Chapter 88 088 Bathing Together: I am willing to serve Your Highness during your bath.
"I do not wish to be a wise ruler, but only to be my elder sister's younger brother. What does it matter to me if thousands or tens of thousands of people are killed because of you? I only care about my elder sister's life. I am unworthy to be a ruler. I have always said that my elder sister is more suitable to be a monarch than me, but this world does not even give you the opportunity to become a monarch. How ridiculous! Since Heaven has imposed imperial power on me, then I will exercise this imperial power according to my own will!"
With a hint of resentment and grievance, Yun Tianqi finished speaking in one breath, then turned and left angrily.
Yun Tianjiao knew that he was determined to undertake large-scale construction projects for Qingyuan.
"Is the Divine Lord satisfied?" Yun Tianjiao coldly looked at Qing Yuan. "The Divine Lord must have known all along that His Majesty would hear this, so he deliberately said those things, right?"
"Am I not telling the truth?" Qing Yuan strolled over leisurely, trying to grab Yun Tianjiao's hand, but was dodged. He didn't seem to mind. "Your Highness, rest assured, on the day the temple is completed, as long as Your Highness sincerely prays and kneels before my statue, I will surely grant Your Highness's wish."
Yun Tianjiao smiled and said, "Then the first thing I would ask of the God is that you can annihilate your divine essence and disappear from the world."
Qingyuan's face darkened. He grabbed Yun Tianjiao by the neck, pinning her against the door. "Your Highness, forgive me for reminding you, but I am no longer the little god you once ordered around." Yun Tianjiao's lips burned like fire, a hint of mockery flashing in her bright eyes. "So what?"
Qingyuan Divine Venerable suddenly felt a chilling sensation and immediately released Yun Tianjiao and retreated. However, he did not know that she had suddenly produced a Ghost-Slaying Blade. If he had not dodged in time, he would have been seriously injured.
"How dare you disrespect the divine authority? Aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"
"For your own selfish gain, you have bewitched the Emperor and disregarded the lives of the common people. If Heaven has eyes, it will be the first to strike you down." Yun Tianjiao was dressed in palace attire, but it did not hinder her from wielding her sword. She stepped forward nimbly, her blade moving with incredible speed and imposing aura, unleashing a series of deadly attacks.
Qingyuan had received offerings from Yun Tianjiao for many years, so he naturally knew that she had a demon-slaying knife, though he didn't know its origin. It could slay ghosts and gods, so when he saw her coming with such a fierce momentum, he didn't dare to underestimate her.
"Princess, do you think you can hurt me?"
"What if I were included?" The palace door behind them opened, and Zhiwei walked in.
Without turning his head, Yun Tianjiao said directly to Zhiwei, "Seal this place off!"
Without asking why, Zhiwei joined his index and middle fingers together to form a hand seal, and with a light stroke in the air, the Netherworld Fire spread rapidly, instantly sealing the entire Chang Le Palace!
Qingyuan Divine Venerable's pupils contracted slightly. "What are you trying to do?"
"Of course I'll kill you, God."
Yun Tianjiao slashed horizontally with his Ghost-Slaying Blade, his smile as bright as the sun, yet his words carried a chilling aura.
"Although I cannot stop my good-for-nothing brother, if the god he wants to build a temple for is gone, this situation can be resolved."
Qingyuan never imagined that a mortal princess would be so audacious as to attempt to kill a god! He barely dodged her blade and tried to leave, but unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the Netherfire Barrier, he felt a burning sensation in his divine essence and was unable to break through!
He was terrified and stared intently at the insignificant god whose divine rank was far inferior to his own.
Who exactly are you?
Although he had long guessed that he was a ghost cultivating the divine path, such powerful magic was something that even he, a newly promoted god, could not do anything about. Could he be some kind of evil ghost at the level of a ghost general?
Zhiwei's eyes were deep and her face expressionless as she looked at Qingyuan. "Who I am is not for you to know. Since Her Highness the Princess wants you dead, you must die."
"Although you are a ghost, you now possess divine essence and are under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Venerable. Aren't you afraid that your actions towards me will be exposed and you will be punished by the Heavenly Venerable?!"
Yun Tianjiao couldn't stand his nonsense and unleashed the Ghost-Slaying Blade Mantra at Qing Yuan without any hesitation.
Zhiwei watched quietly from the sidelines, but whenever Qingyuan tried to retaliate and harm her, Zhiwei would step in to block the attack for her. Or if Qingyuan was outmatched and tried to escape, Zhiwei would pull her back, continuing to serve as a whetstone for the Princess.
It's just like training a dog.
As a result, Yun Tianjiao became even more unrestrained, and even with his mortal body, he quickly made Qing Yuan look disheveled and injured.
Qingyuan grew increasingly frightened, fearing that he might really perish here today. So he became fierce and slammed his palm into the ground with all his might.
The seal of the Netherworld Fire could contain him, but it could not contain his magic. He used the ground as a conduit to release rolling lightning outwards.
Knowing the subtle change in expression, in a flash, they simultaneously released a protective array to shield Yun Tianjiao and cast a spell to block Qing Yuan's lightning pressure, preventing harm to innocent bystanders.
In that instant, Qingyuan seized the opportunity as the sealing power of the Netherworld Ghost Fire weakened and escaped.
Zhiwei's eyes flashed with anger as she prepared to give chase, but Yun Tianjiao stopped her.
"Forget it. If he escapes, he will surely return to the Heavenly Realm to seek protection. If you chase after him with your status, once you are exposed, it will probably ignite another war between the two realms."
