Yan Liu clenched her fingers, crushed the small beads in her palm, and stood up: "I just remembered I still have a document to process. You guys stay here and play, I'll head back now."
Xiao Huawen was stuffed into Si Mubei's arms by Yan Liu. She stepped down from the viewing platform, shielded herself with her spiritual power, and left unseen by anyone.
No sooner had she left than Xiao Huawen broke free from Si Mubei and disappeared in a flash.
Si Mubei sighed deeply and turned to look at Fu Huan, as if asking him what kind of nonsense this was.
Fu Huan rolled her eyes at him. "You dead cat, you're always so bored and have nothing better to do. Why don't some devil come along and take him in? Just looking at him annoys me."
After Chongming finished the blessing dance, he officially succeeded as the High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan. Tens of thousands of people in the playground below the stage shouted "High Priest!" in a deafening roar.
Amidst shouts, Chongming stepped down from the high platform and entered the sacrificial hall. After taking only a few steps, he saw the little dragon man peeking out.
He walked over quietly, and it seemed to be fate. The closer he got to it, the more scales appeared on his feet, hands, and neck.
He was experiencing both pain and joy, and he endured the rising scales as he bent down to pat the small patterns.
unexpectedly…
Little Flower suddenly turned around and transformed into a giant dragon twice the size of him, looking down at him and saying, "You dragon with dirty eyes, I have a few words to say to you."
Chongming straightened up and looked up, just in time to see the beautiful patterns on the belly of the giant dragon, which was twice his size.
Its patterns are like orderly arranged growths on scales, unlike those of dragons whose scales are all one color. Its patterns are like new colors growing on the scales.
The patterns are arranged in an orderly fashion, and from a distance, they look like ancient patterns—beautiful and mysterious.
"You dragon with dirty eyes, where are you looking?" Xiao Huawen raised her hand and went to hit Chongming: "Who taught you to look at other people's bellies like that?"
What can I do if my future partner hits me?
You definitely can't dodge it; you can only let it hit you.
Chongming didn't dodge or flinch, but took a solid slap to the arm. He apologized to Xiaohuawen, "Sorry, you're too tall. I could see you just by looking up."
Little Flower rolled his eyes, and the huge dragon body shrank to the size of a human head on top of it, about the same height as him. "You dragon not only have eyes that wander around aimlessly, but you also have absolutely no sense of propriety!"
Chongming inwardly let out a groundhog scream. His partner was so cute, so cute, even his eye-rolling was so unique.
Ahhh, he's so lucky, so lucky! At such close range, he can still smell that his future partner hasn't been out of the egg for long, and still smells of milk from eating an eggshell.
"You dragon with dirty eyes, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?" Seeing that he was stunned and did not answer, the little patterned creature became enraged and kicked him, its dragon claw tearing his robe.
Chongming suppressed the scream of a groundhog in his heart, maintained a calm expression, and kicked and hit him as if he felt no pain at all: "You have ears now, I want to ask you what your name is?"
Little Flower snorted coldly: "You dragon with dirty eyes, what right do you have to tell me my name?"
Chongming looked at the little dragon man who was about the same height as him, his eyes involuntarily filled with doting: "Alright, alright, I don't care what your name is, so... what do you need me for?"
The woman with the small pattern sized him up from head to toe, making no attempt to hide her disdain: "You're not imposing or majestic at all, your color isn't as nice as the big golden dragon's, and you're not as capable as the big golden dragon."
Chongming: "!!!!"
Oh no, I haven't even done anything yet, and my future partner already finds me utterly repulsive.
How can this be remedied?
Chongming smiled and said, "My scales may not be as beautiful as the Golden Dragon's, but I will learn to be as capable as the Golden Dragon. Whatever the Golden Dragon can do, I can do too."
The little flower patterned purple eyes flashed: "I don't believe it. My big golden dragon not only has a lot of sparkly gems, but he can also build nests, polish gems into glass beads, and has a lot of black pearls, white pearls, and rainbow pearls. He can also help the beautiful Yanliu with government affairs."
Upon hearing this, Chongming found his future little partner even more adorable. Her purple eyes were like the brightest gems, and her haughty little appearance was incredibly charming: "I have everything you've said, and I can do everything you've said, it's just that you are Lady Yanliu..."
“Talk is cheap.” Little Flower interrupted him. “If you want to do something, do more and talk less, like the Great Golden Dragon. Don’t tell me my beautiful Yanliu won’t let you go to land. Here, handle these government affairs and let me see if you have any real skills.”
A basket of documents and several rough gemstones appeared in front of Chongming. His eyes lit up when he saw them, as he could now openly contact his future partner: "Okay, let's connect. I'll contact you after I've finished this."
Little Flower whimpered, "I don't have a personal terminal or any communication devices, but you can add my kitten's communication device."
Its kitten?
Simubei, a prophet of the orc race, a hybrid of cat and fox!
He has his own communications.
