Chapter 93 Chapter 93 "I am not that ungrateful person...

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"Did the God King misunderstand something?

"I treat Yingluo like my own sister or brother."

In order to fulfill the agreement with the God Emperor, all matters discussed would not be leaked before the arrival of the hundred-year period.

Jiu Zhao didn't mention that he already had someone in his heart, and that person was Zhu Yan.

However, in her opinion, the request of the Western God King was quite outrageous.

When Yingluo was a woman, he had set his sights on Fuxu. Later, when Yingluo became a man, dissatisfied with a marriage based solely on profit, he was willing to publicly destroy his own reputation. Yingluo's attitude was so obvious, yet the Western God King refused to give up and set his sights on him.

Facing Jiu Zhao's puzzled look, the Western Divine King remained smiling. "Men should marry when they are old enough, and women should marry when they are old enough. This is also the tradition in Yun Sheng's world: first get married, then establish a career. If Ying Luo doesn't even have someone to take care of and support him, how can I rest assured?"

Yingluo had once vividly recounted this old saying when they were talking to each other.

Listening to it again now, Jiu Zhao suddenly felt a sense of empathy.

How is this different from when Fuxu forced him to agree to marry into different tribes if necessary and to take three husbands and four concubines?

In the final analysis, it was all to consolidate the status of the Crown Prince and the future God King, and to ensure that the West Sea would not be relegated to the bottom among the Four God Kings.

Intellectually, Jiu Zhao understood the concerns of the Western God King.

But emotionally, she is first and foremost Yingluo's good friend.

She relaxed her expression and spoke to him gently, "The Divine King is overly concerned. Yingluo possesses exceptional talent, and we grew up together. We are not only king and subject, but also childhood friends. Even if no one supports him, I will support him. As long as I am here, I will ensure that he has a smooth and worry-free life."

She spoke from the bottom of her heart, without any concealment or probing, which only made the Western God King look a little more relieved.

However, this emotion did not stay on his face for too long. As if he had thought of something, he pursed the corners of his lips again.

After a moment, he tactfully said, "Your Highness, I am relieved by your words. I hope that even if Ying Luo makes a mistake in the future, Your Highness will remember his sincere devotion to you and his selfless act, and forgive him a little."

Does he need to say this?

As long as it wasn't a rebellion, there was nothing she couldn't forgive Ying Luo for.

"It's natural."

Jiu Zhao agreed without hesitation, "I am not that ungrateful person."

…

The conversation didn’t last long, as Jiu Zhao had classes to attend to later, so he said goodbye and left.

The next day was her seven-day meeting with Zhu Yan, and she talked about this matter in her Changle destiny card.

"When I went to see Yingluo, he was still unconscious, lying on the cold jade bed, unable to maintain his human form, and his legs had regressed back to the shape of a shark tail."

Jiu Zhao sighed, feeling a lump in his throat. He looked up and asked Zhu Yan, "He's done so much for me, what should I do in return?"

Jiu Zhao went to the West Sea on a whim and did not inform Zhu Yan in advance.

Because of Yingluo's special status, she had no idea that she shouldn't visit her friends of the opposite sex alone without telling her fiancée.

After silently digesting this cruel truth that made him jealous but could not be brought out, Zhu Yan could only put on a mask of leniency and generosity once again, as if he also regarded Yingluo as a friend and cared deeply about him. He analyzed it for Jiu Zhao, "In fact, Your Highness, have you ever thought about the fundamental reason behind Prince Yingluo's aversion to the marriage arranged for him by the Western God King?

"Yan believes that the Western Divine King never mentioned caring for or supporting her. Most likely, when choosing a marriage for Prince Yingluo, he only considered the other party's compatibility. He didn't consider the Prince's perspective and what kind of woman he would like. For example, the Prince prefers gentle and mature women, but the Western Divine King found him the young and lively Princess Chongyao. It's no wonder that the Prince was unhappy with her and eventually developed resistance."

Zhu Yan's few words opened up an unimaginable path for Jiu Zhao.

She vaguely remembered that many, many years ago, on a night when they slept in the same bed in Chang Xidian, they talked about the types of people they liked.

At that time, Jiu Zhao's heart and eyes were full of Lan Qi, and the type of person he liked was naturally described according to Lan Qi's personality.

A man who is gentle, tolerant, and tolerant, and who can be his own guide in life.

At that time, Yingluo also shared a few words.

What was it——

The atmosphere in the hall fell silent for a moment, and no one responded to Zhu Yan's words.

He thought that his intentions were too obvious and were discovered by Jiu Zhao, or perhaps Jiu Zhao was not satisfied with this proposal.

Then he lowered his head and observed the expression of Her Highness the Goddess who was resting her head on his legs.

But I saw her eyes drifting slightly, obviously immersed in memories.

Zhu Yan tactfully quieted down and didn't disturb him again.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiu Zhao finally remembered.

Yingluo didn't mention whether he liked men or women.

He only said that he envied his mother's way of doing things. When she fell in love with his father, she married him passionately. But when she discovered his womanizing nature, she divorced him without a word and returned to her own tribe to live a free life. She lived a happy life, daring to love and hate, unperturbed by external things, and devoted herself wholeheartedly.

If he meets someone with such a personality, he will most likely fall in love with her at first sight and will do anything to be with her like a mother.

Based on Ying Luo's criteria for choosing a spouse, if he were not the crown prince, it would not be difficult for him to find a suitable immortal partner.

But the bad thing is that the candidates considered by the Western God King are either from the majority of the aristocracy or are naturally noble. They have many considerations, and the ranking of interests, reputation, power, and tribe are all put before feelings - no wonder Yingluo can't stand it.

