White Jade Capital, Moon Palace.
Today was the day when His Highness the Crown Prince Feng Xuan came out of seclusion. The White Jade Capital, which had been quiet for a long time, was bustling with excitement.
Even the Moon Palace, which was usually not frequented by people, was now bustling with activity.
Jing Yu had been standing at the entrance of the Moon Palace, waiting for almost half an incense stick’s worth of time.
The Moon Palace, as the name suggests, was a palace that could be seen in the moon when mortals looked up at it.
The master of the Moon Palace was the female monarch Taiyin, who controlled the fate of all things in the mortal world. (TL: Taiyin ‘太阴’=lunar; moon)
Under female monarch Taiyin, there was a beloved female disciple named Yue’e, who had been Feng Xuan’s playmate since childhood.
Jing Yu was waiting here for Yue’e. Today, he and Yue’e had agreed not to go to the Lingxiao Palace for the banquet first.
Instead, they would go to the divine wutong tree under the Qifeng Palace to see if Feng Xuan had woken up today.
Over the past two hundred years, the two of them had done this countless times.
After all, the entire White Jade Capital, and even the Three Realms, thought that Feng Xuan was in seclusion.
Only the Emperor and Jing Yu, and Yue’e, who had been told by Jing Yu when he had no other choice, knew.
The little crown prince of the Ninth Heaven was not in seclusion.
He clearly had descended to the mortal world a hundred years ago to experience tribulations, but unfortunately, his primordial spirit had been destroyed.
For the past two hundred years, he had been nourishing his primordial spirit with the divine soul lamp in the Qifeng Palace.
And he had done all this for a man in the mortal world.
When Yue’e heard the truth, she was so shocked that she was not okay.
The Moon Palace was in charge of the mortal world’s marriage fate, so Yue’e had seen many stories of infatuated men and women, scum men and stupid women, and dog-blood love stories. Most of the love stories were watched when she was bored, together with Feng Xuan.
They had also watched those gods who, for the sake of mortals, shaved off their immortal bones and stripped off their divine status.
They jumped down into the Biluo River just to fight for a hundred years of time, all kinds of gossip in the hevenly realm.
At that time, the two of them also ridiculed how there could be idiots in this world who would exchange their lives for love.
She thought that she and Feng Xuan were both clear-headed little gods who valued life more than love.
But she didn’t expect that.
The love brain was right beside me.
When Yue’e first heard about it, she was angry.
It felt like a good friend who had agreed to be single together, but unexpectedly, the other party secretly got out of being single behind her back.
But when she saw Feng Xuan sleeping under the divine soul lamp with a pale face, Yue’e’s anger instantly turned into anger towards that mortal man.
This forced man had better be handsome, shocking the heavens and making the ghosts cry, otherwise, for him, her baby making himself like this, she, Yue’e, would be the first to kill down to the mortal world!!
However, Yue’e’s anger also turned into worry as Feng Xuan’s sleep time grew longer and longer.
Although the Emperor had said that the divine soul lamp could nourish Feng Xuan’s soul, waiting for him to wake up one day.
But it’s been two hundred years, and Feng Xuan has no sign of waking up at all.
Even the Emperor believed in some ghost method from somewhere, thinking that holding a celebration banquet might wake up Feng Xuan.
It has to be said that sometimes Yue’e really feels that her baby is definitely the Emperor’s own, this identical stupid beauty brain circuit, is not something ordinary people can think of.
It’s said to be a celebration of coming out of seclusion.
But the real protagonist today will not appear at the banquet.
“Brother Jing Yu, do you think Precious Ling will really not wake up?”
On the way to Qifeng Palace, Yue’e was genuinely worried.
Although she used to love to ridicule Feng Xuan, this salted fish, who was either eating or sleeping in Qifeng Palace every day, adhering to her principle of birds eating as heaven, or running to the wutong divine tree to bask in the sun.
Out of the twelve hours, ten hours were spent sleeping soundly.
But she never thought that Feng Xuan would have a time when he fell into a deep sleep for a hundred years.
Jing Yu also had a helpless look on his face. “The Emperor only said that Ling’er will wake up, but he didn’t say when. We wait slowly, a god’s life is very long.”
After hearing this, Yue’e suddenly had a strange thought. “Brother Jing Yu, do you think Precious Ling will be that kind of script? That is, the kind of princess who has been sleeping in the palace and needs the kiss of the true son of heaven to wake up…Ouch!”
Then she was flicked on the head by Jing Yu.
Jing Yu laughed. “If there really is such a love as you said in the world, then what red line do you need to pull in your Moon Palace?”
Yue’e rubbed her head. “I just said it casually, how do you know there isn’t, Brother Jing Yu. Doing our line of work as gods, we have to believe that the only miracle in this world is true love, understand?”
However, Yue’e didn’t really believe the ghost words she had made up.
If there really is such a possibility of awakening, then it can only be said to be a couple chosen by heaven, the kind that can’t be separated even by thunder.
This kind of destined fairy fate that only exists in rumors, even cutting off the thread of affection is useless.
Just wait for the next meeting, when they meet again.
The thread of affection will also spread like a wildfire, passing through all things in the world, mountains, moons, stars and rivers, entwining the desolate heart sea.
****
So to say, the ideal is full, the reality is always very skinny.
And in Yue’e’s mouth, that crown prince who was sleeping in the palace.
The first thing he saw when he woke up was not the true son of heaven who was about to kiss him awake, but a thief who was stealing his lamp with a cold dead face.
