Section 3

She said, "You can call me Qingxuan"

Are you not afraid of me

After parting with the old servant, Du Heng went alone to the Yanqiu Palace. It was dusk, and the golden glow of the setting sun fell upon the Taixue. He pushed aside the fresh green bamboo branches and saw a young lady in a white palace dress holding the hand of a little girl in a green palace outfit as they wrote together. The scene was indescribably beautiful

Qinghe was furious, pulling Jiangli, who was huddled beside Qingxuan, over and slapping her hard. "This princess not only wants to scold her but also to hit her! Royal sister, feel free to tell our mother the empress, and let us see if she will punish me for this wretched creature!"

What can I do about her in my current state? Forget it, I won't pursue it, nor do I want to deal with her anymore

The West Sea Dragon Palace has a close relationship with the Qilin clan, and the Sixth Princess is a frequent visitor to Qilin Valley, sometimes staying for three to two months at a time. Those who have inquired a little about the West Sea's Little Six know that she has been spoiled by her parents, with a proud and arrogant temperament. The attendants around her change every few years; they either get injured or end up disabled, with no good fate awaiting them. Unlike those little spirits who do not know how to protect themselves, the old turtle spirit relies on its thick shell and cries whenever it gets hit, managing to stay by the side of West Sea's Little Six. Every time the Sixth Princess visits Qilin Valley, she brings him along, and every time Qilin Mochen sees him getting beaten, she covers her mouth and laughs so hard that she trembles, as if it were the greatest amusement, truly deserving of being a close friend who has grown up with West Sea's Little Six.

In fact, Du Heng has never been to mhetushu.com, for Sister Mo Chen had told him that the mortal realm is a place of filth, unbearably dirty. He asked, what is the dirtiest thing in the mortal realm? Mo Chen thought for a moment and said, it is the human heart, foul and unbearable even from within. He asked with unusual disgust: Is there nothing clean then? Mo Chen replied with a smile, there is, it is called a Linglong heart, but unfortunately, it is something that can only be encountered by chance and cannot be sought after.

Only the head of the family was anxious, fearing that if he continued like this, he would develop problems. One day, he called him over and said: "You are not young anymore, staying in the valley all day will lead to no prospects. The queen of the mortal realm, Yanqiu, has only three years to live. Go and choose a pleasing new master to guard her for a lifetime, and then you can return. In the future, I can also arrange some tasks for you in the heavenly realm"

The Qilin has always been the most devoted, rarely speaking of love; once it falls in love, it is for eternity, unwavering until death. However, it is also the most indifferent; even if you love it to the utmost and die for it, it would not bother to glance your way. Thus, every time Xihai Xiaoliu dresses up elaborately to "pass by" that pear orchard and "casually" kicks the door open to see if that tongue-tied boy is dead or not, it is only natural for him to be flushed with excitement yet maintain an arrogant attitude, nostrils flared, and to receive a few disdainful glances in return.

Moreover, Du Heng thought that he was here to be a guardian, not to harm others. The head of the family only mentioned that he should protect the future empress, but did not specify what to do if the person he was supposed to protect caused harm. He pondered this without arriving at a conclusion, yet the current situation was not entirely unfavorable; it was certainly better than having no one to talk to every day

Qingxuan is different from the second princess Qinghe, who is spoiled and arrogant. Qinghe relies on her father, the emperor, and her grandfather's prominent status. She cannot stand seeing Qingxuan take care of Jiang Li everywhere and often disdainfully asks her: "Why does the imperial sister always protect this lowly creature? She is only useful for her appearance; if she were sent to marry into another country, it would enhance the reputation of Yanqiu."

He thought to himself, nonsense

Du Heng is a name for a type of incense in the mortal realm, and anything that becomes associated with the mortal world is generally considered unworthy of attention. Within the Qilin divine clan, Du Heng is not held in high regard; he possesses a pair of wings on his back, yet he is merely a Wind Qilin. Compared to his kin who can control water and fire, the ability to command the wind is evidently a less esteemed skill. Moreover, Du Heng himself is quite an oddity; he displays a look of disgust when sharing food with others, and he habitually glances at people with a sidelong gaze, showing little interest in engaging with anyone. It is a pity that he possesses a grace as radiant as a jade tree.

Do not hate her for leaving, she is young and does not understand, she only wants to keep you..." Qingxuan said anxiously, "I have already taught her a lesson, and I ask that you, Lord Qilin, do not blame her.

Du Heng does not like to reside in the temple dedicated to the royal family's qilin totem, and instead sleeps daily on the bed of Jiang Li, who always talks to himself when no one is around. This child, likely to be mute for life, has endless words to say in this lifetime. Du Heng has always preferred solitude since childhood, but upon arriving in the mortal realm, he enjoys listening to others speak, which makes the decades of his previous life seem less arduous.

