Yan Liu was utterly puzzled: "He's your High Priest, what does he want with me?"
The woman from Quanjian, who was a couple hundred years old and had been queen for over 100 years, was still like a child full of gossip: "He's coming after you like a wife-chasing crematorium!"
"A wife-chasing-after-the-crematorium?" Yan Liu exclaimed, her voice rising as she launched into a barrage of thought-provoking questions: "Did I ever date him? Did he ever pursue me? Did we ever register our marriage?"
"Chasing after his wife is like going through a crematorium"—what kind of disgusting phrase is that? Who the hell is his wife? Who the hell is his wife?
A strange silence fell over the screen: "Didn't you two sleep together and lay eggs back in the Troia Empire of the Abel Galaxy?"
Fortunately, this was voice communication, not video communication, otherwise Yanliu would have rolled her eyes at Quanjian a few times: "Little fish brat, I suddenly realized that being impenetrable and unyielding is a characteristic of your deep-sea mermaid race. Your high priest is like that, and so are you."
Quanjian was displeased: "What? You don't admit that you slept with my High Priest and laid an egg? What's the meaning of that little green dragon egg?"
Yanliu: "!!!!"
None of the deep-sea mermaids, whether it's the high priest or the queen, have a normal head.
Didn't she say more than 100 years ago that the little green dragon egg belonged to Bo Jichen?
Didn't she explain it?
Was it because so much time had passed that they forgot, or did she really never explain it?
What the hell is going on?!
Yan Liu took a deep breath. Having not rested for over 100 years, she no longer lost her temper. If something happened, she would take a deep breath, and if one breath wasn't enough, she would take two.
After taking a breath, she smiled and said to Quanjian, "Little fish brat, I'm telling you this for the last time: I have absolutely no relation to your High Priest."
“I have never slept with your High Priest, nor have I laid an egg with him. That little green dragon egg is the third in line to the throne of the Troia Empire. If you don’t believe me, you can look up the official announcement made by the Troia Empire’s royal family 110 years ago.”
Quanjian, as expected of a student taught and raised by Cangying, said weakly upon hearing Yanliu's words, "Beautiful Yanliu, don't make such jokes. I know it was my High Priest who hurt you. You deliberately gave the High Priest's little green dragon egg to the Troya Empire to make the High Priest regret it."
“I’m not on my High Priest’s side, but I also think he was pretty scummy in this matter with you. I completely understand why you did this, I completely understand.”
That must be it. Back then, that little green dragon egg went to Frost Ice City to accompany the High Priest for 10 years. If it wasn't the High Priest's own child, could it have gone?
Yes… she had suspected that the little green dragon egg belonged to the Empress of the Troya Empire, but after ten years in Frost Ice City, she had no doubts at all. After all, no one’s child would spend 10 years with a strange dragon for no reason, right?
Yanliu told herself not to roar, not to roar. She was a beautiful woman, a cultured woman, and she had to hold back.
But she really couldn't hold back, she was so angry she wanted to kill a tree: "You little brat, can't you understand what I'm saying? If you can't understand, then don't call me. Whether your High Priest lives or dies has nothing to do with me."
"Oh my god, 'chasing after his wife is like a crematorium,' 'little green dragon egg,' let him take a piss and look at himself in the mirror. I don't even want him. Get out of here, get as far away as possible."
"goodbye!"
After hanging up the call, Yanliu immediately blocked Quanjian.
With hands on hips, this is outrageous! It's enough to make a tree furious.
These individuals, one or two, selectively obey, stubbornly sticking to their own ideas.
She just casually mentioned sleeping with him, and now she can't get over that, right?
Fu Huan, who had been watching Quanjian communicate, blinked and came to her senses: "Clownfish, who told you that little green dragon egg belongs to your high priest?"
Quanjian held up two fingers and pointed them at his own eyes: "I saw it myself."
Fu Huan's lips twitched merrily: "You saw it yourself, couldn't you see the official announcement from the Troia Empire's royal family?"
Quanjian looked completely innocent: "I saw it, but that doesn't mean the little green dragon egg belongs to the High Priest, does it?"
Fu Huan sighed, "Your Majesty, that little green dragon egg belongs to the third in line to the throne of the Troya Empire. How could the Emperor and Empress of the Troya Empire mistake their own child?"
