This time, Yin Qingyi used much less force, and with a light leap, she jumped out of the window and into the backyard. Reaching the spot where she had stood the previous night, and looking at her footprints on the ground, Yin Qingyi was certain that she wasn't dreaming.

"Little Peach Blossom, can you come out now?" Yin Qingyi asked softly, touching her birthmark.

After a while, the peach blossom appeared before Yin Qingyi's eyes, but it was much smaller. This time, it was no longer floating above Yin Qingyi's head, but in front of her, floating up and down.

"Did you bring me back last night? And did you clean my shoes too?" Yin Qingyi said, reaching out to touch the peach blossom, but unfortunately, she touched nothing.

After hearing Yin Qingyi's words, the peach blossom immediately spun around in place and then floated up and down in large arcs, as if nodding.

"Then why can you touch me but I can't touch you?" Yin Qingyi looked at her hand that had passed through the peach blossoms, puzzled.

The peach blossom seemed to understand Yin Qingyi's words after thinking for a while, and then stretched out one of its petals and waved it in front of Yin Qingyi, as if gesturing for her to touch it.

Yin Qingyi looked at the petal in front of her, then at the peach blossom that had stopped swaying, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently placed her hand on the petal. Then Yin Qingyi's eyes widened as she felt the touch in her hand. It was no longer the feeling of nothingness; she had truly touched it!

"So whether you can touch it or not is entirely up to you?" Yin Qingyi touched the petal in her hand in surprise, saying that it was no different from a normal peach petal, but Yin Qingyi just found it very peculiar.

The peach blossom seemed to raise its chin arrogantly, but unfortunately it didn't have a chin; it just looked like it was raising a petal slightly. However, Yin Qingyi could still sense its inner thoughts.

"You can understand everything but can't speak. You can't answer complicated questions. Oh well, you're still somewhat useful. Shall I give you a name? Let's call you Little Flower." Yin Qingyi didn't even think it through properly before deciding on the name for this peach blossom.

Fortunately, this peach blossom doesn't seem to care about its name, so it doesn't know how perfunctory the name "Little Flower" is.

"Then what happened to me yesterday? What is the qi in my body?" Yin Qingyi asked, looking at the peach blossom in front of her. Unfortunately, the little flower knew the reason for her question, but didn't know how to answer Yin Qingyi.

"Sigh~ Why can't you speak!" Yin Qingyi sighed again as she looked at Xiao Hua.

Little Flower was also helpless; it could only spin around there, since it couldn't write either...

“I’ve got an idea! I’ll ask it another way: Is that energy internal energy?” Yin Qingyi suddenly thought of this and asked with a bright look in her eyes.

The little flower stopped spinning in mid-air, thought for a moment, and swayed left and right.

"No? Then it's... cultivating immortality?" Yin Qingyi paused, her eyes shining as she looked at Xiao Hua, her voice lowered so that only she and Xiao Hua could hear it.

After thinking for a long time, Xiaohua hesitated, nodded, and then shook her head.

"Yes and no? Tsk, really. So my cultivation method is to absorb your scattered light every day?" Yin Qingyi frowned, wanting to say something but not saying anything, and asked other questions instead.

Xiaohua nodded again and then shook her head.

"…Fine, that's like saying nothing at all." Yin Qingyi rolled her eyes. Of course, while Yin Qingyi said this, Xiao Hua's answer was actually somewhat useful. For example, she was currently on a path that wasn't quite immortal cultivation, but might be. Based on what she sensed about Xiao Hua's thoughts, it was roughly this path—it might be immortal cultivation, but she couldn't actually become an immortal; at most, she might just live a longer life. Also, there should be other cultivation methods for her, but she hadn't discovered them yet. So, for now, the only option was to absorb the shimmering light from the nine peach trees and the golden light from Xiao Hua.

The little flower felt wronged and folded its petals, shrinking into a bud.

"...Alright, I'm not saying you're bad, it's just...why can't you speak!" Yin Qingyi looked at the flower petals and couldn't help but want to laugh, but she held it back. She was originally going to comfort her, but as she spoke, she sighed again. She really didn't understand. It clearly understood everything and had some strange abilities, but why couldn't it speak? Or would it be able to speak after another level up? Yin Qingyi thought of this possibility, her eyes lit up, and she immediately asked.

As a result, the little flower floating in the air was also stunned after hearing Yin Qingyi's question; it didn't know the answer either.

"Sigh~" Yin Qingyi looked at Xiao Hua, sighed again, and then turned and went back into the house.

Xiao Hua watched Yin Qingyi's retreating figure, then followed her with a pitiful expression. After Yin Qingyi entered the house, she disappeared. Perhaps Xiao Hua went back alone and became depressed.

Looking at the vanished little flower, Yin Qingyi knew it had returned to the birthmark. She didn't call the flower out. She tried to sit cross-legged on the bed; thankfully, her body was flexible enough, and she easily assumed the position. Then, Yin Qingyi imitated the sitting posture of those cultivators she had seen on TV, closing her eyes to meditate. One minute, two minutes… a quarter of an hour passed. Yin Qingyi opened her eyes and looked at her posture. Yes, that was it, but her legs were numb and she couldn't feel anything! Thinking about how those protagonists succeeded only after countless failures, Yin Qingyi encouraged herself and continued meditating with her eyes closed.

Half an hour later, Yin Qingyi lay on the bed, grimacing as she felt the tingling sensation in her legs. This feeling was truly intoxicating! She was definitely not destined to be a protagonist; she couldn't handle this kind of self-torture! It was absolutely impossible. Yin Qingyi gave up on this idea after just half an hour. Let whoever wants to do it, do it; she wasn't going to.

While Yin Qingyi was torturing herself in the room, Yinzhen looked in the direction of Luoxuexuan with an inscrutable expression.

"Is the concubine awake yet?" Yinzhen asked softly.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Consort Xi rose very early today, around 7:00 AM. I heard she ate a lavish breakfast, and afterward, she stayed alone in her room, refusing to be served. Even Granny Qi and Qiu Ju and Chun Lan were driven out, and they probably haven't come out yet." Su Peisheng immediately stepped forward to answer, inwardly glad that he had sent Su Xiaobao to Luoxue Pavilion to inquire with Mingyue Fengqing earlier, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to answer. He felt helpless; clearly, his master cared about Consort Xi, so why did he have to make things difficult for him? He was the master; couldn't he go wherever he wanted? Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. Su Peisheng truly didn't understand what his master was thinking. Why make Consort Xi uncomfortable and feel sorry for her?