My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1148: Has the Snake Lord Been Cuckolded?

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Previously on My Demon Husband Is a Snake...
Qing Li, the Dragon Queen, arrived at the Snake Tribe and was met with great reverence. Despite her casual demeanor, she learned that the Snake Lord was absent. Qing Li then asked to see her grandson, Dumpling, who was reportedly practicing talisman drawing. The protagonist, worried about her infant son, set off with Chang Hao to find him.
"Madam... it’s nothing much, but perhaps you should see for yourself," Chang Hao stammered, his usual demeanor replaced by a look of bewilderment. His hesitation hinted at something unspeakable, something that couldn't be easily voiced. A ripple of unease spread through me, imagining Little Dumpling might be afflicted by some peculiar ailment. "Very well," I conceded. Chang Hao guided me to a secluded spot behind the mountain, near a cascading waterfall. There, a child, no older than three years, stood. The child possessed an unusual appearance, their skin as pale and smooth as solidified cream, with the endearing roundness of a meatball from their baby fat. However, their neck was adorned with red scales that shimmered with a translucent glow. These scales gleamed like exquisite rubies, intricately detailed, presenting a breathtaking beauty that seemed too delicate for any lens to capture, visible only to the naked eye. The little one held a brush dipped in cinnabar, meticulously drawing on slips of yellow paper. Their tiny, chubby fingers moved with surprising dexterity, creating an aura of indescribable cuteness. "Who... who is this child? You can't possibly be telling me this is Dumpling, can you?" I asked, struggling to reconcile the cherubic figure before me with my Dumpling. Yet, the scales on the child's neck bore an uncanny resemblance to those birthed by Yu Longting in the Nether Pond. If not father and son, then what could explain such a striking similarity? My mind raced, considering the absurd possibility that Chang Hao had somehow swapped Yu Longting's illegitimate offspring. As my imagination ran rampant, Chang Hao posed a cryptic question, "Madam, did you... perhaps stray from your path with Snake Lord?" "Pfft... what an absurd notion! Doesn't Dumpling look just like his father?" I retorted, now fairly certain that the child by the waterfall, engrossed in drawing talismans, was indeed my Dumpling. The way he meticulously handled the brush, the serious yet profound expression mirroring Yu Longting's. It was that distinctive gaze, unique to Yu Longting and unlike Qing Li or Yu Qingxiao, that the little one had perfectly inherited. Chang Hao sighed deeply, "He does resemble him, perhaps eight or nine parts like Snake Lord in his youth, but..." "But what is it?!" I pressed, fixing my curious gaze on Chang Hao. This ancient sea snake spirit had better provide a satisfactory explanation for suggesting I had been unfaithful to Yu Longting. Did he perceive me as that sort of person? Chang Hao gestured towards the child's neck. "Snake Lord's scales were white, while Little Snake Lord's are red." "Those are Dragon Scales. Newborn Dragon Scales are naturally red," I explained, dismissing it as a simple misunderstanding. To my surprise, Chang Hao grew more agitated. "Precisely! Isn't it exceptionally rare for a member of the Snake Tribe to be born with Dragon Scales?" "True, but do you truly believe Yu Longting is incapable of birthing a dragon?" I mused, my gaze sharpening as I considered Chang Hao's words. Chang Hao nodded eagerly. "Uh-huh!" "But in this world, apart from Dragon Dad, there exist no other dragons. You don't seriously suspect that the patriarch and I..." The veins on my forehead throbbed slightly. Did this old man think I was too lenient, allowing him such leeway in his insinuations? Sensing my rising temper, Chang Hao offered an awkward chuckle. "Hehe, Madam, I am merely voicing a logical suspicion. I never harbored any ill intentions. After all, when Snake Lord was with you... he wasn't yet a dragon." Chang Hao innocently pointed a finger at me. "Nine Chapters of Order, Heaven, Earth, King, Parent, Fire God at my command, urgently as expected," a childish voice declared with gravitas. The little cutie by the waterfall was performing complex hand seals, directing them towards the gushing stream. This action triggered the talisman he had just finished drawing.