Through Zhu Yan's instructions, Jiu Zhao found that he seemed to have truly grasped the reason why Ying Luo went against his father's wishes and destroyed the marriage.

"Assuming the truth is what you said, what do you think I should do?"

She sat up from lying down, stood up from Zhu Yan's thighs, stared at him with burning eyes, and confirmed his thoughts.

Zhu Yan was secretly delighted. After pretending to ponder for a moment, he tentatively said, "Your Highness has known Prince Yingluo for over ten thousand years and has grown up together. You probably understand Prince Yingluo's personality very well, right? Do you know what kind of women Prince Yingluo usually falls in love with?"

"Privately, you should keep an eye out for a suitable candidate for him. When the prince wakes up, give him a surprise. If he is satisfied, you can skip the Western Divine King and ascend to the throne of the emperor. The emperor will issue an imperial decree to grant the marriage. This will also prevent the prince of Yingluo from being forced to marry someone he doesn't like."

The more Jiu Zhao thought about it, the more it made sense.

She held his face with both hands, leaned over and gave him a fierce kiss: "You are really my sweetheart!"

Zhu Yan half-opened his teeth, gently bit her lips, and asked with a smile, "Your Highness, what is Jieyu Grass?"

"Mortals in Yunsheng's world call considerate beauties 'jieyuhua' (Speaking Flowers), and flowers have always been used to describe women. You are so considerate and beautiful, but you are just a man—so aren't you 'jieyucao' (Speaking Grass)?"

Jiu Zhao couldn't help but laugh with him.

…

Spring goes to the east and comes back, the stars and the frost change.

A few decades is like half a lifetime for ordinary people.

But the life span of gods is very long. When they are busy with things and forget themselves, the passage of time is like a flash.

It's spring again, and flowers are blooming everywhere in Nanling.

In the fragrant breeze that filled every brick and tile of Danxuan Palace with the sweet scent of flowers, Jiuzhao sat in the inner hall, with an old book on the magic of the Phoenix Clan placed on his bent knees, which this God Emperor had finally found among the relics left by his beloved wife.

The Phoenix Clan's seals were all destroyed tens of thousands of years ago. Their territory, divided by the Divine Emperor, was given to King Qiongying, who ruled over Nanling. Only a small patch of land around the withered Phoenix Sacred Tree remained, sealed and guarded, forbidding anyone to set foot there.

Only because of the Queen's special status, her personal belongings were allowed to be carefully sealed deep in the bedroom by the Emperor of God.

Jiu Zhao's immortal power has been completely restored.

The next step is to integrate the submandibular bead into the Phoenix Sacred Tree, force it to open again, and then close it inside to cultivate the Nirvana Phoenix Fire.

The integration of half of the water-based divine power gave Jiu Zhao a little more confidence.

But this matter not only concerns her life, but also the future stability of Sanqingtian, so she must be extremely cautious.

Over the years, every time Jiu Zhao met the half-body virtual image of the God Emperor, he always felt that there were a few more strands of white hair on his temples.

The early death of his beloved wife, the depletion of divine power, and the busy government affairs are accelerating the aging of the God Emperor.

Maintaining a youthful appearance and a fit body is effortless for a god.

But the change in hair color cannot be altered even by a power as powerful as a god.

This is a characteristic that the ancestor god Qionghuang incorporated when he created the immortals. Except for immortals of certain special races who are born with white hair, normal human figures with black hair will have more white hair as their lifespan decreases and their strength declines.

Even if the hair color can be temporarily changed and return to its original state, that touch of white will not fade away.

All white means the end of life.

When they first met, Zhu Yan was less than 40,000 years old, too young, so Jiu Zhao only thought it was because of his race and did not think of this aspect.

Jiu Zhao was worried about the physical condition of the God Emperor, and wanted to cultivate the Nirvana Phoenix Fire as soon as possible, ascend to the throne of God, and share his father's worries.

She was reading intently, turning the pages very slowly.

She didn't even notice the maid opening the palace door and serving her tea and cakes for her afternoon nap.

After reading most of the book, her eyes were filled with joy as if she had found a treasure.

“So that’s how it is…

“It’s actually like this!

"The Nirvana Fire on the Phoenix Sacred Tree, also known as the Primordial Fire, can incinerate everything in the world. Even the body of a powerful god cannot resist it. This is why the Phoenix Clan was able to become the largest clan in the Three Pure Heavens.

"The highest level of Nirvana Phoenix Fire learned by the Phoenix Clan is inherited from the Primordial Fire. Although its power cannot reach its peak, it has been weakened and gained new characteristics, namely destruction and Nirvana. Destruction needs no further explanation; it kills enemies and destroys obstacles.

"And Nirvana can not only temper the human body and grant rebirth, but also repair inanimate objects, such as weapons and treasures—"

Jiu Zhao read word by word, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter.

As long as she could practice the Nirvana Phoenix Fire to the highest level, she could not only cure Zhu Yan's weakness, but also repair Ying Luo's natal immortal jade sword that was damaged in the battle of Wu Ri Yuan.

Decades have passed, and although Yingluo has never woken up, under Xingyao's treatment and acupuncture, his consciousness can now respond to the outside world.

According to Xingyao, this is a sign of waking up.

In addition, it is impossible to find a future Princess of the God of the West who is perfect in all aspects, compared to searching again and again.

It seems that restoring the jade sword is easier.

Jiu Zhao marked the page so that he could find it immediately when reading next time.

With this, she sent a message to King Qiongying, ordering her to send someone to the West Sea to borrow Yingluo's jade sword first.

At the same time, a reluctant voice came from her mind:

"Master, is there anyone with you now?

"I want to come out for a while."