The pavilion in the heart of the lake was shrouded in an eerie silence.
The water's surface reflected the weeping willows. A fish leaped, and with a soft plop, ripples slowly spread across the water.
Fu Xuan's slender hand, holding a teacup, froze in mid-air. Qingque's words… how could they be more insane than those of someone suffering from Mara Corruption?
Although Fu Xuan was born into a noble family and had been well-read and well-mannered since childhood, her companions were great scholars, and she never associated with the uneducated. As such, she was not well-versed in sordid matters.
But Qingque's words still made her feel a vague sense of filth, much like the unbearable language of some ruffians on the city streets.
The Grand Diviner couldn't help but arch her willow-leaf brows, glaring at Qingque. "How can you be so vulgar! This seat will certainly not forgive you today!"
Fu Xuan had held high hopes for Qingque. From the moment she first saw her, she felt that Qingque was a remarkable talent. In the future, when Fu Xuan was promoted to General, the seat of the Divination Commission would naturally be passed to Qingque. Fu Xuan had intended to cultivate Qingque as her successor.
But now, she was acting like this. What had she become!
Qingque turned even yellower. Not only was she not intimidated by her superior, but she also doubled down.
Qingque hugged Ye Feng from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Lord Ye Feng, just look. And that hairstyle, don't underestimate those cloud-like buns. On the Xianzhou, only the heirs of truly ancient and powerful noble families would tie their hair like that. It represents nobility and elegance in itself. Lord Ye Feng, isn't desecrating the sacred your favorite pastime? Making a noble fall from grace once in a while wouldn't be so bad, would it? And look at those curves. While not as plump and juicy as a mature noblewoman's, their strength lies in their youthful tenderness. Though she is still green, she exudes a moist, feminine charm. Isn't this kind of contradictory allure what you love the most? And also, look, Lord Diviner's beautiful legs in their white silk stockings, smooth as congealed fat, soft and supple, and with a faint pinkish hue showing through—they are truly the finest treasures on the Xianzhou. Don't you want to have a taste? Oh, you've already had a taste…"
Qingque's words grew more and more outrageous. But she had already passed the point of no return.
Fu Xuan's head was buzzing. From birth until now, who had ever been so insolent in her presence? Being commented on like a piece of merchandise.
"Qing! Que! You, you—" Fu Xuan gritted her teeth, her eyes shooting fire. Her gaze was as ferocious as that of the most vicious Bu Li person locked away in the Youqiu Prison.
But the more she acted this way, the more it strengthened Qingque's "lofty ambition." After all, if she didn't drag Lord Fu Xuan into the water today, she herself might be sent to the heavens tomorrow—and "being tied to a starskiff and launched into outer space" was probably the best-case scenario.
Qingque was getting anxious. Why hadn't Ye Feng made his position clear yet? What the hell is wrong with you! Don't tell me you've gone limp at a time like this! Where's that 'do it as soon as you say it' vigor from before!
Qingque was incredibly anxious. Just as her heart was pounding in her chest, she finally saw a glimmer of hope.
A white jade plate appeared out of thin air on the stone table, holding a few… fruits?
The shells were relatively smooth, round, and full. There was a seam on each shell, closed extremely tightly. Their appearance was definitely not for nothing; it was a sign of things to come.
As expected, Ye Feng spoke, a smile playing on his lips. "Qingque, go and break open the cardamom fruit."
Qingque finally let out a long sigh of relief. She immediately stood up, raised her slender jade-like hand, took a cardamom fruit, and pried it open along the seam.
Instantly, a look of astonishment appeared on Qingque's face.
How could there be such a miraculously "pictographic" fruit in this world?
Qingque pinched the opened cardamom, looked askance at Lord Fu Xuan with a comical grin.
Fu Xuan sensed something was wrong. She looked toward Ye Feng.
"Lord Ye Feng…?"
Ye Feng sighed. "I'm just a kind-hearted person. As the saying goes, 'responsive to every plea'—that's me. I can grant your wish, Fu Xuan, but I can't ignore Qingque's wish either."
"Mmm…" Indeed. Fu Xuan had met Ye Feng here twice. The first time, the brilliance etched into her heart was unforgettable. This time, she had voiced her wish "to find Qingque," and it was immediately fulfilled. Without a doubt, Ye Feng was a good person.
The Grand Diviner's thoughts were very pure. When she said "good person," it was a simple compliment, a sign of admiration and trust.
However…
"From what Lord Ye Feng is implying…" Fu Xuan narrowed her eyes at Qingque, who stood behind him. "She also made a request of you?"
"She did," Ye Feng nodded.
"What was it?"
"Qingque said: she wants to fuck Lord Fu Xuan until her legs can't close, like a frog flipped on its back."
"Eh?" Qingque looked at Ye Feng in shock. She had never said such vulgar words. You really are a black-hearted person! But if it was Ye Feng doing the deed, maybe the situation he described could be considered gentle?
"Yes, that's right, I said it!" Qingque declared.
"You, you—" Fu Xuan was so flustered and angry she couldn't speak. But she still suppressed her agitated emotions, looked at Ye Feng demurely, and said, "May I ask, what is the meaning of 'fuck'? It surely isn't what this seat is thinking, right?"
"Hmm, it's probably exactly what you're thinking, Fu Xuan."
"Eh?" Fu Xuan shot up from her seat, her body leaning back slightly. "Lord Ye Feng! You, you… you must be joking."
"I'm not joking."
Fu Xuan's throat bobbed. She said quickly, "Th-then this seat requests that you not lay a hand on this seat."
"Alright."
"Phew~~" Fu Xuan's tense body relaxed, while Qingque's heart leaped back into her throat.
Then Ye Feng continued, "However, according to Article 3 of the 'Regulations on Handling Conflicting Wishes,' when two wishes conflict, they will be fulfilled one by one in order of priority."
Fu Xuan's voice trembled slightly. "Wh-what does that mean?"
Ye Feng smiled gently. "To put it simply, they will be fulfilled in chronological order. For example, Qingque first proposed 'to fuck Lord Fu Xuan until her legs can't close, like a frog flipped on its back.' I have to fulfill this wish first. Then comes your wish, 'not to lay a hand on you'."
"Eh?" Fu Xuan's pupils shrank, and she couldn't help but take a step back.
Hearing this, Qingque's spirits were instantly lifted. She rushed forward and grabbed the Grand Diviner's wrist.
Hiss~~ So smooth and tender. Even as a woman, she felt her heart skip a beat. As expected of a high-born lady raised in a noble house, her skin was simply exquisite.
"Hehehe, Lord Diviner, don't even think about running. Here, it's useless even if you scream your lungs out."
"Qingque, you… Hmm? Where are your hands going! This seat is getting truly angry now! Eh, eh? Qing! Que!"
Fu Xuan was mortified and furious. But Qingque remembered the task Ye Feng had just given her: to break open the cardamom fruit.
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