Chapter 178 I offer the underworld as my betrothal gift, and embers as my matchmaker, hoping that you will be my wife for all eternity.
Seeing Feng Jin's unusually dazed expression, Shen Yuepo couldn't help but reach out and tug at the sleeve of his cold and luxurious imperial robe.
She shook another women's ring in the velvet box, which was noticeably smaller. "Put it on me."
Feng Jin suddenly came to his senses, and his dark golden eyes instantly shone with an astonishing brightness.
His lips first curled up slightly, and then he could no longer suppress the smile that bloomed, a smile that could make the three realms pale in comparison.
That smile was wicked and eerie, yet it revealed an unprecedented genuineness and joy.
He took Shen Yuepo's left hand, his movements as devout as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.
The moment the ring was slowly pushed onto her ring finger, the crimson crystal suddenly burst into a dazzling light, reflecting off her fair and jade-like fingers, as if it were a destined match.
After the ring was on, Feng Jin did not let go of her hand.
His large hand completely enveloped her fingertips. He leaned closer, his dark hair falling over her shoulders, drawing an ambiguous arc between them.
“Chen Yuepo,” his deep voice held an barely suppressed laugh, “I remember in the mortal realm, this was called a marriage proposal?”
Shen Yuepo was taken aback by his question, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
How did he even know that...?
She wanted to say that it was just her sentiment, not a marriage proposal.
But then I thought, today is his birthday, and it's rare for him to be so happy.
Forget it, I won't argue with him.
She was about to change the subject when Feng Jin seemed to read her mind, chuckled softly, and stopped teasing her.
He then said, "I forgot to mention, Shen Yuepo, you look very beautiful tonight."
Wearing such a vibrant red dress, she resembled the most dazzling spider lily on the banks of the River of Oblivion, perfectly blending a cool and ethereal beauty with a bewitching allure from the netherworld.
Shen Yuepo looked up and met his overly intense gaze. She awkwardly looked away from him.
Just then, Shen Tu's booming voice, with its penetrating power, rang out from outside the hall:
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Come out and see! Look at the amazing birthday gift I've prepared for you! It's an absolute surprise!"
Feng Jin and Shen Yuepo exchanged a glance.
Feng Jin took Chen Yuepo's hand and said, "Let's go see what that guy is up to this time."
The two walked hand in hand out of the bedroom and onto the huge terrace in front of the imperial palace.
Shen Tu stood with his hands on his hips at the edge of the terrace, pointing at the gloomy sky of Fengdu, a smug look on his face:
"Your Majesty! Look closely! The big one is coming!"
The words had barely left his mouth—
"Boom boom boom!"
Fireworks, even more dazzling than before, exploded violently in the sky directly above the Imperial Palace.
Finally, under the dumbfounded gazes of countless ghosts, immortals, and deities...
In the highest point of Fengdu, four large characters were clearly arranged and combined, enough for the entire underworld to see clearly—
A thousand! Autumns! Ten thousand! Generations!
Feng Jin: "..."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
An eerie, deathly silence fell over the air.
Shen Tu, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere, excitedly turned to Feng Jin with a look of utter admiration:
"Your Majesty, how is it? Is it imposing enough? Is it grand enough? May it last for a thousand generations, unifying the Netherworld!"
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jin raised his hand expressionlessly and casually waved his sleeve in the direction of Shen Tu.
"Ah! Your Majesty, I was wrong! I was being abstract! The real gift is with me!!!"
Shen Tu's scream pierced the sky, turning into a shooting star, and was instantly swept away from the imperial palace, leaving only a mournful echo in the night sky.
Shen Yuepo looked at the four golden characters in the sky, then at Feng Jin's handsome face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Finally, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, her cool eyebrows curving into crescent moons.
She leaned closer to Feng Jin, a barely suppressed smile on her face, and, mimicking his usual tone, lowered her voice and teased:
"May your reign last for eternity, and your rule over the Netherworld. Hmm? Your Majesty?"
