After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

He could naturally see what was hidden in her last glance. But some things cannot be rushed or forced.

She is the Empress's person, her identity is sensitive, and she is very calculating. Pushing her too hard will only push her away.

Moreover, there's the upcoming grand competition, the chaos in Qingyang City, and the need to give instructions to the Empress.

There is ample time.

Watching Lin Peishan leave, Fu Yinqiu blinked, moved closer to Lin Fengmian, wrinkled her cute little nose, and spoke with a mix of sourness and curiosity:

"Hey, you... tell me, do you like Sister Pei-shan? You're so nice to her..."

Lin Fengmian was savoring the complex emotions in Lin Peishan's last glance when he heard this and turned his head, only to meet Fu Yinqiu's pretty face so close to his.

She tilted her head back, her red lips slightly pouting, her adorable big eyes filled with a girlish charm and a hint of unconscious jealousy.

Because they were so close, Lin Fengmian could even smell the faint sweet fragrance emanating from her.

The fragrance was not like cosmetics, but rather like the natural scent emanating from some kind of spiritual flower or herb, sweet with a faint, subtle herbal aroma.

My gaze swept over her; this girl had a slender figure and was indeed quite graceful.

Her waist was incredibly slender, yet her chest was already beginning to develop, outlining a youthful yet alluring curve under the colorful skirt.

Her legs were straight and long. Standing on the sand, the fine sand covered the top of her embroidered shoes, making her small ankles look exceptionally white.

At this moment, Fu Yinqiu seemed to have awakened some kind of instinctive feeling within him.

The youthful energy and unique spiritual fluctuations truly aroused a desire to explore further.

At that very moment, the Azure Emperor's Longevity Technique within Lin Fengmian's body began to operate on its own, and a faint, almost imperceptible, joyful longing arose simultaneously with the wood elemental root within his spiritual root.

The feeling was like rain after a long drought, like withered trees meeting spring, like something that had been dormant for a long time suddenly smelling a scent of the same origin.

This feeling stirred Lin Fengmian's heart, and he looked at Fu Yinqiu with a newfound curiosity.

"Could this girl actually possess a special constitution, such as a wood-attribute spirit body? Perhaps it just hasn't awakened yet?"

He pondered to himself, but remained outwardly calm.

Thinking of this, he deliberately reached out and gently flicked her smooth forehead. The touch was delicate and warm, like the finest jade.

"Silly girl, I was just trying to see things through to the end. But you..."

His gaze swept over Fu Yinqiu with scrutiny, deliberately drawing out his words:

"At such a young age, what are you thinking about all day long, love and romance? Hmm?"

Fu Yinqiu cried out "Ouch!" from the flick, covering her forehead. Hearing Lin Fengmian's words, she felt both ashamed and anxious.

"Who, who's so young! I've already reached the Foundation Establishment stage! And... and I'm yours now..."

The word "concubine" was on the tip of my tongue, but I ultimately didn't have the courage to say it.

She just glared at Lin Fengmian with a flushed face, looking like a shy and angry little wife who dared not speak her anger. Coupled with her graceful figure, she was simply tempting people to commit crimes.

Those big eyes were shimmering with moisture, like a pool of spring water or a sky full of stars, making one's heart itch.

Looking at her like this, Lin Fengmian felt his pure yang energy inexplicably stirring.

The frustration from the previous life-or-death battle, the melancholy brought by Lin Peishan's complicated gaze when she left, and all the emotions that had been building up since the Foundation Establishment stage all seemed to find another outlet at this moment.

He suddenly stepped forward and looked at her with a serious expression.

Fu Yinqiu instinctively tried to back away, but Lin Fengmian gently grasped her wrist.

The force was gentle, yet carried an irresistible quality. His fingertips pressed against her wrist, feeling her rapid, erratic heartbeat.

"I...I..."

Fu Yinqiu's heart pounded like a drum, and her mind went blank as she looked at Lin Fengmian's expression.

She tried to break free, but the warmth on her wrist seemed to possess some kind of magic, making her weak all over.

She wanted to speak, but it felt like something was blocking her throat, and she could only utter soft, whimpering syllables.

Seeing her like this, Lin Fengmian smiled slightly. There was a hint of mischief in that smile, and a hint of pity in it.

"Didn't you say you were my concubine? Then... how do I coordinate the techniques? Do I need to... demonstrate them myself?"

"boom!"

Fu Yinqiu felt a surge of heat rush to her head, and her whole body was burning up. Her delicate body trembled slightly, whether from fear or something else, she didn't know.

Her head was spinning; the courage she had shown earlier in accepting defeat had vanished without a trace, leaving only instinctive shyness and panic. She stammered:

"I...I...you...you have to be gentle...and...can you not...not here..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Her shifty eyes and innocent, timid demeanor, seemingly both vulnerable and fearful, are a fatal temptation for any man.

A gust of wind swept by, lifting a wisp of hair from her temple and brushing against the back of Lin Fengmian's hand, making it tickle.

Lin Fengmian's Adam's apple bobbed again.

He looked down at her flushed earlobes, the blush spreading from her earlobes all the way down her neck, like the sunset falling on white jade. Suddenly, he chuckled softly.

"Not here?" His voice was slightly hoarse as his fingertips gently caressed her wrist. "Where did Yinqiu say we should go?"

Fu Yinqiu had no idea how to answer.

She felt a burning sensation on the small patch of skin on her wrist where he held it, even her spiritual energy was thrown into disarray. She bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling, and after a long while, she managed to choke out a sentence:

"I...I don't know...you...you decided..."

The voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, as if it were squeezed out of the throat.

Lin Fengmian's smile deepened. With a flick of his sleeve, a clear, melodious sword light rose from beneath his feet, supporting the two figures. The wind and sand were cleaved by the sword energy, and the setting sun drew a long, golden-red arc behind them, as if paving a path home for the two figures.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"Okay, let's leave here first. Once we find a place where it's just you and me, I'll teach you slowly."

His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Fu Yinqiu let out a soft "ooh," burying her face in his chest, her small hands gripping his clothes tightly, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

The sweet, herbal scent emanating from her grew stronger, wafting through her clothes and into Lin Fengmian's nostrils. Lin Fengmian put an arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer to his chest, feeling the slight trembling and softness of her delicate body.

A flash of sword light shot into the sky, piercing the twilight.

The wind whistled, and a sweet fragrance lingered in my arms.

Lin Fengmian flew through the air on his sword, heading towards the nearest city. But at this moment, with the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, he was in no hurry to push her away.

At the edge of the Gobi Desert, as dusk settled, two figures transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the horizon.

On that flying sword, Fu Yinqiu nestled in Lin Fengmian's arms, her small face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling both flustered and sweet. She secretly lifted her eyelids slightly and peeked upwards through the gap in her eyelashes.