Chongming gathered up the basket of documents in front of him, then took out a tricolor gemstone and handed it to Xiaohuawen: "This is for you."
The three gemstones, each with a different brilliance, nearly blinded the little dragon with its distinctive pattern. It turned its head away and said, "What a piece of junk! I don't want it. My big golden dragon has given me so many gemstones and pearls. I don't need this one. Goodbye."
As soon as Xiao Huawen finished speaking, her body, which was about the same height as Chongming, suddenly transformed into a small dragon-like figure that was only about 50 centimeters tall.
Chongming bent down and stuffed the three-colored gemstone into its arms: "You don't want it, but I want to give it to you. Please, please accept it reluctantly."
The tricolor gemstone was the size of an egg, polished but not perfectly round, and shimmered with three different colors. The small patterns were so tiny that it couldn't fit in one hand, so I had to use both. "Alright, since you're begging me like this, I'll reluctantly accept it. Goodbye... goodbye."
After it finished speaking, it took two steps, wagging its tail, puffing out its little chest, and showing off the little patterns on its belly, walking away like a little lizard, pattering away.
Chongming watched Xiaohuawen leave like a lovesick fool, a thick filter on his lips. His future partner was just too cute, her little tail wagging as she walked, her dimples on her face. He hadn't even had a drink yet, but he already seemed a little tipsy...
"How was it? How was it?" Si Mubei scooped up the little patterned creature that had run out of the sacrificial hall, hugged it to his arms, and asked as they walked, "Was that little white dragon easy to fool?"
Little Flower Pattern raised her head in his arms, crossed her arms, and said proudly, "Little Flower Pattern is worth two people. I just tricked him into becoming a tool. I know this trick well."
Yanliu, the great beauty, was her aunt's tool.
Before he died, Da Jinlong was the tool dragon of the beautiful Yanliu.
The hunting knife was its sister's tool.
Its unreliable brother-in-law wanted it to handle political affairs, so he found several teachers for it, hoping to train it to inherit the Troia Empire so that they could live happily ever after.
It's not a stupid dragon that doesn't know how to play, how to have fun, how to be a sea king, or how to explore the vast universe.
The throne? What's so great about inheriting the throne? Getting up earlier than the rooster, sleeping later than the dog, and working harder than the ox—I wouldn't do that.
So... there's a dragon that comes to us automatically. If we train it a bit, it'll become our future tool dragon with the beautiful Yanliu.
Si Mubei reached out and ruffled Xiao Huawen's hair: "Xiao Huawen is amazing, let's go to the deep sea to catch fish and shrimp to eat."
The little purple-patterned cat rolled its eyes, displaying a disdainful attitude reminiscent of Bo Jichen towards Si Mubei: "Little kitty, are you out of your mind? Going to the deep sea to catch fish and shrimp, do you really need us?"
"Send a message! Don't you have that little white dragon communication tool?"
Si Mubei's pupils constricted, and he hugged Xiao Huawen and gave her a quick kiss, not feeling at all that his brain wasn't working properly. "That's right, tool dragon, tool dragon, it's just for us to be tools. Let's go, let's leave the Great Western Kingdom and send him a message."
Chongming changed into new robes, sneezed, and looked at himself in the water mirror. The scales on his neck hadn't completely disappeared; there were still a few left.
He ignored the scales, returned to his office, took out the basket that Xiao Huawen had given him, and just as he unfolded the documents, he received a message.
The orc cat-fox hybrid prophet sent him a message saying that he has a child who wants to eat the tenderest and freshest seafood, and asked if it would be convenient for him to send some over.
When Chongming saw the word "children," he knew it meant his future partner wanted to eat. He put down the documents on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and went to the deep sea to pick the tenderest and freshest fish.
Si Mubei and Xiao Huawen left the deep sea and wandered around the land. When they returned to the main city palace, the palace steward told them that 10 boxes of seafood, each weighing 100 jin, had been transported from the deep sea!
Si Mubei and Xiao Huawen exchanged a glance, clapped their hands, and exclaimed "Oh yeah!" in unison. Then they told the palace steward that the entire palace would be having seafood today.
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper went to the kitchen to prepare the seafood. Over 1,000 pounds of seafood—steamed, braised, fried, and eaten raw—would keep them busy for quite some time.
The documents to be processed were all given to Xiao Huawen. After returning from the deep sea, Yan Liu chatted with Xiao Huawen and a few other teachers for a while before going back to her room.
She lay in her nest under the window, watching the sunset until it got dark. She didn't turn on the lights, and in the moonlight, her hair and her whole body shimmered with a golden glow.
Days passed by, and time slipped away little by little. Whether it was the teacher who taught Xiaohuawen how to handle government affairs or the teacher who taught Xiaohuawen how to study, they all praised Xiaohuawen's attitude towards learning and homework.
On several major occasions, the think tank's suggestions and Xiao Huawen's choices were not wrong. It was completely in the position of inheriting the Earth's land and the Troia Empire, leading them to the path of the strongest empire in the entire universe.
