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Chapter 7

Hai again!

So uh

I am very busy with many things like 10 overdue assignments online and a programming thingamajig that's taking forever, so please excuse me if this lacks standard and if I keep walking around the same spot.

No one's POV

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Okay that was just random give me a second...

Ling's POV

A light-hearted hum could be heard from the corner of my palace, and the sounds of paper being flung in the wind before crashing into the ground. 

My vision was naturally directed towards that ever-so-lively area, like an iron needle being attracted by a magnet. 

I watched as she walked to the rows and columns of bookshelves and pulled pieces of paper off from the shelves (I have no idea where they came from but she found them so I have nothing to say) and started layering them on the floor, like patches on a ragged old dress. She then walked over to the bookshelf again, her lively tune trailing behind, and this time, she grabbed a few scrolls of parchment and laid it on the layers of paper. 

"What are you doing," I asked, after much time observing the little being. 

"Just making my bed," she replied without taking her eyes off her work. 

I sighed at her stupidity, and flung my long draping sleeves back, pointed my hand in her direction and shot a stream of magic. 

She turned her head to see the oncoming glowing stream and her eyes widened to double their original size, which was considerably large to begin with. Her next instinct was to close her eyes and use her hands to cover her head, before curling up into a ball. Then, a moment later, when she felt nothing, she peeped through her hands and saw all of the layered paper and scrolls floating in the air. I directed it all back onto the bookshelves, and all the paper products zoomed over her head, which caused her to bend down in reflex and watch the godspeed paper returning to their homes on the shelves. 

"Whoa..." She gasped in awe.

I smirked to see the naive little girl being amazed at a simple spell that I had just cast to make things return to their original position. 

After that, I continued to perform my amusing little magic tricks and manifested a large bed with a pillow and blanket. 

She just stared wide-eyed at the bed, then turned her head to look at me, before turning her head back to look at the bed again. 

So adorable...I mean stupid. Yes I meant stupid you saw nothing. 

She plonked onto the bed and muttered a word of thanks, in a soft, sweet, gentle voice, the kind that would make cherry blossoms glide in the breeze, and caress your face gently. 

I never knew this could come out from a girl who could get more violent than I could. 

I watched her as she fiddled with her hair and blanket before her eyes closed shut. 

Then, I felt my mouth starting to curve upwards. 

Strange. 

It was then I realised, I seem to be smiling... 

I then recalled all my past experiences, and realised that I only smiled, genuinely, around her. 

Interesting...

She wrapped herself in the blanket like a caterpillar wrapping itself in a cocoon, before she turned her body and continued to dream.

I glanced at her for the last time before I walked over to the bookshelf to grab a few books and returned to my desk. 

I picked up the inkstone and started to grind my ink, picked up my mao bi (Chinese Paintbrush) and flipped open the book, and started doing my thing, staying up all night scribbling notes for the Emperor and the General or whatnot. 

"Knock knock knock~"

I wondered who it could be at the door, who the nutcase would say knock and not actually knock on the door. 

Well the only person I know who would do that is probably the only person who would want to visit me, and at this time too. 

Psychotic.