The temple gates have closed.
Long Qingxuan, however, strolled out.
"Chu Beiqing... Ning Fengxi..."
Long Qingxuan mused, looking at the Taichang Temple shrouded in the night, with a deep expression on his face.
On the way back to Qingtian Academy, Xin Lin felt somewhat downhearted.
Uncertain if it was due to Feng Xi or having sent away her fool of a father.
"Why don't you ask about Feng Xi's true identity?"
Gui Hu's voice came through.
The little hen was sometimes quite stupid, but not to that extent.
He had hinted multiple times about Ning Fengxi's identity, she couldn't possibly not suspect.
"What does identity have to do with me? Whether he is the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship, or someone from the Taichang Holy Institute, he is always Feng Xi to me."
Xin Lin spread her hands.
Feng Xi's identity, she had already guessed.
The reverence Emperor Longteng and Empress Feng showed her.
Her fool of a father didn't shy away in the least upon seeing him.
