Beside him, Ling'er's almond-shaped eyes had long since narrowed into crescents, looking especially bright and clear.
Those little hands of hers were covered in chilblains from knitting sweaters for her princess consort and the Demon Venerable.
Her slightly babyish face was filled with relief.
Wonderful! Everything I just went through was only a dream! The princess consort is fine, the Demon Venerable is fine, and I won't die either. I can keep serving at their sides forever.
But...
Will the Demon Venerable really take me as his concubine maid and need me to massage his legs?
Remembering those embarrassing things amid the flickering lamplight in her dream, the little maid blushed, as though layers of rosy clouds had stained her face.
As for Ye Qinghong, he stood behind his master the whole time, expressionless and looking especially solemn, the Azure Shadow Sword still in his hand.
He possessed a glazed sword heart, so he could easily sense that those serving his master were all spirits.
Normally, he would have stood beside his master long ago, using his killing intent and Sword Qi to intimidate these spirits.
But at this moment, his earlobes were rather red, and his cold, frost-covered eyes seemed to have thawed, shining brightly as he listened to the Tower Spirit beside him.
"Mother, please don't be angry. These are all spirits I raised. They don't have much awareness of their own, and Master never cares about them anyway. He's just putting on an act in front of these people to anger them..."
The Tower Spirit kept explaining, the little horn-shaped braids on her head bobbing as she tried to persuade Ye Qinghong in her childish voice.
Yet Ye Qinghong heard none of what followed, because the moment he heard the word "Mother," he became dizzy, his cheeks