The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 462: Changing Climate Royal Guests
After finishing their meal, the group drove to the Xiao Family Ancestral Hall.

Zhou Qin had people prepare the carriages. There were three carriages in total, one for his master, one for the little prince of the ghost clan, and one for the other two men.

But Lu Qing was afraid that they would do something bad, and was worried about Miao Yuan being alone in the carriage, so he squeezed into the same carriage with her. Chang Sun Xiyu naturally would not miss this opportunity, and he also got in.

Zhou Qin: “…”

Zhou Heng: “…”

Well, Zhou Qin bought a super luxurious, spacious and magnificent carriage for the three of them, which made Kui Yin extremely envious.

Unlike now, he was the only one sitting in this shabby carriage, while the Zhou brothers were sitting in another shabby carriage.

They had originally planned to go there by horseback, but since the carriage was ready, they would have taken it. It wasn't shabby, but it wasn't as spacious and bright as the carriage that Changsun Xiyu and the other three had taken.

There are tables, chairs, sedan chairs, stools, stove, charcoal, fruits and pastries all available.

In the carriage

Zhou Heng lay down, picked up a bunch of grapes and put them to his mouth to eat, "Brother, what do you think Master means by this? Is he planning to escort the little prince all the way to the Xiao Family Ancestral Hall?"

Zhou Qin sat on the side seat. He lowered his head and made himself a cup of Baihao Yinzhen tea. He shook his head gently and said, "I don't know."

When the Master does something, he never lets his disciples and grandchildren guess what it is.

"Then when I return to the mountain, can I talk to Master about these things?"

"No." Zhou Qin's eyes darkened, and he looked at him with an extremely oppressive gaze. The master couldn't keep secrets, and anything that came into her mouth would be exaggerated and made up.

Besides, the affairs of the five major tribes are extremely mysterious. How could they, the small human race, discuss them?

Zhou Heng curled his lips, dropped the bunch of purple grapes in his hand, gathered his outer robe, and sat up. "No wonder the master didn't allow me to go down the mountain this time."

It turns out that he is afraid that the master cannot keep the secret, so he talks nonsense.

All right, all right. He didn't dare to say anything. After all, even the master was afraid of him, so how could he dare to gossip about him?

Zhou Qin retracted his gaze and said nothing. He lowered his head, picked up the teacup and began to drink, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Master takes such good care of the little princess of the ghost clan and even looks for her as if she were an old friend. Is it because he respects the five major clans, or is there some other ulterior motive?

On the next carriage

The three of them sat in a circle, separated by a long black table of medium size.

The table was filled with all kinds of fruits, cakes and tea. The fragrant hot tea was still steaming and splashing on the faces of several people.

Under the table, there was a blazing charcoal fire for heating. The snow outside was gradually melting, and the peace of the past was slowly returning. However, the severe cold weather and the cold wind blowing in through the window made people unconsciously close their legs and clench their fists.

Miao Yuan held the hot tea in front of her and covered her hands. As expected, few people could stand the weather of the human race. Although she had the power of the heart to protect her body, she still felt the cold wind blowing on her body, making her feel chilly.

Changsun Xiyu bent down, grabbed some more charcoal with a pottery tongs and put it into the fire, making the stove burn more vigorously and warmer.

Then he took off his cloak and handed it to Miao Yuan opposite him.

"The climate of the human race is changeable, so your Highness should pay attention to keeping warm."

"Hmm?" Miao Yuan looked up at him blankly, holding the tea in her hand. She saw Changsun Xiyu holding the black cloak in his hand with gentle eyebrows and looking at her. His pair of warm and emotionless eyes seemed to have some strange and vivid colors at this moment, making people unable to look away.

But Miaoyuan didn't want to trouble him like this.

She smiled and waved her hand to refuse, "No need, it's warm in this car, thank you."

"Really?" Changsun Xiyu smiled bitterly and took his hand back. He knew that she was not really warm, but just didn't want his clothes.

Seeing him retract his hand, Lu Qing quickly stood up and snatched it away, "Give it to me, I'm cold."

Changsun Xiyu turned his head and looked at him, his face full of anger, holding the black cloak tightly in his hand, "Are you still cold wearing so many clothes?"

Wearing a white mink coat, wrapped up like a dumpling, and still feeling cold? I don't know if it's true or not. Lu Qingze grabbed his clothes and stared at him tightly without letting go. Lu Qing raised his handsome chin and looked at him and said, "The climate of the human race is changeable, so I am naturally cold."

Changsun Xiyu: “!”

Miaoyuan: "..."

She put down the teacup in her hand and kicked him under the table, "Uncle!"

Miao Yuan tilted her head and looked at him with some dissatisfaction. This was the territory of the human race, so they should not be too presumptuous. Moreover, this person was of high status, with two great princes as his disciples, and he was the son of the Changsun Emperor more than 2,000 years ago. He was also a prince himself, so they had to respect him.

Seeing her like this, Lu Qing snorted coldly and let go of her hand.

"Forget it, I'm not cold anymore."

Did he really think he was some kind of master? Humph, in their ghost clan, he was nothing, and he dared to covet their little prince.

Changsun Xiyu frowned, threw his cloak aside, and never wore it again. It seemed that even if he wanted to respect this person, he would not take him seriously.

Miao Yuan looked at this and then that, feeling completely overwhelmed.

She hoped to finish paying homage to the Xiao father and son as soon as possible and return to the ghost clan as soon as possible. She didn't want to create any more trouble.

The few of them walked in silence all the way until they arrived at the gate of the Xiao family's old house.

Zhou Heng stepped down from the first carriage. Immediately, soldiers ran over from the door of the old house and bowed to him.

"Prince Luo Cheng, what do you want me to do?"

"Those sitting in the back are my royal guests. Open the door and let them in to pay their respects."

The soldier bowed and saluted, "Yes, Master."

"Open the door and let the guests in--!!"

The soldiers responded in unison, "Yes."

Miao Yuan turned around, lifted the curtain in front of the window pane behind her, and looked at the outside world through the window pane.

All the people retreated a hundred meters away, surrounded by soldiers, not letting them get close to the carriages. The spacious and luxurious carriages they were riding in entered the Xiao family's old house effortlessly, and they got off the carriages surrounded by all the soldiers.

This can be considered a kind of class distinction. She had known this for a long time, but now that she saw it with her own eyes, she still felt emotional.

Miao Yuan lifted the curtain of the carriage, stood on it, looked at the soldiers below, and the emotions in her eyes restrained.

Lu Qing jumped off the carriage first, then turned around and reached out to help her, "Hurry up, I'll pick you up."

Just as Miao Yuan was about to put her hand on it, a big hand suddenly appeared on her slender waist.

"Shall I pick you up?" The man spoke right behind him, his voice so close that even the sound of his breathing seemed intimate.

Miao Yuan was disgusted and immediately dodged his hand on her waist, grabbed her uncle's arm and jumped down easily. She turned her back to him and said indifferently, "No need!"

She doesn't like strangers getting close to her, especially around such a sensitive area like her waist.

When Lu Qing picked up Miao Yuan, he also saw Chang Sun Xiyu holding Miao Yuan's waist. In an instant, Lu Qing looked at Chang Sun Xiyu with a look that seemed to kill him.

"Please respect yourself!"

He wouldn't mind killing anyone who dared to blaspheme the little prince.

Changsun Xiyu withdrew his hand, with a look of apology and guilt on his face, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

He just couldn't control his hands for a moment and wanted to protect her and go down with her.

Miao Yuan didn't even look at him, and followed Lu Qingbian into the Xiao family ancestral hall. She really, really wanted to go home now.