Chapter 140: The Honorable Imperial Preceptor’s Darling is Super Cute (1)

Chapter 140: The Honorable Imperial Preceptor's Darling is Super Cute (1)

Song Chuyi's back took a beating.

Lin Xu really didn't understand the concept of moderation. He wouldn’t stop until he was utterly spent.

If Lin Xu’s leg had been fully healed, Song Chuyi might have kicked him.

But, as usual, his soft heart meant his own waist suffered instead.

For a long time after that, Song Chuyi didn't dare to say Lin Xu was no good.

This wasn’t about being no good; this was nearly lethal.

Once Lin Xu's leg had completely healed, he really did take Song Chuyi on a trip to enjoy the mountains and waters.

Whenever they found places with poor infrastructure that made little Ah Chu uncomfortable, Lin Xu would simply wave his hand and spend money to build roads, parks, hospitals, and schools.

Everywhere they went, they left traces that belonged to them.

The gray sky gave way to sunlight. Golden sunlight bathed the earth, warm and hopeful, filling people with optimism.

People’s eyes gleamed with hope, their hands busy with work, and their futures bright and promising.

Song Chuyi adored this world.

This was the world he remembered, alive and thriving.

People’s smiles were brighter than the sun on the horizon.

This was the world where Lin Xu should live.

————

This time, Song Chuyi detached from the world very quickly.

Lin Xu's health had never been strong, and he passed away after just a few decades.

After he left, Song Chuyi didn't stay long either.

Familiar dizziness washed over him, and he rolled over.

Soft petals surrounded him, and a faint fragrance lingered in his nose.

Song Chuyi turned over again, and even before opening his eyes, he sensed something was off.

His body... was so light!

"Xiaotong, why don't I have the memories of the original body this time?"

As he asked, he opened his eyes.

What met his eyes were giant petals. The pale pink petals should have been soft, but to Song Chuyi, there was only one word—big!

His eyes widened in shock. What kind of world was this?

At that moment, Xiaotong spoke up.

"Host, in this world, you have crossed over with your true form." "Well... it's not exactly your true form. You aren’t a coffee tree yet, but... a miniature version of you in human form."

Song Chuyi: “???”

"You mean... I've become smaller now?"

Xiaotong: "Yes."

"Host, there isn't a suitable body in this world. The body we had ready for you had an accident."

Song Chuyi sat down and only then realized he was naked.

He wasn't wearing anything at all!

The wind blew, and he felt a chill.

He quickly tore off some flower petals to cover himself, then asked,

"What accident?"

Xiaotong: "The original host, after foreseeing that this world would be destroyed, didn't just abandon the body and run away like previous hosts. They tried to seduce the villain."

Song Chuyi's eyebrows twitched. "And then?"

Xiaotong: "The villain killed them. Their head was chopped off, and the headless body was hung at the city gate for three days and nights. It's still hanging there."

Song Chuyi: “……”

"Alright, so Xiaotong, do you have enough energy to send me this world's villain's background?"

Xiaotong: "Of course! We collected a lot of energy in the previous world."

Song Chuyi responded and quickly received the villain's background from Xiaotong.

This was an era of "divine worship."

People's reverence for the gods was deeply ingrained, so the highest status in this world wasn't held by the emperor.

It was the Grand Sorcerer.

The Grand Sorcerer was the only one who could communicate with the gods.

This world's villain was the Grand Sorcerer of the entire dynasty—Wen Renshu.

Wen Renshu came from a privileged family and was chosen by the god to enter the Grand Sorcerer's residence, where he was trained by the previous Grand Sorcerer.

At the age of twenty, when the previous Grand Sorcerer passed away, Wen Renshu took on the role, becoming second only to the emperor.

At twenty-five, he declared war, causing widespread devastation and suffering. The once-great empire crumbled, and the nation fractured.

Wen Renshu then disappeared.

Why he started the war wasn't mentioned in the background, and Song Chuyi had no way of knowing.

Not even his current whereabouts were known.

After reviewing the background, Song Chuyi hurriedly asked, "How old is Wen Renshu now?"

Xiaotong: "Twenty-four."

Song Chuyi's eyebrows twitched. "So, he's planning to start the war in just six months?"

Xiaotong: "Correct, half a year."

Song Chuyi: "Six."

Xiaotong: "Host, the mission in this world is still quite simple."

"Just stop the villain from starting the war!"

Song Chuyi: "...Do you think it'd be a good idea for me to become the emperor?"

Xiaotong: "? The emperor of a thumb-sized kingdom?"

Song Chuyi's mouth twitched. If I had a normal body, I might actually consider becoming emperor.

But right now, I’m barely thumb-sized—how could I even think about being emperor?

Even if I sat on the throne, no one would notice me!

Song Chuyi took a deep breath. "Forget it, I’ll focus on figuring out a plan with Wenren Shu."

Xiaotong: "You’ve got this, host!"

Song Chuyi wanted to say a few more words to Xiaotong, but he heard footsteps.

He quickly hid behind the flower petals, but couldn't help his curiosity and peeked out a little.

A man in a flowing robe entered, exuding an air of divine authority.

Behind him, a group of palace maids followed, heads bowed, too afraid to meet his gaze.

This was none other than Wenren Shu.

Wenren Shu raised his hand and dismissed everyone.

The large courtyard was filled with many precious flowers, all blooming brightly, as if competing for Wenren Shu's favor.

Wenren Shu sat on the stone chair, with a teapot placed on the stone table.

He lifted the teapot and poured two cups of tea, placing one in front of himself and the other in front of the opposite seat.

But the opposite seat was empty, with no one there.

Wenren Shu picked up the teacup and took a sip of the hot tea.

"Aren’t you going to show yourself?"

His voice, devoid of any emotion, echoed in the empty courtyard.

Song Chuyi, hiding behind the flower petals, was startled.

Did Wenren Shu already know I was here?

No, it's impossible, he must be calling for someone else!

Song Chuyi continued to hide behind the flower petals and watched, but a full minute passed, and no one else appeared in the courtyard.

He felt uneasy and glanced down at his naked self.

Damn, meeting him for the first time like this—naked—won’t leave a good impression, will it?

I’ve got to find something to wear.

Song Chuyi noticed the petals surrounding him, figuring that wrapping a few petals around himself wouldn’t hurt.

Wenren Shu was patient, not saying another word after his question.

The tea in front of him slowly cooled down.

Wenren Shu picked up the teacup, poured out the cold tea, and refilled it with fresh, steaming tea from the pot.

A light breeze wafted through, carrying a delicate scent.

Song Chuyi fluttered his tiny, transparent wings and drifted behind the teacup.

Wenren Shu didn’t seem to notice him. He cautiously poked his head out and whispered,

"Hey, is this for me?"