Chapter 8 Chapter 8 "Therefore, I am cultivating with you in order to...
Even if he wasn't taking advantage of his weakness to vent his anger, this posture, like tying up a prisoner, was enough to humiliate Fuxu. He clenched his hands into fists, veins popping out of his hands: "Jiu Zhao Shen Ji, you are too cruel--"
"Is it bad?
"I am a wicked man, and you didn't just know it on the first day."
Jiu Zhao twisted his fingertips, making the rope transformed from the divine whip bind more securely. He put one hand on his waist and curled his lips at him, "Didn't you tell me not to meddle in other people's business? I'm going to meddle today, tomorrow, every day, until I'm satisfied. I'm going to piss you off to death!"
Fuxu was speechless at her childish behavior and urged his divine power to leave again. Jiuzhao, who had predicted his prediction, rushed in front of him, took out a light golden talisman paper with body temperature from his clothes, and pressed it hard on his forehead.
When it touches the skin, the talisman paper takes effect and disappears into the bones and blood in an instant.
She leaned closer to Fuxu, a faint smile of triumph on her lips, and whispered in his ear, "This is a treasure I obtained from the King of the Northern Territory when I was traveling in the Northern Territory. It can seal the immortal power of immortals below the level of a Supreme God for three months. Now that you are injured and your divine realm has fallen, your strength is no different from that of the highest-level celestial immortals. Naturally, you cannot resist the effects of this talisman."
While searching for the immortal plant in the private vault, Jiu Zhao had already thought of a way to deal with Fu Xu.
Everything was going smoothly at the moment. Looking at the young man's pupils that were like an erupting volcano, she felt relieved and quickly stepped back a few feet to avoid Fu Xu, who was about to explode in anger, opening his mouth and biting off a piece of flesh from her body.
The comfort didn't last long, and Fuxu's expression, which was about to break, suddenly calmed down.
He raised his face in a humiliating position and ordered solemnly, "I have something to say to His Highness. You two should leave first."
Jiu Zhao was enjoying provoking Fu Xu, but not everyone had the courage to stay and watch the show.
In the corner of the side hall, the medical officer's maid who acted as a quail breathed a sigh of relief.
After the ceremony, they retreated like receding waves, not forgetting to close the door behind them.
There were only the two of them left, and Fuxu, who had figured out what Jiuzhao wanted to do, had no trace of anger in his eyes.
He looked directly into Jiu Zhao's downcast eyes and said slowly, "Bai Richen was in a state of confusion and lost control, and offended Your Highness. There is no one in the room now. Your Highness, please feel free to punish me."
"Do you think I tied you up and sealed your divine power just to beat you?"
Jiu Zhao's half-raised lips remained the same, but his expression gradually became a forced smile.
Fu Xu: "Although I was injured and unable to wake up during the day, I was able to sense everything Your Highness did to Zhu Yingxianguan."
If Zhu Ying had not been so determined to stop him despite his injuries, Jiu Zhao would have thrown him out of Lihentian along with his bedding.
What he said was the truth. Jiu Zhao was speechless for a moment and could only say stubbornly: "This is a matter of my palace. You don't need to interfere!"
Fu Xu's clenched fist tightened again.
This time, he subconsciously grabbed the sheet beneath him.
He admitted in a hushed voice, "Yes, I am an outsider and naturally have no right to ask. Please, Your Highness, let me leave Changxi Palace."
Although the young man who made the request did not raise his head, his spine, which never softened from beginning to end, conveyed his true emotions.
Pride, integrity, demeanor...
These are the words often mentioned by the female fairies who adore Fuxu.
But the more the young man behaved like this, the more awkward feeling came over Jiu Zhao.
It seemed as if she was awkward, or as if Fuxu was awkward too. In short, they never had a chance to talk things out when they were alone together.
Having said that, she is the monarch and he is the minister. How can a monarch bow to his minister?
Jiu Zhao crossed his arms, his eyes looking down at him. "You were ordered to come and deliver a formal dress to me. Doesn't that prove your determination to obey the Father's will? At least, you can show respect to each other as husband and wife. Anyone can see that you are seriously injured now, and yet you insist on dragging your broken body back to the Pimeng Palace. All the efforts we have made so far will be in vain. If this gets out, everyone will know that you and I are not on good terms."
