Immediately assume office
drew the intricately carved, hollow peachwood sword from my satchel. The sword's qi pierced through Lianhun's chest, and he writhed on the ground, howling as if being burned by sulfuric acid.Lin Yan h...Jiang Qiyun!
The young boy said that Jiang Qiyun might be confined to her room for reflection for two or three days.
I think this is not excessive, after all, Taiyi Zhenren and Ziwei the Great Emperor, this "biological father" of Jiang Qiyun, protecting him like this, is really "shameless".
Perhaps it's presumptuous of me to say this, but these two revered deities have always held Jiang Qiyun in high esteem, satisfaction, and affection. As a result, they have also shown me much more leniency.
But I didn't expect this time of confinement and reflection to be so short.
We were just finishing up our gossip, and he's already back...uh, no, he drove himself back in a carriage!
Jiang Qiyun's clothes fluttered in the wind, her face cold and pale with a hint of suppressed anger.
He arrived alone, with only one carriage and himself at the front. He stood there, holding the reins in one hand, as his steed galloped towards them at lightning speed.
He reined in his horse outside Shantang, his gaze sweeping over me one by one, then turning to the child and Bai Wu Chang.
"You're quick on your feet," he said, frowning at the child.
The little boy chuckled, "I wouldn't want the Little Lady and the Underworld gods to panic... I've spent time in the Underworld after all..."
Jiang Qiyun hummed softly, taking something out from her sleeve and gently tossing it to Bai Wu Chang.
"Oh~~~ This is the first time Your Majesty has brought gifts to his subordinates when going to the Upper Realm... What's this" Bai Wuchang's slender fingers pinched a small octagonal brocade box and looked at it.
"The Purple Micro Elder said you have merit, and this seat bestowed upon you. This seat is too lazy to wait for the messengers, fragrant flowers and umbrellas, so I just took it directly," Jiang Qiyun said lightly.
Bai Wu Chang raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, languidly bowed towards the north and said, "Anything bestowed by the Jade Emperor must be something extraordinary~~~"
Hmph, listening to his tone, he doesn't take this thing seriously at all.
The little boy nudged him and whispered, "Seventh Uncle, Seventh Uncle, take a look! It might be some kind of treasure!"
Bai Wu Chang was still in his usual nonchalant manner. I felt he was the true big boss of the Underworld.
He's always lazy and unmotivated, bullying his colleagues (especially new hires like me), and he has this sly three-part evil, seven-part mischievous look towards superiors and those in charge.
He lifted his hand and opened the box. Inside, a round object glowed with a crimson light.
"Oh my, oh my..." the little boy exclaimed with some surprise, "This thing although not particularly valuable, is not easily given to celestial immortals or gods of all sizes! The Jade Emperor actually bestowed one upon you!"
What is this, so special I stood on my tiptoes to get a better look, but who could blame me for not seeing clearly White Wuchang was so tall and liked to float around.
"Mu Xia Qiao." Jiang Qiyun's cold voice rang out, causing me to reflexively shiver.
He frowned slightly and said, "…Get in the car."
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In domineering president romance novels, the male leads who would say this kind of thing are probably either wealthy and gentle or domineering and cunning.
But the Emperor before me...
It's cold.
A gust of wind whipped around my ears, blowing so hard that I could only cling tightly to the pillar of the carriage canopy, fearing it would sweep me away and drop me into the perilous mountains below.
And before me stood a super-sized ice cube radiating an intensely frigid aura, chilling me to the bone.
I strained to keep my balance, letting go of his hand ever so slightly. When the carriage was moving smoothly, I leapt forward and hugged Jiang Qiyun's waist.
Actually, Jiang Qiyun was right. A thousand words and endless brainstorming are no match for the effectiveness of whispered encouragement between a married couple.
Actually, Jiang Qiyun's figure was slender, with a long waist and back. I hugged him tightly, pressing my hands against his lower abdomen, burying my face in his back.
