Tang Xiao lowered his head and looked at the beauty in his arms.
"With my divine power protecting it, it won't get messed up."
"Besides, even if it does, I can just comb it for you again."
There was a trace of laughter in Tang Xiao's voice.
Qian Renxue felt sweetness well up in her heart and pressed her cheek against his chest.
"You said it. From now on, you have to comb my hair every morning."
"Alright, whatever you say."
Tang Xiao fondly tightened his arms, drawing their bodies even closer together.
The cities and mountains below swept rapidly backward. Before long, the outline of a magnificent imperial palace appeared in sight.
Tang Xiao did not take her directly to the main hall. Instead, he changed direction and slowly descended onto a secluded terrace on the palace's rear mountain.
The terrain here was extremely high, overlooking more than half the palace. All around grew all kinds of precious Soul Tool flowers, and the surroundings were tranquil and elegant.
The moment her feet touched the ground, Qian Renxue broke free from Tang Xiao's embrace.
A little nervously, she adjusted her splendid golden robes, then touched the bun atop her head.
"Xiao, hurry and take a look. Is anything out of place?"
Qian Renxue turned around and lightly spun once before Tang Xiao.
Her golden skirt flared like a blooming peony, making her seem all the more noble and enchanting.
Tang Xiao stood where he was, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked her up and down.
"Perfect."
"My Xue'er is the most beautiful, no matter when."
Tang Xiao smiled in praise.
Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at him, slightly bashful.
"You only know how to say nice things to coax me."
"But doesn't this outfit look a little