Chapter 50 Chapter 50 "If you welcome him into Lihentian, I will...
Yingluo's words posed a difficult problem for Jiuzhao.
Ask, or not ask.
In her turmoil, she sometimes thought she could just refuse the offer herself, without asking Fuxu's opinion. At other times, she felt that putting Yingluo's intentions aside, she could use this incident to test Fuxu's feelings and see if he truly didn't care or was just pretending to be generous.
Finally, she warned Yingluo to give up the idea immediately and not to mention it to anyone.
Then he turned around and returned to Lihentian.
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"Your Highness, the Supreme God Fuxu...he has returned to the Pimeng Palace."
Jiu Zhao had just stepped on the footrest of the celestial chariot and was dumbfounded when he heard Xiangbi's hesitant report.
Her head was dazed and she couldn't think straight for a moment. She blurted out, "Do you know what the reason is?"
"The God said that this Lihen Heaven is filled with pure red fire spirits to facilitate your cultivation. His original body is wood, and he doesn't like fire. If he stays here, his progress in comprehending the divine realm will be slow... So, I'm going back first."
Fuxu's excuse was indeed legitimate and impeccable.
But he used the trick of leaving without saying goodbye. It was obvious that he had other intentions.
As Xiangbi spoke, she secretly glanced at Jiuzhao's expression.
Seeing the expression gradually fade from her face and the suppressed fire in her eyes, he knew that she had guessed something about her enlightenment to the divine realm and was just avoiding her excuses.
Once Jiu Zhao got angry, it was the servants like them who had a hard time.
Xiangbi carefully considered her words, trying to soothe her emotions: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please don't be angry. Perhaps it's the God—"
But he was interrupted by Jiu Zhao's cold voice: "It is a blessing for the Three Pure Ones that he is so dedicated to improving his cultivation. Why should I be angry?"
After she finished speaking, she left Xiangbi with her back and quickly returned to the bedroom, holding up her skirt.
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Of course it would be a lie to say I'm not angry.
But Jiu Zhao racked his brains but couldn't figure out what he had done wrong to cause Fu Xu to change his attitude.
Because all the reasonable reasons could not be connected, she thought about it and suddenly came up with an idea. Could it be that the news that the immortal Yingluo had fought with Meng Chu for his life before and turned into a man spread throughout Sanqingtian, so Fuxu misunderstood something.
That makes perfect sense.
Jiu Zhao was angry but couldn't help feeling happy.
She convinced herself. On the one hand, she was angry that it was difficult to change a person's nature, and that Fuxu, a taciturn person, always chose to remain silent when faced with a conflict. Sooner or later, he would get a beating. On the other hand, she was happy that there seemed to be no need to test him. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have secretly packed his bags and "returned to his parents' home."
In the subtle imagination, the identities of husband and wife seem to be reversed in an instant.
Fuxu became the "little wife" who needed to be persuaded and given in to.
The woman's psychology suddenly swelled, and Jiu Zhao immediately rubbed her hands, wanting to go to the Pimeng Palace to coax him back.
It's just that I want to make people happy.
Going empty-handed always seems too insincere.
The magic that was intended to teleport to the Pimeng Palace suddenly changed its way. Jiu Zhao appeared in the Divine Craftsman Bureau and retrieved the soft armor that had just been made.
From design to confirmation, and then to forging, she relied on the help of the immortal craftsmen throughout the entire process.
Only the last step must be completed by her personally.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when everyone mistakenly thought that she and Fuxu had a conflict, Jiu Zhao spread the word that she also wanted to go into seclusion.
He sealed the palace door tightly and told Zhu Ying not to see anyone.
Jiu Zhao hid in the bedroom, endured the severe pain of his eyes turning black, and pulled out the natal feather hidden at the back of his neck.
The consumption of Yuan Yu's power, one of the three books, not only brought her pain comparable to crushing bones and scattering ashes, but also almost caused her to regress back to the strength of a Golden Immortal.
