Chapter 2 Chapter 2 "Your Highness asked me to help you put on your shoes, and I obeyed. ...
The immortal power, with the force of flames, pounced towards the gorgeous clothes hanging on the truss.
Jiu Zhao silently curled the corners of his lips, waiting to see the embarrassed expression on Fuxu's face after his clothes were ruined.
However--
The next second, the fantasy expression appeared on her face.
A blue divine light suddenly appeared on the light dress, and the defensive barrier formed by the divine light directly deflected her magic. By chance, it hit her favorite intricately colored vase on the lacquered wooden cabinet beside the window.
With a loud crash, the vase shattered into pieces.
Jiu Zhao was stunned in place, her beautiful eyes wide open——
She didn't understand why a small robe produced by the Divine Embroidery Bureau contained the power of her father, the Three Pure Ones God Emperor.
In contrast to Jiu Zhao's surprise, Fu Xu, who had anticipated her move, spoke calmly, "The Emperor has ordered the Divine Embroidery Bureau to entrust the dress to me. The Emperor has also instructed that there's no need to inform Your Highness of his instructions in advance. Once Your Highness lets loose and makes a scene, and sees the divine restrictions on the dress, you'll understand his intentions."
Jiuzhao: "..."
What was the Emperor's oral order not to inform him of this matter in advance? He clearly wanted to laugh at himself.
Black-hearted rotten wood!
Since he woke up from the dream, Jiu Zhao has been having troubles, and he is still very angry.
She refused to speak to Fuxu and just stared at the broken vase pieces, but her peripheral vision was suddenly attracted by the faintly visible embroidery on the hem of her dress.
It was a large field of Fuxu flowers embroidered with silver thread.
Fuxu's true form is a unique sacred tree in the world.
The Fuxu flower is a blessing flower that blooms only once every ten thousand years. Legend has it that whoever receives this flower from Fuxu will have a wish come true. The Divine Emperor ordered the Divine Embroidery Bureau to embellish Jiu Zhao's banquet dress with Fuxu flowers, and the intention behind this is self-evident.
The God Emperor understood her vengeful nature, and was also aware of Fuxu's departure without notice five hundred years ago. Now that Fuxu had returned victorious, the couple, since they were not to be separated, must continue to live together. With Fuxu's initial offer of clothing and a gesture of respect, the God Emperor hoped that this would resolve the past grudge between them.
God the Father is both a Father and a King.
With such good intentions, Jiu Zhao had no choice but to follow.
What's more, the banquet is about to begin.
She gritted her teeth and angrily called in the maidservant who was guarding outside the palace: "Come and help me get dressed!"
"Yes." The maids breathed a sigh of relief. After entering the hall, one of them took off her dress and another helped Jiu Zhao stand up.
Fuxu's mission accomplished, he followed the instruction not to look at anything inappropriate and bowed again, "Then I will go out and wait."
"Wait." Jiu Zhao stood in front of the spiritual mirror as tall as a person, looking straight ahead. "Did I ever tell you to leave?"
Fu Xu said, "Your Highness is changing clothes. It is inappropriate for me to be here. I think I am offending the lady."
Jiu Zhao was delighted to hear the other party's righteous words, and when his first plan failed, he came up with another one.
She fiddled with the jade sash around her waist with her nail polish-coated nails and said lazily, "Since you are calling yourself a female monarch, you should understand that above husband and wife there is a monarch and subject. I am the monarch and you are the subject. You should obey whatever I tell you to do. How can you object?"
He could use the God Emperor to pressure her, and she could naturally use the same reason.
Sure enough, after hesitating, Fuxu replied, "Yes."
Jiu Zhao still felt it was not enough. She rolled her eyes and gave a wink to the maids around her. Then she folded her sleeves in front of her, raised her chin slightly, and gave an order: "What are you standing there for? Fuxu, come here and help me straighten the hem of my dress."
“…”
The maids looked at each other and didn't dare to speak for a moment.
The palace door was half open just now, and they heard Jiu Zhao trying to destroy the dress but failed.
However, the arrogant master unexpectedly came up with another way to humiliate his husband.
They dared not breathe a word, fearing that Fuxu would refuse, Jiuzhao would get angry, and today's banquet would be difficult to hold. The two of them started fighting in Changxi Palace.
