So this is what it means to pick flowers~
She patted Zhou Muning on the shoulder and continued, “It’s fine.
After all, I’m still one of the Qin family’s heirs.
Worst case, I’ll just get kicked out.
Once I’ve sorted this out, I’ll come see you.”
Qin Xiangyi sounded relaxed.
Even though she still couldn’t face the whole Qin family, with the Flower God Ring, she definitely wouldn’t be too passive.
Zhou Muning still seemed unwilling, so Qin Xiangyi shot a look at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan immediately started persuading her little sister Zhou Muning, and the two of them finally left.
Qin Xiangyi began tidying up the scene, wiping away Zhou Muning and Ye Fan’s fingerprints, then covering them with her own.
Of course, to prevent the Qin family from retaliating against Zhou Muning and Ye Fan, she had the flower servant destroy the surveillance footage, making sure nothing could go wrong.
So, by the time the Qin family arrived, Qin Wangzi had already become a living corpse.
The Qin family blamed Qin Xiangyi for everything, thinking she’d lost control of her powers, and sent her to the infamous Baichi Sanatorium…
Here, Qin Xiangyi finally accepted the fact that she’d transmigrated into her own novel and started getting familiar with everything in this world.
On a night when no one was watching, with nothing to do, Qin Xiangyi finally entered the Flower God Ring’s alternate space for the second time.
Unlike the first time, which lasted only a few seconds, this time was really Qin Xiangyi’s first proper meeting with the people inside the Flower God Ring.
The space inside the Flower God Ring wasn’t big, just over a hundred square meters.
There was only a simple little house and a patch of empty farmland, looking like some kind of weird farming game.
Sensing Qin Xiangyi’s arrival, three people walked out of the little house.
There was the flower servant Qin Xiangyi had sent to deal with Qin Wangzi, a loli named Little Grass who looked about ten, and finally, a woman in ancient white robes.
“Flower Master, you’re finally here.” The flower servant was so excited to see Qin Xiangyi, as if she hadn’t seen her in decades.
To make the male lead more likable and motivated, Qin Xiangyi had set it up so that one day outside was a month inside, so you could just hang out, farm, and grow flowers to get rich.
So, while three days had passed outside, three months had already gone by inside the Flower God Ring.
Seeing how excited the flower servant was, Qin Xiangyi quickly apologized, “Sorry, I got held up by some things outside.”
The flower servant seemed a bit angry, as if remembering something, and complained, “I saw it all.
People these days are just like they were ten thousand years ago!”
Everyone inside the Flower God Ring could sense what was happening outside, so they all knew about Qin Xiangyi’s recent troubles, even that she’d been sent to a place called Baichi Sanatorium.
Qin Xiangyi didn’t care, treating it like she was just following the novel’s script, pretending to be crazy and muddling through those three days.
If she hadn’t kept hypnotizing herself that this was a novel world, she probably wouldn’t have made it through so smoothly.
But this proved that the character she’d built for herself, second only to the male lead, really worked—otherwise, she wouldn’t have gotten off so easy.
“Flower servant, you’re even scolding me now.
By the way, who’s this beautiful lady…?” Qin Xiangyi tried to sound casual, but she hadn’t dared look directly at the woman in white.
As the creator of the novel, she obviously knew who this woman was, but as the current owner of the ring, Qin Xiangyi had to formally meet this stunningly beautiful woman.
“Flower Master, this is the Flower God Huang Quan.”
The flower servant finally remembered to introduce them.
Qin Xiangyi sneaked a glance, not daring to look too closely.
The woman wore white, had black hair and red eyes, and was breathtakingly beautiful, cold and unmatched.
“Flower God?” Qin Xiangyi repeated, feeling like just one look almost made her lose her soul.
Luckily, since Huang Quan had lost her cultivation, she didn’t have the overwhelming aura she should have.
But her looks were still the peak of human beauty.
The campus belle Zhou Muning, whom Qin Xiangyi had seen a few days ago, was nothing compared to this Flower God.
She didn’t dare look, afraid she’d get mesmerized.
“Yes, it all started tens of thousands of years ago…” The flower servant’s eyes glistened with tears as she began telling the distant story.
The Flower God Huang Quan was the daughter of the Peach Blossom Immortal Lord and the Mother of the Dao.
Because she was so beautiful, everywhere she went, war followed.
But who would have thought, not only the King of the Underworld, but even the new Immortal Emperor fell for Huang Quan.
War reached the very edge of the other shore where Huang Quan lived, and at this crucial moment, the Peach Blossom Immortal Lord and the Mother of the Dao disappeared.
The Flower God would rather die than submit, dismissed all the flower people, and hid in the Flower God Ring with the flower servant and Little Grass.
One thing led to another, and in the blink of an eye, they’d been in the Flower God Ring for ten thousand years, until they met Qin Xiangyi, who finally activated the ring.
The story was very detailed.
Maybe because the novel had become reality, a lot of things had been automatically filled in.
For example, the Peach Blossom Immortal Lord and the Mother of the Dao weren’t even part of Qin Xiangyi’s original setting.
Once everything was explained, the flower servant said sincerely, “For the Flower God to return to the Upper Realm, she needs your help, Flower Master.”
“I see.
So the reason I was chosen as Flower Master is because you want to help the Flower God leave the Flower God Ring… And flower people can strengthen the Flower God, so I need to collect flower people.”
Qin Xiangyi added at the end.
She’d named the novel “Urban Flower Picking Chronicles” because, to help the Flower God leave the ring and ascend to the Upper Realm, the male lead had to meet more flower fairies and create more flower people to boost Huang Quan’s power.
But to fit socialist core values, planting flower seeds in women judged to be flower fairies only required a kiss.
The first kiss planted the seed, the second kiss activated it, and then the original flower person could be summoned back.
Qin Xiangyi had set it up like a card-drawing game for convenience, but now that all these settings applied to her, she felt complicated.
“Explaining isn’t enough.
Why don’t you try planting a flower person, Flower Master?” Seeing Qin Xiangyi still staring at Huang Quan, the flower servant spoke up.
Qin Xiangyi felt even more awkward.
She really wanted to say she didn’t actually like women, but now that she’d stolen the male lead’s script to survive and couldn’t give it back, it seemed like this was her only option.
“Flower Master, relax.” The flower servant expertly guided Qin Xiangyi through every move.
To make the novel more fun, Qin Xiangyi had set the thousand-year-old beauty flower servant as a mischievous old-timer.
She was very familiar with all sorts of romantic matters and would sometimes secretly teach the male lead a few tricks.
Now, the flower servant had really become a pro, patiently guiding the two through their first kiss.
Huang Quan still had that cold expression, but just getting close, Qin Xiangyi could smell a mysterious floral scent.
