Chapter 122 Chapter 122 "Dirty/Devil!"

Yingluo has always been a favored child of heaven. He is very calculated in what he says and does, and rarely uses a tone that sounds like praying or pleading.

This time, Jiu Zhao heard a strong sense of uncertainty and anxiety.

Standing in the position of crown prince, it seems that his life has nothing to do with peace and stability.

This is something that both parties understand but never say out loud.

Jiu Zhao was silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond to a wish that was destined to be unfulfilled.

In the end, he could only promise Ying Luo, under her unblinking gaze, that he would discuss a complete plan with him on the eve of the action and would not hide it from him or abandon him.

Only then did Yingluo hand over all the information about the immortal slave.

He also told Jiu Zhao that the people of the Eastern God King would come to check on the situation every seven days or so, and to ensure that everything was safe, he had to finish the job within the deadline.

The private conversation ended and he said goodbye and left.

When Jiu Zhao was personally escorted out by Ying Luo, he didn't dare to look into his eyes for long.

She knew that in order not to drag him into this, the promise she made was doomed to be broken.

I came with a lot of thoughts in my mind, and left with double the worries.

From the fact that Yu Ling wantonly beat and scolded the maid and killed people, Jiu Zhao once again deeply realized the status of the immortal slaves in the Sanqingtian.

She started worrying about something else.

Zhu Yan also has a maid named Yue Jian, who has been dependent on him since childhood and is still left in the northern border.

He had originally planned to bring Yuejian over on the eve of the wedding so that she could not only witness the happy event but also live a good life from then on.

Now that I think about it, good things should not be delayed.

The character of the Princess of the Gods might not be much better than Yu Ling's - her son Meng Chu was disabled, while Zhu Yan was in high spirits.

Comparing the two, it's hard to guarantee that she won't get furious and attack Yue Jian directly.

After dinner at dusk, Jiu Zhao mentioned this to Zhu Yan.

"That's what I think, Yan Lang, what do you think?"

Standing side by side under the garden porch, Jiu Zhao casually plucked a piece of wild grass and teased the birds of paradise in their carved cages. She watched their plump bodies soar up and down, and said to Zhu Yan without looking away, "If you think it's okay, I'll send Zhu Ying, the commander of the immortal officials in Lihentian, to fetch Yuejian tomorrow."

Although it was just a discussion, Jiu Zhao was certain that Zhu Yan would agree.

She was already thinking about where Yue Jian would live after she arrived, when she would be freed from slavery, and what kind of position she would be assigned.

Unexpectedly, after the words were spoken, there was no response from the other party.

Jiu Zhao paused teasing the bird and turned to look to his right: "Yan Lang, why aren't you talking?"

Jiu Zhao's favorite curved lotus lanterns are scattered around the corridor.

If accompanied by a clear pond, it would be a beautiful scene of lotus and moon shining brightly.

However, the position where Zhu Yan was standing happened to block the diffuse light of the candle.

Half of his face was immersed in the dim darkness against the backlight, and Jiu Zhao couldn't see clearly what expression was underneath the silence.

Before he could ask more, he stopped pondering and spoke of his concerns, "Aunt Yuejian raised me, after all. The princess wouldn't do anything so drastic. The punishment I received when I was young was because I acted too flamboyantly. Over the years, I've learned to avoid my brother's edge, and we've gotten along peacefully."

"Are you afraid of causing trouble for me? Don't worry, I will make sure that Princess Beishen can't say anything."

Jiu Zhao was used to his understanding and consideration for her, so she spoke to him heart-to-heart and said, "You know the situation of the immortal slave in Sanqing Heaven. Even if he died, as long as it wasn't exposed, no one would take it seriously. It's better to be safe than sorry."

"Zhao Niang, what's wrong with you? You seem to be quite sentimental about the fairy slave's plight today."

Perhaps the hidden meaning in his words was too obvious.

After looking at each other for a while, Zhu Yan suddenly asked about the second point that Jiu Zhao frequently mentioned besides Yue Jian.

"Well, that's because, when Jiangyu was helping me bathe a few days ago, she mentioned that she had a lover who worked as a staff member in the noble mansion. They have known each other for a long time, but due to Jiangyu's status as a fairy slave, they can't get married openly." Jiuzhao found an excuse to deal with Zhu Yan.

At the same time, she thought that even the fate of the low-level gods could not be changed all at once.

We must also start from ourselves and protect those close to us from harm.

