Chapter 402: Reincarnation of the Goddess
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“Scholar, is this painting of the black dragon in a floral jacket for sale?” someone squeezed forward and asked.
The scholar shook his head, “This one is not for sale. I plan to keep it as a family heirloom so that my descendants can all see it. But I can repaint it—anyone who wants one can place a deposit first…”
“Me, me, I want one!”
“I want one too!”
“Make me a copy! This is the National Spirit of our Southern Kingdom! It must be passed down for generations!”
The common folk swarmed forward, eager to pay, while the Black Dragon, face filled with despair, was pushed out of the crowd.
“I… I was seen wearing a floral jacket?!” he asked Lu Chao Chao in shock.
Lu Chao Chao laughed dryly, avoiding his gaze.
“Come, come! National Spirit Black Dragon’s floral jacket for sale! Buying it is a fortune!”
“Black Dragon’s Floral Jacket—soak in the dragon’s aura, gain divine protection!”
“Come! The Black Dragon’s beloved!”
Upon hearing the words “Black Dragon’s beloved,” Zhu Mo clutched his chest. This towering, imposing man held his heart and burst into tears.
Sniffling and sobbing, he wailed, “Chao Chao…”
“I have disgraced the Dragon Clan!!”
Oh, heavens! After a thousand years, his first grand appearance ended in an absolute catastrophe!
Even dragons have pride!
Seeing Zhu Mo squatting and crying miserably, Lu Chao Chao tried to comfort him, “Don’t cry! Think of something positive…”
His eyes, full of tears, lifted. “What positive thing?”
“Before, the Dragon Clan was just… the Dragon Clan. Ordinary people had no clear image of them. But you’re different. Now, when they think of dragons, they’ll picture you in a floral jacket… Everyone will remember you! You’ve single-handedly outshone the entire Dragon Clan!”
Zhu Mo’s tears fell even harder. He looked at her in despair, “You’re saying… me wearing a floral jacket will be burned into history, eternally remembered by mortals?”
“Uh…”
Lu Chao Chao looked to the sky, feeling guilty. Probably… maybe… possibly…?
Just then, Xie Yu Zhou appeared out of nowhere. “Chao Chao, he looks like he’s about to break apart…”
Behind him were Xu Shi Yun and others.
Before Lu Chao Chao could react, Xu Shi Yun rushed forward, scooping her up and holding her tightly. With both tenderness and resolve, she held her child close. “My Chao Chao, you almost scared me to death…”
Her voice was trembling.
“Mother, Chao Chao is heavy! You have a baby in your belly…” Lu Chao Chao was still thinking about her unborn sibling.
Through tears and laughter, Xu Shi Yun said, “Such a little adult! Mother is fine…”
Smelling her mother’s familiar fragrance, Lu Chao Chao instantly felt safe.
Despite her mother being a mortal—fragile and delicate—she always made Lu Chao Chao feel an unimaginable sense of security.
Rong Che carefully examined her from head to toe.
“No injuries, no injuries, not a single scratch.”
“Let Rong Daddy check if you’ve lost weight…” Rong Che took Lu Chao Chao, lifted her slightly, and weighed her.
Illusion? She seemed… heavier?
She had been exiled to Grievous Prison, yet she gained weight? Rong Che doubted reality!
“You must have suffered in Grievous Prison, right?” Xu Shi Yun refused to let go of Lu Chao Chao’s little hand, eyes never leaving her daughter.
They walked toward the Ning Family together.
“Mother, Grievous Prison is so fun! There were many kind uncles who caught fish for Chao Chao, cooked for Chao Chao, even wore skirts and danced to make Chao Chao happy…”
“The outside world spread lies! All rumors!”
“At night, they even sang lullabies to help Chao Chao sleep. Not scary at all!” Lu Chao Chao defended the prison elders.
The Black Dragon drooped his head, lifting his eyelids to glance at her.
“The people in Grievous Prison being kind—this is the first time I’ve heard such a thing…” Rong Che muttered. After carefully observing Lu Chao Chao, he was relieved to see her bright eyes and clear demeanor.
As everyone returned home to prepare a feast, Zhu Mo whispered, “The Royal Family summons me. May I go?”
Lu Chao Chao waved him off.
Only then did Zhu Mo turn toward the exit. Xie Yu Zhou, sneaky as ever, trailed behind him.
“Brat, why are you following me?” Zhu Mo’s eyelid twitched. Gone was the warmth and gentleness he showed Lu Chao Chao—his tone was distant and cold.
Xie Yu Zhou grinned, “Are you the Black Dragon?”
Zhu Mo!!!
“I am not! You’ve got the wrong person!”
Gritting his teeth, Zhu Mo quickened his pace. Black Dragon? What Black Dragon??
From now on, he was simply Zhu Mo!!!
Several times, he tried to take off the floral jacket, but every time he looked up—damn it—the streets were filled with floral jackets.
Each one reminding him of his eternal legend.
“This life is too long. If only I could die and start over…” Zhu Mo murmured in a daze.
When he finally shed the floral jacket and arrived in his dragon form at the Palace, the Old Emperor was already waiting in the Worship Hall with all his descendants.
The Old Emperor exuded an aura of decay. Beside him stood a young girl.
She appeared twelve or thirteen, her dark hair pinned with a wooden hairpin, her face untouched by makeup. She wore plain white robes and held a staff. A strange aura surrounded her—one that calmed hearts and soothed minds.
Nan Feng Yu gazed at Nan Zhi Yi with quiet pride.
As the Dragon’s Roar echoed, all royal members knelt in respect.
Nan Zhi Yi remained standing, bowing slightly.
Like an aloof Snow Lotus blooming atop a frozen peak, her expression was cool and detached.
“Forgive us, National Spirit, but Zhi Yi is the Reincarnation of a Goddess and must not kneel to outsiders…” Nan Feng Yu spoke humbly, but her pride was barely concealed.
“Born with knowledge?” The Black Dragon coiled within the hall, remaining in his true form.
“Yes. On the day of her first words, she predicted calamities and saved our Southern Kingdom from countless disasters…”
“Since birth, she has been pure-hearted and kind—never consuming meat, unwilling to harm even a blade of grass.”
Her brows carried a sorrowful compassion.
The Old Emperor patted her hand, immensely satisfied.
“Zhi Yi prayed for the nation and spent three years cultivating in the Forbidden Grounds, suffering greatly.” In those years, she had never once left, nor had anyone entered.
She lowered her eyes. “Praying for the world is my honor.”
“She is about to ascend, so we brought her to pay respects to the National Spirit today.” Nan Feng Yu had plans—if the Black Dragon submitted to her daughter, it would solidify her status.
The Black Dragon extended a claw, touching the girl’s forehead.
Nan Feng Yu clenched her fists, watching anxiously.
Nan Zhi Yi, however, remained calm, allowing him to examine her.
The Black Dragon hesitated, surprised. “Indeed, she has Divine Bones. Who would have thought the small Southern Kingdom held such fortune!”
But…
Why did her aura feel so familiar?