Finishing her thoughts, Lengyuan sighed again.

It wasn’t Fuhuan’s fault for getting closer to Siqing. After all, she had been ordered to go to Siqing’s side for training!

Why did such a good opportunity not fall to her?

Siqing…

Since their first meeting at Floating Flower Garden, this name had been like an engraving on her heart, impossible to erase.

A few days ago, when she learned that Fuhuan had been sent to Siqing’s side, she had secretly been jealous for a long time. For the first time, she began to dislike her sensibility and propriety.

Because it was precisely Fuhuan’s hint of mischievousness that had led the Heavenly Emperor to choose her for the Underworld.

“My dear sister, you must not steal the man your sister likes.” Lengyuan slightly opened her mouth, gazing in the direction the two had left, muttering to herself.

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Upon returning to the Underworld, Fuhuan was already too sleepy to keep her eyes open. She was about to return to her room to rest when she saw Siqing heading to his study again, casually dropping the command, “Go make red bean porridge!”

Fuhuan felt she was going crazy. Didn’t this man have anywhere to rest?

Every day, it was the study, and nothing but the study…

Fortunately, he was a deity. If he were an ordinary person, he would have died in this study long ago!

Speaking of which, until now, in this Underworld, apart from knowing the path from the main gate to the study, she hadn’t even been to any other places.

She didn’t even know where Siqing’s bedchamber was.

Despite her thoughts, Fuhuan still went to the kitchen. When preparing to make red bean porridge for Siqing, she suddenly paused and changed it to wine-soaked rice balls.

Making red bean porridge every day—he must think that was all she knew how to make!

When she arrived at the study door with the prepared wine-soaked rice balls, Fuhuan was about to knock when she heard Youlan’s voice from inside—

“Master, I’ve made red bean porridge. Please try it.”

Red bean porridge…

Fuhuan pressed her lips together. For some reason, she felt annoyed.

Holding the bowl of wine-soaked rice balls in her hands, she thought silently, Siqing, just you dare eat her red bean porridge!

“Not necessary. Take it away,” Siqing’s cold voice came through.

“But…” Youlan paused, seeming hesitant, but after a moment, she still spoke, “But you ate the red bean porridge made by Supreme Deity Fuhuan, didn’t you?”

“Leave,” Siqing repeated.

Youlan’s hand, holding the red bean porridge, trembled slightly, spilling some porridge. With some reluctance, she said, “Master only eats what Supreme Deity Fuhuan makes. Could it be that you’ve fallen for Supreme Deity Fuhuan?”

“Bang—” The sound of a porcelain bowl shattering on the floor came from inside.

“Master, you…” Youlan’s voice was trembling with disbelief.

“Get out!” Siqing’s deep, angry voice came from inside.

Youlan widened her eyes, unable to believe Siqing would use such words with her. In the past, though he was cold, he had always been polite to her. Today, he told her to get out…

Youlan, with eyes full of disappointment, walked out of the study.

As soon as she came out, seeing Fuhuan standing outside, Youlan was slightly stunned. Glimpsing the wine-soaked rice balls in Fuhuan’s hands, she laughed self-mockingly, “So it’s a change of flavor.”

After speaking, she drifted away alone.

Fuhuan stood at the door, feeling somewhat awkward. She had thought of asking the little ghost guarding the door to bring it in for Siqing, but then heard Siqing’s voice from inside, “How long do you plan to stand there?!”

Hearing this, Fuhuan sighed inwardly and had no choice but to walk in.

“Have this today.” After placing the wine-soaked rice balls on Siqing’s table, Fuhuan stepped back two paces, afraid he would throw the bowl at her in anger.

Siqing glanced at the wine-soaked rice balls without saying anything. As usual, he picked them up and began eating leisurely.

Watching this scene, Fuhuan wanted to ask him why he wouldn’t eat what Youlan made but would eat what she made.

“Youlan’s status makes it inappropriate for her to do such things,” Siqing suddenly said.

“…” Hearing this, Fuhuan frowned.

It seemed to make sense…

Youlan was one of the Ten Yama Kings, Siqing’s subordinate. It wasn’t quite appropriate for her to serve tea and food to the Lord of the Underworld.

If that was the case, did it mean Siqing ate what she made simply because she was here for punishment and training?

“It’s late. May I go rest now?” Fuhuan asked in a subdued voice.

“Mm.” Siqing made a sound of agreement, accepting Fuhuan’s request.

Hearing this, Fuhuan finally left the study.

On her way back to her room, she unexpectedly encountered Youlan.

Youlan seemed to be deliberately waiting for her at her room door. Upon seeing Fuhuan, she revealed a smile. “Supreme Deity Fuhuan, shall we talk?”

“Talk about what?” Fuhuan’s expression became somewhat serious.

Although she was here for training, she was still a Supreme Deity. Yet this minor Immortal Lord appeared to be treating her as a rival in love?

Using such a profound tone to speak with her—did she think Fuhuan was a pushover?

“Come in.” Fuhuan opened the door, walked in first, and then spoke to Youlan outside.

Youlan was surprised that Fuhuan would suddenly change her attitude. After reassessing her, she walked in.

“It’s so late. What did you especially want to tell me?” Fuhuan sat on a chair, her gaze falling on Youlan.

Seeing that Fuhuan hadn’t asked her to sit down to talk, Youlan naturally dared not sit herself. “I thought of something and came specifically to remind the Supreme Deity.”

“What is it?” Fuhuan asked.

“Supreme Deity Fuhuan, you were sent by the Heavenly Emperor to monitor my master, weren’t you?” Youlan said slowly.