Feng Jin: "..."
He didn't speak, and the space around him distorted.
Shen Yuepo felt a blur before her eyes, and the scenery around her changed instantly.
The cold and majestic imperial palace has vanished, replaced by the dark, shimmering waters of the River of Oblivion and a sea of blooming spider lilies on both banks.
The banks of the River of Oblivion were now completely deserted.
Clearly, the undisguised imperial might of the Fengdu Emperor had already terrified the nearby ghosts and ghost messengers, who fled in terror, keeping their distance.
Shen Yuepo was a little confused by his sudden teleportation and wondered what he was going to do.
But then he released his hand and uttered two words: "Wait."
Immediately afterward, his tall figure vanished into thin air once again.
Shen Yuepo stood alone on the eerily quiet banks of the River of Oblivion, with only the gurgling of the water and the rustling of the wind through the sea of red spider lilies.
Feng Jin didn't keep her waiting for long.
A moment later, ripples appeared in the space ahead once again.
Shen Yuepo looked up and his breath caught in his throat.
Feng Jin reappeared, but he was no longer the casual figure he had been before.
He changed into a solemn and luxurious imperial robe, the golden divine beast totems on the robe appearing and disappearing in the dim light, as if they might burst out of the robe at any moment.
Her black hair was tied up high with a jade crown inlaid with dark blue crystals, revealing her smooth and full forehead and deep and perfect facial features.
The wide sleeves and hem of the imperial robe fluttered slightly in the cold river breeze, making his upright posture as tall as a pine tree and his imposing presence even more striking.
The deity who emerged from mythology is what he looks like now.
Shen Yuepo was somewhat stunned.
What made Shen Yuepo's heart stop beating even more was that he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
They are not the roses or lilies of the mundane world.
That was a bouquet of flowers that belonged only to the underworld.
The petals of the Forgotten River Crystal Orchid are crystal clear, and the most eye-catching are the several other shore flowers, with ghostly flames dancing in the center of their blood-jade-like petals, emitting an eerie light.
Feng Jin, holding the bouquet of Netherworld Flowers, slowly walked towards her.
That face, set against the backdrop of the ghostly light and shadow, appeared even more handsome and eerie.
All the coldness and impatience had vanished from his face, leaving only an unprecedented seriousness.
His footsteps finally stopped in front of Shen Yuepo, his voice deep and melodious, echoing clearly on the silent banks of the River of Oblivion:
"Sinking Moon Soul, I offer the underworld as my betrothal gift and embers as my matchmaker, hoping that you will be my wife for all eternity."
His dark golden eyes held an unprecedented tenderness.
He leaned slightly forward and presented the bouquet to her:
"Would you—be willing?"
As the vow was made, the surface of the River of Oblivion seemed to freeze.
The pale blue flames danced silently within the bouquet, reflecting in Shen Yuepo's eyes, which widened slightly in shock.
Feng Jin's gaze was fixed on Shen Yuepo, awaiting her answer.
Every breath felt like an eternity at this moment.
However, Shen Yuepo simply looked at him quietly, without saying a word for a long time.
Time passed little by little.
The anticipation in Feng Jin's chest cooled and solidified little by little in this silence, as if being drenched by the icy waters of the River of Oblivion.
Could it be... that he misunderstood?
Did she regret it?
As soon as this thought arose, the starlight surging in Feng Jin's eyes dimmed instantly.
He lowered his thick eyelashes, concealing the turbulent emotions in his eyes.
Just then, a fair hand covered the back of his hand that was holding the flower.
The bouquet was then taken by that hand.
Feng Jin suddenly looked up.
What caught his eye was a bright smile he had never seen before.
A slight blush touched Shen Yuepo's fair face. Mimicking his previous tone, she clearly uttered two words, one by one:
"Granted!"
These two words instantly dispelled all the gloom in Feng Jin's heart.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com