**Chapter 276: Why Haven't You Come to Rescue Me Yet?**

**Chapter 276: Why Haven't You Come to Rescue Me Yet?**

At the Crown Prince's residence in the Tiandou Empire, a 16 or 17-year-old Qian Renxue sat in quiet contemplation. As she read the updated diary entry, her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Tang San, huh? So he's finally appeared. Hehe, this could be interesting. Time to think of a way to handle him."

Memories from her past life flashed before her. Tang San had been ruthless and cruel—even after knowing she had feelings for him, he still killed her mother.

"Since he was unkind first, I have no reason to show mercy," she thought. A plan began to form. She would make Tang San experience the harsh realities of life, teaching him the consequences of offending a woman.

However, Qian Renxue hesitated. Zhao Ling seemed to be toying with Tang San, like a cat playing with a mouse. Would Brother Ling be upset if she intervened too much?

"No," she decided. "I won't hit him too hard. Just enough to give him a taste of society's beatings."

With that, Qian Renxue arranged for five or six children around Tang San's age to "enroll" at Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy. She also purchased some hidden arrows and Zhuge Crossbows from the auction house.

"Let's see how you like being on the receiving end of Brother Ling's hidden weapons, Tang San," she thought with a sly smile.

Elsewhere, Ah Yin read the updated diary with a mix of surprise and relief.

"So, Tang San has appeared after all," she thought, her gaze drifting to her noticeably rounded belly. A soft smile graced her lips.

For a long time, she had worried that Tang San's reincarnation might place him in her womb, making him her and Zhao Ling's child. The thought had been mortifying.

Now, knowing Tang San was Tang Hao's child with someone else, Ah Yin felt an immense sense of relief. Tang San was no longer her concern.

In Spirit City, Bibi Dong sat in the grand Pope's Palace, gently cradling her newborn son. She stole a glance at the latest diary update before setting it aside.

Through the diary, she learned that Tang San would be her future adversary. But with Zhao Ling by her side, why should she fear a six-year-old who had just awakened his martial soul?

Bibi Dong chuckled softly. Even if Tang San possessed divine power, he would be an ant compared to her husband. Her real concern lay elsewhere—her mischievous son.

Born after 16 years of pregnancy, her child displayed an extraordinary wild combat body, a trait inherited from his father. He could already call her "Mom" and "Dad," but he was proving to be an exhausting handful.

When well-fed, the baby zoomed through the palace, flying faster than most adults could keep up with. Bibi Dong found herself yelling at him to slow down, worried he might crash into a pillar.

She sighed. "If this continues, this child will be the death of me."

Luckily, Zhao Ling visited her frequently, often daily, thanks to his mastery of spatial travel. Bibi Dong initially thought he had abandoned his other wives to stay in Spirit City, but Zhao Ling clarified otherwise.

One day, Zhao Ling demonstrated his power by taking her hand and teleporting her from Spirit City to Tiandou City in mere moments. The experience left Bibi Dong awestruck.

"Is this really the limit of human strength?" she wondered, never doubting her husband's abilities again.

Though she loved having him visit so often, she secretly lamented his intense passion, often using their child as a shield to fend him off. Despite her protests, she couldn't deny that time had only enhanced her beauty, making Zhao Ling utterly captivated by her.

Far away, the Silver Dragon King awoke from her slumber. Glancing at the latest diary entry, she puffed her cheeks in frustration.

"It's been over 20 years. Why hasn't Zhao Ling come to rescue me with the elixir yet? I've been waiting so long that even the flowers have wilted!"

She had once thought her liberation was imminent, that Zhao Ling would free her from her confinement. But two decades had passed, and still, there was no sign of him.

Her thoughts darkened. "Has he been too busy with his wives to remember me? Am I not beautiful enough to warrant his attention?"

Doubt crept in. She had never taken human form, so she had no idea if her appearance would appeal to Zhao Ling. Still, based on his diary entries, he seemed fascinated by her.

With a sigh, she decided to let it go—for now.

"Maybe next time I wake up, Zhao Ling will come for me," she thought. "But if he doesn't… I'll make sure he regrets making me wait."

Grumbling to herself, the Silver Dragon King exhaled a cold breath before lowering her head and returning to her slumber.

*(End of this chapter)*