Fu Xuan suddenly lost all her strength, her entire body feeling weak and numb. The moment Qingque grabbed her wrist, she collapsed softly onto the stone chair.
She looked up and saw the suggestive smile on Qingque's lips… No, this girl was a lost cause.
Fu Xuan could only turn to Ye Feng for help.
"Lord Ye Feng… Your heart is pure, you are reasonable and understanding, and you possess great compassion. This seat believes that you would not do… what this scoundrel Qingque has requested."
Ye Feng looked gently at the white-stockinged Grand Diviner in her ancient-style dress. "Actually, I think Fu Xuan is very cute. So cute you make the heavens, the earth, and all the stars lose their luster."
"Eh?" Fu Xuan was slightly taken aback.
Since obtaining the third eye that could survey destiny, how many years had it been since she had heard such words? After all, with her noble status and her naturally stern aura, a single glance from her was enough to project an intimidating majesty that kept others at a distance. Ordinary people felt nothing but awe in her presence.
Fu Xuan's youthful face reddened with modesty as she shyly mumbled, "…It's not that exaggerated. This seat is not that cute."
But being called cute, especially by this mysterious and unfathomable being, naturally stirred a small sense of pride in her heart. But then she realized that the current situation seemed a bit off.
Seeing Fu Xuan's blushing little face, Qingque couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
Seriously? What in the world are you blushing for? Do you really not understand what's about to happen to you? Or could it be… that Lord Fu Xuan is actually very easy to handle?
"Cute, super cute, hehehe. Lord Diviner, do you know what I want to do right now?" Seeing Fu Xuan's bashfulness made Qingque's heart itch, and she couldn't help but let out a wicked chuckle.
Fu Xuan's expression instantly changed, and she glared at her. "Hmph! You brat! When this seat returns, I will definitely not spare you."
"..." Qingque felt a little hurt. She had also praised Lord Fu Xuan, so why was she met with such a cold glare?
Alright, it wasn't that Qingque didn't understand Lord Fu Xuan's state of mind.
Thus, the grin on Qingque's lips widened into a savage sneer. She squeezed Fu Xuan's thigh forcefully, the white silk peeking through her fingers, causing her superior to let out a muffled grunt.
"Hehe, isn't the Grand Diviner a master of divination? Didn't you perform a divination for yourself before going to sleep today?"
Of course she did. [The dragon appears in the field] to be precise, meant: "Advance and retreat are not constant; the dragon appears in the field." The two phrases together carried another meaning: in one's actions and thoughts, one should advance when it is time to advance and retreat when it is time to retreat. How does one choose? There is no fixed method; one must adapt to different situations. And all these actions determine whether what comes next will be favorable or adverse, a success or a failure.
Fu Xuan gritted her teeth and said nothing. She looked coldly at the subordinate she valued most.
Though Fu Xuan's frame was small, her well-proportioned and slender young body held a delightful softness. Her long, smooth pink hair was tied with hairpins, with delicate twin tails falling to her waist. Her youthful features constantly radiated an air of authority, and the sharp glint from her clear, serious amber eyes was enough to intimidate any ordinary person.
Even more awe-inspiring was the gem in the center of her smooth forehead, also known as the "third eye," which now seemed to be glowing with some kind of light.
Being stared at made Qingque feel guilty, so she could only try to pump herself up in other ways.
"Heeyah, the Grand Diviner's legs are truly beautiful. Let me see, so warm, sleek, and smooth, just like the finest jade. It makes one unable to put them down." Qingque said, hugging her superior. It was the height of disrespect.
"Lord Ye Feng, why are you just watching?" Qingque began to urge him.
With Ye Feng not making a move, Qingque's heart was pounding. She felt no sense of security.
"Why am I watching? I've already told you. Because Fu Xuan is very cute."
Her petite, fragrant body, delicately wrapped in a form-fitting, pink-hued dress, exuded a captivating aura at all times. The snowy, smooth skin left uncovered by the fabric was tantalizing. Her flushed shoulders were as exquisite as fine jade. From behind, the crisscrossing cords revealed her flawless back, every part of her entrancing. The patterns carved into the magnificent dress were connected like constellations. Beneath the hem of her elegant skirt, a pair of silk pantyhose, patterned with intricate designs, enveloped her soft, slender, rounded legs, tracing their plump curves all the way down.
Her petite, pinkish feet, barely a handful, were hidden in her boots, sparking the imagination of anyone with an interest, making them fantasize about holding those silk-clad feet in their hands to play with.
Fu Xuan's pair of feet were absolutely the kind that could haunt one's dreams.
"D-don't look at this seat like that… Lord Ye Feng…" Fu Xuan turned her head away shyly. She knew Ye Feng was "acting according to the rules"; all the fault lay with Qingque. Fu Xuan was a reasonable person, so how could she misplace her anger on Ye Feng? In fact, she was grateful that Ye Feng had remained seated this entire time.
Ye Feng glanced at Qingque, then smiled again. "Actually, there is another way to stop the 'rules from running their course.' And that is for Qingque to withdraw her wish."
"Eh?" This time, it was Qingque who was dumbfounded.
Ye Feng said, "As long as Qingque is willing to withdraw her previous wish, I will not lay a hand on Fu Xuan."
Qingque's mind exploded. This plague-ridden dog-bastard was dead set on making her take all the blame.
However, in this situation, could she still withdraw her wish? It was like a Celestial Jade tile that had already been played—it could absolutely not be taken back!
After all, if she continued, the worst that could happen was offending Lord Fu Xuan. But if she withdrew, forget Lord Fu Xuan, this black-hearted dog-bastard Ye Feng definitely wouldn't spare her either.
"No, I will not withdraw it, Lord Ye Feng!" Qingque's tone was firm, as firm as if she were about to join… the Cloud Knights.
"!!" Fu Xuan whipped her head around, her eyes wide as she stared at Qingque.
"...Why are you doing this…!!"
"I'm also doing this for Lord Diviner's own good." Since you can't escape anyway, you might as well help me out. She swallowed the last part of that thought after seeing Ye Feng's gentle smile.
Ye Feng stood up. "Then there's no other way."
"Mmm…" Fu Xuan watched the man walking stiffly toward her with a complicated expression. "...Lord Ye Feng."
She knew she was doomed.
"This seat… does not blame you. In fact, for you to have been so considerate, this seat must even thank you."
"Pfft—" Qingque couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. This Grand Diviner was being sold and was still helping the seller count the money.
But then she remembered that she was the one taking the blame, and she immediately couldn't laugh anymore.
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