"In the future, not only the West Sea, but also the North Territory, Nanling, and Dongyuan will continue to use our relationship as a topic of ridicule behind their backs!"
Jiu Zhao rarely emphasized his own feelings, but instead started from the facts and made well-reasoned accusations against Fu Xu, which made him speechless.
During his silence, Jiu Zhao continued, "Also, whether you agree or not, I will come to practice with you every seven days. Father God said that as long as I can successfully refine the true blood energy in your body, my immortal power will be able to advance by leaps and bounds—"
"So, I am cultivating with you for my own sake!"
Jiu Zhao raised his voice and shouted out the last sentence with his teeth bared, as if to convince someone.
Fuxu turned his eyes away in embarrassment: "...Speak more quietly. He Xiu is doing such a private matter. Does Your Highness want the entire Sanqing Heaven to hear it?"
After coming to his senses, Jiu Zhao felt a little embarrassed.
But when she saw the pink tinge on Fuxu's earlobe, she was so pleased that she curled her eyes: "How could the mighty God of War be shy?"
Fu Xu: “…”
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If Jiu Zhao acts unreasonably, Fu Xu will never obey.
The terrible thing is that she suddenly learned to take the moral high ground and preach big principles.
After a hat was put on him, Fuxu, who always remembered to be loyal to the emperor and protect his master, had to stay temporarily.
If he wanted to stay temporarily in Lihentian, he would have to move his daily necessities from Pimeng Palace.
Jiu Zhao didn't need to worry about this little thing, but she was born with a restless personality.
Leaving Xiangbi in the side hall to take care of her, she set off with Jiangyu and seven or eight fairy servants.
The Bimeng Palace is located in the middle of the Erqingtian, and the Lihentian where Jiuzhao lives is a palace that the God Emperor used his divine power to open up specifically for her. It is below the Sanqingtian, but higher than the Erqingtian where the palaces of the five supreme gods and four god kings were built, to show Jiuzhao's status as a female monarch.
In order to perform the drama of the two people reconciling to the extreme, Jiu Zhao specially chose the most gorgeous celestial chariot to travel. The wheels were adorned with magnificent seven-colored fairy light. Behind the chariot were flowing clouds and mists, reflecting all the way, and in the azure sky of Sanqingtian, an incomparably beautiful long streak was drawn.
When he arrived at the Pimeng Palace, Jiu Zhao was sure that everyone who should have seen it had seen it.
She lifted her skirt and walked out of the celestial chariot, standing at the entrance of the barrier of the Bimeng Palace where brilliant light was flowing.
The banquet in Xuanji Palace ended, and Xiu Yu, the leading immortal official who had followed Fuxu in his battles, returned to Erqingtian ahead of time.
The Pimeng Palace had been uninhabited for a long time, so he excitedly led a group of soldiers to clean it inside and out.
Then there was a long wait, from dawn to dusk, but Fuxu did not return.
At this moment, the restriction of the barrier was triggered, and Xiu Yu's worry turned into joy.
He trotted all the way to the palace gate, and before he even raised his eyes, he shouted with joy: "God Fuxu, you are finally back!"
"It's not Fuxu, it's me."
The power of Qi Kuo Jue was stimulated, Jiu Zhao raised his hand to disperse the barrier, and slowly smiled at Xiu Yu who was frozen when he heard the voice.
"Your Highness, I was not aware of your presence and am truly sorry for not welcoming you."
The stiffness lasted only a moment, and Xiu Yu immediately bowed and saluted.
"No problem."
Jiu Zhao smoothed his temples and, without further ado, brushed past Xiu Yu's shoulder as if walking in his own backyard. He looked up at the simple palace and said, "It's been a while since I last came here. I've forgotten which palace Fu Xu resides in. Immortal Officer Xiu Yu, can you lead the way?"
Jiu Zhao bumped his shoulder lightly, and then he was jostled by the attendants behind her. Xiu Yu suddenly felt that the visitor was not friendly, and hesitantly replied, "Her Highness, are you here to look for my God? He hasn't returned yet..."
"Of course he didn't come back, because he will be living with me from now on." Jiu Zhao smiled and turned back. Qingling looked at Xiu Yu, not realizing how explosive his words were. "I asked you to lead the way because I want to pack his luggage."
