"Please wait a moment, General Huaiyan. This seat will contact Qingque right away."
Fu Xuan didn't waste any words. In front of Huaiyan, Welt, and Jing Yuan, our Master Diviner directly dialed Qingque's number.
'Beep beep beep...'
After a series of busy tones, Qingque's phone was quickly picked up. However, unexpectedly, the voice that came from the other end was not Qingque's, but a familiar male voice.
"Hello? What's up, my little Fu Xuan? Calling so suddenly—could it be that you missed me?"
Welt: '???!!!'
Because Fu Xuan had turned on speakerphone, this gentle yet slightly teasing male voice was transmitted clearly to everyone's ears without any obstruction.
Huaiyan was slightly stunned. Wasn't Master Diviner calling Miss Qingque? Why was a man answering? Or had she dialed the wrong number and reached her little lover by mistake?
As for our General Jing Yuan, he showed no major reaction. He naturally knew that Yun Fan was still present on the Xianzhou Luofu.
As for why he didn't tell Huaiyan directly... honestly, without this lord's personal permission, he, Jing Yuan, didn't dare.
And if one were to name the most bewildered person present, it would undoubtedly be our Mr. Welt Yang.
Wasn't Yun Fan supposed to be on Penacony right now? How could he suddenly appear on Miss Qingque's phone? This wasn't logical! Could Yun Fan actually be on the Xianzhou Luofu right now? This... could he have misheard?
As for whether Fu Xuan had dialed the wrong number and accidentally called Yun Fan, Welt felt the probability was extremely low.
First, someone in Fu Xuan's position, holding great authority over the Divination Commission, generally wouldn't make such a small mistake.
Second, Old Yang didn't believe Fu Xuan would have Yun Fan's contact information. When the Astral Express crew was conducting their trailblazing journey on the Xianzhou Luofu, he had already been on Penacony.
In Old Yang's understanding, Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan had only seen Yun Fan's face in the Astral Express group photo.
While Welt was racking his brains without any answers, listening to the teasing words coming from the phone, our Master Diviner Fu Xuan's face gradually flushed red, her eyes filling with a faint mist.
This guy... this guy... how was it this guy who picked up the phone?!
Fu Xuan could swear to the heavens: if she had known Yun Fan would be the one answering, she absolutely would not have turned on speakerphone. Because this guy never spoke properly and always loved to tease her.
Under normal circumstances, she might not have minded, but right now... right now she was in the Seat of Divine Foresight! This time... this time she had thoroughly lost face.
"Hm? What's wrong? Did something happen?"
On the other end of the phone, seeing that Fu Xuan hadn't responded for a long time, our Mr. Yun Fan found it strange. He thought to himself: Could he have guessed right? Had this 500-year-old little girl finally blossomed?
"What's wrong? Whose call is it?"
Just as Yun Fan was pondering to himself, Qingque—who had been bathing in the bathroom—seemed to sense the commotion outside. She gently pushed open a crack in the door and peeked out half her head.
"It's nothing—just a call from Fu Xuan."
"Fu-Fu... Master Diviner Fu?"
Upon hearing it was Fu Xuan's call, Qingque—who had only poked out half her little head—couldn't help but shrink her neck slightly. Why was it Master Diviner Fu? She wouldn't be coming to hold her accountable, would she?
The moment she imagined the possible wrath she might face next, Qingque vigorously shook her little head to fling those terrifying images out of her mind.
With the girl's movement, some foam that hadn't been fully rinsed off yet flew and splattered onto the floor.
Because her hair was loose, water droplets slid down the strands and dripped onto Qingque's fragrant shoulders. From a distance, the girl at this moment looked like a lotus emerging from the water—adorably charming—causing a sudden surge of heat in Yun Fan's heart.
The boy's gaze held no concealment whatsoever, so our Miss Qingque quickly noticed it. Feeling Yun Fan's somewhat scorching stare, the girl hurriedly retreated back into the room.
"Don't! Don't do anything rash yet! The call isn't hung up!"
Hearing Qingque's words, Yun Fan temporarily suppressed the heat in his heart. Then he spoke toward Fu Xuan on the other end of the phone.
"My dear Master Diviner, do you have something to say? If not, I'll hang up first."
"I... I don't."
On the other end of the phone, our Master Diviner's face was flushed red. She squeezed out those few words through gritted teeth, then decisively hung up before Yun Fan could respond.
"Huff—!"
After ending the call, Fu Xuan let out a long breath. The flush on her face still hadn't faded.
"Master Diviner Fu Xuan, just now..."
Seeing Fu Xuan hang up, Huaiyan hesitated to speak. Just now on the phone, he had heard a male voice. Moreover, there seemed to be a female voice as well—and that voice sounded very much like the Emissary of [Causality] named Qingque.
"Huff—! My apologies, General Huaiyan. It was an issue on our side. Please try contacting Miss Yunli again."
Fu Xuan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. What had happened had happened—what shouldn't have happened had also happened. She had already lost enough face just now; now she could only pretend to be calm and composed to salvage some dignity.
"Qingque has already separated from Miss Yunli. The one who answered the phone just now was Qingque's... Qingque's husband..."
"So that's how it is. I understand."
Huaiyan nodded and didn't say anything more. Although they had only met once, he believed that Miss Qingque was absolutely not the irresponsible type.
It was most likely that after hearing news about that 'Fan,' his own granddaughter had run off on her own. Yes, that was probably the case.