The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 524: The Shadow of an Old Friend Does Things for Me
What the sinner Bai Yan drew was the whereabouts of the next blood spirit bead flower.

But what puzzled Miao Yuan was who told him the whereabouts of the Blood Spirit Flower and where did he get it from?

Miao Yuan sat up, and the silk quilt on her body slipped off, revealing her petite figure wrapped in a green dress. Her long hair was flowing like a waterfall without any care, graceful and moving. Her little face without any makeup was even softer, more lovely, delicate and smooth.

However, compared with the little glutinous rice dumpling in the past, Miao Yuan now has 20,000 years more experience and cultivation, and she is no longer the same person as before.

In those purple eyes, there was no longer a trace of the former coquettishness and charm, but instead endless consideration and indifference.

"Bang——" the palace door was pushed open again.

Xun An walked in quickly with the medicine in his hand, fearing that the medicine would get cold and lose its medicinal properties when fed to the little prince.

But he didn't expect that as soon as Xun Anmeng entered the hall, he saw the little man on the bed sitting up, with his back to him, looking cold and lonely, just like a person.

"sky!"

Xun An lost control of the wooden tray in his hand, and the medicine on it fell down, scattering all over the ground and almost hitting Xun An's foot.

Miao Yuan heard the noise and turned around to look at him. The pair of calm and wise purple eyes and the young but very similar face made Xun An feel as if he was in another world, as if he had seen the shadow of an old friend.

"Her Majesty...Her Majesty Queen Yan..."

Xun An burst into tears. Did he really see the late Queen Yama?

Miao Yuan lifted the quilt and got off the bed, "Why did Grandpa Xun An treat me as his mother?"

Xun An opened his eyes and looked at her. Miao Yuan was petite, less than half a meter taller than him, but her shrewd and majestic eyes were exactly the same as those of the former Queen Yama.

Miao Yuan walked up to him and said nothing. Just a glance at him made Xun An lower his head in submission.

"Old minister Xun An, I pay my respects to your Highness."

"Grandpa Xun An, you don't have to be so polite. I've been injured for many days. Thank you for your care."

Miao Yuan stepped forward and helped him up, and Xun An quickly stepped back and shook his head. "I dare not. The young prince was able to come back to life thanks to the elders. I dare not take credit for it."

"Grandpa Xun An, don't underestimate yourself. With your careful care here, Yuan'er will be able to recover in a short period of time."

"Thank you for your consideration, Your Highness. It is my duty to take care of you."

"But..." Xun An lowered his head. He looked at the broken soup bowl on the ground and the medicine spilled all over the floor, blaming himself.

"I will go and make another bowl for your Highness."

"No need." Miao Yuan refused. "Grandpa Xun An has taken care of me for many days. I will ask someone else to do this. Grandpa Xun An can just go and have a rest."

"But the injuries on your body..." Xun An hesitated and didn't want to leave.

Miao Yuan shook her head, "It's okay."

"Your Highness..." Xun An wanted to say something else, but Miao Yuan had already walked out.

Outside the hall

The sun is shining and spring is in the air. Vibrant branches are scattered in all directions, and bright medicinal flowers are quietly blooming all over the ground. Everything is so beautiful and dreamy, as if it were another world.

The cold wind blowing in my ears is no longer so icy and biting, but instead has a slight coolness and a faint fragrance.

Looking up, there are tall buildings and magnificent halls. In front of me are the familiar four pillars, surrounded by the familiar black barrier aura, and on the plaque behind me are the majestic characters written by our ancestors. The majestic: "House of Elders"

But the soreness in her body reminded her that she had indeed died once.

Miao Yuan's eyes became sharp. No one knew what she wanted to do most at this moment.

"Someone is coming——"

"Wow," the gate of the outer courtyard was pushed open, and soldiers rushed in. They bowed in unison and saluted respectfully, "The ghost generals greet your Highness."

"No need to be polite, take me to see those ghost warriors."

Gui Jin looked up in surprise. His Highness's guess was indeed correct. As soon as the little prince woke up, he wanted to meet the group of assassins.

He didn't dare to think too much, and quickly turned around to invite, "Yes, Your Highness, please come this way--"

Miao Yuan strode out. Since they wanted to kill her, she would go and meet these ruthless people.

As for why she didn’t settle the score with Suqin first?
Miaoyuan must have known in her heart that with her father around, Suqin would have been crushed to ashes long ago, and there would be no need for her to do anything at all.

Gui Jin took Miao Yuan directly into the tenth level of hell of the ghost clan. At this moment in the tenth level of hell, everyone's heart was filled with unknown fear.

They didn't know how many days they had been imprisoned, nor did they know how many hours had passed outside. They only knew that as each day passed, the light in the cell would become dimmer, and as each hour passed, the ghost servant in the prison would bring them a bowl of hot food.

The tea was boiling hot, as if it had just been boiled when it was brought over.

They did not dare to hesitate and could only take the hot water that was so hot that it would peel off their skin and drink it all in one gulp. After drinking it for a few days, their throats were bleeding and they could not utter a word.

It was not until Miao Yuan's figure suddenly appeared before their eyes that the decadence and restraint in their eyes disappeared and their eyes suddenly widened.

“Little…little…”

They wanted to speak, but no words came out.

When Miao Yuan walked into the dungeon, everyone came to their senses and knelt down in front of her with a bang.

“Little… ah…”

They tried to salute her with their ugly voices, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't utter a word.

"Okay, get up."

Miao Yuan looked at them with a haughty look, knowing that they had been tortured a lot these days. But compared to her death, this torture was nothing.

"Ah...ah..." Everyone was terrified. They knelt on the ground, kowtowed and bowed, feeling extremely regretful and self-blaming, let alone standing up.

When they found out that the young prince was killed by Lady Suqin, they realized that they had committed a heinous crime. Their self-righteous "obedience" turned out to be their own stupidity.

They didn't dare to ask for the young prince's forgiveness, they only asked him to give them a quick death. They didn't want to endure such a humiliating and painful life anymore.

"I know what you want to say." Miao Yuan looked at them coldly, "I can satisfy your thoughts and make them stop torturing you."

Everyone raised their heads, their faces full of hope and desire. That would be great. If they were no longer in pain and torture, they would have no complaints if the young prince chopped them with a knife.

But Miao Yuan doesn't want to kill them now.

"I'll ask you to do something for me. After you're done, I'll decide whether to kill you or not."