Chapter 1 Chapter 1 "After a hundred years of not seeing each other, you have nothing to say?" ...
Jiu Zhao was dreaming again.
Dreams are scenes from the past repeated countless times.
She dreamed of the early spring of four thousand five hundred years ago, the most important day of her life so far.
It was supposed to be a wedding day, but she chased Lan Qi to the Changshengtai, the platform where the sinful immortals were punished. The shinning edge of Lan Qi's natal weapon, Liexiao, lay between them, reflecting her fiery wedding dress and Lan Qi's unparalleled, yet distant face.
"Jiu Zhao Shen Ji, I have hated you for many years—"
He looked at her coldly, "If it weren't for the Emperor's thirty thousand years of nurturing me, how could I have agreed to marry you!"
The shouting rang out like thunder in Jiuzhao's ears, and mixed with the gentle breeze that blew through Sanqing Heaven all year round, reaching the ears of the gods and Buddhas standing in the clouds watching the ceremony.
Jiu Zhao didn't dare to look at their expressions. He could only look up at the endless sky above his head in a suffocating state.
The sky was filled with colorful clouds and brilliant light. It was the most beautiful scene she had ever seen in her 30,000 years of life.
Yes.
Today is her coming-of-age ceremony, and it is also the perfect time for her to marry the God Lan Qi, whom she has known since childhood.
Three quarters before the auspicious hour arrived, she was still whispering joyfully to Lan Qi in a secret voice: "Brother Lan Qi, the Qi Kuo Jue is complete. From now on, you will be my person. I will protect you, respect you, and love you. Let's forget about any unhappy things in the past!"
She is the only daughter of the Three Pure Ones God Emperor.
Even those with high status like the Four Supreme Gods had no choice but to bow down and greet her respectfully.
She prided herself on her nobility and was never willing to lower herself to speak sweetly to others. It was not easy for her to call out "Brother Lan Qi".
But--
But how did everything become like this?
The sword energy was cold, Jiu Zhao came back to his senses, and his heart was beating incessantly in his chest.
Puzzlement, bewilderment, confusion, suspicion...all kinds of dark clouds shattered her joy and suddenly turned into anger as a woman's self-esteem was challenged.
The power as surging as the sea surged out of the spiritual platform.
She approached Lan Qi step by step, questioning him in disbelief, "If you don't want to marry me, I will never force you to do it. Lan Qi, Lan Qi, why do you have to humiliate me like this in front of the gods of the Three Pure Heavens?!"
Lan Qi held the sword steadily, and shouted coldly—
"Do you know what it means that people must insult themselves before others insult them?
"How despicable that you, the crown prince, have no ambition to make progress. You treat the vast expanse of the Three Pure Heavens as a place for pleasure, bullying others all day long. Even though I am your nominal brother, you beat and scold me at will, frivolously and wantonly, never giving me the slightest respect, and only treating me as the lowest and most despised slave of the Three Pure Heavens—"
"I thought you were still young and would eventually mature and learn etiquette, but for the past thirty thousand years, you have always disappointed me. Even today, on the day you become an adult, your words and actions show no sign of remorse.
"This is intolerable. I can't convince myself to marry you no matter what I do!"
Yes.
Such evaluation does not only come from Lan Qi.
Jiu Zhao had heard this countless times in the secret places of Sanqingtian, from the mouths of goddesses and fairies who were at odds with him.
She didn't take it seriously before, thinking that others were just envious and jealous of her.
However, she never expected that Lan Qi, who had been with her for 30,000 years and had always tolerated and given in to her, also thought so.
From his sharp eyes, Jiu Zhao understood without any instruction why he had kept these humiliating words until this moment.
She values her own appearance the most.
Lan Qi made her a complete joke in Sanqingtian.
It is said that the thunder tribulation that one must go through when ascending from an immortal to a god is so painful that it is like being skinned and cut into pieces, with all the internal organs burning.
At this moment, she also got to experience something.
Lan Qi continued, "Jiu Zhao Shen Ji, do you have anything else to refute?
"If not, our relationship ends today! I know I am unworthy of the Emperor's kindness in raising me, and I am willing to be stripped of my divine position and my spirit bones removed—
“I will never become an immortal again!!”
He turned his wrist, and the sword changed from horizontal to vertical, slashing out with tremendous power.
As the sword energy swept through, the twin lotus hairpins that were used to pray for love between husband and wife slipped from Jiu Zhao's temples and disappeared into the clouds, and her carefully tied-up flying bun was also disheveled.
The slender figure in front of him quickly retreated and was gradually swept away by the strong wind surging from under the Changsheng Platform.
The Liexiao sword that was used to intimidate disappeared from his fingertips. Lan Qi looked up, spread his arms, and there was a smile of relief on his lips.
The moment he fell off the Changshengtai, Jiu Zhao could no longer maintain the demeanor and bearing of a goddess.
She threw away the gorgeous shawl on her arm and quickly rushed to the edge of the Changsheng Platform, looking at Lan Qi who was quickly walking away.
"Why, why...is there no affection between you and me from the beginning to the end?!"
No one answered.
At the end of his sight, Lan Qi actually closed his eyes, as if he was so disgusted with her that he didn't want to look at her again!
A breath suddenly surged in Jiuzhao's chest.
The fishy-sweet liquid broke through the teeth, and a trace of blood from the heart sprayed out, also dissipating in the strong wind.
It hurts so much.
The pain penetrated deep into his bones, and Jiu Zhao fell down powerlessly.
The anger seemed to disappear along with the collapse of the immortal power.
