Chapter 301: Chapter 301: After Dressing as a Man, the Bunny Spirit Ran Away Pregnant 11

“This…”

Su Zhiruan looked at the various elixirs on the table, blinking in confusion.

As expected of an Upper God!

So generous in his giving!

“Since the items have been delivered, I shall take my leave,” Changqi stood up, giving one last glance at the little rabbit huddled on the bed, then withdrew his gaze, “Rest well.”

Having said that, he pushed the door open and walked out.

At that moment, Su Zhiruan, who had turned into a little rabbit, gently pressed the paper effigy he had placed on the bed with her front paw.

The paper effigy of an Upper God was naturally different from that of the old housekeeper’s, not only in craftsmanship but also in the abundance of spiritual energy–far surpassing the one the old housekeeper had given her. But then again, why would he suddenly give her a paper effigy, and furthermore, the Upper God himself personally made the trip? This was truly abnormal.

Su Zhiruan twitched her ears, no longer pondering the matter. She rolled around in her rabbit form on the bed and lazily lay down, enjoying this leisurely lifestyle.

*

Fortunately, she only felt pain for one day and was lively as a dragon the next.

Su Zhiruan went to the Book Collection Pavilion as usual to work as an Attendant Student.

Seeing her arrival, Changqi looked up at her, his brush never stopping as he spoke indifferently, “Feeling better?”

“Thank you for your concern, I am completely recovered today,” Su Zhiruan could not admit she had been suffering from menstrual pain, so she busied herself with grinding ink and after preparing it, she moved scrolls around.

“Where did it hurt yesterday?” Changqi lowered his gaze, dabbing ink as he wrote two large characters. His tone was light and casual as if he had asked without much thought, “Have you taken the elixir?”

“My stomach ached yesterday, but today I am fully recovered,” Su Zhiruan placed a large stack of scrolls she had been carrying into a high shelf, and after thinking, she added, “Maybe I ate something wrong, there’s no need for concern, Upper God.”

“Hmm.”

Changqi didn’t speak further, continuing to write seriously as he dealt with official matters.

The Book Collection Pavilion was quiet, and Su Zhiruan meticulously arranged the scrolls by category and placed the ones Changqi wanted by his side. She had only missed one day of work and had not expected so much to have accumulated.

The Book Collection Pavilion was a cylindrical building that didn’t look very large from the outside, but from the inside, it resembled a small library with rotating snow-white cloud staircases leading to Changqi’s study at the very top. The room was spacious; even with many bookshelves and ancient books, it still felt vast and expansive.

Just as Su Zhiruan diligently finished arranging a row of bookshelves and nodded in satisfaction, she caught a glimpse of a pair of profound eyes through the gap in the shelves.

This was–a God.

For a brief moment, their gazes met, and the emotions that flared were candidly exposed to each other.

Then came avoidance.

Su Zhiruan stepped back, her heart a tumult of shock and awe.

Just now–even though it was only a brief encounter, she had seen warmth, seen a smile in the other’s eyes.

And the Changqi Upper God, cold as rumor had it, the foremost among the five great Upper Gods of the Divine World, would smile at the sight of her back?!

But the crucial point was, she was in a man’s attire; in their eyes, she should have been a man.

Could it be…

She suddenly had an unbelievable thought–could it be that Changqi Upper God preferred men?!

If that was the case, her mission…

Su Zhiruan suddenly felt a bit worried.

But by the time she looked again, he had already lowered his long silvery lashes, and the curve of his lips had reverted to a straight line.

“Maybe what I saw just now was all an illusion.”

Su Zhiruan comforted herself with this thought.

During this small episode, neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere subtly changed.

Changqi noticed that she had paused for a while before continuing to look for books. He said nothing, only lowered his eyes to focus on his sleeves and wrote down lines of text on the paper.

For some reason, seeing Su Zhiruan so earnest, his gaze involuntarily shifted towards her, and once he did, he forgot to look away.

For a moment, the study was silent as a graveyard; even the sound of a needle dropping could be clearly heard.

It was at this moment that shouts and calls came from outside.

“Cousin! Cousin! I’ve come to see you! Where are you?!”

“Do you guys know where my cousin is? Strange, is he in the Book Collection Pavilion again?”

…

The person hadn’t arrived, but his voice had already reached them.

“Your Highness, it seems to be Young Master Feng Qing,” Su Zhiruan recognized immediately that it must be Feng Qing.

“It’s him,” Changqi sighed and got up from his seat, setting aside his pen, “Come on, follow me to have a look.”

Su Zhiruan put down the scroll in her hand and followed him downstairs.

Feng Qing was the Young Master of the Phoenix Clan. To some of the more conservative elders, he was considered eccentric and unfit for major responsibilities.

Feng Qing was rather impulsive, laughing heartily one moment and turning into a grave and serious figure the next.

However, no one dared to interfere with him. On one hand, he was very powerful, possessing the ancient Phoenix Clan bloodline, which, coupled with the aid of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, made him even more formidable. On the other hand, his cousin was the Changqi Upper God of the Divine World, and this fact alone essentially secured his position as the Young Master.

“Why have you come?” As soon as Changqi stepped out of the Book Collection Pavilion, he saw Feng Qing picking flowers from a tree at his doorstep.

And the elderly housekeeper stood to one side with a pair of large shears, sighing heavily.

“Cousin, I had nothing to do, so I came to find you!” After greeting Changqi, Feng Qing turned his gaze to Su Zhiruan. He winked and grinned, “You’re here too!”

Su Zhiruan bowed to him, “Greetings, Young Master Feng.”

“No need for formalities,” Feng Qing waved dismissively, not caring in the least.

Today he was wearing a very peculiar long feathered robe, primarily light purple, and he had placed a crooked crown–also light purple–on his head. This outfit, to put it bluntly, would look horrifically ugly on anyone else if not for Feng Qing’s good looks.

“What have you come to see me about?” Changqi stepped forward casually, blocking Feng Qing’s view of Su Zhiruan, “Shall we talk upstairs?”

“Oh, it’s really nothing important,” Feng Qing replied earnestly, looking at Changqi, “Shuyue is coming back, and it’s said she wants to see you. Cousin, what do you think?”

“What does her returning have to do with me?” Changqi frowned, “I will not see her.”

“Just do me this favor; I don’t want her to be sad, cousin, please!” Feng Qing suddenly started to play the rogue, “Do this for me, and if she comes to see you, you should meet her, and then I’ll be there too.”

“No.” Changqi rejected outright.

…

Seeing the two argue incessantly, Su Zhiruan took the opportunity to approach the housekeeper with the shears and asked in a low voice, “Housekeeper, who is this Shuyue?”

The housekeeper sealed his lips tightly and shook his head, gesturing with his fingers for Su Zhiruan to follow him.

The two quietly walked some distance away before the housekeeper began to clarify for her.

“In the Divine World, there are a total of five major Gods, as you should know.”