But for some reason, when Jiu Zhao was about to urge him, the cold and stern god who was standing still suddenly took a step forward.
He came in front of Jiuzhao, raised his eyes which were usually half-closed to show respect, and looked at the secretly proud Jiuzhao for a moment, then knelt on one knee and slowly smoothed out the winding hem of her hair, inch by inch.
Jiu Zhao looked down at Fu Xu and suddenly felt that this dress, which was the same color as the wedding dress she wore that day, was no longer so annoying.
Since the Divine Emperor issued the marriage decree, they had lived together as an engaged couple for a thousand years.
Her magical powers were not as good as Fuxu's, and her prestige and popularity were not as high as Fuxu's.
But as long as the king-subject tactics are used, Fuxu will most likely surrender.
I don’t want to forget that even today, after five hundred years, this set is still so useful.
Jiu Zhao became more and more delighted. While the other party was concentrating on his work, she became even more aggressive. She quietly lifted her bare left foot on the long carpet and stepped directly into Fuxu's half-bent palm.
The moment their skin touched, Jiu Zhao, who was enjoying the pleasure of humiliating the other, stopped breathing uncomfortably.
She felt that the muscles in her originally relaxed palms had become stiff, and the years of marching and military training had left a thin layer of calluses on her slender and thin hands. Fuxu was not as fond of beauty as the other gods in Sanqingtian, and had never deliberately used magic to remove the marks on her body.
The calluses rubbed against her sensitive soles, making them rough and adding an unbearable itchiness.
The hand of God is not as comfortable as the long carpet under her feet!
Jiu Zhao bit her lip, hesitating between humiliating the man to the end or quitting while the going is good.
The helpless and stiff big hand suddenly tightened its five fingers and grasped her small and white left foot, which was painted with the same color nail polish between her toes, tightly in the palm of its hand.
Trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice.
Feeling a bit of pain and a bit of pressure at the same time, Jiu Zhao cried out in pain and without thinking, bent down and pushed Fu Xu's shoulders.
"presumptuous!
"Fuxu, why are you pushing so hard?"
However, she acted in such a hurry that she didn't have time to use magic, and the pitiful force she exerted was even weaker than a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
As the one being pushed and scolded, Fuxu's handsome features showed no sign of suppressed anger. He firmly grasped Jiuzhao's forcedly raised foot and spoke in the same respectful and low tone as always: "Your Highness asked me to help you put on your shoes. I obey your command."
…
Humiliation is sometimes an act.
But more often, it is a mentality.
Seeing that he had used the king's order to force the other party to help him put on shoes and socks, Fu Xu did not show any anger. Jiu Zhao, who was humiliated by him, could only give up in disappointment.
For the next half hour, she stopped acting up, but after putting on her shoes, she drove Fuxu out of the bedroom.
She put on gorgeous clothes and completed her makeup.
Jiu Zhao once again stood side by side with Fu Xu, already under the seat of the God Emperor of Xuanji Palace.
The left is the most respected position in Sanqingtian, so she occupies the left seat, while the protagonist of this celebration banquet sits on the right side.
Fuxu was still wearing the black clothes he wore when he came to see her.
His eyebrows were as sharp as swords, his eyes were like cold stars, and he accepted the congratulations of the immortals with a dignified attitude.
Jiu Zhao had always thought that he was a strange person. As the general commander of the Three Pure Heavens and the leader of the five supreme gods bestowed by the God Emperor, wherever he went, the place would immediately become a flashy place full of profit and desire. However, he lived a more self-disciplined and frugal life than anyone else.
Before they grew tired of each other, Jiu Zhao once visited his residence in Erqingtian, Pimeng Palace.
The environment there was so empty and the furnishings so simple that they were not even as good as the residences of the lower-level immortals that were somewhat well-known in Yiqingtian.
That's all.
No matter how indifferent he was to worldly things, he was still no more like an outsider than she was at this banquet.
At the banquet, the gods praised the God Emperor for his ability to appoint talented individuals to positions and his exceptional wisdom. While mentioning the peaceful and prosperous times of the Three Pure Heavens, they also praised Fuxu for his early fame, his innate divine strength, and his outstanding military achievements in the battles of the Three Pure Heavens against the Burning Sea, making him worthy of being designated the First Supreme God by the God Emperor.
