“D-damn it… damn it all…! To think White Ning-jie actually stole a march on me…!”
Zi Ya clutched the crack of the door, peeking inside at the scene within.
Her eyes suddenly reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks before she could stop them.
Her chest felt as if it were being violently squeezed, aching so tightly it was almost unbearable—like something precious had been quietly stolen away from her.
So that glass of red wine… its true purpose had been to secretly carry out the First Embrace ceremony for Father, behind their backs?
White Ning-jie… you damn, shameless cat!
You actually… actually!
You stole a march on me!!!
Zi Ya’s mind flashed back to something White Ning had said before dinner—every word stabbing her heart like needles.
“With your abilities, you can’t do it for now, little Zi Ya.”
She bit her lower lip, anger surging as she clenched her fists tightly.
Those once soft, watery eyes slowly sharpened, becoming keen and blade-like.
Stole a march on me, huh?
Looking down on me, huh?
Think I don’t have the ability, huh?
Then tonight, I’ll prove it to you!
I’m a Dream Demon Queen, after all!
Even though you usually take such good care of me… this time, I absolutely will not give in!
This is Father we’re talking about—how could I let you monopolize him so easily?!
That’s not fair!
Zi Ya took a deep breath.
A faint abyssal black aura began to appear around her body, swirling subtly along the edges of her skirt.
She made up her mind in secret—no matter what, she couldn’t let White Ning-jie’s plan conclude smoothly tonight.
She had to stir up some kind of disturbance.
Suppressing her presence, she quietly waited outside the door for the so-called First Embrace ceremony to finally come to an end.
A moment later—
“Ahh… hahahaha~”
From inside the room came White Ning’s utterly satisfied, light laugh—lazy and alluring, clearly the result of countless feedings finally reaching completion.
And at this moment, Lü Er Lu lying on the bed was no longer the calm, dependable figure he used to be.
The power of the Progenitor’s blood was overwhelmingly tyrannical, completely assimilating his body.
His form had actually shrunk, becoming nearly as petite as White Ning’s—transforming into a delicately sculpted, jade-like little bloodkin.
“From now on, I shall grant you the name Bai Li. I thought of this name long ago.”
White Ning sat at the bedside, her fingertips gently brushing over Lü Er Lu’s newly reborn, delicate skin.
The smooth, jade-like texture made her unconsciously curl her lips into a smile, her voice so gentle it seemed as though it could melt into water.
“From now on, you’ll live on as my daughter—and my beloved—forever happily, Dad~”
The little one on the bed was still sleeping soundly, heavy with the lingering effects of wine, completely unaware of the earth-shaking changes that had happened to his body.
His soft, pink lips were slightly pouted in sleep.
White Ning carefully tucked the blanket around him, then leaned down and placed a gentle goodnight kiss on his smooth forehead.
Her eyes were filled with tenderness and affection.
“From now on, it’ll be my turn to give you good-morning and good-night kisses every day, my daughter~”
With that, she quietly rose from the bed, her steps light and careful, drifting back to her own room like a breeze.
The sound of footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away until it vanished completely.
Zi Ya, listening closely with her ear pressed to the door, felt a sly glint flash through her eyes.
White Ning-jie has gone back to her room?
Good… then it’s finally my turn.
I won’t be a useless daughter or little sister who can only watch everything happen.
Even if you’re my real sister, today I’m going to interfere!
After confirming that White Ning had truly left, Zi Ya hurried back to her own room.
From the deepest part of her bookshelf, she pulled out a forbidden tome titled “Dream Demon Transformation.”
She rapidly skimmed through it, committing the crucial spell to memory.
Then, like a mischievous little fox, she tiptoed silently through the corridor and gently pushed open Lü Er Lu’s—no, Bai Li’s—bedroom door.
“…Huh?”
At first glance, Zi Ya nearly jumped in shock, thinking White Ning was still there.
But upon closer inspection, she quickly realized something was different.
White Ning would never sleep with her mouth open, drooling slightly, nor would she be wearing such ridiculously oversized clothes that made her figure look even smaller.
Looking at the tiny figure sprawled across most of the bed in an unrestrained, utterly unladylike sleeping posture, Zi Ya’s shoulders shook as she struggled to hold back laughter.
Much of the anger in her heart quietly melted away.
Damn it… Father…
How could White Ning-jie turn you into this…
The sight before her was so absurdly cute that it completely disrupted her emotions.
No, no—now’s not the time to think about that.
There’ll be plenty of time later. Right now, I need to focus on what I came here to do.
Swallowing hard, determination flashed in Zi Ya’s eyes as she quietly moved closer…
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