"Now that you are a cultivator, you need to change your old way of thinking. If a cultivator wants to monitor someone, there is no need to tamper with the servants around her. Doing so is easy to be discovered, easy to alert the enemy, time-consuming and laborious, and may even expose your secrets, which is not worth the loss."
Ji Fengyao's gentle words and careful guidance nourished Bai Lu's heart like a warm spring rain.
Bai Lu also really liked Ji Fengyao's gentle and caring way of teaching her; it felt like being cared for and looked after by her own older sister.
She nodded happily and said, "I understand. Then I can use these maids without worry."
"Okay," Ji Fengyao nodded in agreement.
Although she wanted to say that these girls couldn't be completely trusted, what could she do even if she couldn't completely trust them?
The methods of ordinary mortals were no match for her, and she couldn't bear to let Bai Lu do those rough and tedious tasks.
Not to mention that after all the other people on Shang Dongyang's side have left, if he were to humble himself and try to please Meng Qi, his cheap father.
Hongxiu Palace.
Shang Beiyu sat in his courtyard, gazing gently towards Songmei Garden, carefully sensing the presence of the little bandit. A faint smile curved his lips as he recalled the few days they had spent together in his previous life.
Although in her past life she only mistook him for someone else in illusions;
But her complete dependence on him at that time, and her shyness and joy at first love after being teased, all made him feel excited.
Unfortunately, he didn't understand love and affection back then, and he was too anxious, which frightened her.
"My little darling, this time I will give you a thousand times more patience and I won't scare you again." Shang Beiyu's fair and slender fingers slowly turned the turquoise teacup in his hand, the light and gentle sound almost inaudible, like a string of moving light music.
The cold winter wind blew, stirring his black hair and snow-white robes, and also made his charming eyes tremble slightly.
The scene is beautiful and touching.
Even though Little Cocoon had never been interested in human love and affection, she was deeply moved:
Their lord is so infatuated with the Demon Queen!
If the Demon Queen ultimately fails to help the Venerable One achieve his great cause, then she is heartless and would be letting down her Venerable One!
“We are clearly the chosen ones, so why are there always so many busybodies between us? Last time it was Mo Linxian, this time it’s Shang… Mo Linxian, Shang Xiye…” Shang Beiyu’s fingers, which were turning the teacup, suddenly stopped, and his unintentional muttering to himself came to an abrupt halt.
He suddenly looked up at the little cocoon.
Little Cocoon trembled in fright, her knees buckling instantly: "Your...Your Excellency, what...what's wrong?"
How could you look at your subordinate with such a terrifying gaze? Your subordinate is terrified!
"How many times have you seen Mo Linxian?" Shang Beiyu's voice was deep, and even the demonic infant in his sea of consciousness bared its fangs.
"Mo Linxian?" Little Cocoon didn't react for a moment. After a few moments of thought, she remembered: "Your Excellency is referring to Mo Linxian, the previous sect leader of the Dan Sect on the Danling Continent?"
Shang Beiyu's face was dark and his eyes were sinister; he clearly had no mood for leisurely reminiscing with him.
"So, after he abducted Yun Yao and brought her back to the Pill Sect, his subordinates managed to catch him a few times while squatting under the sect's walls. However, not long after, he was inexplicably struck dead by tribulation lightning. The cultivators of the Pill Spirit Continent all said that it was divine retribution for his misdeeds..."
The more Xiao Jianzi spoke, the darker her master's face grew, and she abruptly stopped herself in her tracks:
His Majesty must be thinking of that damned Mo Linxian, who blew up Yun Yao and caused His Majesty to seek revenge for nearly a thousand years.
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