Quanjian spread his hands: "Why not? Lingxi is still a snake that transformed into a dragon, and she's not their offspring. Yet she's still the second in line to inherit the throne, isn't she?"
“The little green dragon egg belongs to my family’s high priest. It’s not easy for Yanliu to be a single mother. It just so happens that the Empress of the Troia Empire is a dragon, so it’s perfectly legitimate to register the little green dragon egg under his name.”
"Besides, the little green dragon egg is a legitimate dragon egg. It will hatch into a dragon. The royal family of the Lingxi Troya Empire accepts it, so there's no reason why they wouldn't accept the little green dragon egg, right?"
Fu Huan gave her a thumbs up and couldn't help but exclaim, "My Queen, your sophistry and stubborn viewpoint is truly original and innovative!"
Quanjian grinned and smiled brightly: "Thank you. It's all thanks to my High Priest's excellent teaching. He used to tell me that whatever I do, I should take it seriously, and once I've made up my mind, I shouldn't change it easily or let others persuade me."
Fu Huan chuckled twice and clapped her hands twice. "Your High Priest is so prescient! I admire him!"
Quanjian smiled even more broadly: "No need to be polite. When my High Priest returns, you two can sit down and have a good discussion."
“Uh…” Fu Huan immediately said, “I suddenly remembered that several princes and princesses of the Shallow Sea Mermaid Clan want to discuss marriage with me, to marry our children.”
“I’ll go see them, I’ll ask them if they’re willing to be a live-in son-in-law, if they’re willing to move to the deep sea. If they’re not willing, I’ll call off the marriage.”
"You go ahead and do your work. Don't call me when your high priest comes back. I'm going now."
Quanjian immediately called out from behind him, "Husband, don't be too picky. The youngest of our 23 children is already of marriageable age. As for those 100-year-old girls who can't get married, there are princes and princesses from the shallow sea mermaids who can take care of them. Just let them go, let them go quickly. If you don't want to see them, you won't want to be bothered. We don't keep idle fish in our family."
Fu Huan stumbled and almost fell while running away. He had given birth to five children in 16 years. The first three pregnancies each had six children, the fourth had four children, and the last one had one child, for a total of 23 children!
23 offspring, the oldest over 100 years old, the youngest 99 years old, all single, all dogs.
These 23 kids weren't like this before. They were so well-behaved and obedient. But for a while, they were tricked by those 7 unreliable kids, Jiang Dandan, Jiang Yihe, and Lingxi, into going out to play for a few years. When they came back, they were all scoundrels, completely lazy and just thinking about finding someone to take care of their problems.
Even when they were dating, they wanted to marry him and have him live with them so he could handle their affairs. What could his father do but do as they wished?
However, Her Majesty the Queen disagreed. Of the 23 children, not one was motivated to contribute to the development of the deep-sea mermaid cause. They all wanted to lie down and give up. The throne was passed from one child to another, and none of the children wanted to inherit her throne.
Hitting them won't work, scolding them won't work, economic sanctions won't work. Everyone's eyes are smeared with chili peppers, and the pearls they cry out are big, round, and valuable.
The 23 baby fish were all like dead fish, impervious to boiling water, which angered Her Majesty the Queen so much that she decided to marry them all off, so she wouldn't have to see them and feel annoyed.
With no interest in handling government affairs, Yan Liu walked down the main street of the city. After 116 years of stable and rapid development, the Earth, excluding zombies, had a combined population of 100 million people from all races.
Zombies alone amount to hundreds of millions; zombies have their own areas. Different races have their own areas, and some live together.
The main city and roads built by the Panda Clan, the number one infrastructure enthusiasts in the Abel Galaxy, remain as solid as new even after more than 100 years.
The main city has expanded, and there are more residents. Various shopping malls, stores, and businesses from all walks of life have gathered here. Although the main city does not have high-rise buildings, it is dominated by ancient buildings.
However... the main city is still the main city, the political center of the Earth's landmass. Leaders from all walks of life on Earth set up their company headquarters here. Setting up here is a symbol of money and status.
Over 100 years ago, Yanliu has been able to change the color of her hair and eyes at will. Today, her hair is emerald green with large waves, and her eyes are black.
