"I'm not eating." Zhu Xu lowered her head without even looking, continuing to slowly embroider her mandarin ducks.
Bi Lian looked at the plump, sweet fruits in her hand and sighed helplessly.
Who was this divine being that made His Highness abandon even you all?
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"Zhao Xue, you still remember me, right? Did you get the Glazed Heart?"
At this moment, in the peach grove, Zhao Xue was using magic to water the peach trees.
At some unknown time, Ling Xue of the Fox clan intruded.
As soon as Ling Xue finished speaking, Zhao Xue fell silent, not even pausing his magical watering, unsure if he had heard Ling Xue's question or not.
"Zhao Xue, what do you mean? I've given you so much time together, you should be content."
Even when facing Zhao Xue, Ling Xue felt an instinctual fear, yet the inherent arrogance of Ling Xue's nature wouldn't simply disappear.
Just like now, looking at Zhao Xue's back, Ling Xue's arrogance did not recede at all, becoming even colder than usual.
"So much time together?" Zhao Xue finally reacted, stopping his watering and turning to face Ling Xue.
"With Zhu Xu, all the time in the world is but a fleeting moment. This has only been a few days, and you consider that 'so much time together'?"
As Zhao Xue walked closer to Ling Xue, Ling Xue's brows furrowed, and he instinctively took a step back.
"If you don't retrieve the Glazed Heart, Zhu Xu will find out your demonic identity."
After an unknown period of time, Zhao Xue lowered his head, quietly gazing at the demonic energy in his hand. "So what if she knows."
"So what if she knows? She's an immortal, you're a demon. You should know how much she detests those of the demon race."
Ling Xue looked at Zhao Xue strangely, unable to understand why Zhao Xue would ask such a foolish question.
"But Xu Xu likes me very much." Zhao Xue lowered his hand, the demonic energy dissipating instantly, his face filled with a guileless innocence like a blooming water lily.
Ling Xue couldn't help but scoff. "Heh."
She wondered why Zhao Xue would ask such a foolish question; it turned out his brain had been addled by so-called love.
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Ling Xue looked at Zhao Xue, who appeared both bewitching and cold, with a mocking and sarcastic expression.
"Shut up, Xu Xu will love me for a very, very long time." Before Zhu Xu was with Zhao Xue, even the Wine Immortal couldn't have imagined Zhao Xue saying such childish words.
If Zhu Xu no longer loved him, no longer wanted to be with him, no longer gave him tokens of affection, no longer thought his braided hair looked good...
Just thinking about it made Zhao Xue feel as though he would die from the anguish.
Zhao Xue couldn't fathom what he might do if that day truly came.
After all, he had never gone mad before.
"It won't happen." Zhao Xue became visibly flustered, lost in his own fantasy.
"It won't happen? Nothing is impossible!" Ling Xue's demeanor gradually calmed as she watched Zhao Xue lose control.
The next second, a sharp wind blade fiercely pierced towards Ling Xue's eyes.
"Didn't I tell you, I really hate those eyes of yours." Zhao Xue followed closely behind the wind blade.
Meeting Zhao Xue's emotionless gaze, Ling Xue's pupils involuntarily contracted.
There were roughly two types of people in this world that gave Ling Xue a headache.
One type was those who cared about nothing; you couldn't grasp their weaknesses, and you never knew when they might play you to death.
The other type was like Zhao Xue.
This type of person had a clear reverse scale; as long as you stayed far away, there would be no danger. But if you insisted on touching his reverse scale,
then both your sixth and seventh senses would tell you that you would die a most miserable death.
"What makes you think I would harm Xu Xu?"
Zhao Xue's gaze was deep and fixed on Ling Xue.
Ling Xue swallowed the lump in her throat. "I said I would only retrieve the Glazed Heart. That Glazed Heart doesn't belong to Zhu Xu in the first place, and retrieving it won't cause her any harm."
Ling Xue, who had initially come to threaten Zhao Xue, had unintentionally lost her imposing aura.
"Why should I believe you?" Zhao Xue squinted his eyes. If looks could kill, Ling Xue would have died multiple times over.
Ling Xue steadied her nerves and continued, "Let's not even talk about later. Even now, I'm no match for you. What reason do you have not to believe me?"
Zhao Xue lowered his gaze, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
After a moment, Zhao Xue released Ling Xue.
"You can leave." Zhao Xue took a few steps back and turned his back to Ling Xue.
Ling Xue paused, looking at Zhao Xue's retreating figure. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke:
"Zhao Xue, don't make me wait too long. Once my heart dies, I will absolutely not let you off easily.
I assume you don't want to see Zhu Xu look at you with hatred either.
But who told you to be from the demon race?"
Ling Xue looked at Zhao Xue's back, unable to detect any change in his demeanor.
However, the peach trees in front of Zhao Xue were being inundated with a torrent of water, as if a river were pouring down, and they felt as if they were about to choke to death.
As soon as Ling Xue finished speaking, she turned and left without looking back.
Once Ling Xue was nowhere to be seen, the peach trees in front of Zhao Xue snapped with a creak and broke off on their own.
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That night, Zhu Xu, holding the sachet she had embroidered all day, nervously and expectantly awaited Zhao Xue's fireflies.
"Your Highness, please sit down and eat something. You haven't eaten all day."
As Bi Lian spoke, Zhu Xu shook her head.
Seeing Zhu Xu gazing out the window like a lovelorn statue, Bi Lian could only sigh helplessly and mutter to herself.
Fortunately, His Highness was an immortal; if she were a mortal, she would likely have turned into wisps of smoke by now from this lovesickness.
Zhao Xue did not keep Zhu Xu waiting long. As soon as it was completely dark, Zhao Xue's fireflies landed on Zhu Xu's shoulder.
"Zhao Xue, Zhao Xue. I want to give you a sachet as a token of my love." Zhu Xu's tone was much lighter, completely different from her perfunctory manner with Bi Lian.
"Zhao Xue, I've finished embroidering the mandarin ducks. Look quickly, do they look similar?"