Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Leng Yuening arrived at Lan Mi's residence quickly and waited outside.

"The Cold Palace Master".

A maid came out and bowed slightly respectfully: "The headmaster invites you in."

Leng Yuening nodded.

Surprisingly, Lan Mi didn't put on much airs today?

Normally, she has to wait a long time.

Leng Yuening walked up the long stairs and corridor, entered the room, and soon saw Lan Mi.

Lan Mi sat in her signature principal's sofa chair, slowly turning the chair around to look at her lazily: "A rare guest, huh? You actually took the initiative to come here today."

Leng Yuening gave a slightly arrogant snort.

Although she had let go of her inner turmoil in front of Ye Ge.

But in front of others, she is still the same proud and aloof fairy.

Lan Mi narrowed her eyes, sensing the change in Leng Yuening's aura, and a hint of amusement appeared in her eyes: "Not bad, you've broken through to the Saint Realm?"

Leng Yuening smugly hummed, "That's right."

She and Lan Mi have been competing against each other for so many years.

Now I've finally broken through to the Saintly Ascension Realm before her!

"Well, congratulations then." Lan Mi said, her slightly narrowed eyes gradually closing, her voice lower than usual, as if she were a little tired.

that's it?

Leng Yuening moved her lips; she had originally thought Lan Mi would have a bigger reaction.

When something happy happens to you, your greater joy is actually an extension of that event itself. You can share your joy with your best friend, or you can use it to take revenge on your old rival.

However, when her old rival showed no reaction to her situation, Leng Yuening felt rather depressed.

At this moment, Leng Yuening suddenly realized that Lan Mi seemed a little off today.

Although Lan Mi was still sitting in the same sofa chair she used to sit in, her usual posture was either curled up like a kitten or with her legs crossed. Every time she arrived, Lan Mi would look at her with a playful smile.

But this time, for some unknown reason, Lan Mi looked extremely tired, barely opening her eyes, and her posture was quite strange, with her buttocks completely tilted to one side, in a very odd way, as if there were some thumbtacks on the chair that were poking her buttocks.

Would such a posture, which violates the definition of physics, really be comfortable to sit in?

Leng Yuening thought to herself.

"So what brings you here today?" Lan Mi asked, glancing at her through a crack as she saw that she was still there.

Leng Yuening didn't know what to say, so she pursed her lips, feeling a little bored: "It's nothing, I just happened to be passing by and came over to say hello."

"Hmm..." Lan Mi glanced at her face again: "Didn't you take off your veil when you went to the arena to watch the match yesterday? Why are you putting it back on now?"

“…” Leng Yuening was somewhat embarrassed.

After she left Night Song, she put her purple veil back on.

It's all Master's fault! He pinched and squeezed her face all night! How can you knead someone's face like dough!

Her face is still swollen to this day...

This is Leng Yuening's secret, and no one knows it except for the former Palace Master of Yuening Palace, who was also her deceased master.

That's because her skin is so delicate; even the slightest pressure will leave red marks. These marks won't cause any real harm, but they will take about a day to completely fade...

So now she can't be seen in public at all; her face is completely swollen and messy.

"Hmm? That's not right..." Leng Yuening suddenly remembered something and frowned: "How did you know that I wasn't wearing a veil when I went to the Dragon's Nest Arena to watch the match yesterday? Did you go too?"

"Of course I didn't go," Lan Mi yawned.

"Then you..." Leng Yuening suddenly realized, "You've been spying on me with that broken crystal ball again!?"

"Hmm...I guess so..." Lan Mi gave a faint smile, her eyes filled with interest as she looked at her.

Leng Yuening suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Then...then you shouldn't have..."

"Hmm, I didn't see you go into my Little Night Song's room and do anything," Lan Mi said.

"?!?!"

Leng Yuening's cheeks flushed red: "Lan Mi!!! You peeping tom!!!"

She suddenly felt a surge of heat and flush all over her body.

My toes are starting to grip the ground!

Lan Mi blinked: "Huh? What? I really didn't see anything."

"How could I possibly spy on my Xiaoyege's private life?" Lan Mi shifted her posture slightly and said lazily, "My field of vision is limited to the view outside Xiaoyege's hotel. I would never look into what's happening in his room. I just happened to peek yesterday and then I saw you go to his place last night."

“............” Leng Yue thought to herself, so that’s how it is.

"You...you bastard."

Leng Yuening wanted to take back her words, but it was too late. Now she felt like she had inadvertently confessed, as if she had done something in Ye Ge's room: "I went to Master... I went to that little thief's room but I didn't do anything. I just asked him a few questions. Don't overthink it!"

"Hmm, hmm." Lan Mi nodded casually: "You asked a few questions and then broke through to the Saintly Ascension realm. It seems your questions are indeed very valuable."

“…” Leng Yuening lowered her head and gritted her teeth inwardly.

hateful!

Why is it that even though she has already broken through to the Saintly Realm, she still gets verbally bullied by this wicked woman!

"That's all." Leng Yuening turned around, deliberately keeping a straight face, and said coldly, "I was just passing by and saying hello. Now I'm leaving!"

She thought to herself, "This wicked woman has a sharp tongue; I'd better get out of here quickly!"

"Okay, fine, see you out." Lan Mi remained languid and closed her eyes again.

Leng Yue Ning took a step to leave.

“Oh, right.” Lan Mi said with her eyes closed, as if in a dream, “Although I only saw the scene outside Xiao Yege’s room, I also saw you two go out onto the balcony and into the rooftop garden together.”

"!!!" Leng Yue Ning's heart seemed to freeze abruptly, and she turned around abruptly: "Lan Mi!!!!"

"Shouldn't you be calling me Grandmaster now?" Lan Mi said with a half-smile.

"No way! I absolutely won't call you..."

As Leng Yuening spoke, she suddenly noticed that on Lan Mi's neck, amidst the patch of snow-white skin hidden by her silver-gray hair, there were several faint crimson marks.

A look of doubt appeared in Leng Yue Ning's eyes.

The marks were quite obvious, one after another, like the finger marks left when someone tightly choked someone's neck.

"Lan Mi, you..." Leng Yuening hesitated, "What happened to your neck?"