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Chapter 5110: 5.0862 Feeling Understood

The little monk would usually ask ten questions, and Qiao Mu would answer one. Yet, the two of them "chatted" happily, talking the entire way.

Crown Prince Mo was quite gloomy. He really wanted to stuff that chattering little monk back into the Star Domain. But his wife insisted that the little monk hadn't seen real sunlight in days and needed to go out for some fresh air and sun, as it was good for a child's bone development. So, Crown Prince Mo sulked the entire journey.

Suddenly, the little monk piped up, "Female Benefactor! Why don't you let Guangguang out too?"

"No," Qiao Mu heartlessly refused. The little monk couldn't help but pout. One monk's endless chatter was annoying enough; if Guangguang, who was just as fond of chattering, came out, would she ever have a peaceful day? Would they even get to their outing or see her mother? Just listening to those two would drive anyone mad.

"Guangguang has been pretty miserable lately. People in the Star Domain don't like talking to him. They get annoyed just seeing him and always tell him to shut up. This humble monk doesn't really like talking to him either. But when I think about what he's been through, this humble monk can't help but empathize. The more I think about it, the more sadness wells up in my heart; I feel particularly melancholic."

Everyone just stared. From the first half of the little monk's words, they thought he was overflowing with sympathy, but the latter half's tone was completely off. After all that, it turned out the little monk was just feeling sorry for himself.

Qiao Mu twitched her lips, looking at him with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "If you weren't constantly chattering, why would your older brothers and sisters in the Star Domain find you annoying?"

The little monk lowered his head, pouting pitifully. "This humble monk is naturally prone to worrying and chattering. If it weren't for that, Master wouldn't have thrown this humble monk to you, Female Benefactor." He continued, "This humble monk knows that even though Master usually says nothing but 'Amitabha Buddha,' he must secretly be very annoyed with this humble monk!"

Qiao Mu almost laughed, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for this melancholic little imp. She pulled him into a hug and gently tapped his smooth, bald head. "What nonsense are you spouting? That old bald rogue Kong Yin has always cared about you the most."

"Even though your master usually doesn't say anything, his concern for you has never faded." She paused, a light huff escaping her lips, "He's just... a bit unreliable, that's all!" Qiao Mu thought to herself. She ruffled the little bald head again, and with a swift thought, released the Condensing Light Mirror.

The Condensing Light Mirror immediately darted two steps forward. When it saw Crown Prince Mo sitting opposite, his face dark and gloomy, it very cleverly took a step back, squeezing and pushing until it got next to the little monkey. There, it sat in a row with her.

Thus, Crown Prince Mo's seat in the carriage remained empty except for him, emanating an extremely low, dark pressure. On Qiao Mu's side, five individuals were squeezed onto the bench, heads touching and arms touching, tightly bonded together.

This stark contrast made Crown Prince Mo's mood even more displeased. What was going on? Why was his fate so bitter? Usually, he had to compete with Summoned Spirit Immortals and beasts for affection, but now he even had to compete with a few little runts! It was too infuriating. Crown Prince Mo's face clearly showed his displeasure: "unhappy," "annoyed," "so angry..."

Qiao Mu looked up and saw the Crown Prince's dark, handsome face, and couldn't help but smile. She consciously moved and sat down beside him.