Chapter 298: Chapter 298: After Dressing as a Man, the Bunny Spirit Ran Away Pregnant 8 Chapter 298: Chapter 298: After Dressing as a Man, the Bunny Spirit Ran Away Pregnant 8 He had never even dread of it!
Su Zhiruan had actually managed to gain the favor of an Upper God!
And even more shocking, it was Changqi Upper God, the foremost among the five great Upper Gods of the Divine Clan!
When it was ti to send Su Zhiruan away, he thought she was heading straight into a dragon’s den, bound to suffer greatly.
But now, Su Zhiruan was standing there perfectly fine, with two influential figures personally backing her up!
Thinking about this, he almost wished he could die on the spot.
“Did he bully you?”
The crowd heard Changqi Upper God say this.
“My lord, please allow to question him myself.”
After Su Zhiruan responded, she slowly walked towards the steps.
After a brief mont of ntal blankness, all the leaders of the Demon Clan, including the Demon King, reevaluated Su Zhiruan.
It was clear from Changqi Upper God’s words that he was supporting her!
“Clan Leader, why are you lying there motionless?” Su Zhiruan spoke lightly. She walked toward the Rabbit Clan Leader, and finally stood in front of him, looking down upon him from a superior position, “The Upper God asks if you’ve bullied . What do you think I should say?”
At this mont, the Rabbit Clan Leader was scared out of his wits.
The Rabbit Clan was easily frightened, and the Clan Leader allowed his own daughter and others to bully her at will. She, an orphan without parents, held the title of a noble lady but had no standing among the noble ladies, and he neglected to intervene, even blatantly choosing the original owner during the selection to go out.
Su Zhiruan felt the thrill of borrowed authority, seeing the previously pretentious Rabbit Clan Leader now terrified on the ground, along with a few other Clan Leaders who were friendly with him, none daring to make a sound, improved her mood considerably.
“I, I—” the Rabbit Clan Leader’s voice trembled, and he dared not speak much, afraid of angering Changqi Upper God, who could obliterate him in the blink of an eye.
“If I rember correctly, the Clan Leader previously made enter the Cold Pond during the dead of winter to retrieve a handkerchief for your daughter,” Su Zhiruan clapped her hands, coming up with a clever idea, “The Cold Pond was truly cold then. I wonder if the Clan Leader would like to experience it for himself!”
His aning was clear from her words. Upon hearing this, the Rabbit Clan Leader felt relieved, and he quickly prostrated fully on the ground, repeatedly saying, “Yes!”
“Keep an eye on him,” Changqi Upper God said indifferently, looking at the Demon King.
The Demon King was greatly shocked, but his expression remained unchanged, and he quickly responded, “Rest assured, my lord.”
“Let’s go.”
Changqi looked at Su Zhiruan. He drew a teleportation circle, and a flash of golden light enveloped the two. After a brief mont of dizziness, when Su Zhiruan opened her eyes again, they had already returned to the interior of Changqi Palace.
“My lord, why did you speak up for ?” Seeing him motionless, Su Zhiruan asked curiously.
Changqi was adjusting his sleeves. Upon hearing her question, he lifted his snowy white eyelashes, his voice indifferent, “It was convenient.”
“Oh.” Su Zhiruan nodded, and as he was about to leave, she followed him.
*
In the days that followed, Changqi still spent ti in the Book Collection Pavilion, reading ancient texts. Sotis he would send her to other places in the Divine World to borrow books and at other tis to return or buy books.
Su Zhiruan beca busier than before. She ran around with books, and when idle, she would grind ink or read for Changqi. Over ti, she also read quite a bit herself.
That very day,
Changqi was reading in the study as usual.
Perhaps because it had been a while, he stood up and stretched his arms.
His snowy-white robe flowed over the carpet, and in a flash of inspiration, he suddenly rembered when Su Zhiruan had asked him why his clothes always appeared new.
Thinking this, the corners of his mouth unexpectedly curled into a fleeting smile, even he did not realize it was there, but it was genuinely present.
The lower floor of the Book Collection Pavilion was very quiet; no one would disturb him.
The seasons within his Divine Palace changed with his will.
At that mont, Changqi saw the faint greenness and buds of the branches that stretched in through the window.
Downstairs, accompanied by the rustling sound of footsteps, Su Zhiruan walked by holding a scroll of bamboo slips.
She didn’t notice him watching from above, and tiptoed quietly.
Changqi’s dark pupils watched her.
Su Zhiruan.
His Attendant Student.
A rather scrawny youth.
He watched, sowhat srized.
Sotis, Changqi even doubted whether the old butler was skimping on his als, otherwise why would Su Zhiruan look unhealthily thin.
He was extrely suited to be an Attendant Student, ticulous and serious in his work, silent and reserved.
But at that mont, Changqi discovered that he, too, could stare at soone absent-mindedly.
Su Zhiruan’s hair was pitch-black, tied in a scholar’s knot, and from his angle, Changqi could just make out his full, snow-white forehead.
When Su Zhiruan’s footsteps resounded from the stairs, he waved his sleeve and returned to his seat to read.
“Your Highness, these are all newly borrowed ancient texts.”
Su Zhiruan placed the books and bamboo slips on another table beside him and deftly put away the ancient texts he had finished reading.
“Hmm,” Changqi nodded, pretending to continue reading.
Su Zhiruan, afraid her noise might disturb him, tiptoed as she tidied up.
She was concentrated, yet she had no idea that at that mont, Changqi Upper God was distracted.
Even he didn’t know why but the scene from just now kept replaying in his mind.
Su Zhiruan, his Attendant Student, with black hair and fair skin, walked up carrying a large stack of ancient texts, his lips rosy and teeth white.
“Plop—”
A drop of ink fell from his pen-holding hand onto the pristine rice paper, only then did he realize he had been distracted for too long.
After Su Zhiruan finished tidying up, she picked a book and sat down to read on the other side.
In such a tranquil mont, a sense of calm suddenly surged through him.
As if possessed, he suddenly asked, “Do you want so almond cake?”
As soon as he spoke, Changqi began to regret it.
He didn’t know why he had suddenly asked that, but the words were already out, and he waited for Su Zhiruan’s answer.
Su Zhiruan looked incredulously at Changqi, her eyebrows inadvertently raised, “Huh?”
“I saw you eating almond cake the day before yesterday, so I just asked,” Changqi lowered his head, his snow-white, feather-like eyelashes hiding his eyes and all the emotions within them.
In that instant, Su Zhiruan realized.
All along, she thought immortals could survive without food, especially soone like Changqi, a Primordial God, who had long practiced fasting and abstained from food.
But his sudden ntion of almond cakes made Su Zhiruan guess that he must also want to eat so of these things, so she imdiately stood up, promising, “Your Highness, I’ll prepare it right now, please wait a mont.”
“You’re going to make it yourself?” Changqi Upper God looked up at her, as if pondering, then added, “I’ll go with you.”
Now, it was Su Zhiruan’s turn to be surprised.
A high god, actually going into the kitchen?!
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