Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 201 – Pureblood Princess Longwu

Long Teng’s gaze lingered on Lin Fan for a moment. It was a complex expression, a mixture of inquiry and a hint of understanding.

As the Lord of Border Dragon City, he had naturally heard some rumors about Long Jingyun.

This talented nephew of the younger generation was exceptionally gifted in cultivation, but his proclivities in certain areas were rather unseemly.

However, he didn’t say much, merely hiding his scrutiny deep within his eyes and putting a warm smile back on his face.

“Nephew Jingyun, please, come in. The banquet is ready.”

The banquet hall of the City Lord’s manor was luxurious and magnificent.

Giant luminous stones illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime. The long dining table was laden with all sorts of delicacies, many of which were the flesh and blood of otherworldly Demonic Creatures that Lin Fan had never seen before, emitting alluring fluctuations of Spirit Energy.

Long Jingyun sat down imposingly next to the main seat, while Lin Fan stood silently behind him like an emotionless puppet, her hands clasped.

After three rounds of drinks.

Long Teng raised a glass of crimson liquid and spoke, feigning nonchalance.

“Nephew, this maid behind you… seems to be quite badly injured. Could it be you ran into some tactless bandits on the road?”

Hearing this, Long Jingyun let out a sneer. He picked up a roasted, golden-brown beast leg and took a vicious bite, his mouth filling with grease.

“Uncle Long Teng, you worry too much.”

He chewed, his words muffled, and waved his hand dismissively.

“She was just being disobedient, so I taught her a small lesson, that’s all.”

As soon as he said this, the originally lively atmosphere in the hall instantly quieted by half.

The few Dragon Clan generals accompanying them at the banquet all lowered their heads, pretending to focus on the food on their plates, but their ears were all pricked up.

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The smile on Long Teng’s face didn’t change, but the hand holding the wine glass paused in mid-air for a fraction of a second.

“I see. Nephew’s way of disciplining his servants is truly… one of a kind.”

Lin Fan kept her head down, able to feel several gazes landing on her, faint and indistinct.

Under the effect of her “Tyranny” talent, her wounds still sent out wisps of stinging pain, which in turn transformed into waves of pleasure.

She forcefully suppressed her body’s instinctive reaction, her mind racing with calculations.

Long Teng, peak level seven, his aura as steady as a mountain. An old fox.

Long Jingyun, early level seven, arrogant, conceited, and cruel. A spoiled second-generation heir.

Neither of them was to be trifled with.

Just then, the sound of light footsteps came from the entrance of the banquet hall.

“Father!”

A crisp and pleasant voice, like that of an oriole, rang out.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a young woman in a gorgeous golden dress hiking up her skirt as she walked in quickly.

Unlike other members of the Dragon Clan who only used Dragon Scales to cover their bodies, she wore a dress.

In Lin Fan’s opinion, this Pureblood Dragon Clan girl’s aesthetic sense surpassed that of most of her kind.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a cascade of brilliant golden hair that fell to her waist. Her skin was fairer than snow, and her features were delicate and soft.

Like Long Jingyun, she also had a pair of pure golden Dragon horns on her head.

A Pureblood Dragon Clan member, Long Wu.

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The only daughter of Border Dragon City’s Lord, Long Teng.

The moment she appeared, the entire hall seemed to brighten.

Seeing his daughter, Long Teng’s stern face immediately broke into a doting smile.

“Wu’er, why are you only just arriving?”

However, Long Wu’s gaze didn’t linger on her father at all.

She passed through the crowd, her bright golden eyes locked directly onto Long Jingyun, filled with undisguised joy and adoration.

“Brother Jingyun!”

Like a cheerful fawn, Long Wu ran to Long Jingyun’s side in a few steps and affectionately grabbed his arm.

“When did you arrive? Why didn’t you send someone to tell me beforehand!”

Long Jingyun hadn’t seen Long Wu in several years. In his memory, she was still a little girl who used to trail behind him.

Seeing her again now, she had blossomed into a graceful young woman.

He enjoyed the girl’s adoration, a playful smile appearing on his face.

“What, it’s only been a few years. You missed me that much?”

“Of course, I did!”

A blush crept onto Long Wu’s cheeks, and her body practically pressed against Long Jingyun’s as if to declare her sovereignty.

She shook his arm coquettishly, and then her gaze shifted inadvertently, finally noticing Lin Fan standing behind him.

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When she saw Lin Fan’s plain maid uniform and the crisscrossing, hideous scars on her body, a trace of curiosity first flashed through her bright eyes.

Then, as she realized this woman was Long Jingyun’s “personal” maid, that curiosity quickly transformed into naked scrutiny and hostility.

She was just a servant. What right did she have to be so close to her Brother Jingyun?

And a female one at that!

A strong sense of possessiveness instantly welled up in her heart.

Long Wu released Long Jingyun’s arm, lifted her chin haughtily, and like a queen inspecting her territory, slowly walked over to Lin Fan.

She looked Lin Fan up and down, her gaze like she was looking at a piece of filthy trash.

“You, what’s your name?” Long Wu’s voice was still crisp, but it had taken on a condescending, interrogative tone.

Lin Fan’s eyes were downcast as she replied in a placid voice, “Reporting to Miss Long Wu, this servant is named Xueqi.”

“Xueqi?”

Long Wu snorted. She suddenly reached out, grabbed Lin Fan’s chin, and forced her to look up.

When she saw that face, which, though cold, could not hide its stunning beauty, the hostility in Long Wu’s eyes intensified.

“You’re somewhat pretty, I suppose. What a pity, you’re so filthy all over, like a slave.”

Her fingers tightened slightly, her tone filled with criticism and disdain.

“Since when did Brother Jingyun’s taste become so poor? To actually use someone like you as a personal maid.”

Faced with such blatant humiliation, Lin Fan remained expressionless, as if she wasn’t the one whose chin was being held.

Long Teng frowned slightly, seeming to think his daughter was being a bit rude, but ultimately said nothing.

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Seeing that Lin Fan wasn’t speaking, Long Wu found it a bit boring. She let go, took a glass of wine from a nearby maid’s tray, and held it out to Lin Fan.

Her posture was elegant, but her tone was an order that brooked no refusal.

“Brother Jingyun has had a long journey. Go and toast him for me.”

Lin Fan remained silent, reaching out with both hands to take the glass.

However, just as her fingertips were about to touch the glass, Long Wu’s wrist suddenly tilted.

Splash—

The entire glass of crimson liquid, without missing its mark, splashed all over Lin Fan’s chest.

The already worn-out black and white maid uniform was instantly stained a large patch of red. It clung wetly to her body, outlining her undulating curves and making her look utterly wretched.

“Oh, my!”

Long Wu let out an exaggerated gasp. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief, her big, innocent eyes looking at Lin Fan, yet they were filled with a triumphant smile.

“I’m so sorry, my hand slipped.”

She looked at Lin Fan and spoke slowly, every word dripping with provocation.

“How do you serve Brother Jingyun when you’re so clumsy?”

“Or could it be…”

Long Wu suddenly leaned closer to Lin Fan, lowered her voice to a volume only the two of them could hear, and said contemptuously.

“The way you serve him doesn’t require hands at all?”