There's one downside: 18 years have passed in the blink of an eye, and it's either a dragon or a human-headed dragon; it has never transformed into a real human.
The highest it can transform to is only a little over a meter. If you want it to transform to the height of a normal person, forget about doors, there aren't even windows or dog holes.
However, the little white dragon from Chongming comes quite frequently, once or twice a month, staying for about 10 days each time. He seems more like a land-based high priest than a deep-sea high priest.
Yanliu is now a hands-off manager. He dug a large pond in the main city's palace and raised golden turtles, yellow carp, and yellow koi in it.
Every turtle and every fish was golden, reflecting the sunlight and exuding an air of wealth and luxury.
"Your Excellency Yanliu!" He stepped forward, holding a bouquet of 99 bright red roses, and respectfully addressed Yanliu, who was feeding the fish.
Yanliu heard the call, turned around, saw the roses in his arms, and her voice turned serious: "Former Minister of Internal Affairs, you have worked here for 24 years. You know my rules better than anyone else. During your work..."
"I'm getting married." Xiang Qian, dressed in a suit, looked more mature and composed than when he was 23 24 years ago. His facial features were more defined, and his gaze at Yan Liu was calm, no longer burning with passion. He gently interrupted her and explained, "I'm taking my honeymoon starting today."
Yanliu was taken aback: "Sorry, I forgot, I was the one who approved your wedding leave. These flowers are for your fiancée, right? They're very pretty."
He shook his head in denial, then handed a bouquet of 99 roses to Yanliu: "Your Excellency Yanliu, these flowers are for you. My father likes you, my mother likes you, and my fiancée likes you too."
"I was supposed to go back to the Abel Galaxy with her today to register our marriage and start my vacation. She knows that you never accepted the flowers I gave you, so she bought 99 roses and asked me to bring them to you, hoping you will accept them."
Yan Liu smiled suddenly, put the fish food bowl into her spatial storage, and reached out to take the 99 roses: "Your fiancée is very cute. I'll accept the flowers. Please thank her for me and wish you a happy marriage."
Xiangqian's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had returned to 24 years ago when he was the young man who had just come from the Abel Galaxy, carrying 99 roses and his parents' expectations, to pursue Yanliu: "Thank you, Lady Yanliu, thank you!"
Yan Liu smiled and said, "You're welcome."
He looked up at her with bright eyes and asked cautiously, "Your Excellency Yanliu, may I give you a hug?"
Yanliu placed the 99 roses on the stone table and opened her arms: "Of course."
At the age of 23, Xiang Qian came to Earth to chase after Yan Liu after graduating. He found a job in the palace and became her eunuch.
Twenty-four years later, at the age of 47, Lady Yanliu accepted his roses for the first time and embraced him for the first time. The passionate love he had felt in his youth was finally fulfilled at this moment, ending with him and drawing a perfect conclusion.
He gently and very gentlemanly hugged her, then released her, stepped back, and looked at her stunningly beautiful face that had remained unchanged for 24 years: "Your Excellency Yanliu, you do have feelings for Your Excellency Cangying, don't you?"
Yan Liu was slightly stunned, and for a moment she was in a daze. The little golden dragon cub had been dead for 18 years, and in the past ten years or so, few people had mentioned him in front of her.
She rarely thought of him either.
It was as if he had never existed, yet it was as if he had always existed.
After a moment of stunned silence, Yanliu gave the groom-to-be a standard answer: "I've been friends with him for several years, so of course I have feelings for him, just like you've done things for me for over twenty years, so I have feelings for you too."
“It’s different!” He looked straight ahead at her without blinking, as if stating a fact, as if stirring up long-buried memories of Yanliu: “It’s different, Lady Yanliu. In your heart, he is different from your other friends.”
Yan Liu smiled, calm and indifferent: "The same, how could they be different?"
He stepped forward and said something completely irrelevant: "Lord Simubei doesn't want to see me and wants me to leave."
Yan Liu frowned: "You do my job. What does Lord Guan Simu Bei have to do with this? He doesn't want to see you. He's keeping his eyes closed. That's his problem!"
He retorted, "Yes, I work for you and am one of your people. But 24 years ago, when His Excellency Cangying was drunk, he said he didn't want to see me. You indulged him and let me pack my things and go to the headquarters of the Troya Empire to study. I was gone for three years."
"Perhaps you haven't noticed, but over the past ten years or so, half of your green hair has turned gold, and the rims of your emerald green eyes have turned gold."
“You used to like wearing bright red, purple, blue and floral dresses, but in the last ten years or so, you have preferred to wear black shirts, black skirts, and long black dresses. You also keep a pond full of golden turtles and koi.”
As soon as Xiang Qian finished speaking, Yan Liu's head buzzed, the sound loud and grand.
The fragrance of roses wafted over, and all around was silent. The wind blew through her half-golden hair, and the smile on her lips slowly faded as she turned to look at the pond behind her filled with golden turtles and shimmering koi...
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