[Huh? Heavenly Emperor Fairy, you knew I built myself a huge tomb too?] Song Shuhang asked in surprise. [Have you been spying on me all this time?]
The Heavenly Emperor's head hurt. "..."
Lately, she had been trying hard to adapt to Soft Feather's hopelessly tangled thought processes, but whenever she spoke with these people whose thoughts leaped straight off cliffs, she still felt exhausted in body and mind.
When talking to people like this, you could never guess what they would say next, or which galaxy they would drag your topic off to.
What made it even more awkward was... she really had spied on Song Shuhang before. That was how she knew where his main body and clone were, and whether he would obstruct her grand plan to pass on the throne.
But if she answered with something like "I did spy on you" now, she felt as though she would be dragged down to Song Shuhang's level, doing the same sort of "spying" he did.
So the Heavenly Emperor fell silent again, unwilling to speak.
[As for a coffin, Senior White has actually already prepared a Flying-Sword-Style Wooden Coffin for me. It's awesome,] Song Shuhang replied. A flying-sword-shaped coffin was trendy and cool, and most importantly, it was shaped like a sword. Although he had long since given up hope of having any talent for swordsmanship and accepted that he was a saber wielder, that did not stop him from admiring flying swords.
"Do you think I'm merely discussing coffin designs with you?" the Heavenly Emperor asked through gritted teeth. "I'm asking you how you want to die!"
Song Shuhang: "..."
He remembered that Senior White Two had once asked him how he wanted to die as well.
The answer Song Shuhang had given back then was