Chapter 89 Chapter 89 "I promise you."
The young man was watering the flowers with great concentration.
As he bent down, his tall body, wearing only a single shirt, revealed a tight and strong waistline.
Seeing the beauty before him, Jiu Zhao had some unspeakable evil thoughts.
"Why aren't you talking?"
"What are you doing sneakily?"
She raised her voice and sounded fierce on purpose to scare Zhu Yan.
After standing there stiffly, he suddenly turned around.
"Your Highness, Your Highness."
Zhu Yan called out stutteringly, and his voice suddenly stopped without any further words.
At the same time, his emerald eyes lit up and became moist, and his facial expression showed that he was very excited.
"You finally came to see me!"
The sound of his feet rolling over the stone slabs in the courtyard was fast and frequent, and he trotted towards where Jiu Zhao was standing.
When he was only two arms' length away, he remembered that his attire was inappropriate and he was holding a dirty watering can in his hand. He stopped abruptly - then he paced around in circles like a puppy, not knowing what to do first.
Zhu Yan's clumsy look successfully made Jiu Zhao chuckle in his heart.
She tried hard to suppress her expression, and in order to avoid the prank failing, she took advantage of the other person's staggered figure and turned to look at the flowerpot.
A tiny green bud quietly popped its head out from deep in the dark brown soil.
This is obviously not a product of Changle's fate card.
The reason why Jiu Zhao thought so was because the entire realm of the fate card was constructed by Tai'e's divine power.
Anyone who enters here can have whatever they want appear in their mind as long as they imagine it - however, no matter how powerful the divine power is, it cannot create life. Even if flowers are truly conjured up, they are just "fake flowers" in a pot that do not require care, and there is no need to plant them from the original seeds.
Could it be that he didn't follow his instructions to recuperate here, but instead secretly left the realm?
A little worry about Zhu Yan's physical condition and the thought that his orders were being disobeyed caused Jiu Zhao's good mood to fluctuate slightly.
“…”
While she was trying to figure out what he had done, Zhu Yan finally completed a series of intimate preludes in the order of putting down the shower head and putting on his outer robe. He took two steps at a time and carefully held her hands tightly, "Your Highness!"
He looked into Jiuzhao's eyes and explained gently, "I was just watering the seeds. I found them under the dressing box on the dresser. I don't know what kind of immortal plant they came from, so I thought I'd plant them first and wait until they sprout before taking a closer look."
Under the Mother Goddess' dressing box...
Are there these things?
Jiu Zhao's thoughts were blank for a moment.
As she grew older, Jiu Zhao came here less and less. She held no happy memories of her mother, whom she had never met. Only on the anniversary of the Queen's death, or when she felt down and needed some solitude, would she enter the realm and look through her relics to express her longing.
Over the years, except for the various jewelries in the dressing box, everything else has remained the same.
Jiu Zhao didn't expect that Zhu Yan could find a bag of seeds from it.
However, she remained expressionless, her manner a mixture of emotion and emotion difficult to discern. "Is it simply because you wanted to see what the seeds would look like once they'd grown? You know where this is—in the realm left behind by my Mother Goddess. How dare you tamper with the relics so presumptuously?"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness."
Realizing that Jiu Zhao seemed really unhappy, Zhu Yan's excited expression froze, and he lowered his eyelashes and began to apologize hurriedly.
He pursed his lips and quietly added a heartfelt thought at the end of his apology, "I simply feel that no matter how beautiful the Jingque is, it can only produce lifeless things... Your Majesty the Queen of Gods brought a packet of seeds in, perhaps hoping that real flowers and fragrance would spread here...
"They grow, bloom, and wither, only to spring back to life the next year... They can replace Her Majesty the Goddess, accompanying Her Majesty year after year."
Would the Mother Goddess think so?
The person is gone, and Jiu Zhao has no way of getting the answer.
But Zhu Yan's words made her feel that she could really feel a little bit of a mother's love for her son through the seeds.
Jiu Zhao's eyes softened and he asked, "It's sprouted. Can you tell what it is?"
“It seems not.”
Zhu Yan swallowed his saliva and shook his head very slowly, "Perhaps if a wood-type immortal came here, it would be much easier to identify."
Jiu Zhao didn't say anything. She pulled her hands out of Zhu Yan's palms, raised her left hand, and slowly moved it closer to his face.
Zhu Yan was still staring at her without blinking.
His breathing was slightly stagnant and his eyes were fixed, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be punished.
"Ha ha--"
Jiu Zhao suddenly laughed out loud.
The beautiful hem of her skirt scattered the bright sunlight in the palace. She stood on tiptoe and flicked Zhu Yan's forehead with her finger.
"coward.
"Will I eat people?"
After enjoying Zhu Yan's painful expression, the hand slid down again, slipped into his palm, and interlocked his fingers with his.
Jiu Zhao pulled him along, skipping and hopping, and walked briskly towards the wooden stand with the flower pot not far away. "I see you only watered half of the flowers just now, there should still be water in the pot, right? I have some free time today, so I'll accompany you!"
The lingering sound of the knuckles tapping against the skin still lingers.
Zhu Yan blinked, and his body was pulled forward passively by Jiu Zhao.
He realized later that Jiu Zhao seemed to be in a good mood today.
After chasing Jiu Zhao for a few breaths, he also began to pretend to be angry: "Your Highness, you are too much. You actually teased me--"
Jiu Zhao grabbed the watering can before Zhu Yan, turned his head, and shook some water drops from the curved neck of the pot to splash at the other person.
