Chapter 236: Little Jianjia

White Dew leaned against the head of the bed, her young face still marked with damp tear stains.

Her delicate nose was flushed red, and she occasionally let out a soft, uncontrollable sob, looking utterly pitiable—a far cry from her usual self.

“Do you know your mistake now?” Jiang Huai asked.

Her slender waist lay prone, as flexible as if she had no bones.

A pair of porcelain-white, elegantly arched bare feet rested against Jiang Huai’s body, her expression submissive and satisfied.

“I know my mistake,” White Dew replied, sniffing again as she spoke in a low voice.

Just a moment ago, Jiang Huai had clearly satisfied her twisted wish, showing no mercy in his punishment.

At this moment, the young woman’s face was covered in tears, and her long hair was matted messily against her cheeks and neck.

The entire dragon looked like a delicate flower ravaged by a violent storm—broken, beautiful, and pathetic.

There wasn’t a trace of the high-and-mighty White Dragon Clan Leader who looked down on all living things.

Yet, her expression was one of deep contentment; Jiang Huai had clearly done a thorough job.

White Dew “looked down” at Jiang Huai from a somewhat comical angle, maintaining a piteous and aggrieved expression.

Her beautiful eyes were shimmering with moisture, filled with a mix of resentment and affection.

This was exactly what she wanted. In her heart, Jiang Huai was more than qualified.

“I know my mistake,” she repeated humbly, her tone growing softer and more obedient.

Jiang Huai took his time admiring her appearance, unable to help but shake his head with a light chuckle.

When ordinary people apologized, they usually accompanied their words with promises like “I’ll never do it again” to show their determination to reform.

But from beginning to end, other than saying she “knew her mistake” and “begging for punishment,” White Dew showed no intent of repenting.

In fact, deep within those ice-blue eyes, there was a faint glimmer of anticipation for “the next time.”

Perhaps even while she was admitting her fault this time, a plan to seek punishment for the next time was already forming in her mind.

Jiang Huai saw through her little schemes perfectly, but he didn’t call her out on it.

When dealing with the Dragon Race, there really was no other way but to indulge them during their Yuq Period.

Jiang Huai’s gaze landed on that white Dragon Tail. He reached out and grasped the cool, smooth tip.

“Speaking of which, after the Dragon Race undergoes Transformation, can this Dragon Tail be hidden at will?” he asked casually, playing with the shimmering white tip of the tail.

White Dew, who was full of anticipation for the next round of the storm, was interrupted by his question. She instinctively cleared her throat and answered, “Dragons who have just transformed or have shallow Cultivation indeed find it difficult to fully restrain their draconic features. But once one’s Cultivation reaches a certain Realm, they can control it freely, choosing to reveal or hide them.”

She paused, her tone inquisitive. “Does Husband Lord not like my tail?”

Compared to those of the Black, Red, and Yellow Dragons, the tails of the White Dragon Clan were more slender, delicate, and elegant—only slightly longer than those of the Azure Dragon Clan’s Meng Li.

White Dew actually quite liked her tail, but she didn’t know why Jiang Huai was mentioning it now.

“I don’t dislike it,” Jiang Huai said gently, his fingers lightly stroking along the patterns of the Dragon Scales. “Hide it.”

“Oh.” With a slight thought, the dragon tail as white as jade began to shrink, eventually vanishing completely beneath the smooth curves of her hips.

“What about the Dragon Horns?” She shook her head, which still sported those small, translucent horns, revealing a trace of girlish cleverness and cuteness. Her ice-blue eyes blinked.

“No need to hide the Dragon Horns,” Jiang Huai said. As he spoke, his mind sank into the storage space Qin Qingyue had left him, appearing to search for something.

White Dew’s curiosity was piqued. She tried her best to maintain her awkward posture, shifting her body slightly to see what Jiang Huai was looking for.

‘What does he mean? Does he like my Dragon Horns but not my Dragon Tail?’

This was understandable. She had heard that many of the Human Race couldn’t accept the tails of the Dragon Race, though she felt her tail was extremely beautiful and elegant.

“Stay down,” Jiang Huai said without looking up, casting a faint glance at her.

White Dew shuddered instantly and quickly lay back down, not daring to move further while her heart raced. Being commanded by her Husband Lord always made her extremely excited. It would be even better if he slapped her after speaking.

‘He’s still too gentle with me; he needs to be taught this slowly.’

Finally, Jiang Huai seemed to have found the target item and pulled it out.

White Dew’s pupils constricted suddenly, and her breath hitched as a sense of foreboding seized her heart.

“Husband Lord, what… what is the meaning of this?”

“What do you think?” Jiang Huai smiled at her, his expression still gentle.

White Dew completely panicked, no longer caring about maintaining her piteous act. Her voice carried a plea, “Don’t do this, Husband Lord! I know my mistake! I really know my mistake! Please don’t do this!”