They praised the two people sitting on the platform with endless praise.
But when Jiu Zhao was mentioned accidentally, he laughed it off and praised her for her noble status, her father being the Emperor of Heaven and her husband being the God of War.
Long-winded nonsense is summarized in a nutshell——
The God Emperor, Fuxu, is far-sighted, extremely powerful, upright, and aboveboard... everything about him is good.
And she is Jiu Zhao as well.
Fortunately, I was born into the right family and married the right person.
Jiu Zhao scratched her ears with her little finger, and ignored their sour words. She only pretended that she understood the good intentions of the God Emperor and was trying to ease the relationship between the couple - either by threatening with her eyes or by tempting with words. She and Fu Xu talked and laughed happily and drank several cups together.
Fu Xu cooperated, but when no one noticed, the look in his eyes when he looked at her was as if he was looking at a piece of mud that could not be supported against the wall.
The banquet finally ended, and Jiu Zhao's face was so drunk that it turned red.
The invited guests left one after another, except Fuxu, who was left behind by the Divine Emperor to discuss matters.
Jiu Zhao originally wanted to leave first, but the God Emperor ordered her to wait for Fu Xu and return to Erqingtian together.
Sitting at the table and taking a few bites of the dishes that had already gone cold, she waited for all the gods in the hall to leave. She was so bored that she called the accompanying maid and left the inner hall together, intending to go to the small garden of Xuanji Palace to enjoy the breeze and the scenery and get rid of the smell of alcohol.
When we reached the scattered and shaded flowers and trees, we heard several chirping female voices from deeper inside.
"It's incredible! The Supreme God Fuxu, who fled to the border between gods and demons upon getting married five hundred years ago, has returned and is now chatting and laughing with the Divine Princess Jiuzhao at a banquet together... If I didn't know their past, I'd probably think they were a loving couple."
"You imagined all this talking and laughing, didn't you? The goddess toasted at the banquet, but the God didn't even give her a spare glance—"
"But honestly, I really admire Her Highness the Goddess. Not only was she publicly humiliated by Lord Lan Qi's breaking off of their engagement, but the news of her marital discord with Lord Fuxu was also known to everyone in the Three Pure Ones Heavens. Yet, she still managed to act as if nothing had happened. If it were me, I would have been so ashamed that I would have left the world!"
"Hey, why are you still calling me Lord Lan Qi? Change your name quickly! It will be a disaster if someone hears it!"
"I know, I know. Sigh... who would have thought that in order to avoid marrying the Divine Princess, he would rather fall into the Burning Sea and become the new Demon Lord..."
The young women's voices were like the singing of spring orioles, discussing the relationship between Jiu Zhao, Lan Qi and Fu Xu in veiled conversations.
After the teasing, they remembered that the core of the group had been silent for a long time and had not spoken a word.
Then he smiled ingratiatingly and called the man's name repeatedly: "Yingluo Yingluo, why don't you say anything?"
"You should know that the reason we're saying all this is because the Western Divine King clearly intended to bring about a match made in heaven between you and the Supreme God Fuxu, but one day, the Nine Zhao Divine Princess snatched you away first. We're speaking up for you!"
When they heard Yingluo's name, the maidservants accompanying Jiuzhao looked at each other and swallowed subconsciously.
It would be fine if it was some other unknown female fairy.
At most, Jiu Zhao would call them out and impose some punishment, or scold them until they cried.
But among this group of people there is Yingluo - as one of the four divine kings of Sanqingtian, the beloved daughter of King Liuge of the mermaid tribe in the West Sea, she enjoys the title of Princess Zong. Among all the noble ladies of prominent birth, Yingluo is only one level lower than Jiuzhao.
They once ate, lived and traveled together in the Changye Academy in Sanqingtian, and later became the biggest enemies for tens of thousands of years.
Those noisy female fairies were insignificant. What Jiu Zhao cared about most was how Ying Luo would answer.
Yingluo didn't say anything, and she refused to leave.
After a few breaths, she finally heard a graceful voice: "This is the Xuanji Palace of the Emperor's throne. How can you so carelessly discuss His Highness Jiu Zhao? Besides, regardless of the past, His Highness Jiu Zhao and the Supreme God Fuxu are now married. Husband and wife are one. Even if they feel reluctant, they must always give each other some leeway in front of the immortals."
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