Lin Changqing looked at Su Wanqing's delighted expression, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Just kidding."
Su Wanqing froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Saint Venerable, you're still as funny as ever."
Still laughing, she stepped into the front hall, her eyes never leaving Lin Changqing.
Then she sensed that something was amiss.
The aura radiating from Lin Changqing was even more unfathomable than it had been three days ago.
Before, when she stood beside him, she could still just barely sense his aura.
Now she couldn't sense it at all.
He was right in front of her, yet her perception swept over him and found nothing, as if there were no one standing there at all!
That unfathomable feeling made her heart tighten slightly.
He had only been in seclusion for three days... and the Saint Venerable's strength had already risen so much again.
A twenty-year-old Half-Step Martial Emperor, with four Martial Saints guarding him and a Pureblood Qilin as his mount.
And what about her? A peak fifth-grade martial artist. She was outstanding among the princesses of the imperial family, but compared with the Saint Venerable, she was worlds apart.
She pressed her lips together as that faint sense of inferiority quietly rose within her again.
"What are you standing there for? Sit."
Lin Changqing's voice interrupted her wandering thoughts.
He pointed to the chair beside him, then instructed Uncle Liu.
"Uncle Liu, serve the tea."
"Yes, Prince."
Su Wanqing came back to herself and sat in the chair beside Lin Changqing.
Looking at his clear, handsome face, she gradually felt some of her tension ease.
Whatever else might be said, the Saint Venerable had always treated her well.
Lin Changqing picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked casually, "Anything new in the