Chapter 51 Chapter 51 "If this continues, sooner or later the relationship will change, and...
There is really no need to continue to convince each other.
Jiu Zhao left the Pimeng Palace in a daze.
Since she was little, she has been taught by her father and mother gods to insist on monogamy. She cannot understand the behavior of breaking a heart into countless pieces and caring about everyone or caring about no one.
What made her feel even more incomprehensible was...
If he had feelings, how could Fuxu be indifferent to the assumption that she might have three palaces and six courtyards in the future?
So, it's just like he said.
He was kind to me only because he valued my status as the crown prince.
If another woman were to sit in this position, he would also do his best and devote his all.
…
In the evening, Jiu Zhao was late in returning.
She sneaked into the wine fairy's residence, stole a few bottles of his treasured wine, and sat in front of the Chengxin Pool to drink alone.
Immersed in her depressed mood, she subconsciously ignored the chaos that would occur in Lihentian if she didn't return for a long time.
It was almost midnight when the second person set foot on this rarely visited floating island in the sky.
"Your Highness!"
Zhu Ying's female voice exploded not far behind him, and Jiu Zhao didn't even turn his head.
She looked at the lake surface that was as smooth as a mirror, raised her neck again and took a big gulp of wine.
Some emotions can be accurately captured even without verbal conversation or eye contact.
Zhu Ying felt the tangible low pressure coming from Jiu Zhao, paused, and finally chose to swallow his anxiety.
After passing a message to the others still searching, he slowly came over and sat down beside her. "If the Wine Immortal knew that the fine wine he'd treasured for a thousand years was just being guzzled down by you like a cow chewing a peony, he'd probably roll his eyes and faint from rage."
When Jiu Zhao heard Zhu Ying's voice, he knew the purpose of his visit.
Back then, as the leading immortal official personally sent by the God Emperor, he had made three rules with her: if there was nothing else, she must return before the end of the hour of Xu.
The moon is now at its zenith and all around is quiet and silent. It seems that it is past the curfew time.
Jiu Zhao originally thought that he would bring up the duties bestowed by the God Emperor to accuse him, but unexpectedly, he actually teased him as if nothing had happened.
Jiu Zhao's disgust eased a bit with this interruption. She slowly squinted at him, then mumbled through her mouthful of wine, "It's all going to go down the drain anyway. What's the difference between someone who doesn't understand wine drinking it and someone who does?"
“People who don’t understand wine will forget about it once they’ve drunk it.”
Zhu Ying extended his hand and gestured with his eyes to Jiu Zhao to hand him a bottle of the unopened immortal wine beside him. "People who understand wine will understand its essence the moment they taste it. After drinking it, they will write inscriptions and poems to praise it highly, spreading its reputation to fellow wine lovers."
"It seems that I am indeed not someone who understands wine."
Jiu Zhao curled his lips in disapproval. "How can I bear to share something I like? Everyone else is flocking to drink it, so how can I get a drink?"
After drinking more than half a bottle of wine, although she was not drunk, her thinking was a little slow.
When her eyes fell on Zhu Ying's open palm, she misunderstood his meaning and handed over the empty bottle of wine.
Zhu Ying was stunned.
Then he started to laugh at himself for being so pretentious, expecting a drunkard who had been heartbroken to have so many scruples.
He took the bottle and was speechless for a moment. Then he heard Jiu Zhao suddenly ask, "Do you think people can change so suddenly?"
There are many people in the Three Pure Heavens.
Most of them could not bear the questioning of Jiu Zhao, the crown prince.
It seems that the only one who can gain her attention is the one in the Pimeng Palace.
Zhu Ying didn't know what happened between them today, but when he looked at Jiu Zhao's expressions coldly, he knew it couldn't be a good thing.
He carefully considered his words and spoke slowly, "Your Highness, I believe that once a person's character is formed, it is difficult to change. If they change so quickly that you are caught off guard, it is likely that they have encountered some profound change - or perhaps, they have been pretending from the beginning."
"Disguise?"
Jiu Zhao only took in the last word. She kept muttering it over and over again, laughing, "You refused to explain the real reason why you were nice to me, and you've been playing along with me for fifteen hundred years...isn't that just a pretense?
Jiu Zhao has never been one to keep things to herself, so now that the atmosphere has reached this point, she simply opened up and poured out her sorrows to Zhu Ying, "Tell me, if you want to sit on the throne, do you have to calculate everything, including your true feelings and everything else?
"Is it true that I can't yearn for a lifelong, one-person love? Even when facing the person next to me, I have to remain absolutely rational? "
There was a brief pause in her voice.
The frustration and resentment between his eyebrows show that he is not finished talking yet.
Zhu Ying pursed her lower lip, tightening her grip on the wine bottle. She instinctively sensed Jiu Zhao's relentless questioning, like a sudden downpour dampening the quiet, deep night. "I know, I've always known, that you all secretly despise my crude ways, my lack of knowledge, and my lack of scheming and cunning as the Emperor's daughter—"
"You came to my side, devotedly assisted me, protected me, and treated me well, all because you had no other choice."
The reference changed from "he" to "you", and it was obvious that Jiu Zhao had infinitely magnified the setback he encountered at Fuxu.
To some extent, Zhu Ying had to admit that Jiu Zhao's idea was almost correct.
The only deviation is that the part related to her behavior or personality is so small that it can be ignored.