Probably because Feng Xuan had been sleeping for too long, so after opening his eyes, he was stunned for a while and didn’t react to what had happened.
His memory was now a mess, he only remembered that not long after he fell asleep, he accidentally broke his own divine soul lamp.
The next second, when he opened his eyes again.
He had already slept under the wutong divine tree.
This sleep was as ordinary as every nap he had taken over the past thousands of years.
But he didn’t know why, the moment he woke up again, his eyes were unconsciously a little sour, and he even wanted to cry.
Then in the next second, he saw the thief in front of him who was stealing his lamp.
He said how he inexplicably wanted to cry, woke up and saw someone stealing his things, and it was his natal soul lamp.
It looks like he should have cried out of anger.
Qi Zhuoyu also didn’t expect that when he took the soul lamp halfway, the person sleeping under the lamp would wake up.
He had just checked this person’s primordial spirit, which was almost completely shattered and extremely weak.
The threat to him was probably like, even if he fought back, it felt like an ant had bitten him on the back of his hand.
So Qi Zhuoyu didn’t take him seriously at all, even if he saw Feng Xuan wake up, he didn’t bother to cover up.
He still very unscrupulously and simply and brutally stuffed the soul lamp into his arms.
Feng Xuan: ?
Misunderstood.
It turns out it’s not stealing the lamp, it’s robbing it in front of him.
…What kind of species is this lawless madman?
As the Crown Prince of the White Jade Capital, Feng Xuan had grown up with many people clustered around him.
There had never been a time when he had been so blatantly ignored.
Especially this man, who came from an unknown origin, broke into the Qifeng Palace and stole the Divine Soul Lamp.
Any crime could directly throw him down into the Biluo River. And this kind of small thief, if he fell down, he would definitely be annihilated, dead without a trace.
Feng Xuan was about to show some divine dignity, to expel him, and by the way, hoped that he would turn back, return from the wrong path.
This man looked human and dog-like, but why do things like sneaking around? (TL: human and dog-like=pretending to be what one is not)
But unexpectedly, before he could speak.
In the main hall of the Qifeng Palace, Yue’e’s voice came.
“Precious Ling Precious Ling Bao! Brother Jing Yu and I are here to see you!”
As soon as the words fell, Feng Xuan felt a bad feeling in his heart.
He had read quite a few scripts in the mortal world, this kind of villain who wanted to be unruly in other people’s homes.
If it wasn’t discovered, it would be fine, but once it was discovered by others, wouldn’t it immediately reveal its true colors and kill the gods and silence them?
Sure enough, after hearing the sound, Qi Zhuoyu showed a trace of impatience on his face.
If it were his previous character, he could have ignored it and started killing directly.
It belonged to the kind of solution where one would kill one and kill a pair if they came.
But the tragic lesson a hundred years ago that almost shattered his liver and gallbladder, made him also learn to be cautious and steady in the long years.
Just like when he tore the barrier just now, he repaired the barrier into an undiscovered state.
So, Qi Zhuoyu did not choose to kill Jing Yu and Yue’e.
Instead, he glanced at Feng Xuan, making Feng Xuan’s heart jump, and inexplicably had a bad premonition.
The next moment, he felt himself being grabbed by the arm and picked up, and Feng Xuan was pinched unconscious before he had time to shout.
The next moment, his whole person was shrunk into a thin paper man and was collected into Qi Zhuoyu’s sleeve.
What replaced was “him” still sleeping under the wutong divine tree again.
It was a paper man that looked exactly like him and could almost be mistaken for the real thing.
Then, Qi Zhuoyu’s figure disappeared from the Qifeng Palace.
Yue’e only took a look not far from the wutong tree, after all, the further one went into the Qifeng Palace, the more killing arrays there were.
Even if they were gods, they dared not step wrong casually.
From a distance, she only saw Feng Xuan still sleeping under the wutong tree.
Yue’e sighed, knowing that he wouldn’t wake up today as well.
Turning her head, Yue’e saw Jing Yu staring at the array under his feet, looking thoughtful.
She opened her mouth. “Brother Jing Yu, what’s wrong?”
Jing Yu withdrew his gaze, he just felt that this array seemed a bit wrong.
But where exactly is wrong, he can’t say.
Thinking about it, maybe he was overthinking.
After all, the barrier of the Qifeng Palace was personally laid out by the Emperor, and no one in the Three Realms could break through them.
“It’s nothing. Maybe Brother Jing Yu is overthinking.”
****
When he woke up again, Feng Xuan felt like he was sleeping in a wind vent.
He tried hard to open his eyes and look at the environment around him, and found that he was not in the wind vent, but sleeping in the sleeve of the little thief just now.
He dared to boldly turn himself, the Crown Prince of the White Jade Capital, into a paper man and kidnap him from the Qifeng Palace.
And, Feng Xuan didn’t even know where he was going to take him, this man flew too fast, shrinking the ground into an inch, and in the blink of an eye, he was thousands of miles away.
He didn’t know how long it had been before Feng Xuan felt the man stop and land on the ground.
Then he flicked his sleeve, and he fell out of his sleeve without any image.
If he hadn’t stood firm in time, he would probably have fallen to the ground.
Feng Xuan was dizzy and barely stood up before looking at the scenery around him.
It seemed that he was no longer in the White Jade Capital of the Divine Realm, and everywhere here was gloomy, why did it look so much like the legendary Chaotic Sea?
After throwing him down, Qi Zhuoyu ignored him and walked towards the Zhujian Xiaozhu with the Divine Soul Lamp.
