Dabao was also a bit scared, and he shrank into Shen Yue’s arms.
"Female mother, Dabao is scared too."
It suddenly dawned on Shen Yue.
As a mother, she had to get a grip on herself. She couldn’t favor one child over another just because of their species. Most importantly, she couldn’t let Dabao and Er Bao see that she was afraid of Sanbao too.
Otherwise, Sanbao would be isolated by his brothers.
She took a deep breath and hurriedly tried to soothe the two little ones.
"Dabao, Er Bao, don’t be afraid. He’s your third brother, Sanbao."
Er Bao said tearfully, "He’s not! He looks terrifying! So scary! Er Bao is scared..."
The light in the Little Flood Dragon’s eyes seemed to dim.
Shen Yue immediately corrected him.
"Er Bao, you can’t talk about your third brother that way. Sanbao is a Little Flood Dragon. And you two, one is a Golden Lion, and the other is a Black Panther. That’s why the three of you look different and are unique. But female mother told you, even though you all look different, Sanbao is female mother’s baby, just like you."
As the Little Flood Dragon listened, his once-dazed, dark red eyes seemed to brighten.
When Er Bao heard this, he seemed to understand. He quieted down and stopped crying, though he still looked at the Little Flood Dragon with an aggrieved expression.
Dabao, who was still in her arms, mustered his courage and climbed down.
As the eldest brother, Dabao seemed naturally sensible and responsible.
He stood before the Little Flood Dragon and said in his high, piping voice:
"Female mother, Dabao remembers what you said. Sanbao is my little brother too, and I’ll protect him from now on!"
Er Bao’s shell-shaped ears drooped. Seeing that even Dabao had said so, he also walked over to Sanbao and said in a tiny voice:
"Female mother, Er Bao understands now. I was just a little scared... I won’t say it again. Sanbao... Sanbao is my little brother too..."
Shen Yue patted Dabao’s and Er Bao’s heads, then looked at the Little Flood Dragon and held out her hands comfortingly.
"Come here, Sanbao. Let female mother hold you."
The Little Flood Dragon stared for a moment before taking a few steps closer. His body was much colder than Dabao’s and Er Bao’s.
The moment Shen Yue touched him, she couldn’t help but shiver. ’Is this why the Flood Dragon Clan’s bloodline is so thin?’
’Is the child’s body naturally this cold?’
Holding him was like holding a block of ice.
A pang of sorrow shot through her heart. ’This is my child too. With a body this cold, I wonder if he feels it.’
At that thought, she hugged him a little tighter.
"Sanbao, are you cold?"
The Little Flood Dragon remained motionless in her arms. He wasn’t at all like Dabao and Er Bao, who had snuggled affectionately against her right after birth. Instead, he simply allowed her to hold him, as still and silent as a doll made of ice.
"No."
Just one word.
Shen Yue’s heart ached even more. ’Is he even a child?’
Just then, as she held Sanbao, she failed to notice another eggshell rapidly cracking open.
In the blink of an eye, a pair of small, pointed, fluffy red ears popped out. A moment later, a little wolf cub, blood-red from head to tail, climbed out of the shell.
Dabao’s and Er Bao’s eyes widened.
"Female mother, look! It’s Si Bao!"
Shen Yue immediately looked over.
The little wolf cub that had just climbed out of its shell was covered in soft, short fur.
Its fiery red fur made it look like a burning ball of fire. It had dark golden eyes that looked noble and beautiful, with a hint of wild arrogance.
The little one tilted its head to look at Shen Yue, studying her skeptically for a few seconds before speaking in a high, cute voice:
"You’re my female mother?"
He sniffed the air, then added to himself with utter conviction:
"Yep. You’re my female mother."
Shen Yue: "..."
’A Blood Wolf??’
’This species... this is the supreme ruler of the Wolf Clan...’
She clutched Sanbao in her arms and looked at the Little Blood Wolf.
"Si Bao..."
The Little Blood Wolf eyed the Little Flood Dragon in her arms, displeased.
"I want to be held too. Female mother, hold me."
But the Little Flood Dragon in her arms immediately narrowed his slit pupils, glaring coldly at the Little Blood Wolf on the floor.
"No."
The Little Blood Wolf’s gaze hardened. "Hold me instead."
Little Flood Dragon: "No."
Shen Yue: "..."
Dabao and Er Bao stood off to the side, looking aggrieved as they glanced from one to the other.
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