Red lips, red dress, red high heels, tall and slender figure, exquisite and otherworldly beauty, so beautiful that she seems otherworldly, yet she makes people unable to look at her repeatedly, unable to take their eyes off her, and unable to resist being moved.
As Yanliu walked down the street, passersby forgot to walk, only looking at her, yet not daring to approach her, automatically making room for her.
The "beauty effect" works; wherever she goes, her products sell out. After she leaves, the same items she bought will sell out, and everyone wants to be like her.
She was drinking bright red pomegranate juice when, just as she reached the crossroads, a handsome, slender boy wearing an apron and carrying a bouquet of red roses came out of the flower shop next to the crossroads.
When the boy saw Yanliu, he ran towards her carrying roses: "Your Excellency Yanliu, you've come! Someone else ordered flowers for you, and I was just about to deliver them to you!"
Yan Liu stopped in her tracks. Standing at nearly 1.79 meters tall even in high heels, she exuded a slender figure and a commanding presence. She looked at the boy and raised an eyebrow: "The usual!"
The boy exclaimed, "Your Excellency Yanliu, the person who delivered these flowers to you said they've known you for 100 years. Is this the same old custom?"
The old rule at Yanliu is that no matter who orders flowers here or online, the flowers will be delivered directly to this shop for resale. The profits from the sales are split 30/70 between the florist and Yanliu.
Yanliu's strength, single status, and beauty have attracted numerous suitors from all races. Normally, she receives flowers and gifts—a few, a dozen, or even dozens of different kinds.
If it's Valentine's Day, or a birthday she casually made up, the flowers and gifts will arrive in truckloads, piled up like mountains. Yanliu collaborates with florists, making a fortune just by passing the buck, and it's all so easy.
Moreover, Yanliu is making money openly and honestly. She has already told others not to send flowers, not to send gifts, not to send anything at all, and if they do send anything, they should sell it secondhand.
Her admirers and suitors refused to believe this, thinking they were special and that their persistence would always move her.
For over 100 years, no one has been able to move Yanliu, which has led to Yanliu easily making tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan every month by selling second-hand gifts and flowers.
If it's a birthday, Valentine's Day, or any other holiday, the earnings are even more incredible, sometimes reaching hundreds of millions or even millions on a single day. She sells secondhand flowers through this shop, and she also has another shop that specializes in selling secondhand goods.
The secondhand store is specifically responsible for taking care of the gifts she collects, appraising them, listing them, and selling them at prices below market value. All the profits go to her.
Yan Liu waved her hand at the boy: "Even if he has known me for 100 years, or even if he has known me for 1000 years, the old rules still apply."
The boy responded crisply, "Okay, I'll go and put it up for sale online at 50% off right away. You can continue browsing and continue with your work."
Yanliu nodded: "Go ahead, go ahead!"
The boy returned to the flower shop, took the pomegranate juice from Yanliu, and turned to leave. Unexpectedly, he saw a man in a wide-sleeved red robe, whose white hair had turned black, whose posture was as upright as a pine tree, whose aura was as cold as frost, and whose whole body exuded a noble and aloof air that kept people at a distance.
Pedestrians on the road had stopped and stood on both sides, looking at the two of them. Both of them were of the highest caliber in terms of appearance and figure.
The two gazed at each other from afar, like a tranquil painting, like a stunning picture of a handsome man and a beautiful woman, making one sigh in admiration, "They are a perfect match, a perfect match, truly a perfect match."
However... many people have seen Yanliu, but few have seen Cangying. More than 100 years ago, when he was the high priest in the deep sea, there were no frontal pictures posted online, and there are no complete pictures of his original form.
100 years later, people still don't know who he is. They just think he's handsome, exuding aloofness, coldness, and nobility, with an aura that rivals that of Lady Yanliu.
The two were neither too far apart nor too close. Neither spoke nor moved closer to the other. What broke their gaze was a young man with a full head of red hair who laughed like a carefree husky.
The young man, carrying a bouquet of roses, rushed up to Yanliu like a fearless newborn calf, holding up a handful of 99 bright red roses and presenting them to her: "Your Excellency Yanliu, my name is Xiangqian, a citizen of the Federation, 23 years old, 1.87 meters tall, 150 pounds, with personal assets of 300 million star coins and family assets of 10 billion. I like you and want to pursue you. These are the roses I'm giving you, please accept them!"
