Chi Yu froze, then hurriedly said, "You're talking nonsense. Those two are a couple. You know that. Senior Brother Xuanji and I are fellow disciples."
Xiaoqiu said perceptively, "Because you two feel a lot like that emperor and Duyu to me. When you two talk, I can't get a word in. When Duyu talks to his Majesty, we can't get a word in either. It's like there's a barrier."
Xiaoqiu was actually a little jealous of his Highness. He was still immature, and his cultivation was low, so he couldn't help Aotian-ge with his cultivation. He could only watch as the two of them grew very close.
That jealousy made him feel a little ashamed. He felt he shouldn't treat his Highness that way, because he also loved his Highness very much. His feelings were complicated.
Being unable to get between them frightened Xiaoqiu. And now there was even a Yaomo who didn't know what was good for him. He felt he mattered less and less.
Sigh, perhaps he had so many distracting thoughts because he was a child. Or perhaps it was precisely because he had so many distracting thoughts that his cultivation couldn't advance.
All those thoughts in Xiaoqiu's mind melted away when Chi Yu, left speechless, cupped his face and kissed him. "Xiaoqiu, how could you think that?"
Chi Yu coaxed him with practiced ease. "When we talk, your Highness can't get a word in either." Then he kissed his cheek again. "Don't overthink it, all right? Letting your thoughts run wild is bad for cultivation."
Xiaoqiu blushed, instantly appeased, and said with renewed spirits, "I understand, Aotian-ge."
He walked away, touching the cheek that had been kissed.
Chi Yu noticed Xie Xiyi's gaze and smiled. "Senior Brother Xuanji, why are you looking at me like that?