Fuhuan curved her lips. “And then?”

“Then Youlan would like to remind the Supreme Deity: since you have a mission, it’s best not to go against the Heavenly Emperor’s original intention. Otherwise, beware of bringing trouble upon yourself.” When Youlan said these words, her tone was full of concern.

Fuhuan narrowed her eyes, meeting Youlan’s eager gaze. “You’re threatening me.”

Fuhuan used a declarative sentence.

“No, not threatening, just a kind reminder.” Youlan smiled slightly at Fuhuan.

Fuhuan looked at this irritating smile and inwardly sneered. Not only was she mistakenly regarded as a love rival, but she was also being blatantly threatened by this woman.

Threatening her?

Fine, who’s afraid of whom?

Fuhuan stood up and slowly walked to Youlan. “You, a Yama King, threatening a Supreme Deity—you should know what crime that is.”

“Why must the Supreme Deity interpret my kind reminder as a threat? Is what I said incorrect?” Youlan countered Fuhuan’s words. Since she had specifically come to talk to Fuhuan, she already had enough confidence that she wouldn’t be intimidated by Fuhuan no matter what.

“What if I choose to interpret it as a threat?” Fuhuan asked in return, giving Youlan a look that said, “What can you do to me?”

Youlan laughed lightly. “Then I’ll have no choice but to seek justice from the Heavenly Emperor.”

“Mm, that’s good too.” Fuhuan agreed with Youlan’s approach and sat back down. “I, a Supreme Deity, offended the Heavenly Emperor and was punished by being sent to the Underworld.”

“I wonder where a minor Immortal Lord like you would be punished?” Fuhuan pondered deeply.

Youlan realized she had made a mistake coming here.

She had originally thought, based on their few previous interactions, that Fuhuan was just an unworldly young girl who, despite her title of Supreme Deity, knew nothing. She didn’t expect her to be so unreasonable and able to twist right and wrong.

She had underestimated her.

It seems she shouldn’t have confronted her personally.

“Youlan has misspoken. Please forgive me, Supreme Deity.” Youlan bowed slightly to Fuhuan and explained, “There are many eyes and ears in this Underworld. Youlan feared that if the Supreme Deity became too close to the master, it would reach the Heavenly Emperor’s ears and be detrimental to the Supreme Deity.”

Eyes and ears in the Underworld…

Fuhuan smiled lightly. “Didn’t you say I was sent by the Heavenly Emperor to monitor your master? If so, how could the Heavenly Emperor blame me for getting closer to him?”

“Hmm, it seems that you all have a deep misunderstanding of my Uncle Heavenly Emperor.”

Fuhuan sighed languidly, deliberately using the title “Uncle.”

This term was what the Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety had instructed her to call the Heavenly Emperor when she was young. At that time, the Heavenly Emperor especially cherished her and thus accepted this title, but she would only use it privately when no one else was around.

Now that she had grown up, she observed the rules and no longer used this title.

“It’s late. The Supreme Deity should rest early,” Youlan retreated.

“Mm.” Fuhuan couldn’t be bothered to go around in circles with her anymore and waved her hand, signaling Youlan to leave.

Youlan smiled slightly. Just as she turned around, Fuhuan behind her revealed a crafty smile. Her fingertips condensed strands of spiritual power, and then dots of starlight continuously overflowed from her fingertips, sweeping toward Youlan, who had her back turned.

The star formation array given to her by her Purple Subtlety Father finally came in handy.

Once this star formation was activated, it would condense thousands of stars around the trapped person, engulfing their body in starlight, making it impossible to break free.

The starlight was dazzling, and with thousands of stars gathered together, the trapped person, if they didn’t want to go blind, would not dare open their eyes and could only endure this torment.

This star formation, rather than being called an array, was more like a punishment.

Today, she would first test it out and teach this Immortal Lord Youlan a lesson.

Youlan seemed not to have noticed the specks of starlight following behind her. Due to her anger, she was quickly walking toward the You Mansion.

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The next day, news came from the Heavenly Realm that the Heavenly Emperor had summoned Siqing for a discussion.

As Siqing’s recent little follower, Fuhuan accompanied him to the Heavenly Realm.

“You go find the Heavenly Emperor first. I’ll go visit my sister Lengyuan for a while.” Fuhuan had been cooped up for a long time; even if she didn’t find Lengyuan, she wanted to go to the Purple Subtlety Palace or some other place for a walk.

“Not allowed.” Siqing flatly rejected Fuhuan.

Fuhuan frowned. “You’ll be discussing matters with the Heavenly Emperor, and I’ll just be standing outside. Why not let me go for a walk? I can come back to find you when you’re finished. Wouldn’t that be better?”

Fuhuan’s soft tone made Siqing soften altogether. The look in his eyes toward her also became much gentler. “I’ll give you half an hour.”

“Mm, then I’ll wait for you here in half an hour.” Fuhuan looked at Siqing with a smile.

Siqing nodded.

Having obtained permission, Fuhuan ran off delightedly.

Seeing her leave, Siqing then went to the Heavenly Emperor.

After the two left, Lengyuan’s figure emerged from hiding once more, her eyes filled with desolation. She had received news early and knew Siqing was coming to see the Heavenly Emperor, so she had been waiting here.

But she hadn’t expected that in less than a day, the relationship between Fuhuan and Siqing had grown so much closer. Weren’t they cold and distant just yesterday?

Why did it now give her a feeling of flirtatious banter…

Huan’er…

Why must you go against your sister like this…