On the third day of the assembly, Fuhuan was exempted from attending due to her internal injuries. During her free time, she returned to Phoenix Feather Pavilion to inform everyone there about the relocation of the pavilion.

“Why this sudden relocation when everything was fine? Could it be because of that incident last time…” Upon hearing this, Ziyu looked at Fuhuan with concern.

Last time, the young mistress had already suffered quite a bit, and now she had attracted the Heavenly Emperor’s suspicion. Who knew what the future held for her?

“There are some reasons, I suppose. Not only that, I’ve also become a disciple of the Qinghua Emperor, so I’ll have to follow him for training in the future.” Fuhuan sighed.

Seeing that matters had already reached this point, Ziyu couldn’t say much more, and could only comfort Fuhuan. “These aren’t major issues. As time passes, the Heavenly Emperor will naturally dispel his misunderstandings about the mistress.”

“Mistress has suffered internal injuries. Please go rest first. After you’ve rested, we can think about the relocation.” Ziyu said.

“I’m not tired yet. I’ll go out for a walk first.” With that, Fuhuan walked out.

After leaving Phoenix Feather Pavilion, Fuhuan realized that besides the Ephemeral Tree, she didn’t seem to have anywhere else to go. Unconsciously, she came here again.

Before getting close, Fuhuan stopped in her tracks.

…

…

She felt that some things in this world truly couldn’t be described as coincidences anymore.

Before knowing Siqing, she had never seen him under the Ephemeral Tree. But since getting to know him, almost every time she came here, she could see Siqing’s figure sitting under the tree.

Today, he was also here.

Fuhuan stood behind Siqing, watching him for quite a while. Whether it was due to her weakened aura or Siqing being lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed Fuhuan standing behind him for a long time.

Seeing Siqing constantly lowering his head, maintaining the same posture, Fuhuan thought he had fallen asleep and carefully approached him.

As she got closer to Siqing and her gaze fell upon what he was holding in his hand, her body stiffened, and she froze on the spot—

A flower lantern.

That flower lantern with her and Siqing’s names on it—hadn’t it floated away with the water? How did it end up with Siqing?

“Why are you here?!” Siqing finally discovered Fuhuan standing behind him. His brows were cold, and his expression darkened.

“Just passing by,” Fuhuan replied nonchalantly, her gaze falling on the lotus lantern in Siqing’s hand.

So just now, Siqing had been staring at this lotus lantern…

Did that mean he had feelings for her too?

“Mm.” Siqing dropped a single word and turned to leave.

Fuhuan reached out and grabbed Siqing’s sleeve. She pressed her lips together and hesitantly asked, “Why do you keep this flower lantern?”

“I found it.” Siqing turned around, looking down at Fuhuan with an indifferent tone, as if speaking about an extremely trivial matter.

“Found it in the lake?” Fuhuan asked in return, still firmly holding onto Siqing’s sleeve, unwilling to let go.

Siqing sighed, “What exactly do you want to say?”

“…” This question left Fuhuan speechless.

Yes, what did she want to ask? If Siqing had feelings for her, too? If Siqing liked her?

But regardless of the answer, she couldn’t be with Siqing, could she?

“Nothing.” Fuhuan pouted, releasing Siqing’s sleeve. She turned and sat down under the Ephemeral Tree, no longer paying attention to Siqing.

Siqing heard her thoughts from just now, and his heart subtly pulsed. He glanced sideways at Fuhuan sitting under the tree and, as if under some spell, walked over.

“For you.” Siqing handed Fuhuan a porcelain bottle.

“What is this?” Fuhuan looked up at Siqing.

Hearing this, Siqing’s expression became somewhat uncomfortable, and he averted his gaze. “Medicine pills for treating internal injuries.”

Upon hearing this, Fuhuan’s previously gloomy mood instantly vanished, replaced by a smile. She extended her hand to take it from Siqing. “Thank you, Lord Nether God.”

Lord Nether God…

Hearing this title from her mouth again, Siqing genuinely found it quite grating. “I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going?” Seeing him about to leave, Fuhuan quickly stood up.

“Back to the Celestial Realm assembly,” Siqing answered Fuhuan’s question.

Hearing this, Fuhuan frowned slightly. If Siqing still had to attend the assembly in the Celestial Realm, was he now just stealing a moment to sit under this tree and look at the flower lantern?

With this thought, Fuhuan’s eyes revealed a smile, and her lips curved upward as she spoke to Siqing’s back, “Then walk slowly, Brother Qing…”

The three words “Brother Qing” were her deliberately teasing him.

Sure enough, Siqing left without even turning his head.

However, what she didn’t see was that after she called out “Brother Qing,” the corner of someone’s mouth curved into a very faint arc.

…

That night, Fuhuan went to the Celestial Realm.

Originally, she had already retired at Phoenix Feather Pavilion, but thinking that Siqing had been in the Celestial Realm these past few days, she couldn’t stay calm. She quickly rushed to the Celestial Realm.

Upon arriving, the third day’s assembly had already ended. Fuhuan concealed her presence and went to the palace where Siqing was staying.

Her invisibility technique could evade ordinary people, but if she encountered someone of a higher rank than her, she might be discovered if she wasn’t careful.

