Chapter 1666: Chapter 1666: The Little Fox’s Feelings

For the Fourth Prince, a thorn in the Crown Prince’s side, this visit was also an opportunity to eliminate him.

He was polite to these brothers on the surface, but ruthless behind their backs.

A secret was hidden within the scepter, and only those who submitted to him would survive.

What genius nonsense, if they didn’t submit to him, he would kill them all.

Everyone present was excited, secretly admiring the Crown Prince’s leadership qualities.

Clearly, he could monopolize the opportunity for himself, yet he chose to share it with everyone present.

Even Bai Qianqian found it strange and whispered to Long Fei, “The Crown Prince is acting a bit odd, isn’t he? Such a narrow-minded person, why would he willingly share the opportunity with everyone?”

Long Fei had already noticed something was amiss and pondered a few reasons, but only time would reveal the truth.

He instructed Bai Qianqian, “No matter what his intentions are, when we get down there, stay by my side and don’t act alone.”

Bai Qianqian giggled, “Of course, I’ll be like your shadow, wherever you go, I’ll follow.”

She took out a special leather tent, similar to a yurt, and set it up on the snow.

The Crown Prince didn’t plan to go down today; he was waiting for others to arrive before going together.

It was night, and they had to spend a night on this icy plain.

Bai Qianqian’s tent was a common item among Snowfield people, similar to a yurt, with an automatic retractable device that set up with just a few throws.

The two of them went inside and lit a stove for warmth.

Bai Qianqian, still enthusiastic, made milk tea with Snowfield bear milk, which gave off a unique fragrance once boiled.

She poured a cup for Long Fei and bravely asked, “Brother Fatty Dragon, you must have a lot of girls around you, right?”

“I suppose,”

Long Fei took a sip and smiled, asking, “What do you want to ask?”

Bai Qianqian rubbed her hands, “I want to ask, do you have a wife?”

“I do!”

Long Fei nodded calmly, hiding nothing.

Bai Qianqian pouted a bit disappointed, “How many?”

Long Fei thought for a moment, “Just one, for now.”

He had consummated relationships with Wang Xiaoya and Ji Wanrong, but they weren’t officially recognized as his wives.

Bai Qianqian pursed her lips, muttering, “That’s acceptable, not too many. Our Fox Clan typically has multiple wives, and a man can have over a dozen.”

She blinked her big eyes and asked Long Fei, “Do you mind interspecies relationships?”

Long Fei almost choked on the bear milk he was drinking and scolded her, “Why so many questions today? You’re too young to be thinking about this!”

Bai Qianqian mumbled, “I’m already a hundred and eighty, which is equivalent to an eighteen-year-old girl among your Human Race, and I’m old enough to consider marriage.”

“So you’re thinking about marriage, huh?”

Long Fei sipped the bear milk and nodded, contemplating, “Next time, I’ll find you a handsome guy that will definitely satisfy you.”

“You’re such a blockhead!”

Bai Qianqian exclaimed in frustration, directly stating, “I like someone like you. I want to marry you and be your wife. Are you willing or not?”

Long Fei almost spat out the bear milk he was drinking, coughed twice, and asked, “Are all you Demon Clan this straightforward?”

Bai Qianqian blushed, “Not all of us, those kinds of things are usually said by guys first.”

She fiddled with her hands, her head drooping low.

Previously, boys always chased her, but now it was different. Being so proactive towards a boy was embarrassing.

Long Fei patted her on the head and explained, “Let me be direct too; I have a fierce wife. She’s very jealous and usually can’t accept other women sharing her husband. So, let’s just be siblings. It’s simple and doesn’t involve complicated relationships.”

He used his wife as an excuse to avoid making Bai Qianqian lose too much face.

Bai Qianqian stared wide-eyed, “So what do you think of me? Do you like me even a little?”

Long Fei smiled, “You’re so adorable, of course, I like you! From the start, I’ve treated you like my little sister. If you need any help, I as your brother would definitely help.”

“I don’t want to be your sister, I want to be your wife!”

Bai Qianqian grimaced, pondering that maybe they hadn’t known each other long enough.

Perhaps, with more time, this blockhead might accept her.

She didn’t force Long Fei to accept her immediately, asking him, “After this matter is settled, can I visit your home to meet your wife?”

“Of course.”

Long Fei nodded, saying, “She’s a very kind person. As long as you don’t speak nonsense, she’ll surely like you.”

Bai Qianqian nodded enthusiastically, “Then it’s a deal!”

She thought that since Long Fei was afraid of his wife, perhaps befriending her might help him accept her.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but feel smug, praising the cleverness of her Fox Clan.

Throughout the day, more cultivators arrived.

Not just the Human Race, but also the Demon Clan.

The Eight Great Demon Kings who were defeated last night came with their clans, setting up camps separately from the Human Race.

For a while, the campsite was bustling like a market, full of people.

Experienced loose cultivators set up stalls, selling all kinds of peculiar items.

Bai Qianqian, bored in the tent, dragged Long Fei out to browse the stalls.

In the freezing weather, someone was actually selling frozen fruit juice.

Bai Qianqian grabbed Long Fei and bought two cups, the cold rushing into their heads with each sip.

She clung to Long Fei’s hand like a girl in love.

Seeing others buying clothes, she asked Long Fei to buy her two pieces.

The loose cultivator claimed they were made from Ice Silkworm silk, but Long Fei felt they were just ordinary gauze skirts.

However, since Bai Qianqian liked them, he didn’t expose the vendor, buying whatever the girl wanted.

When passing a stall filled with medicinal herbs, Long Fei stopped.

In the vendor’s herb box, one herb caught Long Fei’s eye.

This herb turned out to be the turtle shell he had been searching for!

The Spirit Blood Stone he had cut from the Stone Workshop was completely absorbed by Little Xuan Turtle.

He had pieced together only a small part of the turtle shell.

The vendor had five or six pieces, which greatly surprised Long Fei.

Seeing Long Fei’s interest in his items, the vendor eagerly served him, “What would you like to see, sir? Our herbs here are the finest in the world. Take a look at this ginseng, all over a hundred years old.”

He said, taking out a sun-dried radish root for Long Fei.

The radish root had been soaked in ginseng tonic, emitting a ginseng aroma, but Long Fei recognized it as merely a dried radish.

In these markets, transactions were usually one-time deals.

Ten out of ten vendors were swindlers.

The extra one was solely there to help boost sales.

Before Long Fei could speak, a vendor came over, helping to exaggerate, “Wow, a hundred-year-old ginseng! This must be Snowfield Ginseng, a rarity!”