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Meanwhile, outside the gates of the Temple.

Qingque was standing on the steps, her face full of struggle.

She had just changed into new panties at home and puffed herself up the whole way.

They vowed to venture deep into the lion's den to gather intelligence and rescue the Grand Diviner.

Just as he reached the entrance of the Temple of the Apostles, his phone rang.

Caller ID: Master Taibu.

She stared at the profile picture flashing on the screen, her finger hovering over the answer button for a long while, hesitating.

In the end, I gritted my teeth and swiped the screen.

"Hello...Master Taibu? What are your orders?"

"Little Sparrow, I'd like to go home for a stroll."

"You come and lead the way."

Qi Ye naturally issued commands using Fu Xuan's voice.

Qingque remained silent for several seconds on the other end of the phone before managing to squeeze out a sentence with difficulty:

"Your subordinate is coming right away."

Not long after, Qingque appeared in front of Qiye.

She stood before Qi Ye, unsure of what to do with her hands, her gaze shifting uncertainly.

She exuded an aura of confusion.

Qi Ye found the little sparrow increasingly adorable and couldn't resist reaching out to pinch her cheek.

My fingers sank into the soft flesh, feeling as good as freshly steamed glutinous rice balls.

"The little sparrow is so cute. Who wouldn't want to pinch its cheeks?"

Qingque's face was distorted, and her voice drifted out indistinctly from her squeezed lips:

"My lord...didn't you say you were going to your own home? Could you please let go of my face...?"

Qi Ye squeezed her several more times before reluctantly letting go, and patted her shoulder:

"Come on, lead the way. I'm going to explore my own home today."

Qingque rubbed her cheeks, which had been pinched red, looked at him helplessly, and then resignedly walked ahead.

After walking through several streets and turning a few corners, a small but elegant house came into view.

Qi Ye stood in front of the door, looking up and staring at it for a long time.

This house clearly reflects Fu Xuan's style: clean, tidy, and understated.

He lifted his foot to walk inside, but suddenly remembered something, turned around, and reached out his hand to Qingque.

Palms facing up, fingers slightly spread.

Qingque looked at the hand extended in front of her, blinked, and then blinked again.

Her face turned red visibly from the base of her neck upwards.

"...Lord Diviner, what are you trying to do?"

Qi Ye didn't speak, but simply lowered her gaze slightly.

Qingque followed his gaze and looked down at her new panties that she had just put on today.

That little white cotton fabric with a cartoon koi fish pattern printed on it.

Her face flushed instantly, and she covered her skirt with both hands, taking several steps back, her voice cracking:

"Wait, wait, isn't it once a day?"

Didn't I already give them one in the bathroom this morning?

That sparrow-print one is still in your pocket!

That's still my favorite! You haven't returned it to me yet!

"That's the one, and today's is today's."

Qi Ye stretched his hand forward half an inch, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"I'm not in a good mood today, so I'll get back to you now."

The day's plan starts in the morning, and the day's comfort begins now.

How can morning underwear fill the emptiness of the day?

Qingque covered her skirt, looking at him with eyes that were a mixture of shame and a will to survive.

He frantically plotted how to escape.

But then I thought again, this guy still knows the whereabouts of the Grand Diviner.

If I were to turn against them now, all my previous plans to remain hidden would be ruined.

She took a deep breath and, with the tragic grandeur of someone sacrificing themselves for the Lord of the Sacred Heart, squeezed out a few words:

"...Turn around. Don't look."

Qi Ye's lips curved upwards even more.

He turned around as instructed, his back to Qingque.

Behind me came the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together, and Qingque muttering to herself.

"I've never been this close to the Grand Diviner." "This is absolutely perverted." "Grand Diviner, where are you?"

Then a hand reached out from behind, with a neatly folded piece of white fabric hanging from its fingers.

A cartoon carp blowing bubbles is embroidered on the corner.

Qingque's hands were still trembling, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Qiye took the panties, which still retained her body heat, and examined them carefully for a while.

I looked at it from the front, then from the back, held it up to the sunlight to check the thickness of the fabric, and then pinched the fabric with my fingers to feel its softness.

Then he nodded in satisfaction and commented in the tone of an art connoisseur:

"Hmm, this one looks better than the one from this morning."

Cartoon sparrows are too childish; carp have much more class. Little sparrow, your taste is improving.

Next time you might consider trying a red panda; that should suit you too.

Qingque stood to the side, her face flushed for a long while:

"...Could you please open the door first? If the neighbors see me doing this standing in the doorway, how am I supposed to live?"

Qiye neatly folded the carp-shaped panties and put them in her pocket along with the sparrow panties she had worn that morning.

Then he opened the door to Fu Xuan's house.

The moment he stepped across the threshold, he turned back and gave Qingque a satisfied smile:

"Little Sparrow, you did a good job today."

I'll approve your leave slip later, a paid one.

Qingque followed him silently into Fu Xuan's house, muttering to herself in a voice only she could hear:

"You're not the Grand Diviner. If the real Grand Diviner finds out, then..."

"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again."

The bluebird's voice abruptly stopped.

She stiffly raised her head and met Qi Ye's ambiguous smile.

He quickly switched to a standard, fawning, silly grin:

"No, no, no, I didn't say anything!"

My subordinate said, "Your Excellency, you look radiant today, and you walk with a brisk pace."

This is clearly an auspicious sign, indicating a smooth and successful divination and destiny!

Qi Ye stared at her face for a long while, then reached out and flicked her forehead:

"Let's go, it's time for our adventure. Keep up, don't fall behind."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the house.

Qingque rubbed her forehead, which had been flicked red, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She followed Qi Ye into Fu Xuan's house, but after only a few steps, her steps began to falter.

There was one less layer of fabric underneath, leaving the bottom of the skirt bare.

With each step, there was an indescribable chill, and the skin on the inside of my thighs rubbed against each other.

It made her feel very uncomfortable.

She instinctively squeezed her legs together, unsure of what to do with her hands.

His walking posture was as stiff as a penguin that had just learned to walk.

She needs to find a pair of panties to wear.

Any kind of panties will do. Even the ones belonging to the Diviner will do.

Anyway, I don't know where the Grand Diviner is right now, so she shouldn't notice if I borrow one of her panties, right?

And if this guy asks her for panties again tomorrow, she can hand over the Grand Diviner's panties instead.

This way, she could keep her underwear and still get the job done—a win-win situation.

She encouraged herself in her heart.

"I did this in order to go undercover; it was a necessary sacrifice."

The Grand Diviner will surely understand. He's so reasonable; he definitely won't blame me.

While quietly moving forward, pretending to look at the paintings on the wall, she was actually slowly approaching the bedroom.

Qi Ye was looking at the antiques not far away.

Completely unaware that the little sparrow behind him had quietly slipped into the bedroom.

Fu Xuan's bedroom was much tidier than the outside.

Qingque tiptoed to the wardrobe, held her breath, and opened the door.

The clothes in the wardrobe were folded neatly and arranged by color.

Each piece exudes a faint, refreshing herbal fragrance.

She carefully rummaged through the drawer and found the one where her underwear was kept.

She reached out, her fingers hovering above a plain white cotton panty.

Just as he was about to pick it up, he suddenly pulled it back.

The mere thought of stealing the Grand Diviner's panties made her conscience ache.

But her lower body was really cold.

Moreover, the infiltration plan cannot be ruined by a single pair of panties.

Ultimately, the will to survive triumphed over shame.

She grabbed one haphazardly and stuffed it into her pocket.

Then, just as I was about to put it on, a sound suddenly came from behind me.

"Little Sparrow, what are you doing?"