” I can’t… I am… I am…”

She desperately wanted to bring up her status—as the White Dragon Clan Leader and a leader of the Five Provinces—to use as a shield and a reason for refusal.

But the words felt stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t say them.

“You are nothing right now,” Jiang Huai interrupted her hesitation firmly, his tone calm.

Every part of White Dew’s heart was unwilling, and a surge of shame and resentment churned in her chest. But her body betrayed her will, submitting to Jiang Huai’s choice.

Jiang Huai continued his command, “One month. Consider this your apology for this time.”

“Besides, others won’t be able to see it. It looks quite nice.”

“*Ying*.” A whimper mixed with shame and grievance escaped White Dew’s throat.

She furrowed her beautiful brows slightly and lowered her eyelids, her long lashes casting shadows as she lightly bit her lower lip.

She never dreamed there would be such a day—a day where she had to hide her natural Dragon Tail only to wear a fake one. And in that state, she would have to host meetings and issue orders in front of everyone as the Clan Leader.

Just imagining the scene made her toes curl.

“You’re too wicked…” she complained in a low voice, her tone complex and hard to read, a mix of coquettishness and resentment.

After everything was finished, White Dew remained in that position, intermittently chatting with Jiang Huai about anything and everything.

People always seemed to enjoy idle chatter afterward; it was best to just talk until falling asleep naturally.

“By the way,” Jiang Huai suddenly asked, “where is the Saintess of your White Dragon Clan? I’ve never seen her.”

He still needed to meet with the Saintesses of the Five Great Dragon Clans.

By coming into contact with their different types of Dragon Original Source, he hoped to comprehend the connection between the Yin-Yang Body and the Dragon Race, aiming to break through his bottleneck.

Jiang Huai vaguely sensed that there was indeed a subtle relationship between the Yin-Yang Body and the Dragon Race.

White Dew was instantly alerted.

Despite her inconvenient posture, the white Dragon Scales on her body flared slightly as she asked warily, “What do you want to do?!”

“Not allowed!”

“My Saintess is very busy! Among the special physiques, you already have the White Dragon and Red Dragon. Repeating them is useless!”

“Not allowed! I simply won’t allow it!”

Although her current posture lacked any shred of authority, her “not allowed” was spoken with absolute determination.

The White Dragon Saintess was practically her half-Direct Disciple and the future successor of the White Dragon Clan.

How could she let Jiang Huai target her?

It wasn’t that Jiang Huai wasn’t a good match, but if things went that way, she would have no face to see the Saintess.

In this regard, her thinking was clearly nowhere near as open as Chi Hong’s.

Furthermore, unless necessary, White Dew did not want Jiang Huai to be so unrestrained in his flirtations, as if he didn’t take their relationship seriously.

The more people that came, the smaller her share of him would be—White Dew knew this very well.

“Why are you so defensive?” Jiang Huai laughed.

He quickly explained that his bottleneck had loosened after coming into contact with the Dragon Force of Chihuang and Qin Xuange, clarifying that he only wanted to cultivate.

After hearing this, White Dew’s tense body relaxed slightly.

The wariness in her eyes turned to realization, then into hesitation.

“I see… fine then,” she said hesitantly, finally relenting. “Tomorrow… I’ll have her seek you out.”

‘No, I have to give that child a thorough explanation beforehand!’

‘I must guard her strictly. She absolutely cannot be ruined by this guy who looks harmless but uses such cruel methods.’

If the Saintess ever saw her Master and Clan Leader in her current state, White Dew couldn’t even imagine the scene.

How would she ever have the face to teach her disciple again?

The three of them had just settled the matter and hadn’t said much more when a loud crying sound suddenly erupted from the side chamber, shattering the atmosphere.

“Our daughter! You left our daughter there for too long!” Upon hearing the sound, White Dew became frantic.

No longer caring about her posture, she hurriedly pulled back her legs and began to fix her appearance.

In the side chamber, the neglected little Jianjia had finally run out of patience. Her loud crying announced her dissatisfaction and resentment.

‘Why hasn’t anyone come to see me yet!’

Jiang Huai also quickly used his Lingli to cover his body, manifesting a set of clothes. Just as he was about to get off the bed, the crying in the side chamber stopped abruptly.

Jiang Huai and White Dew both paused, exchanging a confused glance before rushing toward the side chamber.

‘Could something have happened to her?’

Before they reached the door, a small white shadow “whooshed” out of the side chamber.

It was a miniature white dragon, only about the thickness of a finger and several inches long, looking incredibly exquisite and cute.

Its scales were as white as jade, and it swam gracefully through the air as if it were in water.

It flew in front of Jiang Huai and White Dew, tilting its tiny dragon head and letting out a weak but aggrieved “Ying ying” Dragon’s Roar.

Its ice-blue Dragon Eyes were filled with accusations of being ignored.

White Dew and Jiang Huai froze on the spot, staring at each other in silence.