All that was left was the emotion that felt like billions of needles piercing her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
As the dream faded away, she saw Lan Qi, who was about to be swallowed by the strong wind, reaching out to catch the blood.
He raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.
…
"Your Highness, Your Highness!"
"Noon is approaching, please wake up!"
Through the brocade curtain, the maid's anxious calls could be heard.
Jiu Zhao opened his eyes, raised his finger to wipe the corner of his eye, and felt a trace of hot tears.
Four thousand five hundred years had passed, and she thought she had forgotten everything, but unexpectedly she was crying for Lan Qi in her dream again.
Not wanting anyone to see her weak state, after a burst of secret fairy light, the moisture on her fingertips and eyes disappeared.
She lifted the layers of brocade curtains and looked at the maid with the impatience of someone just waking up, her contemptuous demeanor as usual: "Why are you making such a fuss? If outsiders hear us, they'll think that there are no rules in Changxi Palace."
Changxi Palace is Jiuzhao's residence, so naturally there won't be any outsiders as she mentioned.
Saying this is just an excuse to scold in order to cover up the previous gaffe.
The two maids knelt on the ground, confessing their sins and bowing down.
One of them whispered, "Your Highness, the Supreme God Fuxu is already waiting outside Changxi Palace... Seeing that you haven't woken up yet, Sister Zhu Ying opened the palace door and went over to serve you."
Jiu Zhao paused: "Who?"
The maid hesitated for a moment and then repeated, "Your husband, the God of Fuxu."
Jiu Zhao hadn't heard this name for five hundred years, and it still didn't seem clear to him.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly clutched the scattered quilt beside her: "Why is he back? How dare he set foot in Changxi Palace again!"
"Your Highness, calm down. Now is not the time to cause trouble for the gods—"
From the moment the word "Wang Husband" was uttered, the maids braced themselves for Jiu Zhao's wrath and cautiously advised, "Supreme God Fuxu has guarded the border between gods and demons for five hundred years. Now he has returned victorious, and the Emperor is hosting a banquet in Xuanji Palace to celebrate. I imagine the Supreme God has come specially to invite you to join him."
The fingers gripping the quilt froze, and Jiu Zhao asked uncomfortably, "Xuanji Palace is holding a banquet, how come I didn't know about it?"
The maid closed her eyes in resignation. "The Emperor sent someone to inform you a month ago, and Sister Zhu Ying also reminded you when we went to bed yesterday."
“…”
Jiu Zhao was embarrassed.
Jiu Zhao was silent.
Jiu Zhao was not right, but he was strong-willed.
She ordered the curtains on the bed to be lifted, and then she sat upright in the middle of the bed and said loudly, "Then let him in."
The heavy palace door opened silently, and a dark figure approached against the light.
After not seeing him for a hundred years, Fuxu's face remains the same.
His brows were cold, his eyes were cold, and his whole body seemed to be carved out of ice.
He stopped about ten feet away and bowed deeply, "Your servant Fuxu greets Her Highness Shenji."
Although they are said to be husband and wife, their relationship is not even as close as that between Jiu Zhao and the two maids.
When she saw him, some embarrassing and joyful memories inexplicably emerged in her mind. Jiu Zhao's legs, which were slightly open, were instantly pressed together. She did not ask Fu Xu to exempt her from the formalities, but just kept her chin half-raised and looked at the other person coldly.
Fuxu continued, "I came here on a mission from the Divine Embroidery Bureau to present Your Highness with a formal dress for the banquet."
He pointed casually, and divine power surged. A truss engraved with the Nine-Star Golden Crow suddenly appeared beside Jiu Zhao.
Several rays of light intertwined, and a gorgeous crimson robe cascaded down from above like a waterfall.
Jiu Zhao carries his mother's phoenix blood and is naturally fond of all bright and dazzling things.
She has a bright and beautiful appearance, and the striking colors she wears can highlight her elegance.
This dress, which took a month to make by the Divine Embroidery Bureau, would normally be enough to make her smile - but at this moment, her face did not show much surprise.
Her furrowed brows weighed heavily on her pupils, which were flickering with yin fire. She glanced at her dress hastily and turned her attention back to Fuxu.
"Besides the dress, do you have nothing else to say to me?"
She asked indifferently.
Fuxu has straightened up again.
The posture of the two also changed from Jiu Zhao looking at him straight in the eye to him occupying a higher position, looking down at him with calm and peaceful eyes.
It is not like looking at a wife who treats you as an equal, nor is it like looking at a monarch whom you serve wholeheartedly.
He slowly opened his lips, as if he were treating a stranger: "No."
She had anticipated this outcome, but she was foolish enough to ask this self-humiliating question in the vain hope of getting an answer.
Five hundred years ago, less than a month after they got married, he asked for orders without any warning and rushed to the border between gods and demons.
Now that I'm back to see her, there's no need to make an excuse.
Lan Qi broke off the engagement and humiliated her, and Fu Xu married her but did not know how to cherish her.
If that's the case, why should she give them this face and force herself to pretend to be a loving couple in front of outsiders?
Jiu Zhao laughed in anger: "Very good, there is nothing to say."
Fuxu had defeated the demon world and was a meritorious minister. As the ruler, she could not punish him without reason.
If we can’t punish people, can we punish other things?
She turned her gaze away and set her sights on the crimson dress that Fuxu had sent her.
Do you think that if you personally send her a dress, she will let bygones be bygones?
She will let Fuxu know today that there is no such cheap thing in this world!
Thinking of this, Jiu Zhao curled up the corners of his lips coldly, twisted his fingertips to condense a trace of immortal power, and shot it towards the truss while Fu Xu was not paying attention.
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