Zhiwei remained silent, her gaze falling on the two red finger marks on Yun Tianjiao's neck, her eyes suddenly becoming extremely terrifying.
"Did he do this?"
Yun Tianjiao touched the spot where Qingyuan had pinched him earlier and felt a slight pain, guessing that a bruise must have been left.
"I provoked him, so he must have been driven mad with anger." Yun Tianjiao didn't take it seriously. Even without the Ghost-Slaying Blade and Zhiwei, she was certain that Qingyuan wouldn't dare to hurt her, after all, he was still hoping that Yun Tianqi would build a temple for him.
Zhiwei turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
“I will raze every temple he has built in this world, smash every statue of his, and burn every stick of incense to ashes.”
Zhiwei's tone was calm and even, yet every word he spoke was filled with surging murderous intent.
"Those who dare to harm you will be crushed to ashes, and that will not be enough."
His peach blossom eyes were red at the corners, and his dark eyes were like bottomless pools, which stunned even Yun Tianjiao for a moment.
"There are more important things to do right now, don't waste your energy on him." Yun Tianjiao gently tugged at Zhiwei's sleeve, offering kind words of comfort. "I'm fine."
Zhiwei seemed to sense her cautiousness. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she lowered her eyes to look at the slender hand that was holding her sleeve.
These beautiful hands, which could once wield a sword to cleave the pillar of heaven, can now also strike at the god who is high above her. It can be said that her original intention remains unchanged and her temperament is still the same.
Only in this way can one be worthy of the true position of a god.
Those things nowadays are nothing but bullshit.
"Your Highness, I'm sorry to have frightened you." Zhiwei gently held Yun Tianjiao's hand, carefully examined it to make sure she was not injured, and then gently wiped away the bruise on her neck.
His brows furrowed slightly.
Yun Tianjiao noticed and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You're tainted with his incense scent." Zhiwei's expression was both angry and aggrieved, as if she wanted to chase after him and kill the god again.
Yun Tianjiao sniffed the hem of his sleeve and also showed a look of disgust. "I'm going to change my clothes and take a shower."
Zhiwei's expression finally softened, and her peach blossom eyes welled up with tears. She looked at her with a gentle smile and said, "I am willing to serve Your Highness during your bath."
The two had not seen each other for many days, and their longing for each other had not been relieved because of Qingyuan's matter. Now, their feelings had become uncontrollable.
Yun Tianjiao lay on the edge of the bathtub, her arms out of the water, lazily resting on the rim, as Zhiwei used soap powder mixed with camphor to create fine, snow-white foam, gently washing her back and neck.
She felt warm all over, and her skin, which had been rubbed with the bath sponge, turned red.
The water rippled, reflecting the flickering candlelight inside. The sound of water splashing came from behind. Zhiwei's bare arm encircled her waist, and his hand, holding the bath sponge, wrapped around her to continue washing her chest.
Yun Tianjiao felt a slight itch on the back of her neck; it was Zhiwei gently kissing her as she lowered her head.
His kiss was almost devout, seemingly devoid of lust. He kissed all the way to the spot where Qingyuan had pinched her, then stopped, with only his lips touching her skin.
Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Yun Tianjiao turned to look at him.
Her movements caused ripples to spread across the water, and these ripples were reflected in Zhiwei's beautiful eyes, which held a hint of guilt.
"What's wrong with you?" Yun Tianjiao raised a hand and gently cupped Zhiwei's cheek.
"It was my fault for leaving Your Highness's side, which caused Your Highness to be disturbed."
Yun Tianjiao said, "How can I blame you? As the Lord of the Ghost Realm, you have important matters to handle personally. How can you stay by my side at all times?"
Zhiwei turned her head and kissed her hand, then followed her hand and kissed her wrist and forearm. Finally, she imitated Yun Tianjiao and gently cupped her cheeks with her hand.
“But I should stay by your side at all times.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, the tip of her nose, and her eyebrows. “There is clearly nothing more important than you in this world, yet I still left your side. I deserve to die.”
Yun Tianjiao was so moved by Zhiwei's kiss that his whole body went limp. With a gentle scoop from Zhiwei, he easily sat cross-legged on her.
Zhiwei buried her head in her chest, like a pilgrim worshipping a god, kissing her inch by inch. In the end, she could not restrain herself and looked up at her.
He sought her hand in bed as if praying for divine blessing.
Yun Tianjiao snorted softly, gripped the edge of the bucket, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, his neck arching back uncontrollably, and his entire back arching backward.
Zhiwei couldn't suppress his strong possessiveness, yet he constantly felt a sense of blasphemy and immorality. This contradictory feeling was both painful and exciting, making him even more excited, and his desire for her never subsided.
Finally, Yun Tianjiao was too exhausted and could only lie back down by the tub. Zhiwei picked him up from behind, and he didn't know how much time had passed. In a daze, he felt himself being carried out of the water and lying back on the warm bed. "Has Your Highness been troubled by that curse?"
In a half-dream, half-awake state, she heard Zhiwei whispering softly in her ear, like lovers cuddling.
"Don't forget, I am the Lord of the Ghost Realm. Even if you come, I will not accept you. Others curse you to live past nineteen, but I will make sure you live to be a hundred, shining as brightly as the sun and moon."
In a daze, Yun Tianjiao thought that if she lived to be a hundred years old, wouldn't she become an old lady with white hair and a wrinkled face? Then she could walk side by side with Zhiwei and lie that he was her beloved grandson.
She was amused by the absurd idea and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly, but before her smile could fully unfold, her mouth was sealed by a pair of cool lips, and she could no longer laugh.
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