Chapter 115 Chapter 115 "How could His Highness understand my feelings...

Seeing Jiuzhao's expression, Yingluo knew that what she wanted him to do was no small matter.

He dropped his joking attitude and clasped his fists in a serious manner: "Your Highness has given the order, and I will do it without hesitation."

Jiu Zhao was still stirring the yogurt slowly.

The snow-white breasts were soaked in tea and melted away bit by bit, just like her fluctuating mood at the moment.

She spoke slowly, "I want to know something, but if anyone else finds out, it'll probably cause a big stir. After much thought, you're the only person I trust completely—well, I want to know about Wu Zhulong's experiences when he was still living in Sanqing Heaven, especially before he was appreciated by Wu Shao and became a demigod... When he was weak, who did he have conflicts with, or who bullied him?"

In fact, if she wanted to know about these things, it would be more convenient to find Zhu Ying, who had been serving her at her beck and call over the years.

However, Zhu Ying had to be sent by the God Emperor himself.

If he didn't tell the God Emperor, he would be deliberately deceiving the monarch.

If they talked about it, it would hurt the master-servant relationship they had maintained for so many years.

Since the cost outweighs the gain, Jiu Zhao won't do it.

Therefore, she chose Yingluo as the person to entrust.

What Jiuzhao said was indeed beyond Yingluo's expectations.

He subconsciously asked, "Why does Your Highness need to know this?"

Unable to recall the past events within the tree's heart, Jiu Zhao simply said, "For the sake of a promise, I've made it and I must keep it."

"Okay, I understand."

Ying Luo gathered his sleeves and pondered for a moment. "It's just that tens of thousands of years have passed, and the Emperor has issued a decree prohibiting immortals from freely exploring Wu Shao's past before his fall from the heavens. I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to handle. I beg Your Highness to give me some more time."

Jiu Zhao guessed that Ying Luo would agree, but he didn't expect him to agree so readily.

She drank her yogurt tea in silence, not revealing any joy. "Although you've agreed to my request, there are some things I think I should make clear to you. Yingluo, you should understand that if this thing succeeds, I won't be able to repay you in a short time. If it doesn't, it's fine if no one finds out, but if it does, and it gets out, it will be a disaster for both you and me.

"There's really no need for you to force yourself just for the sake of friendship. Even if you don't agree, you're still my friend, Jiu Zhao—"

"Your Highness, what you said is what makes me feel unhappy."

Yingluo interrupted Jiuzhao Daoming's powerful words, frowned, and said softly, "There's no need to be clear about everything between you and me."

The more understanding he was, the more Jiu Zhao wanted to give him everything she had. She glanced at the jade sword hanging by Ying Luo's hand, still unretrieved, and said guiltily, "...whether it succeeds or not, I have to thank you. Ultimately, I owe you too much."

"There's no need to say that."

Another blunt interruption. Ying Luo, who always went her way, was rarely so forceful. "I know how precious the Phoenix Clan's natal feather is. If Your Highness had not sacrificed it to protect me in the Sunless Abyss, I would not be where I am today."

“…”

Yes, there are too many things between them that cannot be explained.

There is really no point in just counting debts and gratitude with words.

Jiu Zhao thought that since he was the crown prince, there would always be many opportunities to repay him in the future.

She drank the yogurt tea in one gulp and gave Yingluo a relieved smile: "Yeah!"

Two empty jade cups fell on the cold jade bed.

The two of them leaned shoulder to shoulder, still chatting intimately with each other as if they were sleeping together in Changxi Palace in the past, talking by candlelight at night.

Jiu Zhao, not forgetting Fuxu who had left the Crown Prince's residence, leaned close to Yingluo's ear and chit-chatted, "When I arrived, I saw Fuxu leaving. What was he doing in the West Sea? Did the Father God send him to discuss something with you?"

This was the second topic that surprised Yingluo in today's meeting.

He was aware that Jiu Zhao had run into Fu Xu when she entered the mansion, but he was worried that if he spoke about it rashly, it would touch upon her sad memories.

Seeing Jiu Zhao's calm expression, he said carefully, "The Spring Feast will be held in just over a month. This year, with the participation of Burning Sea, the banquet will be particularly different. The Emperor has ordered that it be treated with greater solemnity and has ordered the Supreme God Fuxu and Xihai to jointly take charge of the garrison. My father accepted the order and handed the matter over to me. That's why the Supreme God Fuxu came to me just now."

Jiu Zhao nodded casually: "I see."

"Your Highness, do you have any thoughts on the Supreme God Fuxu?"

Yingluo turned his face away, probing her gently while half-lowering his eyes and looking at her intently. "If you mind meeting him, I will make all the arrangements. No matter when Your Highness arrives in the future, such a mistake will not happen again."

Faced with Yingluo's cautiousness, Jiuzhao didn't know what to answer.

Perhaps if a couple cannot part ways amicably, it will always be awkward for them to meet again in the future.

But she is not only Jiu Zhao, but also the goddess of Sanqingtian.

Just like Fuxu is not just Fuxu, he is also a god of war who is loyal to the Three Pure Ones.

This meant that they were destined to never see each other again because of personal feelings.

Finally, Jiu Zhao replied with a sincere word that was not really sincere:

"Forget it. Just look at Fuxu's attitude towards me... He has let it go, so why should I not let it go?"

…

Return to Lihentian.

A few days later, Zhu Ying reported that Lan Qi brought the Phoenix tribe leader to visit the crown prince.

Jiu Zhao naturally didn't think that he came to apologize.

After all, during the confrontation in front of Chengxin Pool, he had made her very angry with just a few words.

Jiu Zhao was extremely reluctant to see him, but now that the two races were in the process of establishing diplomatic relations, he had to save face.

