Gu Xiaoxi was stopped by the celestial soldiers at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.
"Your Highness Lan Xi, you cannot enter here."
"Why?" Gu Xiaoxi looked up at the towering ten-zhang-high doors, her tone serious.
A dozen celestial soldiers exchanged glances, and one of them respectfully said, "The Scripture Pavilion can only be opened with the Heavenly Emperor's directive. Please, Your Highness, visit the Imperial Garden first."
"What if I must go today?"
"Then we would be forced to offend you."
Gu Xiaoxi clenched her fists; after all, everything in the Heavenly Court belonged to the Heavenly Emperor.
And since ancient times, immortals, Buddhas, and gods each kept to their own, her Goddess Temple didn't need ancient scriptures, so she had never collected any.
She thought, taking something from someone else's abode, one should at least be polite.
Thus, with a flash, she disappeared on the spot, and the next time she appeared, she was already in the Imperial Garden.
