Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

On the other side, at the Shence Palace.

Fu Xuan looked up from the mountain of official documents and rubbed his aching temples.

For a full day and night, she helped Jingyuan process the documents that should have been personally signed by the general.

From the rotation and deployment of the Yunqi Army to the inspection of goods at Xingcha Port,

Even trivial matters like the Tianbo Division's application to renovate the parking lot had to be sent to the General's Mansion.

She knew before that Jingyuan had a heavy workload.

But I never imagined that more than half of this heavy workload consisted of trivial matters.

What's even more infuriating is that Jing Yuan is currently wandering around outside with the face of a beautiful young girl.

They called it "supervising the train," but in reality, they just wanted to get out and have some fresh air after being cooped up in the Shence Prefecture for too long.

Unfortunately, he had agreed to handle her official business.

"Damn you, Jingyuan, if you don't grant me a long enough leave after this incident is over, I'll turn your General's Mansion into a branch of the Imperial divination office."

After signing the last document, she put the pen on the table.

He leaned back in his chair. His shoulders and back were feeling a slight ache.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax in this rare moment of peace.

Images from long ago involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

In the afternoon under the ginkgo tree, she chased her older brother around the backyard all afternoon, her legs so tired they were weak.

The older brother would let her lie face down on the small couch and massage her shoulders with his warm, strong hands.

While pressing the buttons, he teased her, "Little Xuanzi, when you become the Grand Diviner in the future, you can't get tired so easily!"

She angrily declared that she would become a great general in the future.

He said okay, once you become a general, I'll give you massages every day.

Later, she became the Grand Diviner, but before she could take the position of Grand General, her older brother passed away.

She unconsciously rubbed her stiff shoulders.

The pressure and angle are wrong; no matter how I press, I don't get the right feeling.

Fu Xuan opened his eyes, looked down at his twirling fingers, and suddenly felt that the general's study was too large and empty.

"Big brother, what are you and Jingyuan doing now?"

Just then, she instinctively reached into her pocket.

Her fingers touched a soft, unfamiliar fabric inside, which didn't feel like her own.

She stopped what she was doing, puzzled, and pulled the wad of fabric out of it.

It was a small piece of white cotton fabric folded neatly.

The fabric is soft and skin-friendly, clearly made of high-quality material for intimate apparel.

She didn't recognize it at first, until she fully unfolded it with both hands and saw the shape and size clearly.

Her movements froze.

These are a pair of panties, a children's size, printed with cartoon sparrows!

It was clearly folded carefully and then tucked into her sleeve.

Fu Xuan's face burned from the base of his neck upwards.

"Big brother! It must be him!"

I've been busy since this morning and haven't even had a chance to drink water, how could I possibly stuff something like this into my sleeve!

Only when he controls my body!

Big brother, why are you taking other people's panties like that?!

"Still trying to stuff it here! Just as wicked as Jing Yuan, hmph!"

She gritted her teeth and folded the panties back up.

Just as I was about to put it aside and settle the score with that guy later, my fingers suddenly stopped.

Wait a minute, she took another closer look at the size of the panties in her hand.

This print doesn't look like something an adult would wear at all.

Whose is this? What exactly did the older brother do while he was possessing her?

And who did you contact?

How could she have gotten such a thing from someone else and stuffed it into her sleeve?

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and she could feel her temples throbbing.

Fu Xuan placed the panties on the table, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Then he opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the panties, and his divine eyes began to shine.

She wanted to see which unlucky person's things had been stolen by her older brother and stuffed into her sleeve.

At this critical moment, the study door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"My Lord Diviner! I've arrived! I've brought what we agreed on today!"

Qingque walked in without even knocking.

After all, in her opinion, the current Grand Diviner is not the real Grand Diviner at all.

She's just an imposter disguised as her boss.

If he's an imposter, why should I knock on the door?

Besides, she's still here to keep her promise.

Even now, she still thinks the request was outrageous.

But in order to remain in hiding and to ensure the safe return of the real Grand Diviner, she felt she could endure it.

She has now evolved from a lazy little sparrow into a steel little sparrow.

Then she saw the scene in the study.

The imposter fortune teller was sitting behind the desk.

