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

Sang Yunqi adjusted his breathing and quickly changed his clothes, and Chu Xinglan came in carrying a basin of water.

He wet the towel and handed it to Sang Yunqi.

After hesitating for a few breaths, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you injured?"

Sang Yunqi paused and looked at him in surprise: "Who can hurt me? Xuan Ling? He doesn't have that ability yet."

Chu Xinglan pointed at Sang Yunqi's lips and pursed them.

"Master, your lips are a little pale."

Sang Yunqi really didn't expect that his little disciple had such sharp eyes. He had clearly looked in the mirror before coming back yesterday, and even concealed the fatigue between his brows, but now his lip color was exposed.

Actually, he himself didn't see any difference.

But he didn't show it, and said nonchalantly while wiping his face: "Maybe I haven't practiced for too long, so I'm tired."

"Hey, seeing that you guys didn't forget to practice when you were out having fun, I also practiced on a whim, but I'm actually so tired!"

"I'm really old now. This kind of thing is no longer suitable for me."

"I practiced all night and didn't get any sleep, but that useless Xu Zhuo even sent me a message asking for help. He doesn't care about an old man like me at all."

Sang Yunqi was filled with emotion when he spoke, and Chu Xinglan's mouth twitched as he listened.

He felt that his master was treating him like a fool. Other people's cultivation became more energetic the more they practiced, so how could he become empty-handed?

However, he still noticed his master's last words and asked nervously.

"Something happened at Cangqiong Mountain?"

Sang Yunqi handed the towel back to him, pulled off the hairband, and combed his hair with his hands.

"Don't worry, Cangkong is fine. I asked Xu Zhuo to go out and help me with something, but he screamed and asked me to save him."

Chu Xinglan was relieved, but still asked with concern: "Is Xu Zhuo okay?"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

"I have to leave in a little while, and then I will go back to Cangqiong Mountain. Is it okay for you to stay in Cangyun Country?"

Chu Xinglan shook his head. He would mostly stay in the palace for the next few days. Even if he went out, he would not leave the imperial city, so there would be no danger.

He moved closer to Sang Yunqi, stretched out his hands to hug his master's waist, buried his face in his neck and rubbed it gently.

"I will miss Master."

Sang Yunqi felt a little itchy when he rubbed her, and chuckled softly. She put one arm around his waist and touched his head with the other.

"You are already an adult, but you still act like a spoiled brat."

"Don't play around like crazy, practice hard, if you return to Cangqiong and break through to the second level, Master will give you a reward."

Chu Xinglan rested his chin just below Sang Yunqi's collarbone, tilted his face upward and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"Then I want a gift made by Master himself, okay?"

Sang Yunqi looked at his strange posture, couldn't help but curl his lips, and gently tapped his forehead.

"Row."

Chu Xinglan acted coquettishly for a while before reluctantly letting go of Sang Yunqi's hands and sending him out of the palace, watching him until he disappeared from her sight.

Although Sang Yunqi found excuses to evade the issue of his injury, Chu Xinglan was still a little worried.

After thinking for a while, he took out his communication jade slip and sent a message to Chen Xiu.

[Chen Xiu, where is Xu Zhuo? He doesn't reply to my messages.]

Not long after, Chen Xiu's message came back.

[Master is in seclusion, so I probably didn't see you. What's up? Are you having fun outside? ]

Chu Xinglan looked at the words "retreat" on the jade slip, pursed his lips, and felt a little angry.

After finding a simple excuse and chatting with Chen Xiu for a few more words, Chu Xinglan put away the jade slip of communication.

After thinking about it, he did not return to his residence, but went straight out of the palace and went to the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Xuan Ling was surprised to see him coming alone, but he still let him in.

The two of them sat in the flower hall. Chu Xinglan took a sip of tea before looking at Xuan Ling.

"Is my master injured? Did you fight with him yesterday?"

His words were a bit impolite, even a bit like picking faults, especially since Xuan Ling was currently his elder.

But he was really worried about his master. If Sang Yunqi exaggeratedly said that he couldn't move, Chu Xinglan might not be so panicked.

But his own master acted calm and composed, and even lied to him. He definitely didn't want him to find out and was afraid that he would worry.

Xuan Ling looked at his own prince with his elbow bent outwards in silence, and said unhappily: "He has always been the one to beat me up, I have no ability to hurt him."

Chu Xinglan looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

Xuan Ling hugged Chu Xinglan's neck and said, "Of course it's true. Why did you suddenly come to me? Where is your master?"

Chu Xinglan took his arm away and sat a little further away from him before he said listlessly, "He left. He said Xu Zhuo was looking for him, but Xu Zhuo was in seclusion in Cangqiong Mountain."

"Then can you tell me what happened after I fell asleep yesterday?"

He was fine when the master brought him to the Imperial Master's Mansion yesterday. He hasn't woken up yet, so the master shouldn't have gone anywhere else.

Therefore, the accident must have happened in the Imperial Master’s Mansion.

Xuan Ling thought about what that crazy guy Sang Yunqi did yesterday and wanted to tell Chu Xinglan, but when he thought of Sang Yunqi's warning, he swallowed his words back.

He pretended to be relaxed and joked, "Your master just found an excuse to go out and have fun, right?"

Seeing that Chu Xinglan was still frowning, he rubbed his head and comforted him: "Don't you know the strength of your master? He will be fine. No one can hurt him."

Then, as if he had thought of something funny, he looked at Chu Xinglan with a wicked smile.

"I examined you yesterday and found that you still couldn't transform on your own. Can you transform into your original form for me to see?"

"Not only am I good at medicine, I also have a very good aesthetic sense. How about I give you a hairstyle? I guarantee you will be so handsome that you will dazzle everyone."

Chu Xinglan looked at his shining eyes, and thought about his own thick and smooth hair, which had been cut into strange shapes and bumps. He couldn't help but shivering and quickly stood up.

"Since my master is fine, I feel relieved."

"I have something else to do, so I won't bother you, Master. Goodbye."

Chu Xinglan felt that he must have lost his mind to come to the Imperial Master's Mansion to find answers, even though this guy clearly looked unreliable.

Hearing Xuan Ling's reluctant voice behind him, Chu Xinglan quickly ran out of the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Chu Xinglan didn't let out a sigh of relief until he blended into the crowd. Frustrated, he randomly chose a direction and walked slowly.

He is not a fool. Although Xuan Ling did not show any flaws, he could still see that he knew the inside story, but he was unwilling to tell him.

I don’t know how serious Master’s injuries are, but they should be quite serious. He’s avoiding me and doesn’t want me to find out.

Could it be because of myself?