After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chu Xinglan did not send any more messages to Sang Yunqi to inquire, nor did he contact Xu Zhuo to confirm.

Since the master doesn't want him to know, then he won't ask. What he should do most is to do what the master expects and not let him worry.

In the next few days, Chu Xinglan no longer went out with Song Ling and the others. Every day, apart from practicing, he read books in the library of the palace.

He would also take out some time every day to start carving the jade he got from Song Ling.

He planned to carve a small animal-shaped ornament of himself. As he had never done this before, he wasted a lot of stone, which made Han Feiyu and others feel very distressed. However, it was obviously very effective and he had become much more skilled recently.

On the eve of the festival, Chu Xinglan specially set aside an evening and called all of Song Ling's family members over, and they all had a lively barbecue meal together.

Mortals cannot withstand the effects of elixirs, but it is okay to eat some spirit beast meat, at least it can strengthen the body. The next day, Aunt Lian found that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes had disappeared, and she happily sent many more raw stones to Chu Xinglan.

Soon, June 16th arrived.

Before dawn that day, Song Ling got up, bathed, changed his clothes with the help of palace servants, and put on the luxurious dress that symbolized his status as a prince.

Chu Xinglan and others received an invitation to visit the ceremony nearby. They got up early in the morning and prepared carefully. They all looked energetic.

Before the hour of Mao, everyone arrived at the square in front of the Taiji Hall.

The court officials were all dressed in court robes and lined up on both sides of the square. The royal family members stood in the front, all with solemn faces.

Chu Xinglan and others stood on the side of the square, feeling this solemn and heavy scene from close range.

When the first ray of light appeared in the sky, the Emperor of Cang Yun, hand in hand with the Empress, and with the Imperial Master in a black robe standing behind him, slowly appeared above the square.

The bell rang, and the ceremony officially began. The princes, princesses and court officials below all knelt down.

Chu Xinglan did not listen to what the emperor and the imperial master said. Ever since the imperial master appeared, his eyes had been on that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

That was not the face he had seen a few days ago, but seeing that everyone looked in awe, he had no doubt about the other person's identity.

What else did Chu Xinglan not understand? This was Xuan Ling's true appearance. He had seen him in disguise that day.

But why did he look exactly like the demon king master whom he had seen in his dream?

Chu Xinglan felt that his brain was burned out and was completely non-functioning, which was why he saw such an absurd scene.

Xuan Ling in the field felt so miserable that he could not even cry.

He and Sang Yunqi thought of all possibilities to prevent Chu Xinglan from discovering his identity, but he forgot that he had to show his face at the ceremony!

Everyone in the royal family has seen his appearance, especially since he will be leaving Cang Yun after this ceremony, it would be unreasonable for him not to show his face.

Chu Xinglan's eyes seemed to want to stare a hole in his face, and he just wanted him to find a hole to crawl into right now.

He could only pray in his heart that the origin that Sang Yunqi input yesterday was useful, otherwise if anything happened to the little prince, he would be blamed for it.

The ceremony did not end until noon. When Chu Xinglan saw the national teacher leaving, he said something to Li Wen and others, then hurriedly followed him out.

Unfortunately, he searched the entire palace but couldn't find any trace of the imperial teacher.

When I went to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, it was already empty. After asking Song Ling, I learned that the Imperial Preceptor had already left.

Chu Xinglan licked his little fangs and snorted in his heart.

These old guys were really annoying. They hid everything from him and played him around like a fool.

Especially my own master, who spoke very righteously when he said that the demon clan did not have a national master. I was really fooled!

Now that I think about it, I don’t know how many things he is hiding from me. I will settle the score with him when I get back!

After the ceremony, there was a state banquet in the evening. Chu Xinglan declined Song Ling's invitation and did not attend.

They planned to return to Cangqiong Mountain the day after tomorrow. He had not finished reading some of the classics in the library, so he planned to make a quick study of them in the next two days. He didn't know when he would have the chance to read them again later.

Time flies by like water.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to leave.

This time, Aunt Lian and Song Ling's brothers and sisters came to see them off.

Aunt Lian was very reluctant to let go of Song Ling, as she knew very well that the next time she would see her son would probably be during a national mourning period.

But no matter how reluctant she was, she never asked Song Ling to stay. She naggled on and on about the matter for a long time before sending them to the carriage.

It was not until we left the imperial city that the sad atmosphere eased a lot.

Han Feiyu put his arm around Song Ling's shoulders and sniffed: "Song Ling, let's come to your house again when we have time. I haven't had enough of the imperial meal yet."

Song Ling gave him an elbow speechlessly, "My mother almost brought you a cart of food, isn't it enough for you?"

"How can it be the same? It's not as delicious as what we eat at home!"

Not only Han Feiyu, everyone received a farewell gift.

When Li Wen saw the big box of the most popular beautiful dresses and rouge and powder given to her by the eldest princess, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night.

Xun Wenguang was holding a sharp sword, stroking it lovingly, and was completely unable to devote his attention to it.

As for Chu Xinglan, Aunt Lian probably packed all the raw stones in the warehouse and brought them to him. According to Song Ling's estimation, his father's private warehouse should not have been spared.

But what is more important is everyone's kindness and goodwill, which made them feel the warmth of family in this most rule-abiding and solemn palace in the entire Cangyun.

That's why Han Feiyu said that place is home.

Li Wen joked, "Why don't you go back and stay for two days?"

Han Feiyu shook his head and sighed, "No, Senior Brother Chen Xiu has already sent a letter. The cultivation world exchange competition is about to begin. We have to go back now to win glory for the sect. We can't be greedy for this safe haven."

"When we get back, let's get some more demon beast meat for Aunt Lian and the others. That way, maybe when we meet next time, no one has changed, and it's like we haven't been apart for that long."

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On the way back, they did not stop halfway and traveled day and night. On the morning of the fourth day, they saw the gate of Cangqiong Mountain.

A few people stretched their arms and legs, jumped off the flying boat, and took a deep breath of the familiar air.

Chu Xinglan couldn't wait to go back to the back mountain to see if his master had returned, and said to Song Ling and the others.

"It's been a tiring journey. Let's go back and have a good rest and adjust our condition."

"See you at the exchange competition!"

After saying that, the man ran away.

Song Ling and his companions were indeed a little tired. They said goodbye to each other and went back without saying much.

As soon as Chu Xinglan entered the back mountain, he opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

"Master! Master, are you there? I'm back!"