Chapter Sixty-Three: With Divine Skills at My Side, I Fear Nothing

Given Liu Ling'er's formidable verbal skills, Liu Rufeng simply expelled her from the manor and went off to seek comfort from Princess Tan Cai'er himself.

Inside the carriage, Bai Li Xian looked Liu Ling'er up and down as though she were some kind of oddity, making her feel uneasy. "Bai Li Xian, what are you staring at? I don't have any martial arts secrets on me, so why are you looking at me like that?"

"Liu Ling'er, did you say those things on purpose back at the prince’s residence?" Bai Li Xian arched his brow and spoke coldly.

Liu Ling'er lifted her own brow. "Of course I did. Otherwise, my father would have made me stay for dinner, and then we'd have been a third wheel—well, more like a lantern, really. That's nothing but a nuisance, and the other readers are still watching!"

"Oh, is that so?" Bai Li Xian deliberately drew out his words, then teased her in a mocking tone, "Then how do you explain your certainty about having a child?"

"That's easy." Liu Ling'er made it sound as simple as drinking water. At the mention of this topic, she became animated, patting Bai Li Xian’s chest with her delicate hand. "Just leave it to our tireless Lord Xian, who works from dawn till dusk. There are seven wives in the prince’s manor! As long as you put in a bit more effort every day, the children will come one after another."

Bai Li Xian's expression instantly became more colorful than a sky full of fireworks on New Year's Eve. Children coming one after another? Did she think having children was as effortless as a hen laying eggs?

He caught Liu Ling'er's mischievous hand and pulled her onto his lap. "What if I say I don’t want to have children with them? Have you ever thought about having one with me?"

Liu Ling'er was about to shriek, but at his words, she froze unexpectedly. Gazing into Bai Li Xian’s gentle eyes, her heart skipped a beat for reasons she couldn’t understand.

"W-what nonsense are you talking about?" Flustered, Liu Ling'er lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress, forgetting even to get off his lap. "You can't just say things like that—we have a contract, you know."

But Bai Li Xian held onto her hand. "How is that nonsense? I am a prince, after all. Or do you think I’m not worthy of you? If we ignore the contract, wouldn't it be simple? Why not turn our fake marriage into a real one?"

Liu Ling'er hesitated at first, but the thought of the seven gourd wives in his manor made her instantly indignant. "I refuse to share my man with anyone else..."

Bai Li Xian was taken aback, then gave her a look so tender it could drown a person. "So tell me, do you have any feelings for me?"

Liu Linger's heart began to race. How could she possibly say such a thing? Looking at Bai Li Xian’s devastatingly handsome face, she felt her legs go weak.

"I feel... a little..." she began, but before she could finish, Bai Li Xian burst out laughing without a care for his image. "Hahaha, look at you, all lovestruck! You’re killing me—this is the happiest I’ve been in ages!"

Liu Linger's face changed color like a spinning lantern—darkening to the deepest shade imaginable. She flung his hand aside and shot to her feet. In her anger, she forgot she was inside a low-ceilinged carriage and smacked her head hard against the roof.

"Ouch!" Clutching her head, Liu Ling'er curled up in the corner of the carriage, licking her wounds like a wounded beast. "Bai Li Xian, you bastard! One day you'll pay for this, and we'll see if you can still laugh so happily then!"

Unfortunately, Bai Li Xian had no idea how deeply he’d hurt Liu Ling’er’s feelings. Maybe he thought it was all a joke, but to a woman—especially one as proud as Liu Ling’er—it was a wound as vast as the sea.

When she returned to the Prince of Xian’s manor, Liu Ling’er locked herself in her room and didn’t come out for an entire day, nor did she eat anything. Xiao Tao, Su Yun, and the others were worried sick. Don’t misunderstand—she wasn’t angry with Bai Li Xian. In Liu Ling’er’s opinion, he wasn’t worth her anger. She just had something more important to do.

Yes, she needed to restore her martial arts. She took out her carefully hidden porcelain bottle, poured out a potent pill, and swallowed it without hesitation. Ma Ling’er the Divine Calculator would never harm her.

Sure enough, as soon as the medicine entered her stomach, her dantian began to boil like hot water. Familiar streams of internal energy gushed forth like a bubbling spring. Liu Ling’er’s face lit up with joy, and she quickly sat down to guide the energy through her body.

As the saying goes, hard work pays off. In a single day, not only did Liu Ling’er fully restore her inner strength, but just as Ma Ling’er had promised, she broke through to an even higher level! With one palm strike, she could feel her power had grown by at least twenty years’ worth of cultivation.

After performing a full set of the Five Beasts Divine Technique, Liu Ling’er let out a long, satisfied breath. With divine skills at her side, she feared nothing. If Bai Li Xian dared provoke her again, she’d make sure to beat him so thoroughly even his parents wouldn’t recognize him!