He examined it, and Bai Ling was exceptionally cooperative, showing him both forms.
After a long silence, Song Xunyue responded in a deep voice.
"Leave it to me, I won't participate in the clan festival."
Repairing a magical artifact naturally takes time.
Song Chaoxuan frowned. "How long will it take?"
They won't stay long.
"Two months," Song Xunyue said after a moment's thought.
As Song Chaoxuan nodded, the Moonlit Silk Silk floated from his hand to Song Xunyue's face.
Song Xunyue reached out and caught it, a rare smile appearing on his face. "This guy is quite sensible."
Song Chaoxuan smiled and said, "That's right, don't you even know whose artifact it is?"
Knowing his old friend's temperament, the moment he stood up, he imitated his two daughters and stuffed Li Guang into Song Xunyue's hand as well.
"Ahem, we can't favor one over the other, let's feed Li Guang some good stuff too."
Having said that, he tore off the teleportation talisman and, carrying the little white tiger in his arms, quickly slipped away.
He had barely left when Song Xunyue's cursing voice came from behind.
The old father covered Xiao Ao's ears, "Oh dear, Lao Yue's temper is getting worse and worse."
Having said that, he dusted himself off and left with a gentle smile, like a banished immortal.
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Back in Song Tingwan's courtyard.
Wandering through the winding corridors of the small courtyard, with its carved railings, flying eaves, flower-patterned windows, and moon gates, one finds white magnolias blooming on the branches, creating an exceptionally elegant scene.
Apart from the two sisters, the three Qin Xis didn't care about the condition of the rooms and each chose a room to change and wash.
As soon as Song Tingwan opened the familiar door to the room, she saw a stack of new clothes lying quietly on the table.
At the same time, Baili Xijiang and the other two turned and shouted towards Song Tingwan's room:
"Oh my god, Wan'er, did Uncle know we would choose the appropriate rooms?! Why did he prepare the clothes in advance?!"
"Master, Master, Master, the room has everything! There are even some really beautiful robes. Are they for me?"
"How come there are clothes?"
After several people shouted at the same time, they opened their doors and found that the clothes were still in a style that matched their own.
Bai Lixi's outfits were obviously gorgeous, Qin Xi's were more lively, and the ones prepared for Wan Qiji were more subdued.
Song Tingwan chuckled and said only one sentence.
"Father is the high priest."
The four of them laughed from afar, then excitedly closed the door and washed up.
Only Song Tingwan noticed her younger sister standing at the door of the room, not going in.
She walked towards the next room, puzzled.
"What's wrong? If there's anything you don't like, just tell me and we'll change it later."
The room next door was like a golden nest, with silkworm-shaped bed curtains, a table made of gold and wood, and a bed made of cold jade.
It exudes extravagance.
That's Song Tingwan's style.
Several sets of clothes were neatly arranged on the table.
Half skirts and half fitted outfits.
Song Siyao curled her lips slightly, lowered her eyes and shook her head, "I naturally like what my elder sister arranged."
After saying that, the girl stepped into the room, and smiled at her as she turned to close the door.
That smile bore a resemblance to Song Tingwan's.
The same relaxed and pleasant feeling.
The door in front of her closed, and Song Tingwan stared blankly at the closed door for a moment before chuckling and returning to the next room.
Ayao is really like a little wolf cub, the kind who even hides her emotions.
Hmm... I'll carve a set of Little Wolf cards another day.
She wouldn't give it to anyone else; she had it all to herself.
The woman smiled, her eyes crinkling, and closed the door to wash and dress.
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