Chapter 261 If your mother and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?
When Horse-Face received confirmation, especially upon hearing the Emperor's "good," he beamed with joy, feeling that all the sleepless nights he had stayed up were worth it.
He carefully put away the selected design, thanked the craftsmen profusely, and left, determined to immediately supervise the craftsmen to finish the work perfectly.
When the hall returned to silence, leaving only Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, Shen Yuepo's straight back finally relaxed.
She collapsed softly into Feng Jin's arms, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and let out a long sigh.
"Feng Jin," she said in a muffled voice, "the wedding is in two days, and I... I'm suddenly getting nervous."
This tension is different from facing a powerful enemy or dealing with a paranormal event; it is a complex emotion mixed with anticipation, joy, and a new identity.
Feng Jin tightened his arms around her slightly, and raised his other hand to hold her hand in his palm.
Then he lowered his head and gently kissed the back of her hand.
His lips were slightly cool, but his movements were extremely solemn.
"Don't be nervous," he said in a low voice, his tone reassuring. "At that time, you will be the ghost emperor, underworld general, judge, and all the ghosts watching the ceremony below... all of whom you will be helping to be reborn."
"puff!"
Shen Yuepo couldn't help but burst out laughing, lifting her head from his embrace. "What kind of analogy is that! A wedding turned into a large-scale funeral rite?"
Seeing her smile, a hint of tenderness flashed across Feng Jin's eyes.
He let Shen Yuepo hold his hand, turning it over and over, playing with it, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the lines on his palm.
Shen Yuepo suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, I checked the weather forecast in the human world. It will snow in the capital on New Year's Day."
She looked up at him with her bright eyes, "Feng Jin, after the wedding, will you come back to the capital with me to see the snow? Just the two of us."
Life is like a journey through the seasons. She wanted to watch them with him.
“Okay.” Feng Jin replied without hesitation.
"In the future, we can renovate the side rooms in Xujing Temple and make them more comfortable." She had already begun planning.
"good."
"If the plum blossoms on the back hill bloom, I can pick a few branches to put in a vase."
"good."
Looking at his accommodating manner, answering all her questions readily, Shen Yuepo felt a sudden tenderness replace her tension and exhaustion.
She sat up from his lap, cupped his face in her hands, and made sure his gaze was fixed on her.
She leaned closer to him, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling, and she could smell his cool, refreshing scent.
Looking at Feng Jin's handsome face so close to hers, Shen Yuepo's heart inexplicably quickened, and her voice became even softer:
"Feng Jin, I want to kiss you."
Feng Jin's gaze suddenly deepened, as if there were undercurrents surging within.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he stared intently at her flushed cheeks and moist lips.
After a moment, he finally uttered the word that had long become a habit, only this time, his voice was slightly low and hoarse:
"…good."
Shen Yuepo's lips curled into a smile, her lips about to fall...
"Little Moon!!!"
A loud, penetrating shout suddenly came from outside the hall.
Shen Yuepo abruptly stopped, her lips hovering less than half an inch from Feng Jin, and turned her head in astonishment to look towards the palace gate.
The tenderness in Feng Jin's eyes was instantly replaced by coldness.
He raised his hand and gently turned her head back, making her face him again, his voice low: "Ignore him."
However... the one outside the hall clearly had no intention of giving up.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The palace doors were pounded with deafening force, accompanied by Lin Yanxin's raised voice:
"Little Moon! I know you're in there! Don't pretend you can't hear me! I have something important to tell you!"
They could even faintly hear the anxious voices of the ghost messengers: "Oh dear! Abbot Lin! Master Lin! Please stop knocking! The Emperor and Empress are discussing important matters! If you keep knocking, the Emperor will really get angry!"
"I don't care! This is bigger than anything!" Lin Yanxin's voice sounded like she was ready to throw caution to the wind.
Shen Yuepo looked at Feng Jin's face, which had darkened instantly, and then at the heavy palace gate that seemed to be trembling from being struck.
For a moment, I was caught between a rock and a hard place, feeling both annoyed and amused.
What's gotten into you this time, senior brother?
Of all times, why did it have to happen? Of all the times, not earlier, not later…
She could almost imagine what Feng Jin was thinking at that moment.
They're probably already considering which level of hell in the eighteen levels of hell would be the most suitable for Lin Yanxin to calm down.
Looking at the persistent knocking on the door and Lin Yanxin's heart-wrenching cries, Shen Yuepo sighed helplessly.
She shifted, intending to get off Feng Jin's legs, but the arms around her waist suddenly tightened, trapping her firmly in place, unable to move.
Feng Jin's dark golden eyes fell on her face, clearly showing his displeasure.
He tilted his head slightly, his thin lips almost touching her ear, and asked with a hint of petulance:
"Him or me?"
This question is completely unreasonable, childish and domineering, and carries a strong sense of possessiveness.
But the fact that it came from Feng Jin's mouth created a stark contrast that left Shen Yuepo momentarily speechless, both amused and exasperated.
She felt as if she had been thrust into that age-old question: If I and your mother fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?
Without hesitation, Shen Yuepo cupped his face in her hands and quickly pecked his tightly pursed lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water, with a soothing meaning.
"I'll choose you, of course I'll choose you." She spoke quickly, her tone almost coaxing.
She then patted his hand that was wrapped around her waist, "Let go quickly. My senior brother looks like he really has something urgent to do, otherwise he wouldn't be so reckless."
Feng Jin lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on her face for two seconds, as if trying to discern the truth or falsehood in her words.
He was also weighing the sincerity behind the comforting kiss.
In the end, he reluctantly loosened his grip on her waist.
He took the opportunity to put his arm around Shen Yuepo's waist, almost half-embracing and half-supporting her as he led her away from her seat and walked together toward the tightly closed palace door.
The palace gates opened.
"call!"
A chilling wind, almost solidified, suddenly surged out of the hall and rushed towards the hand that was about to strike again outside the door.
Lin Yanxin was enveloped by the sudden chill, and she shivered violently, her hair standing on end.
A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and only then did he belatedly realize...
broken!
His reckless banging on the door and loud shouting just now probably ruined the rare good mood of some emperor.
The chill that hits you is a blatant retribution.
"Little Moon! Help!"
He almost reflexively dodged to the side, trying to hide next to Shen Yuepo, while shouting exaggeratedly.
Shen Yuepo naturally felt the targeted chill as well. She was both annoyed and amused. She secretly reached out and pinched Feng Jin's firm waist lightly, warning him in a low voice, "Feng Jin!"
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