"Qi... Brother Qi?"
Mo Xiaoniao's teeth chattered as she looked at Qi Ruoyun with a gaze full of confusion and fear.
Qi Ruoyun blinked and smiled slightly, patting Mo Xiaoniao's arm in comfort, "Don't worry, Xiaoniao. You've been so kind to me, I won't let anyone harm you."
"Eh?"
Qi Ruoyun's expression was so natural that Mo Xiaoniao couldn't tell if it was fake or real, her mind foggy, and she instinctively said to Dongyangzi, "Old Daoist, did you mistake someone? Brother Qi is just a failed scholar, not a Divine Monarch."
"Why don't you ask him yourself?"
A faint female voice sounded in her ear, causing Mo Xiaoniao to turn her head and see a tall, graceful woman in a red phoenix-patterned golden palace dress appear to the side, exuding a cold and noble aura.
Before Mo Xiaoniao could ask, Qi Ruoyun beside her couldn't hold back.
"Si Lingxi? How are you here in Great Jing?"
