She first reassured, saying, "Don’t worry, maybe my silly husband is just too busy to think of right now."
A ruo shook her head violently, like a rattle drum.
"No way, Your Majesty’s husband thinks about you every day. At the most, he can make twenty flowers bloom in a day, and on the least, there are still five or six."
"It’s rare for there to be three days without blooming; it’s definitely not his fault. It must be A ruo not taking good care of the Xiangsi Tree."
A ruo lowered her head in self-bla.
Jing Jia pressed her lips and ford a spell with her hands, gathering mana.
She sensed the Xiangsi Tree from the top to the root.
Then she withdrew the spell and smiled.
"It’s alright, it was when that Weasel Demon escaped last ti that it broke the spiritual energy link with the Xiangsi Tree."
"Run to the mortal world for and get a strand of my husband’s hair. Plant it again under the tree roots, and we can see it bloom again."
A ruo’s eyes lit up with joy, "Really? It’s great that the Xiangsi Tree is alright. I’ll prepare to go down to the mortal world now!"
She lifted her skirt, ready to run, but Jing Jia quickly stopped her.
"A ruo, rember my advice: don’t use spells at will, don’t reveal your identity, and don’t complicate things. Once you get the hair strand, return imdiately, understand?"
A ruo nodded quickly, "Understood! By the way, Your Majesty, if I et the Empress, can I greet her before I leave?"
Jing Jia lowered her eyes and thought for a mont.
When that little one was around, A ruo took good care of her.
Going to fetch Bai Xilie’s strand probably won’t escape Bai Zhi’er’s notice.
Jing Jia laughed and said, "Alright, but rember, make it quick."
After all, a few days in the mortal world are but a mont up in the nine layered heaven.
...
Bai Zhi’er had looked at three houses for sale, none of which satisfied her.
If they weren’t too noisy near the market, then the size wasn’t enough.
Now, the sibling duo had arrived at the place that Bai Daoyan suggested—a deserted mansion.
Located at the far west of the city, almost close to the moat.
It’s secluded, big in area, but extrely desolate.
The housekeeper responsible for selling this mansion had graying hair and trembled with each step.
When he pushed open the main door, it creaked loudly, followed by a "thud," as half of the redwood door on the left fell and swung half-hanging.
"Err..." The housekeeper and the siblings exchanged glances.
The old housekeeper let out an awkward laugh, "This is the mansion of my family head, it’s old, and I haven’t been here for a long ti, so the door fra is in disrepair; I ask for your understanding, young master and miss."
He walked while speaking, and Bai Zhi’er suddenly reminded, "Grandpa housekeeper, watch out!"
The old housekeeper dodged to the side, and almost simultaneously, a tile fell from the eaves above him, landing right at his feet.
"So close." The old housekeeper’s faded eyes widened, and he patted his chest in fright.
Bai Daoyan frowned and said, "This house is definitely not just old and in disrepair; the owner hasn’t returned for long, and you seldom visit. There’s sothing fishy here."
He said sternly, "You better speak truthfully; if there’s any hiding, we’ll just leave."
"And I promise, if you offend us, this house will never sell again."
The old housekeeper shivered in fright.
He explained with a distressed face, "Alas, I really don’t dare to hide from the young master and miss anymore. The reason my family head doesn’t want this mansion is because... it’s haunted!"
Bai Daoyan furrowed his brows tightly, while Bai Zhi’er’s eyes lit up.
Haunted house! She loves the lively excitent!
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