"Sacred Might Immortal Emperor?" The pale green bodice's voice carried a hint of age and wistfulness. "Was that the posthumous title she received after Sister Nishuang passed away? It sounded rather imposing. I never expected that after waking from this sleep, I would already be forever separated from Sister Nishuang by life and death."
"Back when Nishuang was still a princess, I was merely a Purple Mansion treasure-grade bodice. Every day, I watched over her health and accompanied her as she grew up."
"Wait." Wang Fugui frowned. "Did Her Majesty Sacred Might only have one bodice? And you were with her every day..."
"Of course... she did not have only one." The pale green bodice awkwardly defended itself. "But was that the point? As her favorite one... I occupied the most important years of her growth."
"Wait again." Wang Fugui raised a brow. "The chances of a Purple Mansion treasure developing intelligence are far too low. Are you sure you were conscious back then? That logic doesn't add up."
"You brat! Are you going to let a bodice tell its story or not?!" The pale green bodice flew into an embarrassed rage, protesting in a shrill voice. "That was just speculation and artistic embellishment. A special bodice like me must have been Sister Nishuang's favorite one. I'm telling you, if you keep picking at every hair and splitting every fiber, there won't be any story left to hear."
Seriously, this kid's mind was far too sharp. It made it hard for him to make things up!
Wang Fugui spread his hands helplessly. "Please, continue your story..."
"Hmph. At least you know what's good for you. Under my meticulous care and companionship, Sister Nishuang inherited the Immortal Scripture and won glorious merits on the Outer Realm Battlefield. Had nothing gone wrong,