Yan Liu took a sip of the pomegranate juice. The cool juice brought her back to her senses. Her gaze fell on the young man: "Your name is Xiang Qian. What is Xiang Chong to you?"
Holding a bouquet of roses, his eyes shone like a puppy's: "Xiang Chong is my father. My father said he has known you for over 100 years."
Yanliu: "???"
Is this how his father lies to his child?
His father had known her for over 100 years?
p, her father had clearly been pursuing her for decades.
Finally, forced by the need to inherit the family business, he returned home to get married and have children.
Now her son is pursuing her again. So pursuing her is a family tradition?
This is seriously amazing! Unexpected! I've never seen anything like it before!
Yan Liu asked Xiang Qian a soul-searching question: "Does your mother know you're pursuing me?"
Xiangqian's puppy-dog eyes shone even brighter. At 23, he looked full of passion and incredibly innocent: "I know, I know. My mom not only knows that I'm pursuing you, but she's also a fan of yours. When she heard that I wanted to pursue you, she bought me new shoes and clothes and found her personal designer to design a new look for me."
Yanliu: "!!!!"
Holy crap, what kind of weird mom is this?
Although she didn't give any suitors a chance, she treated all suitors the same.
But it's also possible that this suitor's mother, because she's a fan, has her husband and son both pursuing her, and she's enjoying it?
Damn it, is it that the times are too advanced, or is she too old-fashioned? Why do I feel like I can't keep up with the pace of people nowadays?
Yan Liu chuckled: "Little friend, your mother has great taste. You look great. Please give my regards to your mother when you get back. Thank you!"
Xiangqian jumped up, clutching the roses, and exclaimed, "Ahhh, thank you, Lord Yanliu! Thank you so much! I'll tell my mom right away, and she'll be so happy to hear!"
"These 99 roses were also chosen with the help of my mother. I brought them from the Abel Galaxy to give to you. Please accept them."
Beautiful roses were presented to me once again, a large bouquet of 99.
Yan Liu reached out and pushed the rose away. "Little friend, please give my regards to your mother. I won't accept the rose; please accept it. I have something to do, so please excuse me."
Xiang Qian suddenly looked like an abandoned puppy, head drooping and tail drooping: "Your Excellency Yanliu, what did I do wrong? Did I make you angry? Tell me and I'll change!"
Looking at his puppy-dog-like appearance, Yanliu turned away without a trace of emotion, put on her high heels, walked to a beverage stall, and said to the clerk inside: "Give that little boy a bottle of lemon honey water with extra honey. As for the rest, I'll cover all the drinks in this beverage shop for the day, free for tourists and passersby. Put the money on my tab."
The clerk was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Yanliu. May I make you a cup of our specialty?"
"No need, thank you, goodbye!" Yan Liu smiled wryly, then turned and left.
He was about to chase after her, holding a bouquet of roses, when a clerk from the beverage shop quickly came out and stopped him: "Handsome guy, handsome guy, Lady Yanliu is inviting you to have a drink. Come here and we'll get it for you!"
Unable to move forward, they could only watch helplessly as Lord Yanliu walked away.
Heavens above! He still felt luckier than his father, who had only met Lady Yanliu three times in his pursuit of her, yet had given her countless gifts.
This time when he came, his father supported him, his mother supported him, and the two of them placed high hopes on him. They even told her earnestly that as long as he could win over Lady Yanliu, it would be an honor for their entire family, and it would be a great honor for their ancestral graves.
He also felt lucky to have seen Lord Yanliu so soon upon arrival, but now…
Now Lord Yanliu has run away and left.
No, he had to chase after him. He tried to break free from the beverage shop clerk and continue chasing after Lord Yanliu, but unexpectedly, the man in the red robe, with long black hair, a tall and straight figure, and a cold and aloof aura, called out to Lord Yanliu before he could.
Under his gaze, Lady Yanliu paused slightly and said to the man with great familiarity, "You're back. This isn't the place to talk. Let's go."
The man responded with an "okay," and didn't forget to glance back at Xiangqian. When Xiangqian met the man's gaze, he instantly felt the pressure and blatant threat from his rival.
For over 100 years, aside from hunting with the Crown Prince of the Troia Empire and walking the streets with other males from the Red Eyebrow Fleet, this is the first time that Lord Yanliu has walked the streets with other males.
