Xiao Feng, Don't Look Back—I'm Ling Yuan

Ye Wanqing looked at Ling Yuan's posture and clicked her tongue in wonder.

She had truly never seen one of her sisters like this before. Was love really that magical?

Should she talk to Zi Xin about it and ask to borrow her storybooks? She was actually a little curious.

No, Zi Xin had enough storybooks to build a mountain and could never finish reading them all. She might as well find time to "restock" directly from her.

Ling Yuan listened to Mother Ye's patient explanation, her eyes shining as she nodded in agreement from time to time.

After drinking a cup of tea, Mother Ye cleared her throat.

"Mm, that's more or less how it is. Later..."

Mother Ye glanced behind her, then whispered into Ling Yuan's ear, "I'll have Wanqing give you my old notes."

Ling Yuan's lips parted slightly. So she actually had to take notes for this sort of thing...

The women of the Ye Family she knew all seemed a little strange.

Wanqing went without saying. Mother Ye had even taken notes while pursuing Father Ye. Zi Xin seemed to be someone who was obsessed with storybooks.

Ling Yuan nodded slightly. "Thank you."

Looking at the three smiling people, Ling Yuan ultimately did not bring up the issue with the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul.

After thinking it over, she decided it would be better to go greet Xiao Feng first and discuss it with him.

If she told Wanqing and the others first and failed to handle things properly afterward, it would be disrespectful to Xiao Feng and would also leave Wanqing and the others disappointed. That would not be good.

After thanking Mother Ye, Ling Yuan left the Reception Hall with Ye Wanqing.

"Then, Wanqing, I'll be leaving first, all right? I'll come visit you again later. I can't Stay Long in Heaven Dou City. I still have things to take care of."

Ye Wanqing's eyes dimmed as she kicked away a pebble by her feet.

"That soon? I was still hoping to catch up with you properly. The Spirit Hall is such a nuisance. I told you not to join back then, but all you do every day is take on missions and cultivate."

Ling Yuan chuckled and pinched Ye Wanqing's delicate nose.

"All right, I'll play with you again next time. You need to hurry up and cultivate too. We've been apart for so long, so how are you still only at level 47?"

Ye Wanqing frowned. "Do you think everyone has as much talent as you? My Innate Soul Power is only level 6, and my Martial Soul is just an ordinary Begonia Flower.

"Reaching level 47 with that is already pretty good, all right? Becoming a Soul Sage in the future is practically guaranteed."

Ling Yuan smiled awkwardly.

"Speaking of which, is the Begonia Flower considered a devolved version of the Nine Heart Begonia? Or is the Nine Heart Begonia the one that mutated and evolved?"

Ye Wanqing tilted her head, clearly never having thought much about this question herself.

"It should be the former? After all, the Nine Heart Begonia has always awakened...

"No, that sounds strange. I don't want to think about it..."

"Then don't think about it. I'm leaving now. We'll meet again soon."

Ling Yuan waved her hand, and her figure faded away.

Ye Wanqing glanced at the empty space beside her and Pouted.

"Every one of them goes looking for trouble to keep themselves busy. Wouldn't it be better to be like me—eat when it's time to eat and play when it's time to play?

"Taking on a small mission once in a while is more than enough..."

When Ling Yuan returned to the base, she saw Lin Feng sitting at the desk with his eyes closed, resting.

She thought about Mother Ye's guidance and glanced at Qian Renxue in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared behind Lin Feng and knelt down.

A pair of delicate hands gently pressed against Lin Feng's shoulders, easing his fatigue.

"Who?"

"Xiao Feng, don't look back. I'm Ling Yuan."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. Where had Ling Yuan Jie learned that line? It felt so strange.

"Uh, thanks."

Ling Yuan's cheeks flushed red. Looking at Lin Feng, who had relaxed somewhat, she asked softly, "How does the pressure feel? Should I use a little more strength?"

"Mm, that's fine."

