Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

Chapter 139 You should call me Mother

However, faced with such a clingy little guy, she could only sigh helplessly.

You see, this mischievous little devil is always elusive, his whereabouts are unpredictable, and he's even more elusive than a ghost.

No one can predict where she will suddenly appear in the next second, which is quite a headache.

"You little rascal, do you even know how heavy you are?"

Shen Qingyao deliberately put on a stern face and pretended to be angry as she spoke.

However, her gentle tone clearly revealed a hint of helplessness and amusement that she couldn't hide.

How could the clever and quick-witted Long Jiaojiao not hear the doting and warmth contained in those words?

For Long Jiaojiao, this unprecedented feeling was like a clear spring slowly flowing into the depths of her long-dried and barren heart.

Since she could remember, she had lived in boundless loneliness. She had no loving and caring relatives, no close friends to confide in, and no one to even talk to.

Later, it was unfortunately captured by humans and trapped in this gloomy, dark ancient tomb that exuded a decaying atmosphere.

From then on, she not only fell into a deeper state of loneliness and lost the free and unrestrained life she once had, but her soul also seemed to be imprisoned in this dark cage.

Despite the numerous elusive ghosts within the ancient tomb, frustratingly, these ghosts seemed completely unable to understand her words, let alone communicate with her effectively.

Whenever she tried to confide her inner turmoil to them, she was met only with a deathly silence.

Princess Hengyang did visit her often, but these visits were more like those for treating a cute pet, merely for amusement and entertainment.

Princess Hengyang was unable to truly grasp the emotions and thoughts she wanted to convey, turning each meeting into a one-way performance that only amplified her loneliness and helplessness.

Just when she was almost in despair, Shen Qingyao suddenly appeared in her life like a ray of dawn.

When she was surprised to find that Shen Qingyao could understand her language and communicate with her smoothly, a wave of joy surged through her heart, mixed with an indescribable shock.

This sudden understanding and resonance was as precious and exhilarating as rain after a long drought for her, who had long suffered from loneliness.

Even more miraculously, Shen Qingyao's bright red blood possessed a mysterious and unpredictable power that helped her successfully transform into a human.

This unexpected discovery undoubtedly brought her unprecedented joy, filling her with gratitude and dependence on Shen Qingyao.

This is one of the main reasons why she is so devoted to Shen Qingyao.

Furthermore, through their brief time together, she keenly perceived that Shen Qingyao was completely different from those other people with ulterior motives.

Shen Qingyao treated her with no malice, and even showed some indulgence and pampering in some aspects.

Although they have only known each other for a short time and do not yet know each other well, the trials and tribulations they have gone through together have built a solid bridge of friendship between them.

Before she knew it, she had come to regard Shen Qingyao as the closest person to her in the world—her mother.

At this moment, she nestled sweetly against Shen Qingyao, raising her innocent little face and saying in a coquettish tone:

"Mother, the nest is still too small!"

Long Jiaojiao, like a child, hugged Shen Qingyao's neck affectionately and shook her gently, as if asking her for something.

Her pink lips were slightly pouting, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.

Shen Qingyao was speechless upon seeing this scene.

She rolled her eyes, then reached out and seemingly casually pinched Long Jiaojiao's round, cute, chubby bottom.

"You're over a thousand years old, while I'm only in my early twenties. How dare you say you're still young?"

Shen Qingyao's words were full of helplessness and amusement. Although she knew very well that the way spirits calculated age was very different from that of humans, she still couldn't help but tease the mischievous dragon in front of her.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Shen Qingyao's words, Long Jiaojiao actually began to think about them. His originally bright eyes became somewhat dull, as if he was really stumped by what Shen Qingyao said.

Just then, Princess Hengyang, who was standing to the side, finally lost her temper. Her eyes widened in fury as she glared at Long Jiaojiao and Shen Qingyao, who were laughing and playing together, her anger burning fiercely. She shouted sharply:

"Do you two really think I don't exist? How dare you be so bold as to act so coquettishly and jokingly in front of me as if no one else is there? You're simply asking for trouble!"

Clearly, Princess Hengyang felt that her dignity had been greatly challenged and was now extremely angry.

At this moment, her resentment towards Shen Qingyao and Long Jiaojiao was burning like a raging fire to its peak. No matter the cost, even if it meant giving everything, she would put them to death to quell the hatred in her heart.

At the same time, Long Jiaojiao, who had been racking her brains, finally realized something. Her originally bright eyes became exceptionally clear, and her eyes sparkled with an irrepressible excitement.

She said excitedly, "You're right! I'm much older than you. Logically speaking, I should be your mother. So from now on, you have to call me 'Mother'."

When Long Jiaojiao’s innocent words reached Shen Qingyao’s ears, she was so shocked that she almost choked on her own saliva.

Well, it turns out this girl pondered for a long time and actually came to such an absurd conclusion!

How dare she expect her to call this immature brat in front of her "mother"?

What a joke! Rather than submitting in such a humiliating way, it would be much more satisfying to just slap this arrogant little brat to death!

So, suppressing her inner speechlessness, Shen Qingyao responded with a forced smile:

"Hehe, forget it! You're so old, you're more than capable of being my ancestor. It would be too much of an insult to ask you to condescend to be my mother."

Her tone sounded light and humorous, but there was a subtle hint of teasing and disdain hidden within.

However, the simple-minded Long Jiaojiao seemed completely oblivious to the teasing and disdain in Shen Qingyao's words, instead staring at Shen Qingyao with extreme seriousness.

Her delicate, pink face was scrunched up from overthinking, looking full of worry and anxiety.

"It's okay! I won't feel wronged. From now on, you can call me Mommy."

Long Jiaojiao showed no sign of joking; he was clearly serious.