He looked at her very seriously and said, "Don't worry about the jade cup."
"I'm not jealous, I'm not a jealous person."
"Why were you eavesdropping on my conversation with her?"
"What do you mean?"
"Wasn't it you who jumped into the lotus pond in a panic that day?"
"How could it be me? That's Feng Jiu."
"Oh?" He drew out his words with a hint of surprise. "How did you know that was Feng Jiu? Were you there too?"
"..."
After the grand ceremony at Yaotai, Wenchang didn't see Fengjiu for a while. During this time, her marriage to the Emperor was basically finalized. Since she agreed, Huaxu didn't continue to obstruct her. However, he often earnestly advised her to be mindful of her status and not to act impulsively and willfully like a child. Hearing these words so often, she became very distressed, reflecting on whether she was being too childish. One day, she found an opportunity to directly ask the Emperor for confirmation: "Muyan, do you also think I'm like a child?"
The Emperor, who was sitting to the side drinking tea, glanced at her face and asked indifferently, "Is there anything wrong with acting like a child?"
"It's not bad, but wouldn't you prefer me when I'm a bit more alluring and mature?"
“For example—” He tilted his head slightly, waiting for her to give a demonstration. She pondered the feeling of being charming and mature, pinched her slender fingers into the shape of an orchid, raised them to her face, gathered her sleeves, and smiled slightly at him. Her eyes, half-hidden and half-revealed, were indeed a beautiful sight. However, the Emperor remained unmoved and shook his head expressionlessly.
"How about this?" She thought for a moment, then stood up and gracefully walked to his side. She gently patted his shoulder, raised her lips slightly, revealing her teeth, and called out in a sweet, shy voice, "Your Majesty~~~" The Emperor's hand holding the teacup trembled, and half a cup of tea spilled out. He held back his smile for a moment, but finally laughed out loud, "This seems to be called charming and alluring."
She frowned and glared at him, somewhat unconvinced, then thought for a moment, "What about this?" She raised her hand, picked a strand of hair from his flowing locks, and slowly brought it to her lips, gently kissing it. Her eyes, seemingly floating out from beneath her lowered eyelids, sparkled. His fingers were like jade, his hair like ink, his lips like fire. Suddenly, he stood up and pulled her down onto the table. "This...it seems to be called—" He leaned closer, his warm breath lingering on her ear, "...Teasing..."
The wedding ceremony was set for March. Just as Wenchang was busy preparing for his wedding and diligently learning various etiquettes under his mother's coercion, Fengjiu arrived gracefully. As soon as she entered, she knocked on the table, startling Wenchang, who was listlessly dozing off while looking at the etiquette book of the Heavenly Palace. "I have some incredible news."
"What?" She struggled to lift her eyelids.
"The Heavenly Emperor invites Emperor Taihao to a banquet at the Jade Terrace tomorrow."
"Mu Yan told me."
Feng Jiu stamped her foot and leaned closer to her mysteriously, "This grand banquet is no simple affair. I heard about it from my aunt. If it weren't for the fact that Lord Ye Hua is the Crown Prince of Heaven, such secrets wouldn't be easily known. It's said that Princess Yu Zhi will personally perform a dance as a songstress. I heard she's proficient in all the arts, especially music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and her dancing skills are extraordinary. You know, Emperor Taihao is fond of music, so she's clearly catering to his tastes. Then the Heavenly Emperor will go along with it and say he'll give this songstress to the Emperor as a wedding gift. Because it's a gift, the Emperor won't be able to refuse too much out of politeness, and thus, good things come in pairs, and so on." She concluded with a heartfelt sigh, "That's a truly brilliant move..."
Wen Chang thought for a moment and raised his question: "Isn't it inappropriate for a princess of the Queen Mother of the West to perform as a singer and then be given away as a gift?"
"It is said that the princess has long admired the emperor, and this plan was her own idea. She willingly lowered her status, only hoping to be by the emperor's side. Most people who are blinded by love are not clear-headed. They dare to think what others dare not think and do what others cannot do. You have been through this, so you should know this best."
Wen Chang protested somewhat indignantly, "I have never done anything so outrageous. At most, I only went down to the mortal realm a few times on my own."
Feng Jiu paused for a moment, "Do you think a sensible fairy would do something like descending to the mortal realm without permission?"
Wen Chang chuckled twice and changed the subject, "Thank you for coming all this way to tell me this news. Since you rarely come to my place, how about I show you around?"
"Huh? Aren't you worried at all?" Feng Jiu asked in surprise.
"Mu Yan won't agree." She said indifferently.
"That's it? Don't you want to go and see? What if someone tries to sabotage things or interfere?" Feng Jiu was greatly disappointed.
“If I go, it would be a sign of distrust towards Mu Yan,” she said righteously.
Feng Jiu, who had come with high hopes but left disappointed, returned to Tai Chen Palace still feeling somewhat depressed. She couldn't help but grumble about what had happened that day to Dong Hua, speculating whether Emperor Taihao could easily get rid of the Heavenly Lord who was so eager to play matchmaker for him at tomorrow's "Hongmen Banquet." Meanwhile, Dong Hua was busy carving the jade in his hand and said calmly, "That person is always cunning and calculating. He would never put himself in such a precarious situation."
"But the Heavenly Emperor isn't someone you can easily deal with," Feng Jiu sighed.
Donghua put down what he was holding and turned his head to look at her. "Are you very concerned about Emperor Taihao's affairs?"
"That's because—" Feng Jiu was about to explain when she sensed a hint of displeasure in his tone. She immediately stopped talking, and with a mixture of four parts doubt, three parts surprise, two parts expectation, and one part excitement, she approached him with great enthusiasm. After looking him over for a while, she asked uncertainly, "Are you jealous?"
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