Qingque was already dumbfounded.
Recalling what she had just said and done—
President Qing had fallen, the sun had been wounded, and all that remained was the thunder of five bolts striking her at once.
Gah, I'm gonna die!
A bratty girl had to be punished!
She had dreamed of becoming the president of the Imperial Jade Group, gotten wildly arrogant, called Diviner Fu Little Xuanzi, and even proclaimed herself the big sister of Hua Yi's harem—
How could she possibly escape this calamity?
Qingque was, after all, a diviner of the Divination Commission, not some ordinary girl. She would find a way through this crisis herself instead of standing there stupidly and waiting to die.
This was a huge gamble, friend.
After swiftly weighing the pros and cons, Qingque sprang into action, hid behind Hua Yi, and poked her head out to repent to Fu Xuan.
"Grand Diviner, I was wrong! I truly never meant any disrespect toward you, ma'am. It had to be Huohuo—yes, that rotten Masked Fool deliberately used the power of [Elation] to magnify my malicious thoughts!"
"Magnify them, did she?"
Fu Xuan kept a straight face.
"So you had malicious thoughts to begin with? Every time I caught you slacking off, did you secretly hold a grudge and think about when to get revenge?"
"No, no, no! My loyalty to the Grand Diviner is as clear as the sun and moon..."
Fu Xuan pressed forward step by step, and Qingque fell into a desperate crisis. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tried to choose her words, only to realize that the Grand Diviner's expression had not softened at all.
If anything, it felt like she was only making things worse.
Help!
Qingque could only clutch at her sole lifeline, gently tugging Hua Yi's sleeve