In the final analysis, people like him, Fuxu, and Lan Qi at the beginning had no choice. No matter whether Jiuzhao was mediocre or outstanding, the Divine Emperor was determined to help her ascend to the position of ruler of Sanqingtian. In order to repay the Divine Emperor's kindness, they had to become close ministers loyal to Jiuzhao.
Lan Qi had no choice but to rebel against the Heaven.
He and Fuxu had no choice, so—
The next thought did not have time to materialize, and just a vague hint that arose in his heart made Zhu Ying's scattered gaze suddenly tense.
Because of his distraction just now, he missed the detailed process of Jiu Zhao's dispute with Fu Xu. He only missed the summary: "He doesn't care if I take concubines and mistresses, and he said that if one day I am willing to devote everything to Sanqingtian, he will feel gratified."
Fuxu actually said this kind of thing so bluntly—
But after being surprised, Zhu Ying realized that she had always treated Jiu Zhao as a little girl who didn't understand the world.
He swallowed his saliva and said hesitantly, "Actually... God Fuxu is right."
Jiu Zhao's resentful look suddenly changed, and he glared at him angrily.
Zhu Ying still insisted, "Just look at the obstacles and volatile public opinion they faced during the years after the Emperor and the Divine Empress announced they would no longer take concubines. You'll understand that marrying into various tribes is a shortcut to a more secure throne... Besides, when the Fuxu God said this, he wasn't giving up on your relationship. He was being generous and willing to help you. Even if you've had countless concubines, he only has you. Why aren't you satisfied?"
"Is that right?"
Jiu Zhao raised his voice angrily, "Tell me, if this is pure love, why can so many people get involved?!"
“…”
Zhu Ying smiled bitterly inwardly.
As the crown prince who is second only to the emperor, Jiu Zhao still talks about pure feelings.
Speechless, he somehow felt a little envious of Fuxu, who was so cherished by Jiu Zhao.
After calming down the abnormal emotions in his eyes, Zhu Ying said softly, "As a superior, you shouldn't pursue pure emotions.
“The pursuit of purity inevitably leads to suspicions of selfishness, partiality, and emotionality.
"If the God Fuxu makes a mistake one day and arouses public anger, and the immortals petition you to punish him severely, what will you do?
"If love becomes boring after a long time, and ten thousand years later, the Fuxu God confesses to you that his feelings are no longer the same, what will you do?
"All the gods of war throughout history have died on the battlefield. If the Lord Fuxu were to die in battle one day, you would lose your beloved and be heartbroken.
"What then?"
Zhu Ying is a calm person who always speaks and acts with caution.
The God Emperor once joked with Jiu Zhao during a casual conversation that he was like the "weight" of Lihentian.
Jiu Zhao had never heard him ask such an aggressive question.
She found it difficult to respond and fell into deep thought.
Zhu Ying just looked at her intently, insisting on waiting for an answer.
After a long pause, Jiu Zhao opened his mouth and told him only his decision regarding the third question: "...I will die with him."
Zhu Ying realized from her determined and stubborn eyes that her answer was no joke. In a horrified state, fragments of memories of some God Emperors who had used up most of their divine power to save the seriously injured God Queen, to the point of vomiting blood and fainting several times, and whose hair turned gray prematurely flashed before his eyes.
His heart sank, and he could only forcefully raise the corners of his lips, jokingly responding, "That's just childish talk. Your Highness, if you die with the Supreme God Fuxu, what will become of the vast Sanqing Heaven? Are you going to abandon the legacy of your fathers?"
Jiu Zhao didn't say anything.
She thought very calmly that if one person had to survive to protect the Three Pure Heavens, then that person should not be herself.
Fuxu was a man of extraordinary power and prestige, with people from all directions submitting to him.
But she didn't want to be the God Emperor at all.
If she died, all we had to do was appoint a new emperor.
If Fuxu dies, Fenyehai will probably rise up in arms immediately, and Sanqingtian will also be in chaos.
So, if we can't live and die together...
She would rather exchange her own life for Fuxu's life.
Jiu Zhao's long silence made Zhu Ying feel even more ominous.
He simply changed the subject: "I was distracted. The current problem has not yet been solved. Why bother thinking about something so far away?"
He tried to draw Jiu Zhao's attention back and offered her some advice, "In my humble opinion, if Your Highness truly wants to understand the Lord Fuxu, why not put aside your personal feelings, open your hearts, and have a frank conversation.
"Otherwise, if you and he each insist on their own opinions, sooner or later your relationship will change and you'll become a pair of resentful lovers."
…
The two talked for a long time. At midnight, Jiu Zhao finally became exhausted due to the alcohol and the loss of his immortal power over seven days and seven nights.
Her eyelids were twitching, her consciousness was dizzy, and she fell asleep leaning on Zhu Ying's shoulder.
There seemed to be many troubles still lingering in her dream. She frowned slightly and uttered a few broken mutters from time to time.
Zhu Ying has been with Jiu Zhao for many years and has seen her youthful face fade away and grow into a stunning adult woman.
But at this moment, she rested her head on his shoulder, looking extremely childish, like a child who was anxious about having done something wrong.
Zhu Ying was worried about her, but her heart softened.
Due to her female body, she was petite and not as tall as Jiuzhao, so he cast a spell to return to her male appearance.
He leaned over and gently carried Jiu Zhao on his back. He glanced at the wine bottles forgotten on the grass and couldn't help but touch the bottle mouth where Jiu Zhao had drunk from with his fingertips, leaving a faint red mark of lip balm.
…
And all this.
Fu Xu, who was worried and searching for a long time, finally saw it when he came to the Chengxin Pond.
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