Friendships between children are really simple.
Jiang Shumiao looked up at Chen Xunzhi with a blank expression, her big eyes full of confusion.
Chen Xunzhi said, "The Emperor has issued an edict summoning Princess Fule to the palace immediately. Her sedan chair is ready and waiting outside."
Jiang Shumiao finally realized what was happening.
No school today.
"Yay!"
She immediately packed up her books, jumped off the stool, and ran very fast on her short legs, her cheerful voice filling the air.
Goodbye, sir.
Chen Xunzhi: "..."
Jiang Shumiao shoved the schoolbag into Fuqu's hands, "Sister Fuqu, you go back to the Duke's Mansion first, I can go to the palace by myself."
Fuqu was initially filled with worry, but the heavy object in her hand suddenly pulled her back to her senses. She subconsciously reached out and hooked her collar, but then realized that she had overstepped her bounds and immediately let go.
Jiang Shumiao turned around, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong? Do you want to go to the palace too? Then come with me..."
No, no, no.
Fuqu shook her head vigorously. She glanced at Hu Zhengxiang, the messenger waiting beside her, and said, "The immortal from Penglai has come to see the goddess. The Duke's mansion may not know the news yet. I will go back and inform the Princess first."
"Immortals from Penglai?"
Jiang Shumiao then understood why her uncle, the emperor, had summoned her to the palace. She turned to look at Hu Zhengxiang.
Hu Zhengxiang bowed and said with a smile, "Yes, upon hearing of the goddess's descent to earth, the immortal from Penglai has come to pay his respects."
He spoke politely, but the other party's attitude was, well, a bit arrogant.
They clearly don't take the goddess seriously.
Or rather, they simply don't believe in the existence of goddess reincarnations.
Jiang Shumiao understood.
"Let's go then."
She got into the sedan chair, locked her divine sense on the paper figure that had not yet flown to the East Sea, forcibly pulled it back, and placed it in her palm.
They encountered Wen Zhixuan, who had also been urgently summoned to the palace, at the palace gate.
The two exchanged a glance.
Wen Zhixuan said, "People from the celestial realm have come, claiming to pay their respects to the goddess, yet they refuse to deign to visit. It seems that this goddess, Princess, has little credibility."
He was always aloof and disdainful, and he would directly criticize any official in the court who displeased him.
Hu Zhengxiang lowered his head and pretended not to hear.
Jiang Shumiao understood; the visitors from Penglai were up to no good.
She smiled, showing her teeth, and stretched out her two small arms to Wen Zhixuan, "Brother-in-law, I'm tired from walking, can you carry me inside?"
Wen Zhixuan: "..."
He glanced at the sedan chair at the palace gate.
Walk? ? ? ?
Wen Zhixuan turned around and walked inside, when he suddenly felt a weight on his back. Jiang Shumiao was already leaning on his shoulder, and he subconsciously reached out to support her short legs.
"Carrying it on your back is also nice."
Wen Zhixuan's forehead veins throbbed. "Get down."
"I don't."
Jiang Shumiao clung tightly to his shoulders, "I've already called you brother-in-law, what's wrong with carrying me on your back?"
Wen Zhixuan has never carried a child on his back, not even his own son.
He took a deep breath and stepped back.
"I'll hug you."
"Okay."
Having achieved her goal, Jiang Shumiao rolled from his back to his chest, blinked her clear eyes, and said, "Now we're in the same boat."
Wen Zhixuan pressed her head onto his shoulder.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Before the morning court session ended, the ministers were waiting in the Xuan Room when they saw the usually aloof Grand Preceptor walk in carrying a little baby and looking constipated.
The ministers: "..."
Jiang Zhixu's eyelids twitched violently, and she subconsciously uttered, "Miaomiao."
As soon as Jiang Shumiao entered, she saw a young man in a blue and white robe standing in the center. He looked to be only about thirty years old, with delicate features and a ring-shaped jade pendant around his waist.
Before I could even see clearly, I heard my father's voice.
She looked up and called out, "Father."
Wen Zhixuan immediately put her down and bowed to Emperor Hongde.
Emperor Hongde said to Jiang Shumiao, "Miaomiao, this is the Azure Sea Immortal from Penglai Immortal Mountain. He has come to see you specifically."
Master Bihai had just sized up Jiang Shumiao and could tell at a glance that she was a mortal.
"This humble Taoist greets the Princess."
His tone was indifferent, devoid of respect, and there was even a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Jiang Shumiao recalled Wen Zhixuan's words earlier, "The sage said, 'Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?' Since you've come to pay your respects, why not come in person? I would certainly welcome you with open arms. Don't you cultivators understand the rules?"
Wen Zhixuan glanced at him sideways.
The little girl's eyes were full of innocence, as if she were asking a very serious question.
Master Bihai's face darkened, but he still suppressed his temper and said, "I come from the East Sea. I have heard that a goddess has descended to the mortal world, but I do not know where she has gone. I can only enter the palace to pay my respects to His Majesty in order to find out where she is."
"You're lying!"
Jiang Shumiao stared wide-eyed. "The teacher said that good children don't lie. You're 899 years old, how can you lie to a child?"
899 years old?
Upon hearing this, all the officials couldn't help but look at Master Bihai.
No wonder he's a cultivator.
Master Bihai was somewhat shocked, and his voice rose, "You can tell my age?"
Is it that difficult?
Jiang Shumiao looked puzzled.
"You entered the Dao at the age of six and formed your core at the age of thirty-three. Your talent is quite good. Yet you are over eight hundred years old and still haven't achieved the Great Dao. It seems your Dao heart is not pure."
Master Bihai's pupils widened, "You..."
"What's wrong with me? Didn't you come to see me?"
Jiang Shumiao snapped his fingers, and a golden array appeared on the ground, surrounded by pillars of golden light.
Wen Zhixuan exclaimed in surprise: "The Immortal Binding Formation!"
Jiang Zhixu, no longer caring about past grudges, hurriedly asked, "Imperial Preceptor, what is the Immortal Binding Formation?"
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