"Your Highness's words are truly interesting."
I saved you this afternoon, treated your wounds tonight, and even dug a pond for you to bathe in. And now you're saying this?!
Lingyue dares not accept Your Highness's kindness; I will leave.
With an incomprehensible expression, he turned to leave.
Long Qilan quickly grabbed his sleeve and pleaded, "No, no, no, I won't talk nonsense anymore. I just couldn't hold back my words. I'll shut up from now on, okay? Don't leave me alone, I'm scared."
She was terrified and didn't want to suffer alone.
Yue Qingling never wanted to fall out with Long Qilan, after all, Lingjing Sect was still hoping to use Long Qilan as a connection to climb up to Longsheng Kingdom.
Seeing her like this, I could only sit down sullenly.
If he had known this would happen, he would have covered his face.
Now, instead, they're causing trouble.
Being too handsome is a curse.
Just a little bit of handsomeness is fine.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, do you hate me?"
Long Qilan asked in a low voice.
Yue Qingling explained calmly, "I really do have someone I like. You can't force me to do something I don't like, can you?"
"Is she very pretty?"
"Appearance is not important," Yue Qingling said, too lazy to even reply.
"Then where is she?" Long Qilan persisted.
"She's in my heart!"
Yue Qingling pointed somewhat irritably to her chest, where Huang Xinning was already asleep.
Long Qilan looked at him with a strange expression. She bit her red lips and muttered softly, "Is this woman the one he's imagining?"
Thinking about it this way, she felt much more at ease.
But in any case, the following days passed peacefully.
Yue Qingling diligently took pills and meditated every day, while Long Qilan quietly protected him.
She was genuinely terrified after this assassination attempt.
I might as well stay here and not leave.
Moreover, she also realized a truth.
You can't confess your feelings as soon as you meet someone.
We need to communicate and chat first, get to know each other, and then talk about feelings.
So over the next four days, she spent a lot of time chatting with Yue Qingling.
Yue Qingling spoke to her in a relaxed manner, and sometimes they would exchange a few simple jokes.
Moreover, Yue Qingling also learned that if Long Qilan gained nothing from this secret realm adventure, she would be scolded by her mother, the Empress, when she returned.
On the last day, Yue Qingling took out a bronze pipa from his storage bag and placed it in front of Long Qilan.
"This is... a high-grade magic weapon?"
Long Qilan said in shock.
"A high-grade magic weapon? I can't really tell the difference." Yue Qingling smiled and looked at Long Qilan, saying in a friendly manner, "Your Highness, consider this your spoils of war from the secret realm. Otherwise, your mother will scold you when you get out."
"You...you gave this to me?"
Long Qilan was shocked again, and this time she froze on the spot.
A top-grade magic weapon is something that countless cultivators dream of. Many sects would fight tooth and nail for a top-grade magic weapon, and there are even centuries-old feuds between them.
Yue Qingling just gave it to her so generously?
Yue Qingling smiled and said, "I originally planned to take this magic artifact back to our Lingjing Sect, but now that I think about it, I'll do my master's decision and give it to Your Highness to solve your urgent problem."
Long Qilan, in disbelief, stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the bronze pipa.
She then carefully picked up the pipa, gently plucked it, and a clear stream of air gushed out instantly.
This is truly a wonderful ritual implement.
She reluctantly put down the pipa and asked with a worried look, "Aren't you afraid your master will scold you?"
Yue Qingling thought to herself, "This is Huang Xinning's suggestion."
But he still had to smile and reply, "It's okay, my master is very good to me."
Upon hearing this, Huang Xinning, who was in her spiritual realm, naturally smiled with delight.
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