My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 733: Little Yangyang Mischievously Captivating Hearts, Moo Moo Da! 2

Chapter 733: Chapter 733: Little Yangyang Mischievously Captivating Hearts, Moo Moo Da! 2

How could the four masters possibly not know Su Chaoyang’s clever little thoughts?

They didn’t expose her; instead, they echoed her sentiments.

"Yangyang, the future of the Mystery Sect depends on you; this is also why I accepted you as my disciple."

"Yangyang, you are the Queen’s own daughter. In the future, no one on the Mu Continent will rival your influence. It is your master’s fortune, and even more so, the Mystery Sect’s fortune, that you joined us."

"Yangyang, your master has high hopes for you."

"Go for it, my little treasure~~"

Each master added a compliment, further boosting the sense of collective honor and shame among the people.

Su Chaoyang, the little treasure with a long road ahead, nodded her little head. "Masters, Baby will continue to work hard and won’t let down the four masters’ nurturing of Yangyang. Goodbye for now, Masters, bye-bye for now~~"

Ending the call, Su Chaoyang told Elder Mu Third, "On behalf of Mommy, I’m officially letting you go. You’re free to leave, and everyone else can disperse too, but..."

The last three words made Elder Mu Third’s nerves tighten.

Su Chaoyang calculated with her fingers and said, "Never mind, it’s not important. We’ll talk about it later."

This... It was like a death row inmate, living in dread every day, waiting for the sentence to be pronounced.

Elder Mu Third was getting on in years and couldn’t handle the mental stress. He pressed his temples, his voice pained, "Little Uncle Master, why don’t you just tell me now?"

Su Chaoyang calculated with her fingers again and said, "Are there many people with depression in Baitown City?"

After speaking, the little fellow looked around and asked the crowd, "Be honest, how many of you suffer from depression? No hiding, raise your hands if it’s true~~"

Who would willingly admit to being depressed, even though many in society suffered from it to some degree?

Su Chaoyang waited a while. Seeing no one raise their hands, she said in a regretful, babyish voice, "If there’s none, then let it be. Baby was thinking, since my mommy is the Divine Doctor, she could treat everyone’s depression. Since no one needs treatment, then it’s all good. Disperse, disperse, don’t crowd here. Isn’t it nicer to go home and lie down?"

Suddenly, someone raised their hand. "Is treatment possible?"

Another person said, "I think I’ve heard that the Queen of the Mu Continent is a Divine Doctor; there’s no illness she cannot cure. Maybe it really can be done."

"Can you treat my mom?" a young girl also raised her hand. "My mom has severe depression."

A middle-aged man raised his hand and said, "My daughter has depression too."

More and more people began to raise their hands.

Somehow, depression seemed particularly severe in Baitown City. With people’s hearts unable to find relief, they turned to the Mystery Sect even more as a means of salvation.

"Of course! My mommy is the light of the world!"

Su Chaoyang had figured it out. Her mommy wanting to win over Baitown City and gain the hearts of its people wouldn’t be achieved just by her bluffing today. She needed to truly let the people of Baitown City feel her greatness.

On the other hand, after Xiaobai had spent two hours soaking in the Dragon Pond, Si Mingjing and the others left the vicinity of the dragon veins and returned to the magnificent and mysterious Temple. Only then did everyone finally have the interest and mood to ponder the murals inside.

Sheng Liuyun took pictures of all the murals inside the Temple, treating them as precious material he planned to take back for slow contemplation and study. He loved to research such things, being a scholarly youth.

Mo Yinhe held Si Mingjing’s hand. Looking at the murals, he said, "This must be the origin story of your Dragon Clan. Baby, you’ve found your roots."

Si Mingjing pursed her lips, looked at Mo Yinhe, and said, "I found my root long ago."

Hmm?

"My root is right here." Her finger jabbed Mo Yinhe’s sturdy chest.

Mo Yinhe felt her finger poking right where his heart was and was instantly filled with joy. A slight curve appeared on his lips as he bent down to steal a kiss on her cheek, asking, "Is your mouth always this sweet?"

Si Mingjing couldn’t conceal the smile on her lips. Pretending to look up seriously at the mural, she said, "I’m just telling the truth. I feel like my root is right there."

Mo Yinhe adored the sweetness of her words at that moment.

Bo Leng walked ahead of the couple, inevitably overhearing their lovey-dovey exchange. He glanced back at Si Mingjing, coughed lightly, and said, "Later, you should have a good chat with your sister-in-law."

Hmm? Si Mingjing was puzzled. Chat about what?

"How to please a man."

Si Mingjing: "..."

Mo Yinhe caught on and burst into loud laughter.

He shifted from holding her hand to wrapping his arm around his delicate wife’s waist, pulling her into his embrace. He said to Bo Leng, "Brother-in-law, didn’t you hear what my wife said? This isn’t about pleasing; it’s a genuine sentiment from the bottom of her heart. This kind of thing can’t be envied."

"Daddy, Daddy, what does that mean?" Ye Nianbai, having soaked in the Dragon Pond for two hours, was now full of energy, looking at the murals like a curious baby.

Mo Yinhe said, "Look for yourself. Didn’t your kindergarten teachers teach you how to look at pictures and tell stories?"

Ye Nianbai retorted disdainfully, "This young master would never learn such childish stuff."

"This little dragon knows!"

Bo Fengyin, following behind his uncle, looked at the murals and boasted, "Daddy, this little dragon will tell it to you. This little dragon has understood it all, you know!"

"Alright, Mommy and Daddy are listening. You tell us," Mo Yinhe said, encouraging his child to think freely.

Bo Fengyin, with a cute swagger, playfully flicked his shiny little Dragon Horns and began, "A long, long, long, long time ago..."

Bo Fengyin had barely started when Ye Nianbai interrupted, "How do you know exactly how long ago it was?"

Bo Fengyin disliked being interrupted when telling a story. He pouted and grumbled, "Don’t interrupt! Every story starts with ’a long, long, long, long time ago.’ Got a problem with that?"

"Oh, alright then."

Bo Fengyin continued, "There was a super, super, super beautiful little dragon girl..."

Ye Nianbai cut in again, "How do you know she was super beautiful?"

His train of thought interrupted again, Bo Fengyin nearly exploded. "The heroine is always beautiful! If she isn’t, she can’t be the heroine! See for yourself, isn’t the one on the mural beautiful?"

On the mural was a graceful lady. Although depicted in simple strokes, the few elegant lines managed to outline the woman’s delicate beauty and ethereal aura, inspiring limitless imagination.

"Oh, oh." Ye Nianbai pursed his lips, nodding, and added, "Anyway, she’s not as pretty as my Jingjing. Continue then."

Bo Fengyin stood with his hands on his hips, huffing, "You better not interrupt again!"

"Fine."

His flow broken, Bo Fengyin looked at the mural once more, organized his thoughts, and continued, "She loved to travel the mountains and rivers, loved to ride the clouds and wander everywhere. One day, she wandered to Jianglong Mountain and found the place spirited, with majestic mountains and rivers. She descended beside a river, intending to enjoy the scenery and take a lovely, natural, oxygen-rich bath. Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon a very, very, very handsome man also bathing in the water. In that moment, her heart blossomed with joy; it was love at first sight, her little heart going THUMP, THUMP, THUMP..."