"Sorry, I'm such an idiot," I mumbled, not even sure if he could hear me.
He should have heard me, I felt his shoulders, slightly loosen some of the tension, his body become more pliable.
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Amidst the throng of carriages, he remained silent until he flew back to the platform before the Yinjingtian Palace.
Those paper-thin maidservants, respectful and gentle, led the carriage away and for us lifted the silk curtains of the inner room.
I looked at him, the slightly open window, and even the fiery red of the chrysanthemums couldn't warm his profile.
"I'm sorry..." I continued to apologize.
"...Don't say that again." Jiang Qiyun's voice was cold, but I could feel the suppressed anger in him.
I don't know how to comfort him—he doesn't need comforting.
In this situation, words seem a bit superfluous. How can I let him vent his anger I feel that speaking while standing isn't as good as…
Rather... *cough* ... speak while lying down.
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The Heavenly Emperor having comprehended the Supreme Emptiness, shouldn't be so obviously concerned with personal feelings and lose sight of greater righteousness.
He has always been so cold and detached, making me feel that he doesn't love deeply.
Even in the intimacy of their shared bedchamber, he never lost his composure or descended into despair.
But today, as I brushed past his shoulder, I actually felt a dampness.
"...You, you're sweating" I tried to keep my breathing calm.
Jiang Qiyun was originally silent, but when he heard my question, he turned his head and suddenly chuckled: "Sweat This is probably saliva from the little dough ball under me"
Oh my gosh! When did I ever bite you!
"Don't try to deny it, the teeth marks are still there." Jiang Qiyun seemed to be in a better mood. He pinched and squeezed me while speaking to me.
I haphazardly wiped him with my hand, must have been when I was half-asleep. When he pressed down, I bit him.
"...It was my fault, I put you in danger." He suddenly said heavily.
It's very rare to see the Emperor yielding.
Such words brought him a measure of comfort, he let out a soft sigh, his cool lips brushing against my forehead.
His lips traced along my brow, nose, and down to gently tease my lip.
I thought he would say something self-reproachful, but who knew he'd coolly press his lips against mine and say —
"Tomorrow, I will go to receive the equipment from the Yinchai. I must learn how... to do my duty well."
“...”
"Actually, I wouldn't be lacking one less shadow spirit, it's just that the Great God wants to protect you..." Jiang Qiyun patted my head, straightened up, and took something out of the clothes he had thrown at the foot of the bed.
It was a very small copper talisman of yin and yang, one side polished like a mirror.
"What's this..." I sat up, puzzled.
"You don't even recognize yin and yang, the Eight Trigrams" Jiang Qiyun frowned.
Of course I know that. The question is, what kind of magical treasure is this
Jiang Qiyun took the small bronze mirror and compared it against my chest, shaking his head. "Not good-looking," he said. "Your neck is only suitable for this lord's seal."
"...I'm not being honest here, am I" I whispered.
Jiang Qiyun nodded and said, "Then this Yin-Yang copper talisman should be worn on the wrist. You can weave it yourself."
"Hmm." I carefully took it and put it in the small backpack by my bed.
I looked down at my wrist. The puncture mark from the needle now looked like a pinprick.
I hurriedly told Jiang Qiyun, “By the way, Chong Mo said that a powerful demon lord from the Demon Realm took some of my blood. He claimed it was some kind of pact… It's like being a slave or sacrificial offering, with my mind and body belonging to him…”
I have been completely honest and upfront. I thought that Jiang Qiyun would scold me if he heard this.
Then Jiang Qiyun let out a cold snort: "Body and soul Your body and soul, including your spirit, all belong to this seat... From tomorrow onwards, you will serve me at the Palace of the Underworld King except for the time you walk between the realms of yin and yang."
“......”
> but that very formal Zhongshan suit! My goodness!How many young people today know the meaning of a suit How many young men can wear it with presenceStand-up collar, front opening, five buttons...Four...