"Lululu, what can you do to me?"
After a successful strike, she quickly shook off Zhu Yan's hand and started playing a game of chase with him around the flower pot. "Do you know that I have been lying on the big bed in Danxuan Palace for over a month, unable to move. I am almost moldy. Now that I have finally recovered, I have to find someone to bully me."
Hearing this, Zhu Yan paused, and was about to reveal a guilty expression: "Your Highness, it's all because of me that you acted like this..."
But Jiu Zhao suddenly leaned forward and held up two fingers to press against the corners of his lips that were about to bend down. "Don't be so miserable. Smile more in the future, no matter what happens. If you lose your good looks and become a miserable man, I will report to Father God and cancel the engagement!"
"many--"
Before she uttered the word "smile", Zhu Yan's narrow eyes widened into a round like a fawn at the word "breaking the engagement".
Jiu Zhao still squinted his eyes, with a nonchalant smile on the corner of his lips.
For a moment, Zhu Yan thought that his weakness had spread to his ears, causing hearing problems.
This doesn't sound like an announcement of an upcoming marriage, but rather like a casual greeting - what a nice weather today.
He could only ask uncertainly, "Regret, regret the engagement. Who do you want to marry, Your Highness?"
"Yes, that person is far away and right in front of us."
Jiu Zhao spoke in a long tone, rubbing the young man's lip line with his delicate fingertips before withdrawing his hand with a nonchalant smile. "Half a month ago, I reported our relationship to the Father God. He didn't object, only saying that as long as you are sincere to me, that's all that matters."
All the plans, plots, ambitions, and intentions that had been revealed before the God Emperor were hidden beneath a sincere smile.
She looked at the incredulous young man and asked, "Why, you don't want to marry me?"
"I, I, your servant, am of low status and will soon die. How can I be worthy of Your Highness's status—"
Zhu Yan's voice was hesitant, and he almost bit his tongue as his thin lips opened and closed.
The happiness he had longed for came too quickly, and the overwhelming ecstasy swallowed him up from head to toe.
Too shocked, he covered his chest, bent over and coughed violently.
Jiu Zhao hurried over and patted his back to help him calm down.
The big, hot tears that were choked out flowed down his cheeks and into the gap between his lips that could not be closed.
Amid the bitter taste of tears that spread across his tongue, he heard Jiu Zhao's clear words: "Zhu Yan, you're good, and I love you. I will awaken the Phoenix Sacred Tree for you and spend forty-nine years within it until I cultivate the highest level of Nirvana Phoenix Flame—so, you must also live well for me."
Warm immortal power flowed into Zhu Yan's body along his spine, soothing his aching chest.
It was not a formal occasion and there was no grand ceremony.
She was holding a watering can in her hand, and even her casually combed hair was a little messy from running just now, but her expression was so serious.
It all happened so fast that Zhu Yan suddenly felt difficulty breathing.
"Father God didn't want any mistakes to occur during my cultivation. He simply told the Three Pure Ones to believe that you, Yingluo, and I were still in Yunsheng World, completing the task of repairing the Heavenly Stairs. Calculating the time, we'll have to remain in hiding in Nanling for about a hundred years. But that's enough time.
"A hundred years from now, when I have cultivated the Phoenix Fire of Nirvana and returned, I will renew your meridians and temper your body. At that time, I will ask the Father God to announce our marriage to all the world."
Jiu Zhao did not stop releasing his magical power to relieve Zhu Yan's cough.
Amidst the crimson fairy light, she stretched out her arms and hugged the other person tightly.
The tall and slender young man had a sickly but restless heart beating violently in his chest.
With Zhu Yan's heartbeat as his pillow, the moment he closed his eyes, many memories emerged in front of Jiu Zhao.
When you don’t understand love, you are not with the person you want to be with for the rest of your life.
When you understand love, you can't keep the person you want to stay with forever.
Now, she understood that even if love is no longer so pure and is mixed with sincerity for exploitation, it is still called sincerity.
So, is the person in front of you the right choice?
Just like the reason why the Mother Goddess left the seed in the fate card, no one can tell Jiu Zhao the answer.
She took a slow breath and gently spoke out the most important part of the upcoming marriage: "But, Zhu Yan, you have to understand that even if I don't care, as the bastard of the Divine King, I will become the future husband of the Divine Emperor. If this gets out, it will not convince the public.
"I want you to live well, not just so that we can be together forever, but I also want you to promise me to rekindle your youthful ambitions and fight, to snatch the position of Northern Divine King from your father and your legitimate brother—
"I hope that only you can sit in that position."
Jiu Zhao's lips were pressed against the most sensitive skin of his chest through the thin clothes.
Following the increasingly rapid beating of the heart, it blends into a strange and bewitching melody.
She finished speaking and as expected, she felt Zhu Yan's muscles stiffen.
She understood that for a young man who had abandoned his lofty ambitions due to a prophecy of premature death due to illness, facing his past again was somewhat difficult. With his status and background ahead of him, the gap between them widened step by step. Meng Chu had already been tens of thousands of years ahead of him, so it would be difficult to bring him down.
But Jiu Zhao was not in a hurry.
She didn't even have the slightest worry that Zhu Yan would refuse.
He loves her.
If you truly love her, you must give her your flesh, blood, and soul—everything you have—and follow her unconditionally.
…
A long time later.
Jiu Zhao felt the young man's body, which was so close to him, move.
Zhu Yan took the initiative, locked his long arms and held her tightly in his arms.
"I promise."
He said in a deep voice, "My love, I will agree to anything you ask."
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