TSFLIP Chapter 676

“The princess has only just recovered from a serious illness—you can’t be so reckless,” Taibai Jinxing said, half joking and half warning.

Qingya scratched his head. “Alright, alright, my fault. Don’t worry, I know my limits.”

Taibai gave him a deep, meaningful look. “Good that you know. If anything were to happen to the princess, I’m afraid even if I pleaded on your behalf, Mister Su would come after your life.”

Qingya’s expression stiffened. For a long while, he was speechless.

Fengguang looked from Taibai to Qingya, sensing a strange tension she couldn’t quite place.

After a moment, Taibai asked, “So, Qingya Zhenjun, what brings you to my study today?”

“There is something.” Qingya glanced at Fengguang. “And it has something to do with the princess.”

Fengguang blinked. “With me?”

“Exactly. Something happened in Mister Su’s medicinal garden…”

“What happened?” Fengguang grew anxious. “Don’t tell me he got poisoned by some toxic herb he grew himself?”

Qingya chuckled at her remark. “Not at all. A female student blocked the entrance to his garden… and publicly confessed her love to him.”

Fengguang: “…”

“Ahem…” Taibai gave a very unconvincing cough. “That kind of matter just goes on record. No need for you to run here like you’re filing a complaint, Qingya Zhenjun.”

Well, of course, he came—he wanted to watch the drama unfold!

But he couldn’t say that in front of Fengguang. Instead, Qingya gave an awkward smile. “This girl isn’t just anyone. She’s the princess’s cousin—the treasured daughter of the North Sea Emperor, Beiming Yu.”

Taibai frowned. “In that case… yes, this is troublesome.”

The Beiming clan lived in the frigid lands of the far north. Their relationship with the celestial clan was not exactly warm. To use a comparison: the Heavenly Emperor was like the supreme monarch, while the Beiming were like powerful vassal kings. More importantly, the Beiming domain bordered the demon realm. If the Beiming ever turned against Heaven, demons could easily invade.

True, Heaven and the demon realm had signed a peace treaty, but beneath the surface, who could say what undercurrents stirred?

Both Taibai and Qingya turned their eyes on Fengguang, making her feel immense pressure. She gave a forced laugh. “Maybe I should just…”

“Maybe the princess should go have a look?” Qingya suggested.

The words she’d been about to say—maybe I should just head back—stuck in her throat. Clenching her teeth, she gave a firm nod and followed Qingya Zhenjun out of Taibai Jinxing’s study.

As they walked, Qingya looked down at the woman who barely reached his shoulder and sighed. “It’s really hard to imagine.”

“Imagine what?” Fengguang tilted her head, completely lost.

“Those years ago, the princess alone sealed the rift that had opened in the heavens. Do you know what kind of cultivation is required?” No matter how many times Qingya saw her, he couldn’t help but marvel. Such a petite body, yet she’d stood against the devouring energy pouring from a crack in the heavens—not only sealing it but surviving to return.

And she was only seventeen hundred years old. To possess such profound cultivation, calling her a mere genius was far from enough.

Fengguang stared blankly. “A rift? I did something like that? I’m really that amazing?”