## Volume 4: Phoenix Crying in the Ninth Heaven
＞Qibao’s birthday party at the General’s Mansion became a nightmare for the dignitaries of the four countries——
＞“I wish Sister Qiqi happy every day!” As soon as King Beidi finished speaking, glowing strawberry cake candles appeared above his head.
＞After the Saint of Southern Xinjiang said "Sweet Forever", her hair was automatically braided.
>In the chaos, Erbao’s pacifier became a “blessing vacuum cleaner”, and Sanbao’s rainbow candy was urgently used to neutralize the saccharin.
"This system promulgates the 'Blessing Energy Safety Law,'" the Venomous Tongue System inscribed on the candle. "Article 1: Blessings to Qibao must be filed with Chenbao Abacus in advance. Metaphors and rhetoric are prohibited!"
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The clamor of the Pacifier Gold Shop's grand opening and the controversy surrounding its sugar derivatives had just been rectified by Chen Bao's abacus regulations, and the General's Mansion welcomed a new focus: the fifth birthday of the fourth child, Su Qi. Unlike the earth-shattering arrival of Ling Bao, the preparations for Qi Bao's birthday were filled with pink, sweet, and childlike fun. The banquet hall, hand-decorated by Su Li and A Luo, was draped with tulle curtains dyed fluorescent with Holy Light Pepper Vine. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of Yu Bao's specially crafted "birthday rainbow candy." Qi Bao, the protagonist, wore a pink silk dress sewn by Su Li and embellished with tiny strawberries. The strawberry birthmark on her forehead shone brighter than usual, and her face was filled with pure joy, like a plump, juicy, sweet strawberry.
The invited guests, besides close family and friends, included the envoys from the four nations who had endured the "tribulations" of the General's Mansion (the pickle jar, the wish candy, the pacifier bank) yet remained resilient. They carried carefully prepared gifts and wore polite smiles, yet they remained vigilant, silently reciting the "Cute Baby Ability Risk Avoidance Manual" for fear of being drawn into any more supernatural events.
The atmosphere of the banquet was warm and peaceful. The cute babies each performed their duties in a rare manner:
* Second treasure Su Heng, holding a golden pacifier in his mouth, stood like a little guard beside Seventh treasure's birthday cake (a huge, seven-layered glowing cake condensed from the rainbow energy of Three Treasures), vigilantly preventing anyone (especially himself) from stealing a bite in advance.
* Sanbao Su Yu controlled his miniature rainbow cloud boat, flying over the banquet hall. The cloud boat sprinkled fine, sweet-smelling light particles, like a dreamy star rain.
* Dabao Su Chen sat in the corner holding an abacus. The beads were beating at the lowest frequency, monitoring the energy fluctuations of the entire banquet hall to prevent accidents.
* Lingbao Su Ling was placed in a specially made wave-proof cradle, which was reinforced with the golden light of the Chenbao abacus. She looked at the lights and people in the room curiously, and her little finger occasionally scratched the edge of the cradle unconsciously, leaving a few gentle light patterns describing the frequency of sound wave vibrations.
* Qiqi was surrounded by stars, her little face flushed, and the strawberry birthmark flickered happily with her happiness.
Everything seemed to be heading towards a perfect, childlike birthday party, until the blessing session arrived.
**Section 1: Concrete Birthday Wishes**
According to the procedure, the guests were required to offer their blessings to the little birthday boy in turn. This was a perfectly normal part of the process. However, in the General's Mansion, especially in front of Qibao, who was in an extremely joyful mood and whose holy light energy was unprecedentedly active, the ordinary was the most unusual.
The first to step forward was the Northern Di envoy, "Grassland Eagle." Having learned from his many mistakes, he decided to express his feelings with the simplest, safest words. He cleared his throat, gave Qibao what he considered his most gracious smile, and said aloud, "Congratulations, Your Highness Qiqi, on your birthday! May Your Highness... uh... be happy every day! May you always smile!" His words were simple and unpretentious, without a single exaggeration or metaphor.
However, the moment he said the word "happy"!
The strawberry birthmark on Qibao's forehead, as if triggered by a keyword, suddenly burst into a soft pink-white light! A warm, pure "happy" blessing energy, like an invisible ripple, instantly enveloped the messenger!
As everyone stared in astonishment, a small, delicate strawberry-shaped birthday candle, condensed from pure holy light, popped from the top of the messenger's meticulously combed hair. A warm candlelight flickered at the tip, a sweet fragrance emanating from it, and the candlelight illuminated his instantly petrified face!
"Heaven... May you be happy every day?" The messenger stiffly raised his hand and touched the candle glowing overhead. It felt warm and carried the sweet scent of strawberries. He was almost crying, but no tears remained. This blessing... was too concrete, wasn't it?!
The second was the Southern Border Saint, "Spirit Bird of the Deep Valley." She witnessed the Northern Di envoy's "candlestick head" and was horrified. She took a deep breath and decided to pray the intangible, beautiful prayer that the Southern Borderers were so adept at: "May Her Highness Qiqi's life... forever be as sweet and fragrant as honey."
Before he finished speaking!
Qibao's strawberry birthmark shines again! A strong and indissoluble "sweet" blessing energy surges towards the Saint!
The Saint felt a strange tingling sensation on her scalp! Her long, cascading black hair suddenly moved without a breeze, as if possessed by life, dancing, entwining, and weaving on its own! In the blink of an eye, her long, black hair transformed into a fluffy, soft, and alluringly sweet pink... a giant pink! Her hair, perched precariously on her head, was dotted with a few colorful sugar beads formed from the strands of hair!
The Saint froze in place, feeling the sweet burden weighing heavily on her head, and the gazes from all directions, wanting to smile but not daring to, her cheeks instantly flushed. Forever sweet... literally?
The third was Xiling's stoic and prudent Minister of Revenue, "Iron Abacus." He adjusted his single-crystal glasses and decided on the most appropriate and unambiguous blessing for his status: "Happy birthday, Your Highness! May Your Highness cultivate both blessings and wisdom, and be intelligent...er...clever." He abruptly swallowed "extraordinarily intelligent" and substituted it with the safer "clever."
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