But when he thought that it could protect his loved ones, Jiu Zhao felt that it was all worth it.
She lay on the bed for a long time before she managed to sit up and continued to practice her skills, integrating the five-colored bright feather into her soft armor.
This refining process took seven days and seven nights.
She took great pains to eliminate her own aura from her natal feather.
Its entity also dissolved, and it was hidden only as a dark force that could not be activated unless it was difficult.
On the morning of the eighth day, Jiu Zhao, with her long hair loose, pushed open the palace door silently.
Her face had not seen the sun for a long time, and was so pale that it was almost translucent. Zhu Ying looked at the wrinkled red cloth on her body for a long time before she could barely make out that it seemed to be the gorgeous dress she wore when she went to Yingluo's birthday party that day.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
It seems that Fuxu's move was a big blow to Jiuzhao.
Zhu Ying looked at her half worriedly and half concernedly.
But he was also very relieved that Jiu Zhao just hid himself and digested the situation on his own, without breaking down in rage and causing harm to others. He had indeed made considerable progress.
Zhu Ying wanted to ask Jiuzhao whether he planned to take a shower and change clothes, or have dinner first, but unexpectedly, Jiuzhao's eyes suddenly opened under the cover of his hair.
"Is Fuxu's birthday coming soon?"
She asked faintly.
Zhu Ying counted on her fingers and nodded hesitantly, not knowing what she was going to do.
"It's okay, I almost missed it."
The low pressure that was lingering around his body suddenly dissipated. Jiu Zhao raised his hand to wipe his face, and then released the cleansing technique.
The black hair regained its luster and the decadent air was swept away.
Her other hand, hidden behind her back, appeared in front of Zhu Ying, and her bent fingers were tightly grasping an object that looked like a piece of clothing.
The size is very large, and it doesn't look like something Jiu Zhao would wear.
Before Zhu Ying could see clearly, Jiu Zhao muttered to himself again: "Oh, oh, oh, find a box, and change clothes..."
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After going back and forth twice.
Jiu Zhao repeatedly explained that he was just going to talk to Fu Xu, and only then was Zhu Ying willing to let him go.
She wanted to go out with the brocade box containing the soft armor, but she was quite hesitant.
I switched it from my left hand to my right hand, and then from my right hand to my left hand, but it just didn't feel right, so I just hid it in the storage ring.
In a blink of an eye, the barrier in front of the Bimeng Palace appeared, the Qi Kuo Jue continued to work, and Jiu Zhao had a smooth journey.
Until he met the stationed immortal official Xiu Yu.
She raised her hand to excuse herself from the young man's formalities and asked impatiently, "Xiu Yu, is your God in the palace?"
Xiu Yu's expression showed something strange.
In the past, he never thought that Jiu Zhao and Fu Xu were a good match. When he saw Jiu Zhao, although he was more than respectful, he did not truly respect her.
At this moment, the emotions overflowing from his eyes were as if he truly regarded Jiu Zhao as another master of the Pimeng Palace. Besides being pious and respectful, he also subtly conveyed a kind of regret and emotion that Jiu Zhao could not understand.
He insisted on bowing, lowering his eyes and saying, "Your Highness, the God has been in the Pimeng Palace the entire time and has come out of seclusion a few days ago."
Fuxu has come out of seclusion——
Does this mean that he misses me too, so he wants to give each other a way out?
Jiu Zhao's anger had almost completely subsided, but he suddenly felt a little more excited.
She asked Xiu Yufuxu where he was, and got the answer that he was in the armory. She then dismissed the immortal servants who were accompanying her and declared that she would go alone.
However.
The scene of her actual reunion with Fuxu was completely different from what she had imagined.
"Your Highness, I will not go back with you. The Pimeng Palace is my residence, and I will continue to live here."
Fuxu rejected Jiuzhao's request decisively.
