Chapter 181 It seems she... has mastered the secret to getting a free vacation.
Shen Yuepo: "..."
When did she ever say the word "regret"?
Shen Yuepo glanced at Feng Jin as if he were an idiot, then continued to drink her porridge.
After a quiet breakfast.
She looked up at Feng Jin, her voice steady, "I have something to do in a place called Luoshui Village."
She paused for a moment, seemingly hesitant, before finally asking, "Do you... want to come with me?"
Feng Jin was resting his chin on his hand, looking at her. Upon hearing this, a joyful smile instantly spread across his eyes. "Chen Yuepo."
His voice was deep and slightly mocking, "This time, you finally said something I wanted to hear."
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense, "What a pity..."
He shrugged regretfully, his posture casual. "Those noisy immortals and gods are still lingering in Fengdu. I still have to deal with them, so I can't get away for the time being."
Shen Yuepo nodded. "Okay."
She stood up and was about to leave decisively.
"etc."
My wrist was gripped by a strong, large hand.
Shen Yuepo stopped and looked back at him, her eyes questioning.
Feng Jin stood up, his tall figure looming over her.
He took Shen Yuepo's hand, his tone somewhat casual, "I'll see you out. I'll show you around Fengdu while I'm at it."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Want to enjoy the scenery?
She had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but Feng Jin had already taken her hand and led her out of the bedchamber without saying a word.
Without using any teleportation spells, Feng Jin brazenly led Chen Yue Po along the wide path outside the Imperial Palace, step by step, towards the outer area of Fengdu.
Along the way...
Shen Yuepo finally understood what Feng Jin was planning.
The ghost messengers who were diligently patrolling and guiding the souls of the dead on both sides of the path were all petrified when they saw their supreme emperor leading a woman dressed in human clothes slowly along the path.
The chains in the hands of the Black and White Impermanence almost fell to the ground.
Countless eyes hidden in the shadows widened instantly, almost popping out of their sockets.
Dead silence!
After a deathly silence, there were barely suppressed whispers.
"Look! The Emperor!!!"
"They're holding hands! They're really holding hands!"
"Is this the same person who posted about Horse-Face last time? Are the photos on the forum real?! I thought it was AI!"
"My God! The Emperor and Empress! I saw the Emperor and Empress alive!"
"Fool! The Emperor and Empress are mortals! Are they going to die if they don't live?"
Immediately afterwards, Shen Yuepo saw a scene that made her ears burn instantly.
After a brief moment of shock, many of the ghost messengers quickly pulled out their cell phones from their wide robe sleeves.
They took a series of photos of their tightly clasped hands from tricky angles.
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She could feel her cheeks getting hot.
Feng Jin definitely did it on purpose!
She couldn't help but scratch Feng Jin's palm hard with her fingertips.
Feng Jin felt a slight pain in his palm and turned his head to look at her.
Two blushes rose on her fair cheeks, and her cool eyes glared at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it tightly.
The smile in Feng Jin's eyes deepened.
Yes, he did it on purpose.
Just as Shen Yuepo was about to be roasted by the gazes shooting from all directions, a graceful figure blocked her way.
Meng Guichen had reverted to her Fengdu attire, wearing an elaborate official dress, her long hair styled into a high bun, adorned with several jade hairpins.
Her beauty remained unparalleled, exuding a captivating allure and aloofness with an air of ghostly charm.
She bowed gracefully to Feng Jin, her posture respectful: "Your Majesty."
Then, she raised her shimmering eyes and looked directly at Chen Yuepo. After bowing, she parted her red lips slightly:
"Emperor and Empress,"
She started with a shocking question: "Could you give me that bastard Lin Yanxin's new contact information?"
Shen Yuepo's mind went blank for a moment after being shocked by the title "Emperor and Empress," and her cheeks turned bright red instantly, even more so than when she was secretly photographed before.
She looked at Feng Jin with a hint of panic, only to see that Feng Jin's lips were slightly upturned, clearly enjoying the title.
“…Oh, okay.” Shen Yuepo forced himself to remain calm and tried to maintain his cool demeanor.
He took out his phone with one hand, quickly found Lin Yanxin's new number, and gave it to Meng Guichen.
His movements carried a subtle hint of frantic activity.
Meng Guichen wrote down the number, a meaningful smile curving her red lips. "Thank you, Empress."
Feng Jin seemed to be in a better mood, and continued walking forward with Chen Yuepo in his hand.
He had only taken two steps when he seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped.
Without turning around, he simply spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every ghost guard nearby who had pricked up their ears:
"Meng Guichen".
Meng Guichen's figure stopped.
"I'll grant you seven days off."
Upon hearing this, Meng Guichen's beautiful face instantly lit up with a look of surprise.
She immediately bowed to Feng Jin's retreating figure: "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty and Empress!"
She watched Shen Yuepo's retreating figure, a smile playing on her red lips.
She seems to have... mastered the secret to getting free vacations.
"Hmm," Feng Jin responded faintly.
He then casually glanced around, seemingly searching for something, "As for the Meng Po soup..."
His gaze swept over the several ghost messengers who were shrinking their necks, trying to make themselves inconspicuous.
Finally, it landed precisely on a ghost messenger in the corner who was stretching out his horse's head and watching with great interest.
Feng Jin casually pointed his finger at Ma Mian: "You'll take over for now."
Horse-faced: "?! ...
His eyes widened instantly, like saucers, and he pointed at himself, his voice cracking:
"Your Majesty, it's me? But I have to deliver food to the Empress!"
Feng Jin seemed to have just remembered, and nodded, "Hmm, I almost forgot."
His gaze shifted to the grinning ox-headed creature beside Horse-Face, and he said calmly, "Then let Ox-Head go. Make soup, seven days."
The bull-headed man instantly stopped smiling, standing there dumbfounded. His enormous mouth opened and closed repeatedly, his thick fingers trembling as he pointed at himself.
"Me...me make soup? Your Majesty, I'm clumsy and inept, I..."
Unfortunately, Feng Jin no longer paid him any attention.
He led Shen Yuepo, who couldn't help but smile, and with a flash of light, he disappeared into the path of Fengdu.
All that remained was the utterly bewildered bull's head and a group of ghostly messengers trying to suppress their laughter.
Niu Tou looked in the direction where Feng Jin disappeared, then looked in the direction of the Naihe Bridge.
Finally, looking down at his own large, fan-like hands, he rubbed his enormous cow ears with a look of utter despair:
"Bullying an honest cow."
The wails echoed across the empty Fengdu Trail.
A flash of ghostly light appeared at the Gates of Hell, and the figures of Feng Jin and Shen Yuepo materialized.
"Okay, that's my way."
Feng Jin released her hand, his fingertips gently brushing across the ring on her ring finger, the dark red Fire Soul Crystal flashing with a faint light.
Shen Yuepo nodded.
She glanced at Feng Jin one last time, then, without further hesitation, stepped into the Gate of Hell.
The Gates of Hell closed, leaving only Feng Jin behind.
He looked down at the black jade spider lily ring on his ring finger, the same style as hers, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.
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