He held a pair of unfolded panties in his hand, and his eyes were shining.

Qingque paused, a knowing look on her face.

This imposter is actually studying panties in the general's study in broad daylight.

Using the "Dharma Eye" technique to observe is an even more perverted level than what happened in the toilet.

Unfortunately, the imposter has now become the acting general, and the real General Jingyuan is probably in grave danger.

Luo Fu's hopes now rest entirely on her alone.

She took a deep breath and silently said to herself:

You endured humiliation and stayed here for the sake of Lord Taibu and the safety of the Luofu Immortal Ship. What is a mere pair of panties compared to that?

She took a deep breath and continued walking forward.

Fu Xuan was taken aback when he saw Qing Que push the door open and come in.

She remembered that she had clearly said she should announce her presence before entering.

Then, realizing what was happening, he shoved the panties back in with lightning speed.

He placed his hands folded on the table, resuming the dignified posture befitting a Grand Diviner.

It only took her a second to go from flustered to composed.

"Bluebird!"

She spoke with some annoyance.

Why didn't you knock before entering my study?

This is the Shence Palace, not the archives of the Imperial Apothecary. You cannot act so presumptuously.

Qingque stood in front of the desk, looking at the Grand Diviner's forced composure, and sneered inwardly.

Keep pretending.

Why didn't you pretend when you were looking at panties with your divine eye?

But she forced a fawning smile onto her face:

"My lord, please calm down! I was just thinking I had something good to bring you, and in my haste I forgot to follow the proper etiquette."

"nice one?"

Qingque cursed inwardly again, "That imposter is really good at pretending."

Then she began to unbuckle her belt, her expression calm and composed, as if she were doing something perfectly normal.

She had mentally prepared herself before coming today, since this imposter just liked the panties she had worn.

Let her have it. She has several new ones in her pocket anyway, she can just wear another one later.

Fu Xuan watched as Qing Que deftly unbuckled her belt, her skirt slipping down to her ankles.

Then she bent down and pulled down the panties she was wearing.

Her mind went completely blank in that instant.

What is Qingque doing?! Why is she taking off her panties?!

Why is this taken for granted?! Is this some kind of new form of protest?

Or has she found some leverage to blackmail me?

No, Qingque may love to slack off, but she's definitely not the kind of person who would use such methods.

Could it be that my elder brother used my body to do something to Qingque?

Did this lead Qingque to believe that "Grand Diviner" had this peculiar fetish?

Wait a minute, those panties she's taking off look so familiar...

The direction of that pattern, that familiar mark!

Those are my panties!!!

Qingque neatly folded the panties she had just taken off.

He presented it to Fu Xuan with both hands, looking as if he had already seen through the vanities of the world:

"My Lord, this is the robe you asked me to wear yesterday, and I have delivered it to you as promised today."

"I also have two spares in my pocket; I can give them to you if you want them now."

As she spoke, she reached into her pocket and pulled out two neatly folded pieces of white fabric.

One has a cartoon sparrow printed on it, and the other has a cartoon carp printed on it.

Three pairs of panties were placed side by side on the desk, resembling a sample of a year-end work summary from Tabu.

Fu Xuan looked at the three pairs of panties on the table and felt like his brain was about to explode.

This lace is her own, but the sparrow and the carp are not.

But now they've all been presented to her like tributes by Qingque.

Moreover, Qingque's words just now contained a great deal of information:

I had my subordinate wear this yesterday. Remember to send it over tomorrow. This is the one you asked my subordinate to wear.

Big brother, what exactly did you do with my body?

You stole my panties, put them on Qingque, and even had someone send you a pair every day.

What level of perversion is this? What level of deserving of a beating is this?

When she sees her older brother, she must make him explain all the details before hanging him from a ginkgo tree and giving him a good beating.

But right now, she has to solve the more pressing problem at hand.

Qingque was standing in front of her, her skirt still bunched up at her ankles.

He placed his hands neatly in front of him and looked at her with a righteous gaze.

Fu Xuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the heat on his face.

He tried his best to maintain the dignity of the Grand Diviner, but cracks were already clearly visible.

"Qingque, put your skirt on first."

My Lord, some of the things I said to you before were things I had no choice but to do.

Things aren't always as you think.