Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

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Chapter 998: Removing the Slave Mark

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Lu Fenying said again, "Eat more."

Mo Qian'er sighed. She was going to be free anyway, so she might as well bear with it.

She sat down, and Lu Fenying gave her his bowl. "Eat."

Mo Qian'er took it and ate quietly.

"How is it? Xiu'er made it today," Lu Fenying asked coldly.

"It's quite delicious," Mo Qian'er replied truthfully.

Although Xiu'er did have an ulterior motive, how many people didn't have feelings for someone like Lu Fenying?

Didn't she herself have feelings for him before?

Xiu'er's cooking skills were really good. This hotpot could whet the appetite of someone who initially didn't want to eat.

She really hadn't wanted to eat earlier, but she now found it delicious. She even picked up two more pieces.

Lu Fenying looked at her coldly. She could really eat.

Xiu'er stood on the side and helped Lu Fenying cook the mutton.

A servant was about to help prepare the food for Mo Qian'er, but Mo Qian'er told her to step down. It was better to cook it herself.

There were always people and things in the way. If she didn't distract herself by doing some things herself, she would feel suffocated.

When Lu Fenying finally put down his chopsticks, Mo Qian'er put hers aside as well and said, "Your Majesty, I would like to borrow your slave mark flute for a look. Is that okay?"

Lu Fenying had the slave mark flute with him at all times. It was impossible to steal it, so she may as well ask for it.

No matter how wary Lu Fenying was, he couldn't know that she could undo the slave mark.

Lu Fenying glanced at her. "Why? Want to see if it can hurt you?"

"I just want to see the thing that's keeping me trapped," Mo Qian'er said softly.

Lu Fenying took out the slave mark flute and threw it to her. Even if the slave mark flute wasn't on him, as long as he summoned it, it would return to him.

So, he was never afraid of it being stolen.

Mo Qian'er took the slave mark flute, stood up, and walked to her room.

Lu Fenying smiled coldly. Gu Bailu had been acting all mysterious after they entered the palace; he wondered what she was up to.

Mo Qian'er looked at the slave mark flute in her hand. It was completely black and covered in a thin layer of black mist as it gave off a gloomy air.

She picked up the contract which the white dragon had given to her and put the slave mark flute on it. The slave mark flute emitted a faint black light that spread further and further until a black figure appeared in the air.

"You want to lift the seal?"

Mo Qian'er stared blankly at the figure formed by the black mist. Before she could come back to her senses, she heard the shadow speak.

His voice was hollow and deep.

"Yes… The contract was signed back then. Can you help me undo it?" Mo Qian'er asked tentatively.

The shadow said in a low voice, "I can undo it for you, but I have to ask for my master's opinion."

"Who's your master?"

"Your man."

Mo Qian'er's eyes widened. "The Dragon King and Queen signed a contract with you. Why do you need your master's opinion? The contract is here."

"I know this is the contract, but it was my master who helped put the seal on you. You have to ask for his opinion. Also, my master lost his life back then to help put the seal on you. You dragons owe him for that."

"What… What do you mean?"

"The reason you are able to survive until today is because my master protected you all this time, and you want to leave without even letting him know?"

"Do- does he know who I am?" Mo Qian'er asked curiously.

"He doesn't know for now, but I am just his tool. Back then, he lost his life to help put the seal on you. Even after he was reincarnated, he was still weak and sickly when he was born. He was hated by his parents and almost died in a wolf's den. Are all dragons as ungrateful as you?"