"After talking with her, I decided to find a date to petition for permission to free several of my maids from slavery. This also reminded me that you still have a maid in the northern border who's like family and hasn't been brought back." Jiu Zhao glanced at Zhu Yan as he spoke. Seeing his thoughtful expression, he pointed out the pros and cons. "Think about it, Meng Chu is crippled, and you're going to marry me. The Divine Princess must be feeling unbalanced. The peace we've had before was just because she saw you had no leverage to fight for it."

Zhu Yan frowned slightly. "Actually, a while ago, I went back to the Northern Territory to visit my brother. The princess... was busy running around day and night on my brother's behalf. She'd lost a lot of weight. Her mind was completely focused on finding doctors and medicine to cure my brother. She hadn't taken care of anything else. She even entrusted the affairs of the harem to a concubine."

In the carved silver cage, the bird of paradise with gorgeous feathers is still singing melodiously without knowing any sorrow.

As if drawn in by their singing, Zhu Yan listened intently for a few breaths before continuing, "Perhaps, it would be good to do nothing and just be ignored by her. These are turbulent times. If I rashly take Yue Jian away, the Divine Princess might think I have no concerns and make a move on the Crown Prince's position."

Jiu Zhao didn't reply immediately.

She felt that what Zhu Yan said made sense.

but.

“But she’s right to think so. The positions of Crown Prince and Northern Divine King were originally meant for you.

"Meng Chu's arm is broken, and he can barely take care of himself. Does he still want to stir up trouble?"

As he spoke, Jiu Zhao became somewhat disapproving.

In the past, Father God Yingluo and his men were wary of the Northern Territory because the Nine-tailed Fox Clan had a precedent of colluding with the Demon Clan and being disloyal.

However, now his only legitimate son has been killed by the demons and has become a cripple. With such an irreconcilable hatred, how could they possibly cooperate?

Jiu Zhao turned his eyes and saw that Zhu Yan's expression nearby also showed understanding, so he stopped thinking about explaining the current situation again.

She looked at Zhu Yan eagerly, and finally he nodded and said, "Zhao Niang, I know you care about me. It would be better if you could bring Yue Jian here earlier... Otherwise, how about this? Wait a few days, and after you finish the Spring Feast and the reception of the demon clan, send someone immediately -"

"This way, you don't have to multitask, which can cause you to lose focus and energy, and it can also help you avoid long nights and many dreams."

It would take at least a year and a half for them to get married, but the Spring Festival Banquet would be held in less than a month.

For gods and immortals, more than twenty days pass in the blink of an eye.

Jiu Zhao felt somewhat relieved, and she raised the corners of her lips slightly towards him and smiled again.

…

The next day, it was the midnight meeting time that I had agreed with Lan Qi.

That dream left a deep psychological shadow on Jiu Zhao. Emotionally, she really didn't want to meet him again.

However, the immortal consciousness was hidden in his spiritual altar and had not yet been extracted, so he could not find any of the secrets he wanted to explore.

She had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to go to Lingquan Palace to keep the appointment.

Unless he had to attend formal occasions, Lan Qi often wore a black suit without any decoration.

There are no stars or moon, and the sky is deep black.

It makes his beautiful and delicate face even more deceptive.

Jiu Zhao sat at the same table with him, staring at him for a few more seconds, sighing indignantly in his heart:

Why is it that some people appear to be beautiful women from afar, but are actually filthy perverts in secret?!

"Your Highness, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face that I didn't wipe clean?"

As thick-skinned as Lan Qi was, he didn't show any discomfort when she stared at him without blinking.

He extended his slender fingertips and stroked along the contours of her cheeks.

It was as if he was seriously looking for the reason why he was receiving extra attention.

It also seemed like he was rubbing and caressing something.

Inexplicably, the scene of another self in the dream, with his legs held in his palms, and the white flesh protruding from between his fingers, reappeared in Jiu Zhao's mind.

She was so embarrassed that she quickly turned her eyes away.

He said in a muffled voice, "There's nothing wrong with Ye Zun's face. It's just that I didn't sleep well last night and my eyes are uncomfortable."

"Um."

Lan Qi agreed, then leaned in closer, carefully examining Jiu Zhao for a moment, and acted with concern. "Your Highness seems to be in a bad state. Not only are your eyes uncomfortable, but your face is also very red. How about I not cast the spell to lure you into a dream today? Your Highness, go back and have a good rest?"

“…”

The ancestral goddess is above.

God only knows why her face is red—

And the person who started it all acted completely innocent in front of her!

Lest Lan Qi notice anything more unusual, Jiu Zhao restrained his thoughts, raised his head and glared at him fiercely:

"Thank you for your concern, Master Ye. I'm fine!"