Xiu Yu felt like he was listening to a fairy tale.
On the way back with his troops, Fuxu never mentioned that he wanted to resolve his past grievances with Jiuzhao.
Not to mention, even when their relationship was at its best, they never lived together.
He tried to use a spell to contact Fuxu, but Jiu Zhao, looking around the palace, suddenly remembered where Fuxu lived. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it. You're so slow. I really can't count on you. I remember where he lives and will go there myself."
"Your Highness, wait—"
There was no time to wait for the magic spell to take effect. As the manager of the Bimeng Palace, Xiu Yu could not just watch Jiu Zhao enter the palace as if no one was around.
He chased after her, but his polite attempts to stop her were useless as Jiu Zhao still broke into the door of Fuxu's bedroom.
Jiu Zhao looked at the dusty palace gate, thinking of Fu Xu's absence from guarding the border between gods and demons for a hundred years. Perhaps it was covered in dust, so he covered his nose in disgust and ordered Xiu Yu, "Push the door open. I need someone to move some things in."
Xiu Yu stood between the palace gate and Jiu Zhao without hesitation and said, "Your Highness, do you know where the Supreme God is right now? Why should we trouble you and the immortal officials of Changxi Palace to move things? We will help you when the Supreme God returns."
"It's just a move, why wait for him to come back?"
Jiu Zhao narrowed his eyes, and began to speculate, "Could it be that in your God's residence, there are also countless portraits hidden away that I cannot see?"
The word "portrait" sounded light and weightless when it came out of her mouth.
But it hit Xiu Yu's head so hard that he almost broke out in a cold sweat.
In the past, Lan Qi broke off his engagement and fell into evil. Afterwards, the God Emperor sent people to search his Lingquan Palace. They found a secret room in the bedroom, which was full of portraits of Jiu Zhao drawn by Lan Qi himself. On the back of each portrait, there was a big word "Ren" written on it. The ink was so thick that it could penetrate the paper.
Later, this incident was regarded by the immortals as solid evidence that Lan Qi had long harbored rebellious intentions.
Regardless of personal feelings or righteousness, since the crown prince of Sanqingtian raised this question, the Pimeng Palace must give an explanation for not allowing him to enter.
Xiu Yu groaned inwardly and was racking his brains to think of an excuse, but Jiu Zhao turned down the corner of his mouth and became impatient.
Seeing this, Jiang Yu covered her ears and whispered, "Your Highness, this is the Pimeng Palace after all. Without the order of the Supreme God Fuxu, as the commanding immortal official, Xiu Yu has no right to open the door of my own Supreme God's palace on his behalf. In my opinion, it would be better if we pass the message to the Supreme God and let him speak."
Jiu Zhao could not have imagined what she said.
Although Fuxu has kept silent and refrained from resisting, who knows whether he is willing to cooperate with Jiuzhao all the time.
Not wanting to cause any disturbance in the Pimeng Palace, Jiu Zhao finally decided to use a roundabout method and activated the jade token on his waist to pass the message to Fu Xu.
Soon, the jade plate lit up, revealing Fuxu's handsome face.
He concealed his surroundings and the part below his shoulders, and except for his slightly pale face, everything else looked normal.
"God!"
Xiu Yu stepped forward, his expression excited. He looked at Fu Xu as if he had seen a commoner kidnapped by bandits. "Where are you? I have cleaned the Pimeng Palace and am waiting for your return!"
Thinking of Jiu Zhao still staring at him eagerly, he paused and added,
"...Or is it as Her Highness Shen Ji said, that you want to live in Changxi Palace?"
"No need to ask any more questions. All will be in accordance with Her Highness Shen Ji's orders."
Having said that, Jiu Zhao was already very satisfied.
All she needs is Fu Xu's cooperation, and she doesn't expect him to pretend to be in love with her in front of outsiders.
She was about to put the sound transmission jade token away when she suddenly saw the young man floating in the air. His cold white Adam's apple rolled up and down, his long eyelashes drooping to cover his eyes that were full of thoughts. He put on a stern face and scolded Xiu Yu, "Next time, don't bother Your Highness to ask me about this kind of thing again. Your Highness is the crown prince of Sanqingtian, my first wife, and the other master of Pimeng Palace. You must respect her as you respect me."
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