Chapter 182: Chapter 85: Respect for One’s Elders (Please Subscribe)_2
 

Cheng Guang took a sip of tea, feeling that, in the short term, it would not be easy to get in touch with the King of South Ming, the one nostalgic for the crown prince.

As he was thinking this, something suddenly occurred to him.

Speaking of which, Cheng Zhihai had just said that the Devil Emperor had been beaten back to the Eight-layered Devil Realm by Emperor Zhou. Could it be that Bai Shuxuan had also returned to the Devil Region?

Cheng Guang thought of this and couldn’t help but shake his head with a wry smile. He had been thinking that Bai Shuxuan might come looking for him in the future, but now it seemed that Bai Shuxuan had gone back to the Devil Region and likely wouldn’t return anytime soon.

For a moment, he felt somewhat empty.

It was truly because he had spent so much time petting the fox recently that now, without it, he was experiencing some sort of withdrawal.

It was then that Cheng Guang suddenly felt a vibration coming from his chest.

He let out a soft “eh” and pulled out a token from his chest, the very token Qin Beifeng had given him yesterday saying it could be used to contact Qin Yanqiu.

He hadn’t known what to talk about with Qin Yanqiu, so he hadn’t disturbed her. Unexpectedly, she was now reaching out to him.

“Princely Heir, is Miss Qin looking for you?” Qing Luan, dressed in a green martial outfit with her black hair tied into a ponytail behind her head, looked charming and spirited with a trace of valiance on her pure, jade-like face.

Qing Luan was obviously aware of what the token could do.

Cheng Guang nodded slightly, sending his Qi into the token, which revealed a line of text.

“Are you there?”

Seeing this message, Cheng Guang almost couldn’t hold back a laugh. How was it that Qin Yanqiu, this big chunk of ice, started a conversation just like a clingy dog would, sending a message “Are you there” whenever they could?

Cheng Guang used his mind to control the Qi, imprinting text on the token.

“Not here.”

The other side of the token fell silent for a while, as if Cheng Guang’s reply almost put out their brewing cup of tea.

After a good while.

The token began to tremble again.

“My father told me to talk to you when I have nothing to do, to get to know you better. I would like to, but I’m usually very busy, so I won’t have much time.”

When Cheng Guang saw this message, he raised an eyebrow, feeling sorry for Miss Qin, who seemed to be warning him before even properly getting to know each other.

So if I look for you often in the future and you can’t be bothered to reply, you have an excuse ready?

Cheng Guang stroked his chin, feeling strangely as if he was chatting with a girlfriend from a past life, the perennial excuse—too busy.

For the moment, Cheng Guang had no interest in continuing the conversation with Qin Yanqiu. She seemed quite averse to it, so he simply replied with a “Oh” and put away the token.

Qing Luan watched Cheng Guang carefully, noting how he had put away the token shortly after taking it out, and quietly asked, “Princely Heir, don’t you want to talk more with Miss Qin?”

Cheng Guang shook his head, “No need, I would rather spend that time talking to you.”

Upon hearing this, Qing Luan’s cheeks blushed slightly.

She was dressed from head to toe in martial attire, exuding a robust spirit, and today she had applied some light makeup, enhancing her natural beauty with a hint of rouge and tender lips, which made her look more ravishing.

The rouge was subtly applied, idle flowers gave a faint scent, and she looked lovely in every way.

“Princely Heir, I am not in the same league as Miss Qin. She is the revered Female Martial God among the Northern Expedition Army, achieving great military merits in the Border Area at a young age, something I cannot compare to.”

Cheng Guang chuckled and shook his head, pinching Qing Luan’s cheek, “You’re really drawing comparisons now.”

“What’s there to compare.”

As Cheng Guang’s words ended, Qing Luan, with her hands clasped behind her back, smiled at him.

In her heart, she thought: “It’s true that I can’t compare. Miss Qin is destined to be the official wife, and I would be more than content to have a place as a concubine by the Princely Heir’s side in the future.”

“Even without a formal title, being able to stay by the Princely Heir’s side is already enough.”

……

Perhaps it was because the wind had blown throughout the day, clearing the clouds and mist from the sky.

At night, Million Specie Garden was adorned with stars and moonlight, as picturesque as a poem.

The deep night sky, with stars twinkling feebly, seemed like a canopy strewn with numerous stars, embellishing the tranquil night. The moonlight with its soft radiance covered every corner of the garden with its bright aura.

The tall trees at night appeared even more solemn and mysterious, their crowns swaying, and under the moonlight, the leaves shimmered like emerald jade, glittering with a deep luster.

The garden’s pond took on a different charm at night, with the gentle breeze caressing the willows on the edge, casting down shadows like fluttering willow catkins.

Cheng Guang lay on a lounge chair in the pavilion, enjoying the cool and gentle fingertip massage from Qing Luan and watching the stars for a good while.

A short time later, Qing Luan fetched some water to irrigate the diverse flowers in the yard and to loosen the soil.

The flowers, tended to by Qing Luan, were thriving beautifully. She seemed to have a special fondness for blossoms, and many of the lovely flowers had been transplanted into potted planters and brought inside to decorate Cheng Guang’s bedroom.

As a result, Cheng Guang’s bedroom had an aroma of fragrant flowers akin to the boudoirs of young ladies.

Or perhaps, Cheng Guang’s bedroom had already become indistinguishable from Qing Luan’s own boudoir.

Qing Luan was decorating Cheng Guang’s bedroom with her own predilections.

To this, Cheng Guang had no objections but rather felt it was delightful.