63: "Seclusion to digest?" Ling Qingzhu laughed in exasperation.

Outside the Drunken Immortal Tower, the streets were bustling with heavy traffic.

Ling Qingzhu stood alone in her white robes, appearing detached from the world.

Three feet away from her was the clamor of the crowd; within three feet of her was eternal ice.

Passing Cultivators all glanced her way, yet none dared to cross the line.

All eyes were frozen and repelled by her cold aura that kept everyone at a distance.

She didn't care about the prying eyes of these ants.

Her gaze pierced through the crowd, fixing on the window still bathed in a faint golden light.

She was waiting.

Waiting for the man who had branded the word "Husband" deep into her Dao Heart to give her an answer.

She was curious how he would "respond" when she took the initiative to knock on his door.

Would he continue as he did at the auction, using a domineering and heterodox manner to toy with her?

Or was he feeling guilty and making up an excuse to avoid her?

Regardless of which it was, she wanted to witness it for herself.

This would allow her to more clearly depict the real Su Chen hidden behind the diary and reality.

Creak.

The private room door opened.

Walking out was the Godchild's maidservant, Su Ying.

Her face was filled with struggle, difficulty, and an embarrassment that was about to overflow.

A hint of realization flashed through Ling Qingzhu's clear eyes.

It was the second case.

He was indeed feeling guilty.

This thought caused a trace of sweetness, which she hadn't even noticed, to bloom in Ling Qingzhu's frozen Dao Heart.

So, he could also feel embarrassed for teasing her in front of ten thousand people.

Even... shy?

This discovery made her feel that the image of the high-and-mighty god-demon who toyed with people's hearts gained a touch of Mortal warmth.

Su Ying's steps had never been so heavy.

She walked up to Ling Qingzhu and bowed deeply, hardly daring to look up at that face which could make the world lose its color.

She feared she would see a rage in those clear eyes that could freeze her Divine Soul.

"Reporting to the Saintess, Your Highness, my Godchild says..."

Su Ying's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, each word squeezed out with difficulty from between her teeth.

"He says... he ate too much of that Golden Scaled Pig just now, and the spiritual energy is running wild in his body, causing indigestion, so he needs to enter seclusion immediately."

"And... it's a death seclusion."

"He will absolutely not come out until he finishes digesting that pig."

"He also said that if you have business, wait until he's finished digesting. If not, you should hurry back to your residence and stop standing at the door, as it's affecting... affecting business."

Su Ying finished in one breath, completely gave up thinking, and froze in place, waiting for judgment.

It was too humiliating.

The Godchild's reputation and the Su Family's reputation were completely ruined by her own hands today.

The expected thunderous rage did not descend.

The surrounding air was terrifyingly silent.

Su Ying tremblingly raised her eyes and took a quick glance.

Ling Qingzhu still stood quietly, motionless.

No joy or anger could be seen on that cold and peerless face.

However, the corners of her mouth, like jade carvings, were twitching uncontrollably at an extremely subtle frequency.

Ate too much?

death seclusion... to digest?

For a moment, Ling Qingzhu thought her Jade Lake Dao Heart had misheard some mundane slang.

In her nineteen years of life, she had heard countless types of rejections.

Seclusion to comprehend the Dao, going out for experience, physical discomfort, the time hasn't come... but entering death seclusion because he ate too much... this was definitely the most absurd, most ridiculous, and most... dismissive reason she had ever heard!

A surge of heat rushed straight to her head!

It wasn't shame, nor was it annoyance, but a burning pain mixed with absurdity and being slighted, making her snowy-white earlobes flush instantly.

This bastard!

How dare he!

How dare he use such nonsense that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe to brush her off!

But just a moment before her anger was about to freeze everything.

Her Dao Heart, "contaminated" by the diary, forcibly twisted the direction of her thoughts.

Wait... with his intellect, why would he use such a flawed excuse?

If he wanted to refuse, a simple "comprehending the Divine Ability from just now" would be flawless.

But he didn't.

He chose the most absurd one instead.

This precisely proved that... he was feeling guilty!

He must be shy because he "teased" her so dominantly at the auction; he must be so embarrassed that he doesn't know how to face her, which is why he said such bizarre and stupid things in a panic!

Yes!

That's the only explanation!

The more he avoids meeting her and the more absurd his words are, the more it proves... he has something to hide, and he has her in his heart!

Her thoughts became clear.

Her rage receded like the tide.

Ling Qingzhu felt both annoyed and amused.

This man... was truly a bit cutely childish.

She slowly exhaled a breath of orchid-like fragrance, and her Dao Heart, which had lost its rhythm, returned to tranquility.

She knew that seeing him today was impossible.

Forcing her way in would only make this "paper tiger" even more embarrassed.

Very well.

Since he didn't want to meet, she would leave him a reason that would force a meeting.

Ling Qingzhu flipped her fair hand, and a top-grade shadow recording stone, flowing with brilliant light, appeared in her palm.

Inside, everything from the auction fifteen days ago was sealed.

Including that domineering and heterodox "Su Chen" and his earth-shattering "Husband."

She handed the shadow recording stone to Su Ying.

"Since it is inconvenient for the Godchild, please pass this to him."

Her voice returned to its coldness, yet it hid a playfulness that only she could understand.

"Tell him that Qingzhu awaits his arrival at the Jade Lake."

Ling Qingzhu paused, those heterodox eyes flashing through her mind, and her full red lips curled into a faint smile.

Her voice softened slightly, carrying a trace of subtle provocation.

"I hope that after he finishes digesting, he won't forget his 'grandeur' from that day."

After saying this, she stayed no longer.

Turning around, she transformed into a beam of clear light and merged into the horizon.

She believed that once Su Chen saw this shadow recording stone and the "him" inside.

He would understand.

His disguise, his tests, his... shyness.

I, Ling Qingzhu, have seen through it all.