Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Farewell, Sickly Beauty—Arrival of the Holy King (Part 2)

Mu Lianrong had no choice but to drop the previous topic after the old master spoke, only glaring at Mu Qingge in warning.

Mu Qingge smiled lightly and followed Mu Xiong, seemingly indifferent to the threat in Mu Lianrong’s eyes. The latter was so infuriated that she nearly disregarded the occasion to tug at her ear.

The Mu Family’s seat was placed below the imperial throne.

Originally, it was a seat above all others, but today was somewhat different. The Supreme seat was deliberately positioned lower, and above it, an ample spot was reserved for a chair and table carved from pure white jade.

The tableware placed above was even more exquisite and sumptuous than that of the Emperor’s seat, everywhere indicating superiority.

Mu Qingge and Mu Xiong sat down at the Mu Family’s seat, her gaze lightly sweeping over that lofty, snow-white seat. Without needing anyone to introduce it, she could confidently conclude that this seat was prepared for that old monster.

’Didn’t expect the Emperor of Qin Country to actually respect Mr. Monster so much,’ Mu Qingge thought to herself. Mr. Monster was her ’honorific’ for Si Mo. For some reason, whenever she thought about his thousand-year lifespan, she was reminded of the monsters and demons from the world she once knew, the heavenly gods and buddhas. Of course, with Si Mo’s unparalleled appearance, he was more like a god. However, to call a peeping freak ’Immortal Brother,’ was absolutely impossible!

"Ge’er, did the Holy King really come to our Qin Country? Did he look for you?" Suddenly, Mu Xiong’s low voice interrupted Mu Qingge’s thoughts.

Mu Qingge withdrew her gaze and looked at her grandfather beside her, meeting his eyes: "Grandfather, I’ve been at home all day, wouldn’t you know if I’ve seen anyone?"

Mu Xiong’s expectant eyes turned into disappointment due to this ’honest’ answer.

With a light sigh, he murmured to himself, "Could it be that the Holy King was merely saying empty words that day? Has he already forgotten about this little fellow?"

Mu Xiong’s words entered Mu Qingge’s ears without missing a beat, leaving the latter feeling a bit uncomfortable.

She knew that her heroic grandfather still hadn’t let go of the idea of having her depend on a powerful figure to ensure a lifetime of peace.

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