The streets were crowded and noisy. Seeing Lord Yanliu leave with his entourage, I took a picture of their backs and posted it online: "Come and claim him! Come and claim him! Whose male is this? Is he going to pluck this high-and-mighty flower, Lord Yanliu?"
As soon as a fan asked the question, it immediately went viral and became a trending topic. Men and women who like Yanliu, both die-hard fans and true fans, all came out.
"A red robe with wide sleeves, long black hair, and dragon patterns embroidered in dark gold thread on the sleeves of the robe. Judging from her figure and back view, she's not bad looking. Whose is she?"
"This male's style of dress is very similar to that of our Troia Empire's Emperor Hunting Emperor. He likes to wear a black robe with wide sleeves, and the robe is embroidered with a chibi black dragon, which is the chibi version of our Queen!"
"This is the first time in over 20 years that Lady Yanliu has walked on the curb with a man. Is it that spring is finally coming for Lady Yanliu?"
"I think it's unlikely. Look at Lady Yanliu's signature. It says, 'With no man in her heart, she can draw her sword with divine power. Men will only hinder her from making money and building her career.' Given her personality, she wouldn't contradict herself like that."
"Yes, yes, so many women take her as their role model. They don't want sweet love or a happy family, they only want an outstanding career and a high vantage point to enjoy the view."
"You guys say that besides managing and ruling the Earth's land, Princess Yanliu's job is to make money, endorse medical treatments, and develop Earth's tourism resources. Could it be that she doesn't like men but prefers women?"
"Oh my, your words upstairs have woken me up from my dream. Tomorrow I'll draw a lottery ticket to go to Earth for a spontaneous trip, meet Lady Yanliu on my journey, and confess my feelings to her."
"Who are you? A woman?"
"I am 1.72 meters tall, weigh 100 pounds, have a great figure, and I'm also rich, currently worth 200 million. I think I can try my luck and confess my feelings to Lord Yanliu!"
"Sisters, sisters upstairs, let's go as a group! I want to go too!"
"Take me with you, take me with you, I want to go too, I want to go too."
"Let's go, let's go together, let's go as a group."
"Just so you know, whoever confesses their love successfully, everyone else will be a bridesmaid."
"It's a deal, it's a deal, let's go together to confess our love to Lady Yanliu."
Males of various races online: "..."
It's outrageous! Lady Yanliu doesn't accept men's confessions, doesn't date, and doesn't get married. The females in the Abel Galaxy have gone crazy and want to confess to her!
Oh my god, should they go and see what happens? If they succeed in confessing their feelings, they can stand by and applaud to create a festive atmosphere.
Yanliu was unaware of what was happening online. She led Cangying to the highest point in the main city, where a gentle breeze made it exceptionally cool.
Yanliu leaned against the railing, looking Cangying up and down. He was wearing a red robe, a black waist belt, and a string of red lucky charms hanging from his waist. His hair was tied up with a jade crown and cascaded down his back.
After examining her, Yanliu sighed and said, "Little golden dragon cub, your Frost Ice City is a good place. After 100 years, you've finally figured it out. Compared to white hair, you look better with black hair."
One hundred years have turned his white hair black, making him look rosy-cheeked. Although he appears cold, he is very peaceful, and there is no longer any stubbornness in his eyes.
It's good that you've come to terms with it. A dragon's lifespan is at most a thousand years or so. He's over 600 years old this year, and he only has about 300 more years left. If you keep dwelling on it and waste your life, your life will be over.
Cangying spoke, her voice slightly hoarse, with a tinge of not having spoken for a long time: "Thank you. How have you been these past hundred years?"
Yan Liu curled her lips and spread her hands: "Okay, govern the earth, make money, fall in love, sleep with little puppies, 100 years will pass in the blink of an eye."
Cangying's golden eyes suddenly darkened: "What do you mean by 'sleeping little puppy'?"
Yan Liu said "Oh": "It means sleeping with males younger than me, going to bed with them!"
Cangying's heart clenched suddenly, as if someone had grabbed it tightly, causing him immense pain. The joy he felt from leaving Frost Ice City and rushing here instantly vanished into an icy abyss.
He looked at her, his voice trembling, shaking, and panicked as he opened his mouth: "You...you have someone you like!"
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