She thought about it, waved her hand and asked the maid to lead Lan Qi and his group to the main hall, while she herself painted her eyebrows and eyes and changed her clothes in the bedroom.

She left him alone for more than half an hour before she reluctantly walked into the hall, holding up her skirt, and sat down in the main seat.

Then, he forced a businesslike smile and said, "I wonder why Ye Zun is visiting my Changxi Palace?"

"A few days ago, the envoys I brought with me offended Your Highness. Among them, Wujiu's offense is the most unforgivable. I have already punished those with lesser offenses, but Wujiu's offense requires Your Highness's forgiveness. For this reason, I have brought him here to apologize to Your Highness."

Lan Qi stood up and bowed to Jiu Zhao with sincere emotion. His slender jade-like hands were bound by dark black gloves, and he wore a ring made of exotic beasts on his fingers. The beast head, which looked like a wolf or a leopard and was carved from rubies, reflected a blood-like luster.

As sensitive as Jiu Zhao is, it is hard not to notice this distinct change.

My hands were burned by the Nirvana Phoenix Fire and it is definitely impossible to heal them after such a long time.

He was not afraid of serious injuries and ulcers, and he would not go out until he was wrapped up tightly.

Jiu Zhao secretly criticized him for being too concerned about his reputation, but pretended to be indifferent. He asked calmly, "Since Ye Zun said he brought the Phoenix Clan leader to apologize—an apology should at least show sincerity. I wonder how Ye Zun plans to gain my forgiveness?"

After saying this, she didn't look at Lan Qi.

He turned his pupil to the side to catch the Phoenix leader Wujiu, who was following behind Lan Qi and had been keeping his head down since he came in.

Noticing Jiu Zhao's gaze, Wu Jiu, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head, and there was a hint of unwillingness in his forbearing eyes.

Jiu Zhao suddenly thought again of the Pegasus given to her by her Father God.

A hypocrite like Wujiu who only slanders behind people's backs cannot certainly be compared with the beautiful and proud Tianma.

But it didn't matter. She whipped him with a whip until he lowered his head and realized what it meant to live under someone else's roof.

Jiu Zhao crossed his fingers and pressed them against his chin.

She did not tell Lan Qi what to do to calm herself down, but just sat on a high place, looking over leisurely.

After looking at her for a few moments, Lan Qi suddenly smiled.

That smile was like the sun breaking through the ice, so beautiful that it was dazzling.

In contrast to his divine appearance, he gathered a strong demonic energy between his fingers, turned around and slapped Wujiu in the chest.

A muffled groan was heard.

Wujiu, who had been stubborn and unyielding just now, flew out like a kite with a broken string and slammed into the wall next to the palace door.

Wujiu opened his mouth and spat out blood, which splattered on the jade bricks. His face suddenly turned pale as death.

With the strength of the Phoenix Clan, even if they rebelled against the heavens, they could still become one of the largest tribes in the Burning Sea.

Lan Qi fell into the devil as a mere celestial being, but today he dared to be so cruel to the Phoenix leader who was not much weaker than himself.

The loyalty of the various tribes in the Burning Sea to him has really reached this level.

Or maybe his cultivation was so powerful that the other party was unable to resist and could only surrender.

Both of these points are not good for Sanqingtian.

Jiu Zhao's expression became solemn for a moment, and he remained silent without speaking rashly.

On the other side, Lan Qi maintained a calm smile and attacked Wujiu again.

One palm, one palm, and another palm.

Until the blood on Wujiu's lips kept flowing out, he could no longer resist and closed his eyes, about to faint.

"That's enough—"

No punishment would be too much for the Phoenix Clan who slandered the Mother Goddess, but Jiu Zhao didn't want her Lihentian Heaven to become a place where the demons lay dead. She spoke to stop Lan Qi's actions, her tone still cold, "This is not Ye Zun's own execution ground. If you want to be beaten or scolded, please find another place."

"If the execution is not carried out before Your Highness' eyes, how will Your Highness understand my intentions?"

This is a bit strange to say.

Jiu Zhao just wanted to retort what a bullshit idea it was.

Lan Qi didn't pause, his dark eyes fixed on her as he continued, "Fen Yehai sincerely wishes to negotiate peace with Sanqingtian. I hope Your Highness Shen Ji will know this—please do not let the friendship between the two clans be damaged because of a small mistake made by a minister."

If he truly wanted peace, how could he have behaved like that towards himself in private?

It seems that the Phoenix Clan learned the insincere behavior from His Majesty, the Lord of Industry.

Jiu Zhao glared at Lan Qi coldly: "Whether it's sincere or not is not the point. As long as Ye Zun really thinks so, that's all that matters."

“That’s natural.

"If Your Highness is still not satisfied, you can personally state the specific punishment. I will do it until you are satisfied."

"What's the point of beating him to death? There are still many people who pretend to obey but secretly disobey.

"If Ye Zun is truly willing, he should have a good talk with his subjects. There is no point in being stuck in the past."

"Your Highness is right."

The same words were repeated over and over again, and in front of everyone, Lan Qi admitted his mistake with an extremely good attitude.

However, Jiu Zhao knew that beneath his gentle and elegant appearance, the beating heart was always filled with darkness and depression.

Even if a wolf says with his own mouth that he is willing to guard the house, he cannot turn into a dog.

Jiu Zhao was annoyed and waved his hand, wanting to order them to leave.

Before she could finish her words, Lan Qi took a few steps forward and came to the bottom of her seat. His beautiful, auspicious eyes raised slightly, "This time, I came to Lihentian, not only to sincerely bring Wujiu to admit my fault, but also for another matter - I wonder if Your Highness would be willing to have a private conversation with me?"