My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 729: Yangyang Takes Charge in a Crisis 2

Chapter 729: Chapter 729: Yangyang Takes Charge in a Crisis 2

Su Chaoyang held The Third Eye that Si Lisao had given her. She opened the box and saw a beautiful sphere inside. She reached in with her little hand to touch it, once, then again. As excited as if she’d tasted honey, she exclaimed, "Wow! Wow! Uncle, this is a wonderful thing!"

Su Zhi glanced at it uninterestedly. Other than its beauty, he couldn’t see anything mysterious about it.

Xi Jinrong also came over. "Is this The Third Eye from Gendaya?" he asked. "It’s said to be a national treasure capable of granting superpowers. How could this thing grant superpowers?"

Gu Changbin struck a thoughtful pose, resting his fist on his chin. "I can’t tell," he said.

Si Lisao couldn’t tell either, but he knew it was an artifact from the Mystery Sect. "Perhaps only someone from the Mystery Sect can wield The Third Eye," he said. "Let Yangyang try."

"Yangyang is from the Mystery Sect?" Xi Jinrong and Gu Changbin were shocked once more.

Si Lisao snorted coldly. "Ask him!"

Xi Jinrong and Gu Changbin both looked at Su Zhi with questioning eyes. "You’re a Prince of the Dragon Clan! How could you let your little niece get involved with the Mystery Sect? Have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten that for centuries, even millennia, the Daoist Temple nearly achieved equal standing with the Dragon Temple?"

Su Zhi jolted upright, retorting, "Don’t look at me like that! I’m no traitor to the Dragon Clan!"

"So you let your little niece learn the arts of the Mystery Sect?"

"You think I wanted this?"

He felt so wronged!

He hadn’t even known those old ancestors from the Mystery Sect would take an interest in Yangyang!

If he had known earlier, he would have taken strict precautions!

Unfortunately, by the time he realized, Yangyang had already spent a year learning the arts of the Mystery Sect from several of its elders. She had developed a keen interest and insisted on continuing her studies. What could he do?

Beat her severely with a bamboo cane until she was too scared to continue?

Su Zhi couldn’t bear to do that!

Su Zhi had never even smacked Yangyang’s little palm. She cried before him daily, tearing his heart to shreds, so he had no choice but to foolishly agree. He felt utterly helpless!

At that moment, Yangyang, who was sitting on his lap, took The Third Eye from its velvet box. She cradled it in her arms, her chubby little hands stroking it repeatedly while she babbled incomprehensible Mystery Terminology.

Suddenly, The Third Eye illuminated. Like a cat’s eye, it seemed to come alive, gazing intently at everyone.

Si Lisao, Gu Changbin, Xi Jinrong, and Su Zhi, who had gathered around, stared at The Third Eye without blinking.

A single glance was enough to draw them in.

Little Su Chaoyang lifted her small head and noticed the varied expressions on her uncles’ faces: pleasure, pain, turmoil, and anger. She pursed her small, pink lips.

Her uncles must be gazing into The Third Eye, witnessing scenes from their deepest pasts, right?

Fearing her uncles would be drawn in too deep, Little Su Chaoyang quickly covered The Third Eye with her small, chubby hands, preventing them from looking further. She simultaneously chanted more Mystery Terminology. "...Swift as decree, stop!" she commanded.

The next moment, Si Lisao, Gu Changbin, Xi Jinrong, and Su Zhi all snapped back to their senses, gasping for breath.

Even the usually composed Si Lisao reached up to wipe sweat from his forehead. "What is this?" he asked, his voice heavy.

Gu Changbin rubbed his face hard. "Where’s the restroom?" he exclaimed. "This Prince urgently needs to pee!"

"What did you all see?" Su Zhi wasn’t sure if what he’d seen was the same as his brothers.

Xi Jinrong refused to say, countering, "And what did you see?"

Seeing her uncles’ guilty and panicked expressions, Little Su Chaoyang said in a comforting, childlike voice, "Uncles, what you saw were all different things. Oh, they were memories deeply hidden in your subconscious."

"Different?" Su Zhi secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Caressing his chin, he said, "This Third Eye is truly somewhat sinister—an artifact of deviant practices."

Little Su Chaoyang rolled her eyes.

"Uncle, it’s not a deviant practice!"

Su Zhi wouldn’t listen. He resolved not to look at The Third Eye again anyway. His mind hadn’t yet recovered from the scene he’d just witnessed; he needed to calm down.

Su Chaoyang jumped from Su Zhi’s lap to the ground. Cradling The Third Eye in her hands, she shouted, "Leilei, GO! GO! GO! Let’s go meet Old Man Mu!"

Xi Lei, Gu Shurong, and Ye Jingzhe came over, wanting to accompany Su Chaoyang.

Si Lisao called for a guard to accompany them, and he set off with Su Chaoyang and the four little dragon cubs.

Old Man Mu was confined to a room on the second floor of the city hall. He stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, observing the ever-growing crowd of his followers gathering outside, and contentedly stroked his grizzled beard.

Also confined in the room was one of Old Man Mu’s young apprentices, Shen Wushuang. He was in his twenties and of average height—around 1.7 meters. With a sharp, simian face that wasn’t particularly handsome, he was nonetheless deeply favored by Old Man Mu.

Shen Wushuang stood behind Old Man Mu. "Master," he said, "the number of protestors is increasing. I believe this will exert immense pressure on that war-obsessed maniac, Bo Leng. He must be like an ant on a hot pan right now, even more anxious than we are!"

Old Man Mu didn’t respond. He remained standing before the window, calculating on his fingers. Then he said, "...This is not good."

"Master, this is excellent!" Shen Wushuang exclaimed. "Your status in Baitown City is comparable to the Grand Priest’s on the Mu Continent. Even if Gendaya cedes Baitown City, handing it over to the Mu Continent, the citizens here won’t submit to them."

Shen Wushuang had earned Old Man Mu’s favor precisely with his glib, flattering tongue.

"Master, rest assured," he continued. "That Si Mingjing, the Dragon Clan Queen of the Mu Continent, even if she obtains The Third Eye, she won’t be able to control it. She can’t win the loyalty of Baitown City’s people."

Yet, Old Man Mu’s calculations clearly indicated that the loyalty of Baitown City’s people would soon be won. What was happening?

At that moment, the closed door swung open.

Two stern-faced guards entered. "Come out!" one of them ordered matter-of-factly.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Shen Wushuang shouted, his voice a warning. "I’m telling you, if you harm a single hair on my master’s head, the entire city’s populace will never forgive you! You’d better consider the consequences!"

The guards paid Shen Wushuang no heed. "To the city hall square!" one said. "Her Majesty the Queen has agreed to the terms under which you are willing to submit. She will give you her answer now."

Shen Wushuang asked in confusion, "Are you saying Her Majesty, your Queen of the Mu Continent, intends to wield The Third Eye right here, right now?"

The guard didn’t answer, merely waiting quietly for the two of them to emerge.

"Master, this... this isn’t possible, is it?"

Old Man Mu stroked his grizzled beard. Also finding it hard to believe, he scoffed, "Hmph. Let’s go see what this is all about!"

...

Meanwhile, after Xiaobai had soaked in the Dragon Pond for a full two hours, Si Mingjing and the others retraced their steps to the sacred Temple. Only then did they feel inclined to study the murals within.