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

Early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, Chu Xinglan was already waiting at Sang Yunqi's door.

He hadn't been able to fall asleep since he woke up last night.

There were really too many things he couldn't figure out. Those questions lingered in his head, making him look a little depressed.

But he couldn't even find anyone he wanted to ask. He had been hiding things about his past life because he was afraid that others would think he was a monster.

So, even though he and Sang Yunqi had such a close relationship, he still didn't dare to confess.

In the end, he just walked out of the house and sat by his master's door, which made him feel better.

"Squeak-"

The door behind him was opened from the inside. Chu Xinglan looked up and saw Sang Yunqi, who was dressed neatly, appear in his sight.

Sang Yunqi was stunned for a moment when he saw him, especially because there were still water droplets on Chu Xinglan's soft hair, obviously he had been sitting there for quite some time.

"Why don't you go in?"

Chu Xinglan patted his butt and stood up. The two ears on his head drooped and he looked listless.

"Master, you know my identity, right?"

Sang Yunqi was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Chu Xinglan lowered his head and continued, "You know, Bi Wu knows, Xu Zhuo should know too."

"Master, I have seen some strange scenes. I think that should be me, but I have no memory of it."

"I had a dream yesterday, and the demon clan's national teacher also called me Your Highness. Does that mean I have a high status in the demon clan?"

Sang Yunqi looked at him in surprise, "Does the demon tribe still have a national master? Their tribe is violent and bloody, would they listen to such a weird guy?"

Chu Xinglan's emotions and thoughts were instantly interrupted. He raised his head and looked at Sang Yunqi in confusion.

"No national teacher?"

Sang Yunqi nodded and answered confidently, "No, especially now the Demon King hates such mysterious things. If someone dares to say such things in front of him, he will probably beat that person's brains out."

Chu Xinglan recalled the dream he had last night, then looked at Sang Yunqi's expression, hesitated for a long time, and finally said it out loud.

He really didn't know what to do. The demon clan didn't have a national master, so who was the person he saw who was called the national master?

Or is it really just a simple dream and I am overthinking it?

Sang Yunqi listened to him patiently with a calm expression on his face. This made Chu Xinglan feel more at ease, and he even told him everything that had appeared in the mirror.

After he finished speaking, Sang Yunqi nodded pretentiously and started talking nonsense.

"Since it's different from your beast form, it's definitely not you!"

"As for the middle-aged man who looks like you, it may be that you subconsciously think he is your father, which affects your dream."

Chu Xinglan nodded doubtfully. Although he always felt that something was wrong, what Sang Yunqi said was too natural and did make some sense.

“Then why am I seeing this?”

"And it was really real. The Imperial Master was talking to me in my dream yesterday."

Sang Yunqi remained expressionless on the surface, but he was already cursing in his heart.

What on earth are these old guys from the demon clan doing? I try to listen to them and hide it from Chu Xinglan every day, while they are madly poking holes behind him.

The next time he sees that bastard Xuan Ling, he will beat him to death!

He even suspected that the other party deliberately exposed himself and talked to Chu Xinglan in order to make fun of him, Sang Yunqi!

But now, he still has to stabilize his little disciple first.

"I'm not sure about this because I haven't actually seen it, so it's hard to judge what the situation is."

"But I didn't notice anything unusual when I was in your room yesterday. I will pay attention next time."

Chu Xinglan nodded, and finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in his stomach.

With his master around, at least his safety is completely guaranteed.

As for his identity, his master obviously didn't want to mention it, so he didn't bother to ask. He would definitely know it when he was supposed to, it was just a matter of time.

Sang Yunqi went back to the house and took out a pile of clothes.

"I just made this for you. Half of it has its tail exposed, and the other half is normal. Take it back and put it away."

Chu Xinglan took it with great joy and roughly flipped through it. He found that the style was very similar to Sang Yunqi's own clothes.

And this must have been made by Sang Yunqi in a hurry last night.

Even though my master attacked me in the middle of the night, he still cared about me.

"Thank you, Master. Shall I go and make breakfast for you?"

Sang Yunqi was stunned for a moment, and looked Chu Xinglan up and down, "Can you cook?"

Chu Xinglan put the clothes into his bell first. After turning into a human, he took the bell off his neck and put it on his wrist, which fit well.

"Master, just wait and see. I will take care of all your meals from now on!"

Having said that, Chu Xinglan ran away in a hurry. As soon as he ran out of the yard, he turned back.

"Master, where is the kitchen?"

Sang Yunqi scratched his brows and said, "There is no kitchen in the back hills. I don't need to eat, and there is no one to cook for me."

"..."

In the end, Chu Xinglan had to spend the whole morning hastily building a simple kitchen, which seemed out of place against the exquisite scenery of the back mountain.

It’s not that Sang Yunqi didn’t want to help, he just didn’t know what should be in the kitchen or how to set up the stove.

Chu Xinglan didn't want to ask his disciples for help, so he just came by himself.

But after it was finally done, Chu Xinglan still felt it was a bit unbearable to look at. The pillars at the four corners looked shaky and might collapse at any time.

In the end, Chu Xinglan hid in the house and sent a message to Chen Xiu, asking him to bring people to redo it. Chen Xiu also brought them a lot of food.

It was not until noon that the disciples who came to help finally finished everything and left the back mountain.

Chu Xinglan had been hungry for a long time, so he didn't want to show off his skills at this time. He simply cooked two bowls of noodle soup and stir-fried two vegetables.

After placing all the dishes and chopsticks on the stone table under the tree, Chu Xinglan shouted towards Sang Yunqi's room.

"Master, dinner is ready!"

When Sang Yunqi opened the door and came out, he smelled the fragrance in the air, which aroused his appetite.

Walking to the table and sitting down, Chu Xinglan placed a large bowl of noodles in front of him.

"It's a little crude. I'll make something delicious for Master in the evening."

Sang Yunqi's eyes fell on the bowl of noodles in front of him.

Thick white soup, noodles of even thickness, various shredded meats and vegetables neatly arranged on top of the noodles, and a fried golden egg on one side of the bowl, which looks very appetizing.

At this time, Chu Xinglan handed over a few small plates with condiments such as chopped green onions, coriander, chili vinegar, etc.

"I don't know Master's taste either, you can add these yourself."