After Ling Qingzhu and Mu Zi fooled around wildly for a while, they gradually calmed down.
They sat side by side, their blue-and-white dresses setting each other off against the riotous sea of flowers, like a moving painting.
Looking at Ling Qingzhu's now-calm face and recalling how lively she had been just now, Mu Zi smiled softly, feeling somewhat moved.
"I didn't expect you to have this side to you."
What Ling Qingzhu showed to the outside world had always been polite and well-reasoned. Beneath her gentle voice, there always seemed to be a thin layer of ice, hiding a coldness that kept others a thousand miles away, like a cool, aloof fairy.
But just now, Mu Zi had seen her lively, charming side. In that moment, she was no longer that lofty fairy, but more like a real person.
Ling Qingzhu was not embarrassed in the slightest. She tilted her head slightly, her jade hand propping up her fragrant cheek, her beautiful eyes smiling.
"Is that not good?"
Mu Zi met Ling Qingzhu's gaze and saw the ease and freedom in her eyes. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
"It is quite rare."
"I only act like this in front of you." Ling Qingzhu gazed at Mu Zi's face and bloomed into a bright smile.
As the successor of Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, in order to cultivate the Supreme Induction Art, she needed to keep her heart clear and her desires few, suppressing her true nature and finding it difficult to reveal the real emotions within her.
Ling Qingzhu had been taken in by the Palace Master as a personal disciple since childhood. Her status in Taiqing Palace was lofty, and the people of her age around her inevitably treated her with either awe or flattery, making sincere