The cold and sharp weapons of various colors contrasted with his handsome features, causing Jiu Zhao to feel a chill on the back of his neck.
She thought Fuxu was throwing a tantrum, so she stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve. "Shouldn't a husband and wife live together? If I'm in Changxi Palace and you're in Pimeng Palace, word will get out, and some gossipers will think our relationship is broken and we're having a fight."
"Your Highness and I are not an ordinary couple, just like the previous Divine Emperors and Divine Empresses did not live together."
Slightly lowering his jaw, Fuxu's gaze fell on his clothes, which were clenched into a ball by Jiuzhao. "As for the possibility of getting the news out and causing criticism from the Three Pure Ones, I will always accompany Your Highness hand in hand at banquets and ceremonies on weekdays. Your Highness need not worry about this."
He brought out profound principles to justify his living in a separate palace, leaving Jiu Zhao speechless.
When the identity of the crown prince is clear, the wives and concubines who are married into the family are almost all women with family backgrounds. They will live in different palaces, and each is independent like an island.
In the future, when the crown prince succeeds to the throne as the Divine Emperor, this tradition will continue.
If the God Emperor wanted to summon them, he would summon them to his chambers, or simply ride on his celestial chariot to their residences—
The purpose is to show respect, balance the palaces, and reduce jealousy among wives and concubines.
Jiu Zhao opened his mouth awkwardly, wanting to speak, but Fu Xu interrupted him again: "Actually, this is quite good, isn't it? When Your Highness needs me, you can summon me or come in person. When we're not together, you and I can focus on cultivation and not overly indulge in lust."
By saying this, he was putting himself in the position of the queen's husband, rather than the husband of Jiu Zhao.
His indifferent tone pierced her chest, and Jiu Zhao, no longer minding the agreement she had made with the Father God, spoke out the truth that had been hidden in her heart for years: "You think I can't stay with you alone? You don't know that I don't want to be the God Emperor in the first place! If you must take many men in, I will petition the Father God to re-appoint the Crown Prince, and I will just be an ordinary immortal!"
Jiu Zhao thought that by confessing her feelings, she would always be able to gain Fu Xu's trust.
She raised her head stubbornly, only to see the young man suddenly narrowing his eyes and laughing out loud, as if he had heard something funny.
The laughter turned into fine steel needles, piercing her beating heart again and again.
After a while, he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and asked, "If Your Highness is not the crown prince, then what is the meaning of this marriage of mine?"
“……?”
He ignored the glare on Jiu Zhao's face as it widened dramatically, and continued, "I've told you more than once that everything I do is for the stability and prosperity of Sanqingtian. When the Emperor asked me if I was willing to become your consort and help you secure the throne, I gladly agreed. But I never imagined you would be so lacking in ambition. All my efforts over the past three months have been in vain."
The God Emperor did not hide the reason for the bond between the two from his beloved daughter.
Jiu Zhao also understood that Fu Xu agreed to marry him not out of love, but to protect his ideals and persistence.
"No, I don't believe it—
"After all these years, haven't you ever felt any affection for me?"
After learning the cruel truth, Jiu Zhao subconsciously let go of Fu Xu's hand.
She bit her lower lip tightly, staggered back two steps, and then, clinging to a last glimmer of hope, mustered up the courage to test it, "Are you saying this in anger, Ah Xu, because I'm so close to Yingluo and you mistakenly thought I wanted to take him as your concubine?"
"Your Highness, how many times do you want me to say this?"
Completely disappointed with Jiu Zhao's naive behavior of deceiving himself to such an extent, Fu Xu slowly sighed, "As the crown prince, it is your responsibility to form marriage alliances with various tribes. I only want to help you become qualified and smoothly take over the power from the throne in the future.
"Yingluo has become a man, and is indeed a suitable candidate for a concubine.
"If you consider the overall situation and welcome him into Lihentian, I will be happy. How can I be angry?"
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