"Yes." The golden door behind him was pushed open, and the fairy dressed in a blue fairy robe walked in, regardless of whether the people inside looked good or not, he bent down and said, "Tianjun, empress, please."
"I won't leave. If you don't tell me what's going on today, I won't leave!" The woman raised her eyes and said, looking at the white and soft clouds floating in the corner.
Qingwu frowned slightly, raised her eyes to look at Yunhe.
Yun He was expressionless, "Your Majesty, do you want me to send you off in person?"
"You—" the woman's eyes widened, and the steps beside her temples shook violently.
"Seeing off the guests." Yunhe said coldly with his black eyes bottomless.
"Tianjun, empress, please." Qingwu lowered her head slowly and said in a low voice.
"Let's go first, Ahe is angry now, so don't make him angry here." The woman stared at Yunhe, unwilling to move half a step, the man looked at Yunhe, walked over to her side said in a low voice.
The woman still didn't move.
The man said again, "The rain is getting heavier and heavier, do you want to make it bigger and bigger?"
The woman fixedly glanced at Yunhe, managed to gather her composure, restrained her anger, and said coldly, "Your Majesty the Heavenly God can take care of himself."
After that, he just threw up his sleeves and left.
After they left, the palace once again returned to calm.
Yunhe glanced at the books scattered on the ground, raised his hand lightly, the books slowly recovered, and fell in front of him again brand new.
He flipped through the book and looked at it twice, but found that he couldn't read it at all.
"Hiss." The cloud that had been huddled in the corner suddenly floated down and rubbed against his chin lightly, as if to comfort him.
Yunhe lowered his eyes to look at it, stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently, his voice was very low, "Are you afraid?"
"Hiss." Yun Duo rubbed against him again.
Yunhe actually couldn't understand what it was saying, but he still sat beside him holding it and said without saying a word, "You almost died just now."
"Hiss!"
"It was I who saved you." Yunhe said solemnly as his bony hands sank into the soft cloud.
"Hiss~"
The rain outside was still rushing down, and the soft clouds kept rubbing against Yunhe, making some sounds that Yunhe couldn't understand at all.
Yunhe's palm fell on the cloud, his eyes looked like a tightly closed window, his profile was quiet and stern, he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Hiss." Ruan Ruan seemed to sense his bad mood, and floated up slowly, rubbing against his chin.
Suddenly, there was a sound of steady footsteps outside.
After a while, the door of the main hall was pushed open, and Qingwu stood in front of the door and nodded slightly to him, "Shenjun, I have already sent you away."
Yunhe casually grabbed the soft cloud in his hand, nodded casually, "Yeah."
Qingwu glanced at him with complicated eyes, then her eyes fell on the white and soft clouds in front of him, she lowered her head and said in a low voice, "When I left, Niang Niang asked about Ruanruan's background."
The person who was carelessly grasping the cloud suddenly stopped, and he raised his head to look at Qingwu, "How did you answer her?"
Qingwu has followed Yunhe for hundreds of years, so he naturally knows that he and his parents have always been at odds, and he never intends to tell them what happened in the Temple of Heaven, so this time he did the same as before and didn't say anything.
"The subordinate didn't say anything." Qingwu lowered his head, paused for a moment and then said, "However, many people in the sky know Ruanruan's origin, and I'm afraid it won't be long before we hide it."