Si Jianye grunted, spitting out a few words like ice shards: "If I hadn't come, how would I have known that Sixth Master of the Liu Mian Pavilion was such a gossipy person?"
He had almost forgotten these old matters.
Now, the childhood jests brought out memories long sealed in his mind.
He also remembered many embarrassing incidents of Su Hongxiu.
A hint of awkwardness flickered across Su Hongxiu's face. She turned her gaze forward, fanning herself with a bone fan as she strode ahead: "I suddenly remembered some matters that need attending to, so I'll take my leave first."
His voice echoed in the air, and his figure had already vanished.
Seeing Su Hongxiu leave so swiftly, Feng Ninghe raised her eyebrows, a line of dark veins appearing on her forehead.
She mimicked Su Hongxiu's parting words and nonchalantly strode forward, her eyes fixed ahead, muttering, "Old Master Bai must have a lot to say to me. I'll go find Old Master Bai."
She moved her feet, intending to escape using her spiritual energy. The moment her steps began, a figure solidly blocked her path.
The man was broad-shouldered, his sturdy physique enveloping her in his shadow, and a hint of danger radiated towards Feng Ninghe.
"You were laughing quite merrily just now."
Si Jianye had seen it clearly; the woman had been laughing heartily, almost to the point of losing her teeth.
The chilling male voice sent goosebumps prickling all over Feng Ninghe's body.
Her path blocked, she met the man's indifferent gaze as if nothing had happened: "Sixth Master brought it up himself. He wanted to speak, and I couldn't just shut him up."
Si Jianye grunted, his eyes filled with displeasure: "A mere pheasant could make him wet his pants, and he still dares to gossip about others."
As they exposed each other's secrets, Feng Ninghe couldn't help but wonder what kind of entanglement existed between them.
But she didn't ask, instead changing the subject: "Are you here to celebrate for Old Master Bai?"
Si Jianye concealed his presence, even now wearing a mask to hide his identity.
If he were here to celebrate, why would he be so secretive?
"The Bai family alone cannot invite me."
Si Jianye said dismissively, his lips parting to utter a few chilling words: "I am here for you."
The male voice was like frozen frost, carrying a hint of sharpness.
This caused Feng Ninghe's gaze to fall upon Si Jianye once more.
Even as he stood there quietly, the oppressive aura he exuded made it difficult to breathe.
Such a figure was no wonder he was born at the Enlightenment stage.
Feng Ninghe looked at him calmly, her clear, limpid eyes betraying no hidden thoughts: "Why are you looking for me?"
"Pretty Mama!"
A small figure came running rapidly from not far away.
Si Xin Xin blinked her bright eyes, her tender face beaming with a smile: "We came to get medicine from you."
The bright, smiling face before her seemed capable of warming the heart.
Feng Ninghe's mood instantly improved. She caressed Si Xin Xin's face: "I almost forgot about your medicine. So much has happened lately, but I have already refined your medicine."
She nimbly took out a delicate porcelain bottle.
Si Xin Xin still needed to take the medicine regularly to improve her health, allowing her to use her Phoenix Yuan to compensate for Xin Xin's congenital deficiencies.
Si Xin Xin quickly took the porcelain bottle and sniffed it.
A faint floral fragrance wafted to her nose.
There was no trace of medicinal scent.
"Pretty Mama, this smells so good, not like the unpleasant smell of medicine. Can I drink it directly?"
Si Xin Xin's bright eyes held a hint of eagerness, impatient to taste it.
Feng Ninghe smiled and nodded generously.
Xiao Zhao stood on Feng Ninghe's shoulder, hands on his hips, blinking his azure eyes with a touch of pride. Every downy hair on his plump body exuded smugness.
This bottle of medicine was specially made by the master. It tasted of flowers and had no medicinal scent. Only the master could refine such a concoction. The master was afraid you would find the medicine bitter, so she specially made it this way.
He looked so proud, as if he himself had refined the medicine.
Si Xin Xin's smile brightened. Without hesitation, she drank the medicine.
The medicine was slightly bitter at first, but the strong floral fragrance replaced the bitterness.
"Adding floral fragrance without compromising the medicinal properties is as challenging as refining the medicine itself."
Si Jianye spoke, his low, hoarse voice carrying a hint of coldness.
At this moment, he felt that Feng Ninghe was indeed very suitable to be Xin Xin's godmother.
Just the effort of adjusting the taste because she was afraid Xin Xin would find the medicine bitter showed how much she cared for Xin Xin.
Xiao Zhao seemed to have bitten his tongue, closing his mouth tightly and covering it with his hands. His azure eyes, filled with doubt, stared directly at Feng Ninghe.
Master... can Xin Xin's father understand what I'm saying?
He hadn't expected two people to appear today who could understand him.
Just now, he and Xin Xin had explained things at length, and Si Jianye had been able to understand.
Si Jianye's indifferent gaze casually swept over Xiao Zhao. He moved his lips, his words laced with a hint of disdain: "Naturally."
In the past, he had been too lazy to bother with Xiao Zhao. Even if he heard something, he would pretend not to.
A mere small beast, and so talkative.
Even though Xiao Zhao was an ancient Qilin, not an ordinary beast, his mouth seemed to be unable to stop chattering, truly noisy.
Feng Ninghe was unconcerned by this: "If Xin Xin can understand, then Xin Xin's father can naturally understand."
The only one born with innate cultivation in this world was likely Si Jianye.
The things that had happened to him were astonishing enough; compared to being able to understand Xiao Zhao's words, nothing else mattered.
Si Xin Xin's childish voice was full of admiration: "Pretty Mama, actually, Daddy and I arrived long ago. We saw clearly when you were being framed just now."
"Pretty Mama?"
Bai Hongyu, who was approaching, seemed to hear something incredible. He froze on the spot, and an exquisite brocade box in his hand fell to the ground.
The features on his face were all stiffened, his lips trembling violently: "Miss Feng... are you married? Do you even have a child?"
Seeing his horrified expression and stiff posture, Feng Ninghe couldn't help but laugh, her eyes filled with amusement: "I am not married yet. I am this child's godmother."
Bai Hongyu instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile bloomed on his face: "So that's how it is. I was wondering why Miss Feng suddenly got married and even had such a big child."
Si Xin Xin's tender face was creased with worry, and her small fists clenched at this moment.
One day, she would make Pretty Mama her real mother.
She didn't want Pretty Mama to be just a godmother!
No one else could snatch Pretty Mama away; only she could!
Bai Hongyu's expression was fully captured in Si Jianye's eyes. Beneath the golden mask, his hawk-like eyes were sharp, and a hint of displeasure flickered in their depths.
This man had clearly relaxed upon hearing that Feng Ninghe was Xin Xin's godmother. What was he so happy about?
Feng Ninghe, unaware of the hidden thoughts of the large and small figures beside her, met Bai Hongyu's gaze: "Fourth Young Master, are you looking for me?"