At that, a sly glint flashed through Ling Yuan's eyes. She began moving her thumbs toward Lin Feng's neck while massaging him.

"Mm~ Ling Yuan Jie, your massage technique has gotten better and better lately. It feels great."

"Then does Xiao Feng like it?"

Lin Feng nodded. "Of course I do. Ling Yuan Jie is massaging me personally. How could I not like it?"

"Hehe."

Ling Yuan felt delighted inside.

"You've been thinking for so long. Are you feeling mentally tired? Lie down and let me massage your temples."

"I'm all right. I think I'm in pretty good shape right now."

"Hmm?"

Ling Yuan promptly pushed Lin Feng down, placing his head on her thigh. A hint of warning entered her eyes.

"I suddenly feel a little tired after all. I'll have to trouble Ling Yuan Jie to give me a good massage."

"Mm~" Ling Yuan smiled in satisfaction.

Looking at the "Jade Bowl" before him, Lin Feng thought to himself, This is bad.

Do I actually like this feeling? How can that be? This can't be right!

"Xiao Feng, I really hope I can keep massaging you forever."

Lin Feng closed his eyes. "You will. As long as Ling Yuan Jie wants to, I'll always be here."

Ling Yuan's eyes lit up. Was this Xiao Feng's response? She inwardly relaxed and happily began rubbing Lin Feng's temples.

She stole a glance at Qian Renxue in the distance and secretly wondered how she could make Qian Renxue accept her.

Recently, it seemed that Qian Renxue had noticed some hints from her behavior, but she had not mocked her or rejected her.

She had not restricted Ling Yuan's interactions with Xiao Feng, either. Did that mean she was giving her a chance? What exactly was Xiao Xue's attitude?

Ling Yuan felt that she did not mind. The position of principal wife belonged to Qian Renxue, and having a place at all was already more than enough for her.

Qian Renxue glanced toward Lin Feng's room, seemingly intentionally and seemingly not, then let out a soft sigh.

"Ling Yuan Jie, if you hadn't always treated me so well when I was little, and if I hadn't seen how meticulously you've cared for Xiao Feng these past few years, while Xiao Feng clearly has feelings for you too, do you think I would let you off?

"If I weren't worried that rejecting you would affect Xiao Feng's state of mind, I wouldn't want to share him with you."

"Young Master?"

Seeing Qian Renxue lost in thought, Chrysanthemum Douluo asked in confusion.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking about something."

"What were you thinking about?"

"That's none of your business!"

Qian Renxue shot Chrysanthemum Douluo an annoyed look. He had interrupted her before, too.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's lips twitched.

"Pretend I never asked."

Qian Renxue looked at her reflection in the mirror and said disdainfully, "What a nuisance. This prince has such a feminine air about him. Even though the body is male, it lacks a trace of masculinity.

"Neither male nor female. Just thinking about having to pretend to look like this in the future annoys me."

Chrysanthemum Douluo pondered this. "Young Master, Xue Qinghe is only fifteen years old. His appearance hasn't fully settled yet. You can make slight adjustments to it every so often in the future."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly.

"That's true. Still, my Xiao Feng is much better-looking. These nobles and members of the imperial family are all the same—raised in luxury and addicted to extravagance."

"Exactly, Your Highness. This plan is precisely a major move for the future. Once we bring Heavenly Dou into our hands, the continent will ultimately be unified.

"Only then can the Spirit Masters and common people throughout the world truly receive the benefits they deserve."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly, her gaze turning cold.

"How laughable that the Two Great Empires are still secretly smearing the Spirit Hall. They should think about it. Without our Spirit Hall keeping them in check, would they willingly provide subsidies to Spirit Masters?

"Would they awaken Martial Souls for the common people free of charge? Every year, when people travel to all corners of the Douluo Continent to awaken Martial Souls for children, ninety-eight percent of them are from my Spirit Hall.

"The people's support has long been on our side. They have no chance of winning."

"Your Highness is wise."

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