Su Feng only wanted to see Qing He. Hearing the commotion on the way, he arranged for Shen Xun to go to his lodgings, and only brought Qing He to Shangqing Palace, where Su Feng lived.
Hearing this, he only escorted her to the outside of the hall before turning and leaving. Qinghe paused for a moment, then stepped inside.
As soon as Qinghe stepped into the hall, he smelled the familiar scent of ink. He had smelled the ink scent on Qi Rong in the Divine Tree Space before, and now he smelled the same scent on another Qi Rong. He couldn't express his feelings for a moment.
The hall was deserted and empty, giving off a sense of loneliness and desolation. This feeling made Qinghe frown; this atmosphere shouldn't belong to Qirong.
As I walked further in, I saw Su Feng by the window. He was dressed in white, holding an ink brush, and I didn't know what he was writing.
Qinghe walked towards him step by step, her steps very light, but she knew he could hear her.
Her watery eyes gazed down at his brows, then down to his red eyes, nose, thin lips, and finally to his pale fingertips, before finally looking at the desk.
He is painting.
And the painting depicts her.
With each stroke and dot, she was painted to lifelike perfection.
However, once the painting was completed, it was missing only a pair of eyes.
Su Feng stopped drawing. "I can't draw it."
Qinghe brushed his hand away and took the brush from him. "If you can't draw it, then don't draw it. The person is right in front of you, so why be so fixated on drawing it?"
Qinghe put down her pen and looked up at him.
Her eyes were so anxious that Su Feng didn't dare to turn around and look at her.
After a long pause, he spoke his second question, "What's your name?"
“Qinghe, the Qing of the blue sky, and the He of the gentle face.”
"Qinghe...do you know me before? Why do I feel a sense of familiarity when I see you?"
Qinghe smiled and said, "Of course I know you, you are my husband."
Su Feng suddenly looked at her: "Husband? What is that?"
Qinghe's gaze towards him suddenly became complicated: "Don't you know what my husband means?"
She reached out and placed a hand on Su Feng's forehead. He didn't have a fever. Could he be mentally challenged?
Despite the icy coldness of his hands, Su Feng felt a warm current flow into his heart, stirring up countless waves.
He placed his palm on hers, his crimson eyes sparkling like rubies as he gazed at her.
Qinghe didn't pull her hand away; instead, she raised her other hand and placed it on top of her.
Su Feng paused for a moment, then reached out with his other hand.
The four hands stacked together create a strange yet beautiful feeling.
Their gazes met, but there was no spark or passion, only a sense of peace and tranquility in each other's eyes.
This is what the fourth brother saw when he came in.
His originally respectful and polite expression turned sharp and cold when he saw Qinghe. He immediately put on an expression of disgust and resentment, but he did not vent it because Sufeng was present.
Such a look naturally caught Qinghe's attention. She withdrew her hand and looked towards the palace entrance. Facing the fourth brother's undisguised rejection, she appeared much calmer. However, she wondered why this person disliked her so much when she hadn't done anything wrong.
Qinghe has always been carefree and unrestrained, doing things his own way. He doesn't really care about other people's thoughts and attitudes, only occasionally grumbling to himself.
In this world, besides her friends and lover, there is no one else she can care about.
Unfortunately, the fourth brother didn't think that way.
To this proud divine race, humans are weak, impure, and cunning; how could they possibly be worthy of the holy and powerful divine race?
Moreover, the goddesses of the divine realm are holy and virtuous, one in a million, and are the best candidates to match the divine lord. Although the woman in front of him is good-looking, she is ultimately a human, and her status and position are far inferior, not to mention her strength and cultivation. To put it bluntly, she is simply incomparable.
The fourth brother's cloudy yet shrewd eyes darted around, glancing over Qinghe before landing on Lord Sufeng.
Unlike the other gods, Lord Sufeng was the last ancient god left over from the ancient times. He held a revered position and a noble status, and was the object of worship and reverence for all the gods.
For such a god, his marriage in the mortal world should naturally be a top priority in the divine realm. Only a holy goddess is worthy of such noble blood, and only through their union can the purest divine offspring be born.
That will be the new generation of divine rulers, possessing unparalleled power, leading the divine race to expand their territory, unify the three realms, and become the true ruler of the three realms.
This grand plan must not be ruined by a human woman.
He suppressed his agitation and stepped forward, saying, "My Lord, I have found a few new maids. They are all performing quite well. Would you like to take a look? If you find one you like, you can promote her."
These maids are different from palace maids; they are not servants but well-trained female officials. Most of them are daughters or apprentices of other gods. Upon reaching adulthood, they must participate in training to learn magic and etiquette, much like modern girls' classes.
There are only two purposes for doing this: one is to be promoted to goddess, so that she can choose a husband from among the outstanding young men of the gods and cultivate an excellent successor for the family.
Another option is to improve one's own abilities. Although the gods are born with divine power and do not need to cultivate, their combat strength and magical strategies are relatively weak, and some are even inferior to ordinary cultivators. Therefore, they accept this kind of training.
These training classes included both women and men, but the vast majority of the maids were aiming to become goddesses; very few simply wanted to improve themselves.
These training classes all have dedicated teachers who are responsible for teaching. Every once in a while, there are periodic tests. As a senior figure in the God Realm, the Fourth Prince has nothing to do with the training classes in terms of status or position, but he is still very enthusiastic about it. Every time the training class conducts a test, he will personally go to supervise it, and he always has a stern face, which makes the maids tremble with fear every time, afraid that they will not do well enough and will be kicked out.
Just a few days ago, a round of tests was conducted, and the fourth prince selected several maids with good aptitude. He thought that the God Realm had not had any outstanding goddesses for quite some time. It just so happened that Lord Su Feng had returned from the lower realm, so he reported this to the emperor, hoping that Lord Su Feng could select one or two maids to be promoted, so as to realize his great plan of procreation.
He didn't pay much attention to Qinghe's appearance because he was sure that the God would not fall in love with a human woman. However, what he had just witnessed made him a little worried. After thinking it over, he decided that it would be better to advance to the Goddess level as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen circumstances.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qinghe looked at Sufeng and saw that he had resumed his indifferent expression and selectively ignored what the fourth brother had said.
His slightly furrowed brows revealed his annoyance; it seemed that the fourth brother frequently reported this matter to him, but had never received a response.
"It wouldn't hurt to go and take a look," Qing said softly.
Su Feng looked up at her and after a moment hummed in agreement.
The interaction between the two made the fourth brother momentarily displeased, but he quickly concealed it, respectfully leading the way, his gaze sweeping over Qing Heshi and casting a warning look at her.
Qinghe pretended not to see it and calmly followed Sufeng out of the main hall.
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