CHAPTER 322: CHAPTER 322

How come it was sprouting poisonous mushrooms before, but now it’s back to being bamboo shoots?

So strange.

Lin Qing thought about it for a long time but couldn’t figure it out. Deciding to drop it, she noticed the day was bright and said, "Why don’t we drag that annoying woman outside to Huo Lian and let him handle it? Leaving her in the courtyard is unsightly."

Cen Lizhui squinted his eyes: "I really want to see what she has to say in front of Huo Lian."

Chen Muxue was utterly confused, not understanding what she missed. What woman outside? And what does she have to do with Huo Lian?

At that moment, she felt like she’d rejoined a game ten minutes late, only to find her teammates had already pushed to the opponent’s base, utterly at a loss.

Chen Muxue wanted to follow them but had more ambition than strength. Her whole body felt like it had been beaten multiple times, leaving her no courage to act. She had to obediently lie on the bed, making desperate gestures at Changgui.

Changgui realized something and quietly shuffled over.

"Go see what’s happening and come back to tell me," Chen Muxue giggled.

Changgui’s eyes spun around: "No problem, but you have to tell me the story you told Little Flower! Let’s make a trade!"

"What story?" Chen Muxue couldn’t help but ask, wondering if Changgui also had an interest in princess stories. This trend isn’t easy to handle in these times...

"The accident where the monkey and a monk head to the West!" Changgui proposed diplomatically.

Chen Muxue sighed in relief. It was Journey to the West. She recalled how the Second Prince mentioned the Crown Prince and noticed Little Flower’s strange thought process. So she swapped bedtime stories from various princesses to Journey to the West. She hadn’t expected Little Flower to share it with other children.

"No problem! Go quickly, or you’ll miss it!" Telling a story to one child or two was the same, and this was a good opportunity to see if Little Flower could sleep in a bed alone.

Changgui was delighted, already imagining himself and Little Flower lying on either side of the Sect Leader, listening to her story, drifting off to sleep, and then both getting a goodnight kiss from the Sect Leader, a warm scene...

He felt energized and dashed out, chasing after Cen Lizhui.

However, what Chen Muxue was envisioning was, after coaxing... oh, no, educating Little Flower to sleep in a bed alone, she’d be free to roll around her bed at will. What a joy!

Lan Xin, drowsy and with a posture unsuitable for sleeping, woke up frequently. Her face was swollen from mosquito bites, her mouth dry and parched, feeling like she was on the verge of ascending to the heavens.

Finally, she saw Cen Lizhui walking toward her and suddenly perked up like she was given a burst of energy: "Take me quickly! Let the young master grant me justice!"

Cen Lizhui couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth. This person got quite a few "red packets" outside, her head swollen like a halo, which made her already frail body appear even more bizarre in proportion.

He didn’t want to touch her, so he casually drew a few symbols in the air, releasing Lan Xin from her freeze. Before she could move, she began to float slightly.

With her feet leaving the ground, Lan Xin felt a mix of terror and curiosity. So this is what it’s like to fly?

She wondered what it would feel like if the young master carried her through the clouds...