A good little student by day, back to the Saintess Palace at night to have the cook make something tasty.
He should have been at school today, but early that morning, Qian Xunji had unprecedentedly sent someone to drag him out of the classroom and take him straight to the rear hall of the Pope Palace.
Deng Tianxin had thought he had been caught slacking off, only to discover upon arrival that Qian Xunji's wife was about to give birth.
This had nothing to do with him in the first place. The Pope's wife was having a child—what was a disciple of the Saintess doing here joining in the excitement?
He had asked Qian Xunji that very question, and Qian Xunji's answer was brief and direct.
He wanted Deng Tianxin to use his God of Love Martial Soul to sense his wife's emotional state. If anything seemed wrong, perhaps his ability to perceive emotions could be useful.
Put plainly, he was being used as a human emotional monitoring device. It was not as though he had anything better to do.
"Can you sit down already?" Deng Tianxin finally could not help speaking up. He looked up at Qian Xunji, who had just passed in front of him for the fourth time, his little face full of disdain. "You keep pacing around. You're making me dizzy."
Qian Xunji halted and turned to look at the little runt sitting in the chair.
His brows remained tightly furrowed, but that aura of tension that seemed ready to snap eased slightly after being poked by such an impudent complaint.
Qian Xunji said nothing. He merely walked to the chair beside Deng Tianxin, swept aside his robes, and sat down.
Yet he did not sit peacefully. His back remained ramrod straight, his fingers gripping the