My Princess Holds Superpowers

La Sike was not around, the female he checked on was pregnant. This time he finally gained the benefit of having his own litter, and so, at this moment, he was busy playing dad!

It was also at this time that Ye Jiu learned that the honest-looking Cha, was actually a fox in breed.

Thinking back to when he was dragging a blood-soaked fox through the woods, he wondered if this could be considered fratricide among kind.

The Yuan Jun Taoist was online, and without saying much, he blurted out, "The delicacy last time was delightful; the old Taoist invited friends over for a couple of drinks. Young friend, when will you have time to cook some more for me?"

Ye Jiu, feeling helpless, said, "I still have some soup stored here, it's a bit simpler, but it should suffice for the Immortal to make do with for now."

At this moment, she truly had no mood to cook!

The old Taoist had just emerged from a mystic realm and was about to attend a major sect convention. He was incredibly busy and hung up after speaking just a few words.

Looking at the empty space, alone again, it didn't feel any different from staying in her room.

Without the Jade Pendant, she couldn't even meet Sikong Mo at will.

Ye Jiu sat desolately in the corner, tightly hugging her knees, her head buried in between them, feeling both mentally drained and helpless.

When Sikong Mo entered, he saw Ye Jiu like this.

It was late at night, and he had just found some time to spare. He initially just wanted to check if she was there. Since it was so late, he didn't hold much hope.

But unexpectedly, she was in the space, sitting in the corner with her head buried, and even in sleep, her body exuded a melancholic aura.

Walking over, Sikong Mo picked her up and then placed her on a blanket nearby, straightening her body before noticing a band of cloth wrapped around her neck, faintly stained with blood.

His hand gently rested on it, yet he dared not exert any pressure, the darkness in Sikong Mo's eyes deepened.

Someone had hurt her, but who?

After a moment, Sikong Mo intended to get up to fetch a blanket to cover her, but Ye Jiu suddenly tackled him, holding him tightly.

"Jiujiu..." Knowing she was awake, Sikong Mo initially wanted to ask about the injury around her neck.

But he had barely spoken when Ye Jiu said, "Don't talk, just let me hold you, okay?"

She cried, her voice a bit hoarse!

Sikong Mo said no more, but instead held her in his arms, using his body to comfort her, to keep her warm.

Slowly, Ye Jiu's breathing stabilized, and she drifted back into sleep.

Mr. He walked out of the station all the way until he reached the carriage, where he finally broke down and sobbed uncontrollably.

Old Man Ye and Ye Gaosheng quickly followed. Seeing Mr. He like this, Old Man Ye hurriedly went to help her, "Old woman, why did you have to say those hurtful things to the child?

The Prince has already said that even if the child is acknowledged, they would not sever our relationship with the child.

Besides, Xiaojiu also said that even if she has to go to the capital city, she would like to take us along, whether we go or not. Isn't her intention enough, why did you have to..."

Why did you have to speak so absolutely, yet now you hide here alone and cry when no one is around?

Moreover, in her heart, she didn't really think so.

Whether biologically theirs or not, they had raised the child with their own hands, investing even more emotions than they had in their own biological son.

How could it possibly be, that just because there was no blood relation, they could just sever it!