Cloud Sky

In the High Heaven Secret Realm, inside a small pavilion.

Watching his precious daughter flip through a book at random, Ye Lingxiao couldn't help his eyelid twitching.

He coughed and set down the ancient book in his hands, then asked as if offhandedly, "That brat's back?"

"Ah."

Ye Qingyu's voice was flat and calm, simple and brief.

"Uh..." Ye Lingxiao grew even more nervous. He patted the chair beside him. "Good girl, come sit."

"I don't want to."

"Have some tea? The finest Three Thoughts Tea!"

"I don't want any."

"Actually, when you're troubled, reading might not be the best thing..."

"Who's troubled?"

Steam curled up from the Three Thoughts Tea before Ye Lingxiao.

After drinking this tea, one would ponder three times in a day, its aftertaste lingering endlessly; hence the name "Three Thoughts." The last time Du Ruhui had visited, Ye Lingxiao hadn't even been willing to have it served.

He sighed silently to himself. This was harder than matching wits with Du Ruhui.

But he smiled and said, "I'm the one who's a little troubled. Cloud Treading Lake will thaw soon. Come fishing with me, how about it?"

"I'm not going."

"The Pavilion's annual competition is about to begin. As the senior sister, isn't it a little inappropriate for you to hide away here..."

"Let them be."

Ye Lingxiao: ...

Jiang Wang, you little thief! If I don't beat you to a pulp, how can I soothe the hatred in my heart?

A little man roared furiously in his heart, howling at the sky.

But his face remained composed and unruffled, his bearing graceful and carefree.

He lightly tapped his forehead, feigning sudden realization. "Oh, right. I forgot to mention something. It has to do with Jiang Wang."

"If it's about him, tell him yourself." Ye Qingyu