After dealing with a host of matters, Han Qingxiu returned to her temporary residence in the palace.
As soon as she entered the room, she sat on the bed and then lay down.
It has to be said that this lying down completely exposed Han Qingxiu's thin figure; it was flat all the way down, as flat as a bed board.
Even Ping's Wu Er couldn't stand it anymore, so he jumped off Han Qingxiu's shoulder and stood on a table to the side.
He asked, "Xiuer, did you enjoy those few times today?"
"I don't know, I just felt really tired after it was over."
"Oh? I put so much energy into it? How could you possibly get tired?"
After a series of inexplicable and suggestive conversations, Han Qingxiu sighed.
"Master, what do you think Dongfang Yan is after?"
Han Qingxiu was still puzzled by what happened today.
Wu Er waved his short arms and said, "I think it must be due to the influence of the remnant soul in his body. The aura of that remnant soul feels familiar to me. I must have dealt with that person before."
"Huh?" Han Qingxiu sat up instead of lying down. "You've dealt with Master? That must be amazing!"
Wu Er replied, "Maybe. Actually, I'm not too sure, but it just feels familiar."
After saying that, Wu Er didn't want to continue the conversation, so he said, "Alright, Xiu'er, you should get some rest. You're exhausted today, and you still have to select disciples tomorrow. Get some rest."
Seeing that her master didn't want to talk, Han Qingxiu didn't say anything more and simply sat down on the bed to meditate and rest...
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