Chapter 294 The Honey Brewed by the Little Bee Tribe is Sweet (2)

At this moment, inside the palace, Song Chuyi watched as Tai Shuqing, serene and godly, finished eating the honey. His lips twitched slightly.

If Tai Shuqing's eyes showed any discomfort, Song Chuyi would have thought he did it on purpose!

But now, Tai Shuqing just nudged his head, speaking in a cool, clear voice.

"Today's honey is good."

"The quantity is a bit less. Brew more tomorrow."

"It'd be great if it could always be this way."

Before Song Chuyi could explain, as Tai Shuqing waved his sleeve, a gust of wind lifted him up, and in an instant, he was in the flower field.

Song Chuyi: ? ?

"Make honey! Make honey!" The excited voices nearby snapped Song Chuyi out of it.

He looked up and saw that the bees, who were already very active, were now even more frenzied, zooming around the flowers.

They looked like they wanted to brew ten pounds of honey in a second.

Song Chuyi grabbed a little bee nearby who kept muttering about making honey and asked, "Why is everyone so enthusiastic today?"

The black-skinned little bee gave Song Chuyi a glance and let out a light snort.

"Our master doesn't want our honey today."

"All our honey goes to the queen!"

He shook off Song Chuyi's hand, "Don't hold me back from brewing honey!"

Then he dove into a vibrant bloom and ignored Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi stopped paying attention to the black-skinned little bee.

He flew onto a flower and settled down gently.

The host body’s memories were still fresh, so there weren’t many.

And for bees, there’s only one thing on their minds—brewing honey.

Also, there’s a fanatical loyalty to the queen.

However, the host body had never seen the queen.

After all, the queen was well protected by the bees. Even Tai Shuqing hadn’t seen her, much less the host body.

Song Chuyi swung his legs idly in the air.

He definitely needed to brew honey since doing nothing would be pointless.

But the poison from the last world still lingered inside him. Since Muqing flowers were here, the other six rare blooms might also exist.

If he touched these seven rare flowers, he’d surely get sick.

Getting sick wasn’t a huge issue, but this world’s Tai Shuqing had no clue about any of this.

He can't possibly have to do everything himself every time, can he?

He’s already embarrassed enough today. He will absolutely not make the same mistake again!

Song Chuyi thought this way, and his expression gradually became serious.

He needs to find a small flower field, only picking flowers from there, and absolutely not flying around recklessly!

With his resolve set, Song Chuyi went to look for a small flower field.

But every time he arrived at a place, a member of the bees would dive into the chosen flower patch right in front of him.

Song Chuyi:……

How come there are so many bees around!

In such a huge flower field, there’s not a single patch just for him!

Forget making honey!

He hid under a big flower and binge-watched shows with Xiaotong.

As the night grew deeper, the busy bees finally rested.

Song Chuyi doesn’t need sleep, and this was his time to make some honey.

He shook his body and grinned at the vast flower field.

"All of you are mine now!"

The little bee zipped through the flowers, getting busy.

Inside the palace, Tai Shuqing flicked his sleeve after keeping tabs on the little bee all day, and the water mirror faded away.

With a flicker, he appeared outside the flower field.

This flower field stretched out endlessly, sprawling across thousands of acres.

Some of the flowers inside were seeds collected by the bees over the years, while more were transplanted here by Tai Shuqing.

Here, it felt like spring never ended, with flowers blooming in vibrant competition, as if they would never wither.

Even in its vastness, Tai Shuqing immediately spotted the small figure bustling among the flowers.

The bright moonlight fell on the little bee, making the black-lined wings appear softer.

The little bee wore a bright, joyful smile.

Tai Shuqing quietly watched until the little bee tumbled into a Shuyu flower.

The flower was almost ghostly white, glowing faintly translucent in the moonlight, nearly invisible.

Bees usually favored vividly colored blooms, and this Shuyu flower likely hadn’t been touched in ages.

Tai Shuqing hid silently nearby, watching the little bee collapse onto the petal of the Shuyu flower.

His smile vanished, replaced by a look of sadness.

He looked like he might burst into tears.

No, to be precise, he was already crying.

A tear slid from the corner of the little honeybee's eye.

Tai Shuqing raised his hand, and the tear floated toward his fingertip, drawn by an unseen force.

It froze over and he popped it into his mouth.

Mmm, sweet.

His first thought was how sweet it tasted.

Meanwhile, inside the Shuyu flower, Song Chuyi couldn't help but cry.

There he went, falling for it again!

Never had Song Chuyi felt so unlucky.

The Shuyu flower’s scent wasn’t overpowering, but the sensation was maddening—as though tiny ants were crawling under his skin, making him itch like crazy.

Song Chuyi would rather it hit hard than put up with this torture.

Too weak to move, he collapsed onto the flower, dropping a little pearl.

He didn't want to cry, but it was just... way too uncomfortable!

Worse still, Tai Shuqing wasn’t there, so he couldn’t cool himself off.

Song Chuyi's long lashes fluttered as his body rested against the petal.

A gentle breeze swept through, shaking the petals wildly.

He slipped, his body tumbling downward.

But then, a cool breeze caught him mid-fall.

Song Chuyi blinked, looking up.

There, Tai Shuqing was looking down at him.

His icy gaze remained calm and distant.

"Why are you crying?"

It sounded more like idle curiosity than actual concern.

Whether or not the little honeybee answered didn’t matter.

But Song Chuyi looked up earnestly. "Because I’m hurting."

He hugged Tai Shuqing's fingertips.

His fingers were cool—or rather, his entire person was icy—helping ease some of the heat in Song Chuyi's body.

Tai Shuqing, seeing the little honeybee responding to him, asked another question.

"Why are you upset?"

Song Chuyi wiggled his butt to find a better position to wrap his fingers around Tai Shuqing's hand and then replied softly:

"Because the fragrance of the Shuyu flower has a stimulating effect."

Upon hearing this, Tai Shuqing raised his big hand and plucked the Shuyu flower.

After sniffing it, he nonchalantly tossed it aside.

"I don't sense anything."

Song Chuyi...

It hit him that the bees in this world had also smelled the Muqing flowers and Shuyu flowers but showed no reaction.

Guess regular bees aren't affected by these flowers?

Making him the odd one out?

As he thought about it, Tai Shuqing led him back the way they'd come.

After walking a few steps, he seemed to recall something and asked:

"What do you mean by 'stimulating'?"

Song Chuyi...