Chapter 121: Peerless Beauty

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Peerless Beauty

Everyone still remembered that when Que Hongjin was severely injured, this jade token had grown dull and silent, devoid of a single trace of light. That was precisely why the clan elders had believed he was completely ruined.

They had been deeply heartbroken. After all, within the entire Peacock Family, Que Hongjin possessed the highest innate talent and had been the meticulously groomed heir. Who could have expected that his wings would eventually be broken, his body severely injured, and his inner strength destroyed? He had become completely unable to cultivate ancient martial arts or condense inner strength.

The family had sought out numerous Imperial Physicians and Divine Doctors to treat him, but they all proved helpless. In the end, they were forced to give up.

Now, the Great Elder immediately ordered, "Send someone to bring Que Hongjin back at once!"

As long as Que Hongjin recovered, he would still be the family’s heir. His talent and bloodline abilities were unmatched among the younger generation of the Peacock Family. He was the only one who had the chance to awaken the ancestral inheritance and lead the Peacock Family back to glory.

Que Hongjin knew nothing of this. At this moment, he was soaking in the river, his entire body surrounded by a faint glow. Even the clan crest on his forehead flickered in and out of existence.

He felt as though ancient memories had surfaced in his mind—the abilities of the Peacock Family’s ancestors. Although it was only a small fraction of their knowledge, it was more than enough for him to comprehend and improve his strength.

Once he finished bathing, Que Hongjin spread his wings, leaped into the air, and flew back to their courtyard.

Qiao Suluo was at home making pastries, eagerly waiting for his return.

"You’re back? How does your body feel?" she asked.

Que Hongjin transformed into his human form. His figure was tall and straight, his features exquisite and picturesque. Every movement he made exuded an elegant, otherworldly nobility.

Qiao Suluo had always known that Que Hongjin was breathtakingly beautiful, but right now, she found him even more stunning than before. Something about him seemed different.

When he looked down at her, fragments of radiant light seemed to ripple in his eyes, accompanied by a warm and gentle aura. "My body is fine. I’ve completely recovered, and my inner strength is gradually returning as well. Thank you, wife."

Qiao Suluo was genuinely happy for him. "I’m glad you’ve recovered."

Bai Qianluo and Chu Moyuan watched Que Hongjin, their hearts still reeling from the shock. They had all been treated as abandoned pawns and married off to Qiao Suluo, following her away from the Capital City. However, none of them had expected this universally despised woman to bring them such an enormous surprise.

Their injured bodies and wounded souls were being healed by her, little by little. It was truly unbelievable.

Que Hongjin looked at Qiao Suluo with a gaze as gentle as water, wishing he could offer his very heart to her. "Does my wife want to fly?"

"Fly?"

"I’ll take you flying."

With that, Que Hongjin stepped forward and pulled Qiao Suluo into his arms. His wings unfurled from his back in a flash, and with a swift spin, he carried her high into the sky.

To Qiao Suluo, it felt even more thrilling than a roller coaster. She instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, feeling the wind whistling past her ears.

Que Hongjin could feel the person in his arms clinging to him with deep reliance, melting his heart into a soft puddle. He looked at her tenderly and spoke in a gentle voice. "Wife, you can open your eyes and take a look.

"Don’t be afraid. I won’t let anything happen to you."

Hearing his reassuring words, Qiao Suluo slowly opened her eyes. They were suspended in mid-air, and looking down, she could clearly see the view of Nanhe County’s main street. She hugged his neck even tighter, wrapping her legs around him like vines, terrified of falling. "It’s so high."

Que Hongjin loved being held so tightly by her. It made him feel like she was completely dependent on him. He lowered his head and gently kissed her brow. "Don’t worry, you won’t fall."

With a firm arm around her waist, Que Hongjin spun them up and down, letting her experience the pure thrill of flight.

"AHHH!" Qiao Suluo squeezed her eyes shut and couldn’t help but scream. It truly felt exactly like riding a roller coaster.

After a while, Que Hongjin leveled out and hovered steadily in the air. "Does my wife like it?"

Qiao Suluo opened her eyes again and broke into a laugh. "I love it."

For a moment, she had actually recaptured a sense of total relaxation. She didn’t have to care about what kind of world this was or worry about her missions. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. "I’m very happy." She never expected Que Hongjin to be such a magnificent flyer once his wings were restored.

"As long as my wife is happy. Whatever you want in the future, I will satisfy you." Que Hongjin caressed her face with profound affection.

Qiao Suluo blinked. "I don’t really want anything at the moment. I just want you to stay healthy."

Que Hongjin sighed softly in his heart, "Silly girl, why are you so good to me?"

Meanwhile, by a second-floor window in the Nanfeng Building, Tushan Feishang was originally drinking tea out of sheer boredom while listening to his subordinate report on various matters.

Suddenly, sensing something, he looked up and spotted two figures in mid-air, along with a pair of peacock wings. However, unlike ordinary peacock wings, these radiated a brilliant golden luster.

Tushan Feishang narrowed his fox-like eyes. When he finally recognized the two figures, his expression changed drastically.

Beside him, his subordinate suddenly felt a piercing, freezing aura emanating from his master. The subordinate’s face paled, and he lowered his head, not daring to utter a careless word.

Tushan Feishang lightly tapped his finger against the armrest of his chair. "Tell me," he said faintly. "Can broken wings be repaired?"

Just like his severed fox tails. He almost suspected he was hallucinating. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was Que Hongjin.

The subordinate didn’t dare to speak out of turn or make wild guesses. Everyone knew their master had lost three of his fox tails and suffered grievous, irreparable injuries. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been forced into seclusion in this remote corner of the world.

Although Tushan Feishang had spoken lightly, an overwhelming, oppressive aura descended upon the room. Cold sweat broke out on the subordinate’s forehead, and he hastily dropped to his knees. "Forgive me, Master. Your subordinate does not know."

"What did Qiao Suluo do after she left yesterday?"

The subordinate had no choice but to recount everything he knew in full detail.

After Que Hongjin landed from the sky with Qiao Suluo in his arms, they gathered their things and headed straight to the Nanlu Academy.

They met with the headmaster of the Nanlu Academy and explained their intentions. The headmaster tested Que Hongjin’s academic knowledge on the spot. Once he passed without a hitch, they paid the gift silver, allowing Que Hongjin to officially enroll. He started classes that very day.

After having lunch at noon, Qiao Suluo carried a box of pastries and her newly written opera script to the Nanfeng Building that afternoon. Upon entering, she immediately went up to the second floor to see Tushan Feishang.

Tushan Feishang had been lounging lazily in his chair, sipping tea. The moment he saw Qiao Suluo walk in, his fox-like pupils constricted.

Since she entered the room, Tushan Feishang hadn’t said a single word. He just stared at her.

"Is... is there something on my face?" she asked.

Tushan Feishang’s lips curled into a playful smirk. "It’s nothing. I just think my wife harbors quite a few secrets.

"We haven’t seen each other for just a day, yet you’ve lost so much weight."

He had to admit, with her skin as pale and flawless as snow, she looked absolutely breathtaking.

Tushan Feishang stood up and walked toward Qiao Suluo step by step. He looked down at her and drawled lazily, "Or could it be that they didn’t serve you well and tired you out?

"Tired you out so much that you lost weight?"

As he spoke, Tushan Feishang’s fingers landed on her waist. Her slender waist was incredibly delicate, narrow enough to be encircled by a single hand.