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

Lin Peishan gave Lin Fengmian a deep look, her eyes filled with complex emotions: concern, shock, and a barely perceptible tenderness.

She nodded gently to Lin Fengmian, said nothing more, and gracefully left with the crowd.

But her constant turning back revealed the secrets of this young woman.

Fu Yinqiu immediately snuggled up to Lin Fengmian's ear like a kitten guarding its food, and said sourly:

"Young master, look, when Sister Peishan left, she was practically smitten with you! She must really like you!"

Lin Fengmian chuckled and ruffled her soft hair: "Little brat, don't talk nonsense."

"They weren't lying!"

Fu Yinqiu pouted her red lips and retorted in a charmingly naive way. Her sweet, cute, and self-righteous little face, coupled with her lively eyes, was simply irresistible.

Lin Fengmian couldn't help but smile, a slight thought stirring in his heart.

"Looks like you're itching for a beating after not being guided in your cultivation for a few days, huh?"

Lin Fengmian chuckled and shook his head. Without saying a word, he gently pulled her hand and led her toward the palace.

"Ah! Young master... so many people are watching!"

Fu Yinqiu's pretty face instantly turned crimson. She buried her face in Lin Fengmian's chest, her small hands tightly wrapped around his arm, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and shyness.

That tea ceremony demeanor only fueled Lin Fengmian's anger.

Lin Fengmian casually closed the palace gate behind him.

"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson today for this jealous habit of yours!"

Lin Fengmian pulled her to sit down on the edge of the couch. Fu Yinqiu blushed and lowered her head, looking like she was obediently accepting punishment.

However, just as the two were talking—

"Well……"

A soft groan, barely suppressed, suddenly came from beneath the brocade quilt.

Lin Fengmian paused.

Fu Yinqiu also opened her eyes in confusion.

The bulging brocade quilt rustled, and a graceful woman with disheveled hair emerged from it—it was Yu Chan'er!

Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her cheeks, her cheeks were flushed, and her watery eyes stared straight at Lin Fengmian with a mixture of embarrassment, panic, and an inexplicable resentment.

The three looked at each other.

The air inside the palace seemed to freeze instantly.

Clearly, Yu Chan'er had been hiding under the covers for who knows how long.

She originally wanted to give Lin Fengmian a surprise.

Taking advantage of the bright afternoon sunlight, she secretly slipped into the bedchamber, crawled under the covers, curled up into a ball, and waited for that person to push open the door and return. Then, with a "whoosh," she would pull back the covers to see his surprised and delighted expression.

The girl's thoughts were both sweet and timid; she even deliberately softened her breathing, afraid of being discovered.

But to her utter surprise, Lin Fengmian didn't come back alone.

What I never expected was that I was forced to witness a vivid and sensual "live" scene.

Fu Yinqiu's sweet and charming voice, Lin Fengmian's deep and smiling tone, and the subtle sounds of rustling fabric and intertwined breaths all seeped into her ears through the thin blanket.

At first, she covered her ears, but then even her fingertips went limp. She curled up into a ball, and layers of alluring pink rose on her snow-white skin, spreading from her cheeks to her neck and then to her ears. Even her breath felt hot.

She gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning white, her eyes darting around in a panic, wishing she could disappear into the ground right then and there, preferably to the very core of the earth, and never come out again.

"Young Master Lin... I... I didn't mean to. I just heard you were back, so I wanted to come... um, wait for you. I didn't... I didn't expect..."

The voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, with a trembling ending, like a feather tickling the tip of one's heart.

The air froze instantly.

Lin Fengmian looked embarrassed, his old face immediately losing face.

What's going on? How did they bump into each other?

He's been a seasoned player in the dating scene for years and has experienced his share of dramatic situations, but this kind of "one in bed, one in arms" scenario is truly a test of his heart.

However, his long experience of being surrounded by flowers allowed him to quickly calm down. Although his face was stiff, his mind was already working at a rapid pace.

"!!!"

Fu Yinqiu was stunned at first, and subconsciously wanted to pull the quilt over herself, but she did not expect that the corner of the quilt was being tightly gripped by Yu Chan'er.

With a gentle pull, she not only failed to cover her up, but also pulled Yu Chan'er out of the quilt.

Yu Chan'er was still sleepy, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her hair was messily stuck to her forehead. She was so embarrassed that she almost fainted and wished she could be reincarnated.

The three of them stood frozen in place in an extremely strange posture, staring at each other, none of them knowing what to say.

Just as this extremely awkward yet extremely ambiguous atmosphere permeated the entire palace.

"Squeak."

The door to the bedchamber was pushed open once again.

A graceful figure, as serene as the moon, dressed in a simple white dress and carrying a long sword, walked in from outside. It was Xiao Ling'er, who had come specifically to serve Lin Fengmian after hearing that he had returned to the palace.

Xiao Ling'er raised her eyes, her cool gaze instantly fixing on the bed.

One was disheveled and her pretty face was flushed; the other was huddled under the covers, only half her head peeking out, her eyes filled with panic.

There was also Lin Fengmian, shirtless, in a stiff pose, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Suddenly, the four of them stared at each other.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Even Xiao Ling'er's exquisitely beautiful face, which usually maintained an almost unchanging cold expression, momentarily went blank.

Her jade-like hand holding the jade plate paused slightly, her fingertips tightening almost imperceptibly.

She had witnessed Lin Fengmian's battles during his cultivation before, but she had never seen such a vivid and lively "three-person battlefield" before her eyes.

The disheveled clothes, the rumpled bedding, and the overlapping scents far exceeded her expectations.

Fu Yinqiu and Yu Chan'er both screamed at the same time, frantically trying to squeeze behind Lin Fengmian.

As a result, the two of them went in the wrong direction and bumped into each other with a cry of "Ouch!" The bedding was thrown into disarray, and their clothes were scattered. They quickly grabbed their clothes to prevent any accidental exposure. The scene was chaotic and awkward for a moment.

Lin Fengmian cried out in his heart: Damn it, this is a complete disaster.

Even with his thick skin, he felt a headache coming on.

This scene was an extremely awkward and chaotic mess.

He forced himself to suppress the turmoil in his heart, coughed lightly, and forced what he thought was a very charming and handsome smile onto his lips as he grinned at Xiao Ling'er:

"Oh, Ling'er, what a coincidence! The weather's nice today!"

"Um...you've come at the perfect time. Why don't you...make yourself a cup of tea? We'll be done in a minute?"

As soon as he said it, he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear.

What on earth is all this?!

Making tea?!

Can brewing tea really dispel this tension?!

Xiao Ling'er finally recovered from her petrified state.

Her cool gaze swept back and forth between Lin Fengmian and the two women on the bed. Her beautiful face showed no emotion, but the coldness in her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil.