Chapter 294: Harsh Punishment for the Despicable Evil God, The Princess' Late-Night Special Apology (1)
The elven councilor was not swayed by his composure.
Her expression remained cold.
"I don't think there's anything to discuss with you."
A faint cyan energy gathered in her palm.
That energy seemed unremarkable at first glance, yet it distorted and twisted the surrounding space.
The terrifying aura it emitted was enough to send shivers down one's spine.
Shia wasn't surprised by her response.
But that didn’t mean there was no solution.
He raised his hand.
Using his finger, he traced a symbol in the air.
The moment the elven councilor saw that symbol, her strict and indifferent expression changed instantly.
She lifted her head, her gaze landing on Shia’s face, her eyes dark and deep.
It seemed as if she had realized something.
She turned aside, making way for him.
"Let's talk in the tea room."
The abrupt shift in attitude caught everyone off guard.
Nia's eyes widened as she looked at her aunt’s back, then at the ever-composed and elegant Shia.
In her eager eyes, a trace of worry flickered.
Shia gave her a reassuring smile before stepping forward to follow.
Nia scrambled up from the floor without hesitation and pressed herself against the corner, trying to eavesdrop.
She was fully prepared—if she heard anything unusual, she would rush in for the rescue!
Unfortunately, she couldn't hear a thing.
Rong also crouched by the wall, eavesdropping as well.
She tilted her head slightly to look up at Nia above her.
All she could see was a pair of soft, bountiful breasts, completely obscuring her view of Nia’s face.
Diana sat on the sofa, leisurely pouring herself some tea.
Her gaze toward the two girls in the corner carried a hint of playful amusement.
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As if they could actually hear anything.
When the door finally reopened, the two girls immediately jumped three feet back.
The elven councilor stepped out of the room, lowering her gaze slightly, her footsteps slow and rhythmic.
Her cold yet stunning face carried a slight frown, as if deep in thought.
A moment later, Shia also emerged from the room.
The elven councilor walked to the entrance of the villa before turning back to look at him.
"I agree to what you proposed."
"But the specifics need to be discussed tomorrow."
"I will welcome you then."
With that, she turned and left.
She didn’t even take Nia with her.
Nia’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the closed door, then at the composed and elegant young man casually leaning against the tea room doorway.
Her mind was filled with incredulity.
Her aunt… just left like that?
She had thought that even if she could somehow save her master’s life, she would have to threaten to die for him.
Even in that case, her master would at least be skinned alive.
But now, after carefully inspecting Shia from head to toe twice, she confirmed that he was perfectly intact—without a single scratch.
Diana was equally shocked.
From the moment the door opened to the elven councilor’s departure, that woman hadn’t even glanced at her once?
Although she had confidence in Shia’s abilities and never believed he would actually be killed by that woman,
This outcome was simply too unexpected.
So, her original plan of using the elven councilor to force Shia into bearing her child had completely fallen apart.
Diana stood up and circled Shia twice, her gaze filled with curiosity and intrigue.
"How did you do it?"
Shia turned to look at her with a gentle smile.
"Want to know?"
Diana nodded.
She was dying of curiosity~!
"Take a guess."
"If I could guess, I wouldn’t have asked you."
Shia raised a hand and made a zipping motion over his lips.
He arched an eyebrow slightly.
"Sorry, I can’t tell. It’s a secret."
Diana’s delicate brows furrowed, looking displeased.
"Just tell me~! I promise I won’t spill it~."
"A secret is a secret."
Shia remained steadfast.
He walked past Diana without hesitation and sat down on the sofa.
His posture was so natural, as if he were at home.
Well, this was indeed his home.
Diana, unable to satisfy her curiosity, felt even more restless.
She sat beside him.
"Come on, tell me~."
Diana’s eyes twinkled as she fluttered her lashes, her seductive voice carrying a teasing whimper.
"Speaking of which, don’t we have an unresolved matter to settle?"
Shia turned to look at Diana.
Diana immediately withdrew her hand and turned to stare at the ceiling.
"Nice chandelier you have."
Of course, she knew exactly what he was referring to.
But was she afraid of him settling accounts with her?
Not at all.
"Betraying people isn’t a good habit, don’t you think? Madam Principal?"
"Did I betray you?"
"What do you think?"
Diana sprawled lazily on the sofa, totally unbothered.
"So what if I did?"
She wasn’t afraid of repercussions.
Her gaze met Shia’s with an air of haughty indifference.
Her lazy posture made it seem as if this was her home, not his.
Though she wasn’t openly provoking him, there was a definite arrogance in her demeanor.
‘You won’t tell me, and I can’t force you.’
‘And even if I did betray you, what can you do about it?’
"Oh? Does the esteemed Principal want to hear me moan someone else’s name?"
Shia grinned slyly, his tone completely composed.
A smile never disappeared—it only moved from one face to another.
The moment Diana heard those words, her casual demeanor vanished completely.
She shot up from the sofa, looking at Shia with a mix of panic, embarrassment, and nervousness.
Just a simple sentence was enough to leave her stunned.
Yet, her mind spiraled out of control, vividly conjuring the scene Shia had just described.
That composed and elegant young man—that intriguing little troublemaker—stood before her, but he wasn't looking at her.
Instead, he was smiling at another mature beauty, his voice obediently calling out…
Diana shuddered violently.
No!
If that really happened, it would be unbearable!
Just imagining it in her mind made her heart clench, and she felt utterly frust rated.