Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 306


Yetong didn't doubt that he was there, and when she stepped into the blood king's study, she saw Victor and Chuyan staring at her belly, wishing she could stare a hole.


She looked around and sat on the sofa nearby, "Father, queen mother, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with my stomach?"


"No problem, I just want to talk to you, the child is about to be born, why don't you marry Youhong?" Chuyan walked to the small bar, poured a glass of blood, added some red wine, and brought it to her, "You Although Hong didn't urge you, you should wait, he is a person worth entrusting for life, and he will give you happiness."


Yetong lowered her eyes, narrowed her eyes slightly, held the cup stiffly, and looked down at her stomach.


How could she marry Yuhong like this?

Yuhong's offspring should be transformed into vampires, not grown from the womb.


Although Youhong didn't mind the flesh and blood in her belly, and said countless times that he would raise him with his own hands, she still felt that it was unfair to Youhong.


She took a sip of the wine mixed with blood, her heart was shaking like an unbalanced balance, "If the father and the queen have decided everything, I agree."


"Very well, we don't want our daughter to have an unmarried baby either." Victor smiled gratifiedly, looked at Chu Yan, got up, took the notebook over, and put it on Yetong's lap, "Look, just now I and Your mother chose several wedding dresses suitable for you, when Xinqing got married, your mother and I assisted in sewing her dress, and yours is no exception."


Yetong looked at the three pictures that popped up on the screen, two in white gauze and one in red gauze, all more than ten times more gorgeous than the one Xinqing wore that day.How could she not know the love of her father and mother, but she didn't know what to say.


Chu Yan clicked on the screen again, "There is also a princess tiara, your father has also chosen two, one with a red wedding dress, one with a white wedding dress, the tiara has already started to be made, the style is generous and elegant, if If you don’t want to wear it with a wedding dress, you can also keep it for everyday use.”


"The wedding dress... let's use a red one. Youhong should also like it." Yetong frowned, and only drank heavily, "If the father and the queen have no other orders, the daughter will leave first."


"Wait a minute." Victor stopped her majesticly.


Ye Tong shuddered, "Father...what else can Father do?"


"Your mother made a painting, and you can take it back. This is our kindness." Victor said, taking the scroll on the table and handing it to her.


Yetong left with the painting, and when she walked to the garden, she felt a cramping pain in her stomach, and the fetus seemed to be convulsing. She groaned in pain, and walked to a tree, hurriedly holding the trunk, without taking the painting scroll in her hand. Fall firmly on the ground and spread out.


It was a simple oil painting with wonderful colors.The light came in from the door of the palace hall. A stalwart man was holding a little girl with a smile on his face. There were broken porcelain pieces on the ground under his feet. There were several scratches on the little girl's arms and legs... This is exactly what happened. Her first encounter with Tarson.


In the lower right corner of the painting is the signature and date of Chu Yan's flamboyant and phoenix dance, and the name of the painting, "To my favorite daughter, Yetong—Tongmeng".


All that happened just yesterday, she played hide-and-seek with Xinqing, and she hid in Anze's bedroom where Tarsen lived temporarily.Not only did Tarson get angry and yelled to dismiss several maids, but she was scared by the cloisonné vase at the corner of the corridor and accidentally bumped into the vase.


Hearing the sound, he rushed over and found her, "You broke this?"


"I didn't do it on purpose. They said that Uncle Anze lived in this palace, and no one would come, so I hid here." She took two steps back, and Tarson's mountain-like appearance made her feel scared. "You... who are you? Why are you here?"


"I'm the wolf king, Tarson." He noticed that there was a piece of broken porcelain not far from her heel, and if she moved any further, she might trip. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!"


"Don't come here!" Seeing him approaching, she backed away again, her little red leather boots stepped on the broken porcelain, her feet were unsteady, and she suddenly fell back, "Ah—"


Tarson hurriedly took a step forward, and before she fell, he quickly embraced her in his arms, with a skillful and graceful spin, and a cushioning force.The small body has a faint fragrance of orchid, and it is as light as bones in his arms. Fear and amazement are mixed on the stunning little face, which turns into stable gratitude, and his handsome face is reflected in her bright eyes.


In an instant, light and shadow blurred and changed on her stunning little face, and Tarsen felt a burst of warmth in his heart, glistening like water.


Yetong now thinks of the scene of him staring at her thoughtfully, and he has realized it in his heart. When he sees her, he thinks of her mother's first words, and she looks too much like her mother.But at that time, she was careless and didn't understand what heartache was, so she couldn't help reminding, "Thank you, you... can you let me down?" Her small face was also hot from his excessive body temperature, and it was flushed red.


Tarson hurriedly put her down, "You can call me Uncle, or you can call me Tarson, your parents and I are very good friends."


"Huh? A very good friend?" She smiled slyly, maybe she is the most wolf-hearted friend!Every time the father mentioned him, he always looked contemptuous and bored.She didn't say anything, and introduced herself heartily, "My name is Yetong Leicester, I am 198 years old, and I am the eldest princess of the blood clan."


Tarson laughed because she deliberately emphasized the word "big". He reached out and shook her small hand as if he was talking to an adult.


……


Yetong didn't have the courage to pick up the paintings, and tidied up the memories in a panic, but her stomach hurt even more. The pain gradually spread. She squatted on the ground, trying to call for help, but her stomach suddenly stopped hurting. There was a gentle warm current that made her whole body feel comfortable.


After she was sure that there was no more pain, she supported the tree trunk and stood up slowly, but when she raised her eyes, she was facing Yuhong's cold and deep black pupils, "Hiro..."


(End of this chapter)