392: vicious dog = evil god

Shang Wan Ning continued walking, only tossing out a light remark: “Ten o’clock? Remember that for now. We’ll see what Princess Shang Wugou does later.”

Her words were light, devoid of any warmth, let alone maternal love.

She had just taken two steps forward, about to descend the boardwalk, when she suddenly froze. Shang Wan Ning abruptly turned around, her phoenix eyes narrowed, her gaze like a knife piercing Ling Qi’s face beside her.

Something is wrong.

Something is very wrong.

Given the Secretary-General’s usual jealous nature, seeing her suddenly have an extra child, especially one resembling Chen Yu and daring to bear the Shang surname...

She should have been seething with jealousy long ago, able to concoct at least three different sets of sarcastic remarks.

But for several days now, Ling Qi had been calling Princess Shang Wugou “Little Highness” with an attitude that could almost be described as fawning?

Even subtly revealing an inappropriate maternal love?

This was completely unlike her jealous fox.

A faint glow instantly lit up Shang Wan Ning’s palm. Without a word, she swiped it across Ling Qi’s eyes, and a soundproof barrier instantly enveloped the two of them.

“AQi, you’ve been affected. You’ve been very strange lately,” Shang Wan Ning’s tone dropped to freezing point.

Ling Qi was stunned by the sudden action and words, her fox eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses filled with question marks: “Your Majesty?”

Shang Wan Ning didn’t want to respond, her gaze sweeping over Ling Qi’s entire body like a scanner, wishing she could dissect her on the spot to examine her internal structure. “You were too ‘polite’ to that little brat just now.”

She directly condemned her, “Given your temper, seeing her approach me, not secretly tripping her up would already be considered restraint. Where did this ‘respect’ come from?”

Ling Qi’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

With that hint, she realized that her previous state was indeed abnormal.

Facing Princess Shang Wugou, who had Chen Yu’s face and was even better at acting cute and innocent, she surprisingly didn’t feel much of the familiar sourness and pickiness, but instead a strange sense of acceptance?

This was absolutely not normal!!!

“This Subordinate was negligent and didn’t realize I was influenced.” Ling Qi’s eyes sharpened, instantly extinguishing the inappropriate “maternal love.”

Seeing the Secretary-General clear-headed, Shang Wan Ning sneered and cast her gaze towards the churning Wangchuan River, her voice dropping even lower: “The Wangchuan River has accumulated too many lonely souls and wild ghosts who cannot reincarnate.”

“Their obsessions linger, they refuse to drink meng pos soup, and so they leap into the Wangchuan River, enduring hardship while awaiting reincarnation. Those foolish ones trapped by love, waiting for thousands of years, are everywhere.”

“A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years... these lonely souls eventually settle, transforming into the yin mud at the bottom of the river.”

“And the yin mud is heavy with resentment, and over time, it will naturally give birth to demon ghosts. Therefore, the Underworld needs regular cleansing, otherwise, there will be endless troubles.”

“But the chosen person must be able to withstand the erosion of resentment and maintain their true self. Even powerful individuals like Hei Jing and Bai Xuan, who are at the sixth rank, cannot last more than ten minutes at the bottom of the river.”

“A god is the best choice.”

The Empress paused, then turned to look at the Secretary-General, her eyes deep. “I am reluctant to let Sister Meng be tainted by this filth. If Olexia were to come... heh, she would probably turn against me on the spot and fight me fiercely.”

“Before this, I was always hesitant about the candidate. Even Black and White Impermanence, I never easily let them venture into danger.”

“Do you think I let Princess Shang Wugou come with the intention of tempering an evil god and acting as a strict mother?”

“AQi, don’t you find it absurd to have such a thought?”

Ling Qi raised her hand and pressed her temples.

Indeed, these past few days, facing that Little Highness, her heart couldn't help but soften, even feeling a bit of the indulgence an elder has for a junior.

And expectation, expecting her to genuinely change for the better?

Subconsciously, she had actually treated Princess Shang Wugou as a junior who needed guidance and education, rather than an extremely dangerous prisoner and tool who had to be strictly controlled.

“Your Majesty, this Subordinate seems to have...” Cold sweat broke out on Ling Qi’s back.

Shang Wan Ning interrupted her self-reflection, “Princess Shang Wugou’s innate domain is extremely sinister. She is best at pretending to be pitiful, observing expressions, and adapting to others.”

“Innocence is merely the evil god’s protective color during her weak period.”

“She is evil by nature. How could I be kind enough to raise a vicious dog that might bite back?”

Ling Qi’s eyes instantly regained clarity, all unnecessary warmth quickly stripped away, leaving only rational deliberation: “Unless the benefits outweigh the risks.”

To put it crudely, when her Majesty so much as twitched her butt, Ling Qi knew exactly what kind of toilet paper to prepare.

Two people sleeping in the same bed would not be of two different kinds.

After removing the filter for the evil god, the Secretary-General’s mind was left with only a series of efficient exploitation plans.

Xiao Si, in the System Space, listened to the couple discussing how to deal with the evil god without any psychological burden, and its data stream stiffened for a moment.

“The Host and the Secretary-General are truly a match made in heaven for ‘black-hearted capitalists’!”

Shang Wan Ning said indifferently: “The divine blood reserves of the nine nether annihilation pagoda have always been insufficient. The divine substance contained in the evil god’s origin is excellent fuel.”

Ling Qi pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, seamlessly continuing: “Institute Director He Shou Zheng of the Research Institute submitted a report the day before yesterday, applying to study the energy circulation model of divine beings. A living sample is especially precious.”

“After her divine power is sealed, sending her over to cooperate with the research will undoubtedly greatly advance the project’s progress.”

“The Special Affairs Bureau’s newly developed ‘Soul-Erosion Chains’ are in need of a sufficiently weighty trial target.”

“Several torture secret realms in the Eighteen Levels of Hell have severely worn core arrays and urgently require high-intensity divine soul power for nourishment.”

The two of them, one word after another, meticulously planned Princess Shang Wugou’s future, utilizing her to such an extent that even the System felt a chill.

Shang Wan Ning finally concluded, “To train a vicious dog, the key is to break her bones, grind away her wildness, and make her understand who holds the whip.”

“Both kindness and strictness? That’s for useful people. To deal with this kind of inherently bad seed, only absolute control and crushing her to death will work.”

“If she wants pocket money, I’ll give her empty promises. If she pretends to be pitiful, I’ll expose her directly. If she dares to extend her claws...”

A fierce glint flashed in the Empress’s eyes, “I will chop them off one by one and soak them in the Wangchuan River as specimens.”

“Understood.” Ling Qi nodded, quickly operating in the void to bring up the monitoring plan.

“This Subordinate will immediately raise the surveillance level to ensure all ‘output’ is completely controlled, without a single error.”

Silence fell within the barrier.

The two actual controllers of the Underworld had already paved a broad road, inscribed with “value” and “dedication,” for the “little laborer” toiling at the bottom of the river.

At the bottom of the Wangchuan River, Princess Shang Wugou, who was strenuously digging mud, felt her fingers stiffen slightly.

She raised her small face, stained with black mud. In the depths of her crimson eyes, a fleeting surge of hostility, completely contrary to her docile appearance, flashed like lightning, almost illusory.

She lowered her head, staring at the lump of yin mud deformed in her hand, and pouted her lips.

‘Mama’ and ‘Auntie Ling’ seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation?

Unfortunately, they were too far away to hear clearly.

But, it didn’t matter.

She licked the corner of her mouth, inhaling a wisp of resentment attempting to escape, chewing it slowly.

There was still plenty of time.