The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 514: I can't go back to my petite appearance
A brilliant light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the gate to the underworld was kicked open forcefully.

Mao Ming was standing behind the gate of the underworld. The moment the gate was kicked open, he knelt down swiftly. Behind him, a crowd of ghost servants and ghost generals knelt down.

Bai Chang and Meng Hui led the way in paying respects, "Your subordinates, the ghost officials Bai Chang and Meng Hui, pay their respects to His Majesty the King of Hell—"

"Your subordinates/ghost servants pay homage to His Majesty the King of Hell."

Everyone bowed their heads respectfully and saluted, and the ghost servants and generals knelt and kowtowed, prostrating themselves as their subjects, not daring to act rashly.

Who doesn't know why His Majesty the King of Hell hurried back now? I'm afraid that within an incense stick of time, everyone in the ghost clan hell will be in danger.

"Get out of here, all of you, get out of here, you bunch of rubbish."

Yan Yi strode into the ghost clan's underworld. His superb face was extremely cold and he exuded a murderous aura from the inside out, as if he wanted to kill the entire underworld and bury him with him.

Everyone retreated, not daring to offend His Highness at this critical moment.

Meng Hui trotted after him and walked towards the main hall together. "Don't worry, Your Highness. The little princess is now in the elders' courtyard. Elder Yu Yu will definitely save her."

Yan Yi paused, and his powerful and oppressive eyes swept down at her, his whole body cold, "If I can't save her, will you be buried with her?"

Meng Hui's pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly reacted. She lowered her head and knelt down, "If the young prince cannot be saved, I am willing to be buried with him."

"Heh," Yan Yi sneered and strode away.

Hei Chang behind her glanced at her coldly, then followed the steps of His Majesty the King of Hell and left together.

Bai Chang walked over with weak legs and feet, "Meng Hui..."

Meng Hui knelt on the ground, with inexplicable sadness and pain in her eyes. On the one hand, she was sad about the health of the little prince, and on the other hand, she was upset that she had not discovered Su Qin's wolfish ambition earlier, which gave Su Qin the opportunity to hurt the little prince.

She really...deserves to die.

Not only was she unable to refute the questions posed by His Majesty the King of Hell, she also had no choice but to answer them.

Yan Yi stepped into the Elders' Council, and without saying a word, he rushed into the main hall of the Elders' Council and shouted, "Where is Xun An?"

Xun An came out tremblingly from the corner, knelt down and saluted, "Old servant Xun An, pays homage to His Majesty the King of Hell."

"Where is Yuan'er?!" Yan Yi asked angrily. He had just been out for a while, and in less than a night, his daughter, Yan Yi's biological daughter, was killed in the ghost hell under his jurisdiction.

Who would believe this if I told them? And who would dare to believe it?
He is the King of Hell, who has been a powerful figure for many years, but he did not expect that he would fall into the hands of his own people. He also raised a bunch of wicked people in the ghost clan, and now they even dare to kill their master. It is really ridiculous.

Xun An knelt on the ground, his body shaking with fear, "Your Highness... Your Highness, please calm down. The little prince is now recuperating in the side hall of the Elders' Court. Elder Yu also gathered the power of the elders to rescue the little prince."

"However, the elders' cultivation has been severely depleted, so they have been practicing in seclusion, and have instructed the old servants to take special care of the young prince."

"I have just fed the young prince some medicine. Don't worry, Your Highness."

Yan Yi felt relieved. As long as Yuan'er was fine, everything would be fine. If Yuan'er died, he would let everyone be buried with her.

"Take me to see her." Yan Yi's tone softened a bit, but still a little cold.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Xun An slowly stood up, his legs still trembling. He knew that it was fortunate that the little prince was alive now, otherwise he and everyone in the front hall would probably be killed by the order of His Majesty the King of Hell. Of course, even if His Majesty did not kill him, if the little prince died, he would not be able to escape the blame, and he was willing to die.

I still remember that day, Suqin and the little prince flew out of the ancestral hall together, their lives unknown, and Lu Qing Yaojun was trapped in the formation by the ghost soldiers. Xun An wanted to save him but was powerless. Cao Fu went to see Lady Meng Hui again and asked her to come and save him. In the end, Xun An was the only one left in the ancestral hall, panicking and not knowing what to do.

Later, Xun An remembered that there was a secret passage in the ancestral hall of the Soul-Devouring Cave that led directly to the Council of Elders, so he took advantage of everyone's unpreparedness and sneaked into the secret passage, intending to go to the Council of Elders for help.

But Great Elder Yan Yin seemed to have already calculated that the little prince would be in such a disaster. Without saying anything, he took Xun An to the side hall and told him to stay there and wait there. There would be others to rescue the little prince, so he didn't need to worry.

Xun An didn't know who was going to save the little prince, nor did he know why Great Elder Yan Yin asked him to wait in the side hall.

But it was not until Little Princess Miao Yuan was sent to the side hall with a dark face and no pulse that he vaguely guessed something.

as predicted……

The little prince was dead. She couldn't detect any breath, not even the breath from her nose.

Xun An was so scared that he almost fainted. It was only after the elders came to support him and fed him a protective ghost grass that he came to his senses. Later, the elders drove Xun An out and did not allow him to stay in the inner hall to disturb the elders' spellcasting. Helplessly, Xun An knelt outside the hall and prayed, praying for all the ancestors to bless him, so that the little prince could safely survive this disaster and be reborn.

Afterwards, Xun An was busy making soup and boiling medicine, and it was not until four quarters past nine today that he was able to see the little prince again.

The door of the side hall was pushed open, and Xun An carefully bent over to make way.

"Your Highness, please come in—"

Yan Yi walked in eagerly and headed straight to the inner room of the side hall, looking for Miao Yuan. "Yuan'er, Yuan'er, where are you..."

Xun An followed him in, and the palace door behind him was gently closed by the power of magic, without any sound.

After entering the inner chamber
Yan Yi saw at a glance the little person lying on the bed, with his tiny hands, tiny arms, tiny legs, and that pitiful little face and weak little body.

Everything seemed like yesterday, as if everything that had happened in the past 20,000 years had returned to normal at this moment.

Yan Yi walked over distressed, his whole body froze. He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that the usually lively and lovely little girl was now lying on the bed without a trace of life, still in such a petite appearance.

"Yuan...Yuan'er..." Yan Yi walked to her bedside, not daring to speak too loudly for fear of disturbing her rest.

How could this be? How could this happen?

How did her body become like this?
He had cared for this person carefully for more than 200,000 years. He had spent most of his life searching for the Blood Spirit Pearl Flower and had expended all his energy and time to raise her to be so beautiful and delicate. Now, how could he go back to the way he was before?

She should obviously... obviously be the adult who holds a sword in a cool and graceful manner, and is capable of making great achievements.

How could it be possible? How could it become the petite appearance it was a hundred thousand years ago again?

how come……

Xun An, who came in a step later, couldn't stop crying. While comforting Yan Yi, he couldn't control his emotions, "Your Highness, Your Highness, what do you think the little prince should do... What should the little prince do in the future..."

"You worked so hard to turn her into an adult, but... but now, after all this trouble, she has gone back to her old self. She has changed back to her old self."

"Where can we... where can we find another million-year-old Blood Spirit Flower, Your Highness..."

"No more, no more. Your Highness can never change back."