At this moment, she had smoothly arrived at Siqing’s residence, evading the guards at the door and slipping in.

As soon as she entered, she saw that the front hall was still lit. Fuhuan quickly hid behind a pillar. At this time, a conversation could be heard from inside—

“I heard Lord likes to eat red bean porridge, so I spent a long time in the kitchen to make it. Please try it, Lord.” Lengyuan’s voice sounded in the front hall.

“No need. Take it away.” Siqing coldly replied.

Lengyuan’s face paled, momentarily stiffening. After a while, a smile reappeared on her face. “Didn’t they say that when Fuhuan was training in the Netherworld, she made red bean porridge for the Lord every day? My cooking isn’t inferior to Fuhuan’s. Why won’t Lord try it?”

“As a female Supreme Deity, why are you so thick-skinned? I said Take it away. Don’t you understand?” Siqing spoke displeasedly, glancing at Lengyuan. Upon seeing that she was wearing a purple robe similar in color to his, his eyes were filled with disgust.

“You…” Lengyuan hadn’t expected Siqing to say such harsh words to her. She bit her lip, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and stood up. “Then I’ll take my leave.”

With that, she picked up the red bean porridge from the table and walked out with unsteady steps.

Seeing Lengyuan leave, Siqing quickly got up and walked towards the inner hall.

Fuhuan, hiding behind the pillar, watched as Lengyuan walked out with a despondent expression. She frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.

It seemed that matters of the heart couldn’t be forced.

After standing alone for a while, Fuhuan finally couldn’t resist her inner demons and ran towards Siqing’s inner hall.

…

Arriving at Siqing’s door, Fuhuan slipped in. Upon entering, she saw that Siqing had thrown the purple robe he had been wearing earlier on the ground and was now changing into a black robe.

Seemingly sensing something unusual, Siqing’s hand, which was fastening the buttons, paused. He turned around and looked towards Fuhuan’s position, then frowned.

“Why are you here?”

Fuhuan revealed herself and sighed. “I even concealed my presence, but you still found me.”

“Amateur skill.” Siqing gave her a slight glance, his tone teasing, and continued buttoning his robe.

“Aren’t you angry with me?” Fuhuan had thought Siqing would scold her for intruding, but he seemed not to care at all.

Siqing looked at her. “Why should I be angry?”

Fuhuan shook her head and then gave a reason for her appearance. “I took the medicine pills you gave me for internal injuries. I’m feeling much better now, so I came specially to thank you.”

“How many did you take?” Siqing raised an eyebrow, looking at Fuhuan with interest.

“Two.” Fuhuan held up two fingers.

Hearing this, a subtle, captivating curve appeared at the corner of Siqing’s lips, and his eyes were filled with amusement. “In the medicine I gave you, there are five pills. Usually, a person would need to take all five for it to be effective.”

“It seems the Phoenix Lady is indeed extraordinary.” Siqing teased.

“…” Fuhuan was rendered speechless. How was she supposed to know that all five pills needed to be taken to be effective? She had merely wanted to use this as an excuse to get closer to Siqing.

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Siqing stopped teasing her. He sat on a nearby chair and casually said, “I’m hungry. I want to eat red bean porridge made by you.”

“Red bean porridge?” Fuhuan looked surprised. Hadn’t Lengyuan just brought him red bean porridge?

“Yes, red bean porridge, made by you.” Siqing deliberately emphasized the last three words.

Fuhuan scratched her head and also made a request. “Then accompany me to the kitchen.”

“Reason?”

“I’m not currently training under you. If I’m making red bean porridge for you for free, can’t you accompany me to the kitchen?”

“Hmm, that sounds fair.”

…

A moment later, in the small kitchen of the palace.

When the two entered the kitchen, Siqing specially set up a barrier around it. If anyone approached, he would be able to sense it immediately.

His relationship with Fuhuan was now sensitive and couldn’t be seen by those with ulterior motives.

In the kitchen, Fuhuan was earnestly cooking red bean porridge. Siqing stood to the side, constantly staring at Fuhuan’s serene and serious profile, his gaze never leaving her for a moment.

“Done.” After a while, Fuhuan ladled out the red bean porridge and placed it on the table nearby.

The two sat at the table, not engaging in much conversation, leisurely eating the red bean porridge in their bowls.

“After the assembly ends in two days, will you be returning to the Netherworld?” After eating half, Fuhuan put down her spoon and suddenly spoke.

“Mm.” Siqing nodded.

Fuhuan tugged at the corner of her mouth but didn’t say anything more.

“Siqing, is there never going to be a chance for us?” Fuhuan finally couldn’t resist and asked the thought from her heart.

Siqing’s expression darkened. A chance?

There was indeed a chance for them.

But to get that chance would require paying a terrible price, even to the extent of turning the world upside down.

“Hahaha…” Fuhuan suddenly burst into laughter.

Siqing looked at her.

“I was just joking with you. Did I scare you?” After speaking, the smile at the corner of Fuhuan’s lips deepened.

After saying this, Fuhuan stood up, patted her satisfied stomach, and contentedly said, “I’m full. It’s getting late. I should go back and rest. As for this bowl, I’ll trouble Lord Nether God to wash it.”

With that, whether truly in a hurry to go back to rest or avoiding something, her figure flashed, instantly disappearing.