disturb Lady Zeshita's rest any longer," Ya Feng said, waving his hand.

As he reached the door, Zehita called out to him.

"Hey... Ya Feng."

"Hmm?" Ya Feng turned his head to look at the silver dragon.

Zeshita opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

"Thank you for your hard work," she said finally.

Ya Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "We're all family now, let's not talk about this."

“You…who’s family with you…” Zeshita said through gritted teeth, but her attitude was no longer as explosive as before.

"Good night." Ya Feng smiled at her.

After closing the door, Zeshita Ichiryu sat down in the room.

This place is naturally not comparable to her palace, but it is still warm and exquisite for humans. She saw a pot of white pine needles on the windowsill, with a faint fragrance.

"How did this guy... know that I like Feng Jizi?" Zeshita frowned slightly.

This lantern flower, native to the West Heru Mountains, is both beautiful and resilient, and can adapt to the environment of Dragon Valley. Zeshita has loved it since she was a child. She even planted it all over the hillside behind her palace and slept on it. When the wind blew, the whole mountain was covered with little lanterns.

She gently touched the round, snow-white flower and watched it sway gently. Zeshita smiled, feeling a sense of familiarity with it.

Turning to the bookshelf, she looked at the dazzling array of comics and novels and was at a loss for what to read.

Well, I'm too tired to go to sleep today.

Zehita lay on the soft bed, which, while not as luxurious as her jewel-filled lair, was still quite comfortable.

Looking at the ceiling, it slowly closed its eyes, rolled over, hugged its tail, and drifted off to sleep...

...

Zehita opened her eyes and saw the shattered, blood-red sky.

This is the sacrificial altar in Dragon Valley. The sky appears to be stained with blood, displaying an eerie dark red hue.

She was surrounded by dead dragons lying on the ground. She recognized them as her Dragon King's personal guards, but they were all severely wounded and dead.

She transformed back into a dragon, but her body was so heavy she couldn't lift it at all. Her magic seemed to have frozen and couldn't respond to her. She was covered in wounds, and a large patch of her left arm was a bloody mess, with clusters of scales bursting open in a bloody mess.

On the mountain peak ahead, several giant dragons stood, releasing intense killing intent towards her, as if they were poised to pounce and tear her apart at any moment.

"This was...they did it..."

She frowned, trying to make out the dragons' shapes, but could only make out blurry outlines.

The reason these rebellious dragons haven't yet delivered their final blow to her is because a figure stands among them.

It was a human figure with long black hair, wearing armor, holding a long sword, with his back to her, facing those rebellious dragons.

He was also seriously injured, his armor covered in blood, but he still stood in front of her without hesitation. Compared to those behemoths, he was so small, yet he was like a high wall blocking her way.

She heard him growl hoarsely at her:

"Zechita... Let's go!"

Zeshita looked at the retreating figure and suddenly recognized who it was...

"Ya Feng?"

...

Yinlong woke up in bed. It was bright outside the window, and sunlight streamed through the window, casting patches of light on the snow-white wall.

Chapter 43 Wife and Daughter

"Ya Feng, how many times have I told you not to leave your dirty clothes on the sofa? I always have to clean them up for you!"

"Okay, Mom, I'll be more careful next time."

"It's always 'next time'..."

Ilsa shook her head, picked up her wand and tapped it. The freshly washed clothes automatically hung on the clothes rack in the yard.

More than a month has passed since she started at school, and her magical skills have improved significantly. She can now use magic to do housework, which has greatly increased her efficiency.

After hanging up the clothes and toasting the bread slices, she started frying eggs and ham slices.

"Speaking of which... does Zeshita eat the same food as us? As a dragon, her tastes won't be any different, will they?" Ilsa asked.

"Don't worry, it's all the same," Ya Feng said, looking at today's newspaper.

Ilsa then made an extra one, according to their usual standard.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Zehita, her hair disheveled, rubbed her eyes as she came down.

"Good morning, little silver dragon," Ya Feng said to her.

"Um..."

Having just experienced a bizarre dream, Zehita's mind was still in a mess, and she didn't notice the problem with how he addressed her.

"Zechita, our family's breakfast is fried eggs, ham, bread, and milk. Do you like it?" Ilsa asked somewhat nervously.

“It doesn’t matter.” Zehita sat down at the dining table.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?" Ya Feng put down the newspaper and noticed her expression.

"It's all because of you..." Zeshita muttered to herself.

Even now, she doesn't understand why she would have such a dream, and why, even though it's a dream, it feels so real, as if she had experienced it somewhere before.

Ya Feng, who protects her, and the rebellious dragons...

Unfortunately, it was impossible to identify which dragons those were.

Let's go back to Dragon Valley after some time to check on things and make sure everything is in order.

Breakfast was served, and the family began to eat it in harmony.

Zehita was still not very good at using cutlery; she simply used her hands to hold the fork and pick up the fried egg and sausage to bite directly.

However, what reassured Ilsa was that she seemed to like it quite a bit.

At this moment, Zeshita looked at the sour tea sauce in the small dish in front of Ilsa. She twitched her nose and smelled a slightly different aroma.

“What’s that?” Zeshita asked, pointing to the sour tea sauce.

“This? This is called sour tea sauce, and I personally prefer it,” Ilsa said.

Give me some.

“But, I’m afraid you won’t like Zeshita too much,” Ilsa said.

"Stop talking nonsense, have some." Zehita pushed her plate over.

"Ok."

Ilsa used a spoon to scoop a spoonful of sour tea sauce onto Zeshita's plate.

Silver Dragon spread some on the toast and took a bite.

"Hmm, it's alright," she said, chewing.

"Really? You like Zeshita too!" Ilsa was pleasantly surprised.

She thought that very few people would like this unique flavor, but she never expected that the Dragon King would like it too.

“Then, I’ll go get you some more.” Ilsa ran over excitedly, brought the jar of sauce and shared some with Zeshita, all the while enthusiastically explaining the unique way this sauce was made.

Just a bottle of sauce brought the two of them much closer.

Ya Feng sat to one side, munching on his bread and watching the two girls interact, a sense of satisfaction rising in his heart.

This is probably the ideal family life: a beautiful and powerful white-haired dragon wife, and a gentle, virtuous, and capable white-haired mother—truly a blissful and fulfilling life.

Although Ilsa and Zehita are of different races and have different appearances, they both have white hair and do have a bit of a mother-daughter feel to them.

very nice.

...

"Then we're heading out. Lunch is in the fridge; just heat it up in a pan and it'll be ready to eat. I've already taught you how to turn on the stove,"

As they were leaving, Ya Feng said to Zeshita.

"Alright, enough with the nagging. I understand." Zeshita nestled into the sofa, already engrossed in reading a comic book.

There's nothing more to tell him; just don't let the dragon tear down his house as soon as he comes back.

Anran took Ilsa out to school.

Seeing that they had all left, Zehita put down his comics, got up, and walked toward his study.