Such scenes almost play out every few days. Although Qingxuan cares for Jiang Li, she cannot follow her for all twelve hours, so Jiang Li has never been free from injuries, both major and minor. The palace maids serving her also turn a blind eye, for who can blame the Third Princess for her unfortunate birth? However, Jiang Li never complains; she simply returns to apply some bruise ointment and acts as if nothing has happened. Several times, Du Heng leaned over her face to see if this little one had cried, but her eyes always reflected a pure, clear blue, as if one could see oneself in them. However, Jiang Li never complains; she simply returns to apply some bruise ointment and acts as if nothing has happened. Several times, Du Heng leaned over her face to see if this little one had cried, but her eyes always reflected a pure, clear blue, as if one could see oneself in them.

Du Heng nodded, "As you wish."

Qingxuan scolded her: "Do not speak nonsense, if the Empress hears it, she will break your mouth."

However, this trip to the mortal realm is a duty assignment. He looked down from the clouds and saw not the green mountains and clear waters or the ten miles of pear blossoms, but the endless yellow sands of Yanqiu's territory, with the blazing sun overhead and dust swirling in the air. Mo Chen was not wrong; the mortal realm is indeed a filthy and barren place

In fact, being a guardian deity is truly a very lonely and tedious task

Upon waking again, Qingxuan was by his side. Du Heng attempted to break free from the shackles of his soul, only to realize that the bloodline had already tightened within his spirit. He was unable to summon his magical powers and was no different from an ordinary person.

Qingxuan retorted: "You are the guardian deity of my Yanqiu land, why should I fear you"

Thus, the old turtle spirit, carrying a hoe, became the old farmer of the Qilin Valley pear orchard, transforming into Du Heng's servant

The landlord stroked his chin and stated honestly according to his own principles: "Find someone who is good-looking."

That is the seventeen-year-old eldest princess Qingxuan and the twelve-year-old third princess Jiang Li.

Du Heng looked at her and said, "My name is Du Heng"

Of course, the Little Six of the West Sea is not to be trifled with. After suffering a loss at the hands of his beloved, he sought to reclaim his dignity. Thus, the old turtle spirit found himself in a dire situation, as he was pulled over and struck by his master. Being beaten is something one becomes accustomed to over time, yet that little fellow, who only knew how to roll his eyes, strangely stared at the Little Six of the West Sea for a while and said: "If you find him foolish, just leave him to me; I am in need of someone to help me with weeding."

Since the time Du Huang began to record events, his parents have been separated. His father was assigned to guard the celestial island of Jixi, while his mother went to the West to serve before the lotus seat of the Buddha, leaving him all alone. He could not get along with his peers and grew up in solitude under the care of the head of the family. Occasionally, when he came across phrases like "deep brotherly affection" in the pages of books, he could not imagine what such a situation would be like, until now when he finally understands.

It seems that since childhood, I have been able to see things that others cannot see

He turned to the old turtle spirit and said: "You may go back, it is only a few decades, after all, it is not too difficult to endure"

Du M. Hetushucomcom wiped his lips; this was probably the dirtiest and most disgusting thing he had ever eaten in his life

Until one day, he felt a soft finger brushing against his lips in a daze. First, he smelled a strong metallic scent of blood, followed by a sharp pain in his chest. It seemed as if his soul was bound by a thin thread; the more he struggled, the tighter it became. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the jubilant emerald gaze of his grandmother. In that moment of losing consciousness, Du Heng suddenly realized that she had always been able to see him

Qingxuan let out a sigh, her eyes gently squinting. This gentle and dignified woman, like a white cloud, had already warmed his heart

Du Heng is a person with obsessive cleanliness, and from then on, he severed his thoughts of the mortal world

Other than her father, Du Heng only listened to the head of the family, so she asked: "Then who should I choose as the new master?"

What difference does it make whether one blames oneself or not? Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling for a while and then asked, "Has she always been able to see me?"

However, he truly detests leaving. Why does a thirteen-year-old child possess such heavy schemes, using their own blood to nurture a hundred kinds of venomous insects, which are then crushed and infused upon his lips? This kind of earthly evil soul-locking technique, she is surprisingly adept at using.

Occasionally, Du Huang would think of Mo Chen's words, that the human heart is separated by a layer of skin, foul and unbearable.

In the celestial realm of the eight directions, at the extreme north lies the territory of the Qilin divine clan, known as Qilin Valley

The Wind Qilin, the guardian deity of the royal family, is trapped

The old turtle respectfully shook his head, "The little man went to the West Sea to soak for two days, and then came here to find you"