"That's true this time too. I was still busy outside the sect when the goddess left as soon as I returned."
Qin Xi's cousin looked travel-worn, clearly having rushed back from afar.
In the end, I still missed it.
His parents felt a little reluctant, but they couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What exactly do you want to say to the goddess, you child?"
Rong Xian sighed and fell into deep thought.
You know what, the goddess has such strong luck, yet she can't even see her own son once. Could it be that she's a reincarnation of a god of misfortune, which is why she never gets to see him?
"Yuanyuan and the goddess are good friends, and as Yuanyuan's cousin, my friends all assume I know the goddess..."
The young man spoke weakly.
Everyone thought he knew her, but they hadn't actually exchanged more than a few words, except for a few hurried greetings during Yuanyuan's enthronement ceremony.
Fu Yin sighed helplessly and rubbed her forehead.
"Then you should try your best to find a way to retrieve Yuanyuan's lost soul. The goddess will come when the time comes."
"I'm so worried I'm losing my hair! When is our Yuanyuan finally going to wake up? Your brother is exhausted!"
"Stop being silly and go outside so you don't disturb Yuanyuan."
"...Your parents are biased! Yuanyuan isn't even aware of it! How could they possibly disturb her!"
"..."
After leaving, Song Tingwan held a compass in her hand. After thinking for a moment, she went to the demon realm to pick up Xiao Ao.
With the little one by my side, I wasn't lonely on this journey.
Holding a compass and embracing a white tiger, the woman's path seemed to be bathed in springtime, and spiritual energy rushed towards her.
On a rainy day, the little white tiger nestled in her arms, its paws tightly clutching the compass. The woman in the green dress held up a shimmering purple lotus umbrella, her steps graceful and elegant.
They were the first to traverse both the demon realm and the cultivation realm.
She ventured alone into places heavy with yin energy, checking each location where spirits lingered.
But they still gained nothing.
A year has passed.
Song Tingwan encountered many people she knew before on the road and also saved many people along the way.
People came and went, and just as the three dragons were about to wake up, Qin Yuanyuan's soul still hadn't disappeared.
The Sleeping Goddess was traveling in the world, and news of her searching for her friend's soul spread on the spirit network. Suddenly, Yuehe Xun sent her a telepathic message.
They invited her to participate in the once-every-ten-year Spiritual Selection in the human world.
The Emperor organized a grand election to celebrate the first election after the Heavenly Tribulation.
Song Tingwan thought for a moment, then remembered that her father had sent her a message a few days ago saying that he was in the human realm.
Then she'll go and take a look too.
The woman hugged the little white tiger in her arms tighter and carefully examined the compass that the tiger was protecting with its paws.
There was still no response.
Song Tingwan, used to it, withdrew her gaze, opened her umbrella, and soared into the air, leaving this place and heading towards the human realm.
The human realm.
The capital city of Shengjing, where the imperial power resided.
The upcoming Spirit Selection Tournament has brought great excitement to Shengjing.
In a luxurious and elegant courtyard, a maidservant chased after him, trying to persuade him with feigned difficulty:
"Miss, things are very chaotic outside. Master said you should stay in the manor."
Beside the maid, a girl in her early twenties dressed in ordinary clothes ignored the maid's advice and continued to walk out.
He occasionally seemed a little dazed, but his steps were quick.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the gate of the mansion.
The guards instinctively stopped the two.
One of the two guards gave the master and servant a cold look, then looked away, still holding his sword and blocking their way.
The other one, who seemed kinder, began to explain to them:
"Seventh Miss, Madam and Master have both instructed that the young ladies should stay in the manor to prepare for the Spirit Selection Tournament. You should go back."
The maid chimed in, "Yes, Miss, let's go back. You've been enjoying reading lately, how about we borrow a few books from the master's study?"
Before Shangguan Xi, whom she addressed as "Miss," could speak, a soft mocking voice came from outside the mansion.
"Borrow books? Seventh Sister's mental illness only improved a year ago, and she can read books?"
The playboy stopped beside Shangguan Xi and tried to tap her head with his fan with great interest. "Silly girl, call me Third Brother."
The fan struck, but missed its target.
Shangguan Xi took two steps back in disgust.
Before he could get angry, she looked him up and down a few times, then rolled her eyes and left.
Her third brother was furious, shouting, "How could our Prime Minister's Mansion produce such a fool as you? You're a jinx to your mother and father, and you've tarnished the reputation of our Prime Minister's Mansion!"
Shangguan Xi, who had walked halfway, had a cold look in her eyes. She turned around and slapped him.
"A curse on his father? His father should hear that his own son is cursing him to die."
The girl, who had remained calm and composed since her appearance, now smiled sweetly, but her words were full of sarcasm.
"Miss, you hit the Third Young Master—"
The maid was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly knelt down and kowtowed on behalf of her young mistress.
"Third Young Master, Third Young Master, our young lady's mind isn't fully recovered yet, please don't hold it against her..."
Shangguan Lin stood there, his face burning with disbelief, still unable to process what he had just witnessed.
His sister, who had been mentally challenged for nineteen years and couldn't understand or speak, like a child with mental disabilities, hit him.
Shangguan Xi frowned slightly as she watched the maid's head turn red from kowtowing.
Her hand hurts too after hitting someone like that, and she's not even angry yet.
The subconscious thought in my mind was very strange.
She was clearly a mentally challenged child in the Prime Minister's mansion, but after the heavenly tribulation, she suddenly returned to normal one day.
The father celebrated the favor of Heaven and even petitioned the Emperor for an imperial decree, saying that Heaven was protecting the human race.
That's an exaggeration; her father, the prime minister, is quite exaggerated.
He then brought back all sorts of rewards as if they were free, but Shangguan Xi, whom he used as an excuse, got nothing in return.
It is said that her mother died in childbirth, and her father was demoted after her birth. It took him many years to regain his position as prime minister.
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