Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Chapter 187 Something's Up?

The old men were already looking like they wanted to kill her because they suspected something. Now that she said it so directly, wouldn't that make them even more aggressive?

However, the reactions of the crowd were completely unexpected.

The sounds in the hall had barely subsided when the three True Lords in the back seat were all shocked. This was the first time the Divine Lord had repeatedly denied their requests.

So that's really how it is... It really was this person's mistake!

They exchanged glances for a few moments, remaining silent for a while, before turning their gazes to Donglin Zhenjun.

Donglin Zhenjun's clasped hands froze in place, his lips twitching involuntarily in surprise.

His guess was correct.

This woman is not only rude, but also full of lies. How can someone like that be worthy of...?

He gave Guan Xun a deep look, gritted his teeth, and then lowered his head: "Yes."

Guan Xun murmured to himself, a look of suspicion creeping into his dark eyes.

Although their dissatisfaction was still evident, their attitude had changed slightly. Whether it was due to the Imperial Tutor's orders or something else, each person's face showed more helplessness.

It was truly unexpected that they stopped being so aggressive...

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The seven palaces, arranged in a spiral, stand atop the soaring clouds.

"Wow!"

Guan Xun emerged from the bath, brushed his wet hair back, wiped the water droplets from his face, and then leaned against the side to survey the entire room.

The room is adorned with gold and jade, carved beams and painted rafters, and white mist rises from the pool, swirling around the interior and adding a layer of hazy ambiance.

This place is really nice.

After leaving the main hall, the True Lords still spoke rudely, but their attitude towards her was one of suppressed anger.

All the requests were granted, and a maid led them to this place.

She was originally worried about not having a place to bathe and rest.

After washing off the bloodstains, I felt much refreshed.

Guan Xun subconsciously raised her hand and touched her chest. The piercing pain was deeply imprinted in her mind.

To this day, she still can't understand why, if the heart was useless, the Imperial Tutor didn't drain the blood from her body to nourish the Heavenly Infant Cicada Flower, but instead sent the heart back.

If it were her, she would definitely take the former approach.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it anymore."

Just as Guan Xun put aside his thoughts and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Young Master?" a woman's voice called cautiously, "Is he asleep?"

"Hmm?" Guan Xun's eyes darted around, without even turning his head. "Master? Are you calling me?"

"Of course, as the wife of the Divine Lord, you are naturally also the mistress of the Nine Heavens Palace."

The moment the words left his mouth, the water in the bathtub began to boil.

Guan Xun stood in the pool, one hand holding the outer garment he had just grabbed to wrap himself around his body. Water droplets slid down his skin and melted into the still turbulent water that reached above his thighs.

"What did you say?!" she shouted incredulously, as if she had heard some outrageous joke.

Shuang'er, a maid with a low braid, was so startled that she fell to her knees on the ground.

"Husband, wife?"

Seeing the person trembling with fear, Guan Xun stepped out of the bath and strode over to him in a few steps.

"Who told you that I am your god's wife?"

"Your Highness, everyone in the Nine Heavens knows about what happened at Zhongmi Palace today," Shuang'er said tremblingly, her head almost hitting the ground.

Guan Xun was speechless. He hadn't expected that the news would spread so quickly in just a few hours.

Rumors always get more and more outrageous as they spread, even mentioning a goddess's wife...

She immediately shuddered; it was disgusting.

As if she had thought of something, she raised an eyebrow slightly and tentatively asked, "Your deity... could it be that you're spreading rumors about your own innocence?"

"Huh?" Shuang'er suddenly looked up, as if she had heard something utterly absurd. Her face lost all fear, leaving only a blank expression.

She quickly realized what was happening and shook her head and waved her hands repeatedly, looking as if she dared not disrespect him.

“Young Master, what you’re saying is… The God’s status is so noble, how could he do such a thing?”

"How did you all know?"

"I only found out today," Shuang'er replied.

Upon hearing this, Guan Xun frowned.

That's true, we should ask the old men; they're the ones who know the facts.

But it doesn't matter. She was just curious. Whether she knew or not, or when she found out, was none of her business.

More than that, she wanted to find out about other things...

Thinking about it, Guan Xun's lips curled into a strange smile. He leaned down and approached Shuang'er. He casually lifted her chin with his fingertips and looked her over, then nodded seriously.

"Young Master?" Shuang'er asked, puzzled.

"She's quite a pretty young woman," Guan Xun remarked.

Shuang'er knew her own limitations when it came to looks, but being stared at and praised like that still made her cheeks blush.

For a moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable kneeling.

"What is the true form of your deity? Is it a Cangkun like you? Or perhaps a Heavenly Infant Cicada Flower?"

Upon hearing this, Shuang'er's rosy face turned deathly pale, and she even subconsciously held her breath.

After a moment of silence, there was still no reply.

Did not say?

Guan Xun was not in a hurry, and a dark red light flashed in his eyes.

However, the person in front of him just stared blankly, unable to utter a single word, his ears turning bright red from holding it in.

What's going on? Her brow twitched, and she tried to ask casually.

"Where is this place?"

"The side hall of the Nine-Tiered Palace".

"what's your name?"

"Shuang'er".

"What is the true form of the deity?"

"..."

"Where is your true body?"

"Cangkun".

Guan Xun: ...

Well, I guess I won't get any information out of you.

After a moment's thought, she changed the subject: "Then do you know how to distinguish between your divine essence and your avatars?"

"I don't know," Shuang'er shook her head.

Guan Xun looked suspicious: "Isn't it distinguished by the markings on the forehead?"

Shuang'er shook her head again.

"Phew." Guan Xun straightened up, picked up the dress from the rack next to him, and exhaled a sigh of relief as he put it on.

She knew absolutely nothing when asked, and I couldn't get a single useful piece of information from her; it was a complete waste of her spiritual power.

When Shuang'er regained consciousness, she saw Guan Xun fastening his belt.

She looked confused; it seemed like she had just... forgotten something.

"Young master, let me help you." Shuang'er shook her head secretly, and then went over to help.

"No need, you can go out first." Guan Xun waved his hand.

"Yes."

However, just as Shuang'er turned around and stepped out of the threshold, Guan Xun paused, suddenly raised his head and looked around.

At the same time, the figure at the door let out a scream and fell back into the room with a thud.

Guan Xun looked closely and saw the hem of a snow-white robe suddenly appear at the doorway.

That familiar aura—I knew who it was without even looking up.

Imperial teacher.

Shuang'er was terrified; her fear of death was less than half that of offending the deity.

She immediately prostrated herself and kowtowed, trembling all over, not daring to utter a single word.

"Walk."

The gentle tone finally stopped Shuang'er from repeatedly bobbing her head. She quickly got up and hurried away.

Guan Xun raised an eyebrow, looking more terrified than if he had seen a ghost. Is this guy... really that scary?

After everyone left, an eerie silence filled the air.

The two stood facing each other, their eyes meeting, yet they remained silent for a moment.

Guan Xun brushed his wet hair aside, about to say something, when the Imperial Tutor spoke first.

"What do you want?"

He didn't seem as indifferent as usual; there was a hint of unspoken meaning in his eyes.

"Heh." Guan Xun was slightly taken aback at first, then his gaze passed over him and landed on the courtyard behind.

It was the dead of night, the moon was bright and the stars were few.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you?" She forced a smile and crossed her arms. "What's up?"