Chapter 541: You're Getting More and More of a Scoundrel!

"Fu Hanxiu, didn't you say you didn't want to see me for three days?" He actually slipped into her bed while she wasn't looking!

"Morning."

Fu Hanxiu propped his head with one hand and whispered good morning into her ear in that deep voice.

Ye Qingran shivered all over, goosebumps rising.

She felt he was teasing her!

In the early morning, a handsome man lay beside her, his voice still so pleasant—who could resist?

However, the lesson of blood instantly scattered all Ye Qingran's romantic thoughts.

She hasn't liked handsome men lately!

Handsome men may be fine, but they hurt the body!

"Get up!"

Ye Qingran, irritated, tried to kick, only to miserably discover his two long legs pinning her lower half tightly.

"No."

Fu Hanxiu shook his head in refusal.

He had barely managed to bring the beauty back; how could he let go so easily?

"Fu Hanxiu, you're getting more and more of a scoundrel!"

Ye Qingran arched her eyebrows and said irritably.

"Only you are a scoundrel."

Someone raised an eyebrow, feeling no shame, only pride.

He looked down at her from above, his eyes filled with endless tenderness; if anyone else saw it, they'd be utterly astonished.

So even an iceberg has a day when it melts, and a hundred‑tempered steel will eventually become as soft as silk.

The Emperor Sovereign does have a tender side; he just hasn't met the right person.

The woman before him was stunningly beautiful, her face flushed crimson with shame and anger, like fine ivory jade tinged with a hint of peach‑colored pink—beauty beyond description.

In his chest, love stretched endlessly, now filled to the brim.

Before meeting her, he thought he would never encounter anyone who could haunt his thoughts.

He had even prepared himself for a solitary, lonely life.

But fate played a joke on him.

Meeting her was the best encounter of his life.

He never thought he had anything to be grateful for; meeting her became the only thing he wanted to thank for.

"I love you, Ran Er."

He stared at her and finally voiced the words hidden deep in his heart, always wanting to say but always restrained.

I love you, like the snow on Tianshan that never melts, enduring until the world ends and eternity.

I love you, like the blazing, intense light of the day.

I love you, like the vast, endless wind, present everywhere.

I love you...

I love only you.

For countless lifetimes.

Ye Qingran froze there, her gaze seemingly solidified.

In her ears, his words kept echoing.

It was the most moving love confession she had ever heard.

What kind of intense feeling could make this reserved man utter such melodramatic words?

Ye Qingran curved the corner of her lips and met Fu Hanxiu's gaze.

"What a coincidence, Emperor Sovereign, I love you too."

She beamed, stunning time itself.

The happiest thing in the world may be that the one you love also loves you back.

The kind that loves deeply and passionately.

Fu Hanxiu felt a tremor at the tip of his heart.

His whole body felt as if immobilized by a spell.

He had long known her feelings, yet hearing her say those words in person still struck him with an undeniable shock.

Fu Hanxiu could no longer hold back and pulled her tightly into his arms.

When Ye Qingran arrived at the Academy, the sun was already high in the sky.

Looking at the warm sun overhead, Ye Qingran finally grasped the true meaning of "from now on the monarch will not attend the morning court."

Beauty leads people astray; this saying is truly not false.

They're all blood‑stained lessons.

Ye Qingran went on routine business to Renxu 108 Class.

In the Courtyard, Qin Zixie was reprimanding Qin Feixue.

"You gave the Soul‑Breaking Flower to Nan Yan? Qin Feixue, are you really that foolish, or just foolish, or just foolish?"

Qin Zixie stood with hands on hips, utterly fuming.

"It's just a Soul‑Breaking Flower, Qin Zixie—are you really making a fuss?"

Hong Wu, seeing Qin Feixue's pallor, couldn't help chiming in.

"I? Do I? You ask if I do?" Qin Zixie glared at Hong Wu without patience, "That Soul‑Breaking Flower was fetched by her from the Sea of Broken Souls, after exhausting tremendous effort and nearly losing her life. Yet she foolishly gave that flower to Nan Yan! Doesn't anyone know that Nan Yan's White Lotus has coveted Lu Yunfeng for a long time? She gave the Soul‑Breaking Flower to—"

The more he spoke, the angrier he got; Qin Zixie simply refused to look at Qin Feixue.

Although he always quarrels with Qin Feixue, after all blood is thicker than water; even though he can't stand seeing Qin Feixue, she is still his sister.

"Obviously I like her, yet I've kept it bottled up inside; obviously I almost lost my life for him, yet I'm making wedding clothes for another woman! Qin Feixue, I really..."

Hong Wu pressed her lips and remained silent.

Qin Zixie's words left no room for rebuttal.

Qin Feixue likes Lu Yunfeng—that's a fact; Nan Yan covets Lu Yunfeng—that's also a fact.

Even Hong Wu now feels that Qin Feixue shouldn't have given the Duanhun Flower to Nan Yan.

But she also feels that Qin Feixue must have had her reasons for doing so.

"Enough, Qin Zixie, say two less sentences!"

"I won't say more! I'm leaving! Really infuriating!"

Qin Zixie flicked his sleeve, gave Qin Feixue a frustrated glare, then turned and walked out.

Just as he stepped out the gate, he saw Ye Qingran walking inside.

He didn't even greet Ye Qingran before storming off in anger.

Ye Qingran swore she truly had no intention of eavesdropping.

She just happened to come at the right time each time and overheard many secrets.

As it turned out, Qin Feixue likes Lu Yunfeng.

That was beyond her expectations.

But upon reflection, Lu Yunfeng, as a legendary figure of the Divine Province Academy, is outstanding in both appearance and talent, so Qin Feixue's admiration for him is quite natural.

But she couldn't understand how someone as carefree as Qin Feixue could become so restrained when it came to Lu Yunfeng.

No wonder Qin Zixie is so angry. If it were me, I'd be angry too.

"Instructor Ye!" Hong Wu saw Ye Qingran and hastily straightened her posture, like a primary school student seeing a teacher.

Hong Wu herself didn't know when she had become so respectful toward Ye Qingran.

"Instructor Ye." Compared to Hong Wu, Qin Feixue was relatively much colder.

But at the very least, she hadn't lacked basic courtesy.

Ye Qingran's gaze fell on her face; seeing her bright red lipstick, it seemed unable to conceal her pale lips.

And there was that faint black mist about her...

Ye Qingran's eyes flashed as she asked, "Have you encountered anything in the Duanhun Sea?"

It seemed Qin Feixue hadn't expected Ye Qingran to ask that; she startled, and a dark glint flashed in her eyes as she looked at Ye Qingran.

"No."

Ye Qingran didn't know whether to believe her or not, merely gave a slight nod and said nothing more.

Just then, an academy disciple came from outside and called out loudly, "Instructor Ye, someone invites you to meet at the back mountain."