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

The Imperial Master's Mansion was quiet for a quarter of an hour, and then the sound of breaking bricks and stones could be heard again, accompanied by Xuan Ling's curses and Sang Yunqi's provocation. It was quite lively.

All the servants hid in their rooms, shivering, wondering in confusion whether their own imperial teacher had been possessed by someone else.

Will I even be able to see the sun tomorrow?

……

The Imperial Master's Mansion was in chaos, but Chu Xinglan was living a peaceful life.

Chu Xinglan unexpectedly found a few pieces of red agate of good quality, but they were not very big. He couldn't let go of them even when sitting in the carriage.

Song Ling couldn't appreciate these things. The bigger and better things in his warehouse were all covered with a thick layer of dust.

He actually liked gold more, as just looking at the golden color made him feel good. And now he had one more thing, spirit stones. Seeing that he had more and more spirit stones, he felt a sense of satisfaction, which made him happier than refining a top-grade elixir.

Chu Xinglan asked Song Ling while observing the agate in his hand.

"What do you think I should carve them into?"

"It's so small, what can you carve? You can't even make a bracelet, at most you can make a ring."

Chu Xinglan thought about it and realized that his master didn’t seem to like wearing a ring and he had never seen him wear one.

"Change it. My master doesn't like that thing."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment before he understood what he meant. He looked at the agate pieces and said in a troubled tone.

"You want to give it to your ancestors, but this is too small, right? And the quality is not high, your ancestors may not even like it."

"Isn't it possible to buy something better? It's just luck that I came across these few pieces."

Chu Xinglan's excitement also subsided. Every time he arrived in a city, he would walk around the city, but he still couldn't find a gift that he liked.

It’s not because of the issue of whether they are expensive or not, but I feel that these ordinary things are not worthy of my own master, and it feels out of place to put them on my master.

His master deserves the best in the world, but he simply can't do it now.

It was Li Wen who casually said that the most important thing in giving a gift is the thought behind it. Only then did he think of buying a few pieces of better jade and carving them himself.

Song Ling curled his lips, feeling that Chu Xinglan was pointing at him, and said resignedly.

"Once you enter the palace, go to my storehouse and pick some. The best of these things are sent to the palace from all over the country. You definitely can't buy better ones outside."

Chu Xinglan immediately gave him a big smile, "That's great, I'll buy it with spirit stones then."

"No, they are just a few stones. There is no use for me to keep them."

"That won't do! This is a gift I want to give to my master. How can I use your things?"

"Okay, then I want gold."

……

Three days later, Song Ling and his party arrived at the imperial city.

The one thousand elite escort soldiers sent them to the outside of the imperial city and then returned to the fortress to report. The imperial city's imperial guards took over the escort work.

They did not stay in the city, but went straight to the palace gate before getting off the carriage.

As soon as he got off the car, Chu Xinglan saw two young men in their twenties standing at the palace gate, whispering something.

Judging from the dragon robes they are wearing and the followers following behind them, they should be Song Ling's brothers.

Sure enough, as soon as they saw Song Ling, they came up to him happily.

"Sixth brother, you are finally here! You have grown so much taller, have you missed me?"

Song Ling happily hugged them, exchanged a few simple greetings, and then introduced Chu Xinglan and the others to his royal brother one by one.

Then he explained to Chu Xinglan and the others: "These are my third and fifth brothers. They are here to pick us up."

The third prince Song Yao punched him and said with a smile: "Do you need us to pick you up when you go home? We are here to pick up your friends."

The fifth prince Song Yan looked at Chu Xinglan and the others: "Song Ling has had a bad temper since he was young, and we spoiled him. Thank you for your care over the years."

"Don't be so reserved, just treat it like your own home."

Song Ling was not convinced: "Who is naughty? I am the most well-behaved and lovely one, and I am the one who takes care of most of them!"

Perhaps it was because he saw his relatives, Song Ling became a little more childish, but they could also see that his brother was really close to him.

The three princes laughed and chatted for a while, and then said, "Let's go into the palace first. Father and mother are waiting."

"I know you're coming back, and I've been talking about it for a long time."

The Emperor and Empress of Cang Yun did not choose to receive them in a formal venue, but directly set up a table of imperial banquet in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden.

Although it was not formal enough, it seemed intimate. And if they really met in a place like the imperial study, Chu Xinglan and the others would feel a little uncomfortable.

Song Ling's other brothers and sisters were also there, and they all greeted them warmly when they saw them.

Especially the eldest princess Song Yueyao, her eyes lit up when she saw Song Ling. She stretched her arms and legs and threw a straight punch at Song Ling's face.

Chu Xinglan and the others were dumbfounded, but seeing that everyone else looked as if they were used to it, they were even excitedly guessing who would win or lose.

Emmm...this welcome ceremony is so special!

Song Ling looked at his sister with a headache, "Sister, do you have to be so anxious? I haven't even had breakfast today."

"Stop talking nonsense and show me what progress you have made!"

Song Ling had no choice but to spar with his royal sister. Of course, he did not use spiritual power, but simply used technical moves.

After a few rounds of fighting, Song Yueyao frowned and her tone became a little harsher.

"Song Ling, you didn't practice well in Cangqiong Mountain!"

Song Ling dodged her fist and explained speechlessly: "I am a Dan cultivator! Do you understand Dan cultivators? Who needs to fight when they are Dan cultivators?"

Although Song Yueyao is a girl, she has a beautiful face and is really fierce in a fight. Her boxing skills are very powerful.

Moreover, Chu Xinglan had often practiced sparring with Bi Wu before, and he could tell that Song Yueyao had been immersed in this art for many years, and it was not just a fancy move, her fists could really kill people.

If Song Ling hadn't had spiritual power to protect his body and hadn't been much stronger, he might have been knocked down long ago.

After Song Ling realized that he couldn't win, he stopped fighting and just ran behind Chu Xinglan in a dishonest manner.

He was still shouting, "Big sister, you fight with my friend, he is the best!"

Song Yueyao looked at Chu Xinglan, who had red lips and white teeth, with suspicion and said distrustfully, "Can he do it? Don't let his thin arms and legs get hurt."

He was originally a little angry that Song Ling sold him out like this, but when he heard this, he immediately straightened his expression.

"Big sister, please give me some advice."

Song Yueyao glanced at Song Ling and saw him nodding like a chick pecking at rice. Then she looked at Chu Xinglan with interest.

He knew what kind of person his younger brother was. Since he dared to push this young man forward, it meant that he was really more powerful than him.

Moreover, since he was pushed out by Song Ling to take the blame at this time, they must have a very good relationship.

Can fight!