When they left Tuxiang Mountain, it was already the third day. Fucang’s expression wasn’t particularly good. Although the Heaven and Earth in Harmony wine combined with the incense in the guest chamber being aphrodisiacs was just Tuxiang Mountain’s little indulgence, fundamentally meant to please the guests, it hadn’t pleased him. His Majesty Qinghua Dijun felt quite dissatisfied with his own insufficiently resolute willpower.

The Dragon Princess was sleeping soundly in his embrace. After drinking one cup of strong liquor, she still hadn’t been able to sleep properly, and by the end she had been so exhausted she’d bitten down directly.

And then there was her clothing… Fucang looked down at her. What she wore wrapped around her was his own azure outer robe—the previous lotus robe had been torn apart by him and could no longer be worn.

It seemed this was still one of her most favorite garments recently.

After so many years, Fucang again developed emotions bordering on chagrin that he’d only had in his youth.

Even more chagrined were the snake women of Tuxiang Mountain and the newly enthroned Snake Empress. They had originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to capture the long-coveted Fucang, or at the very least, sketch his unclothed appearance to make into booklets and distribute throughout the upper realms, sullying the reputation of this Dijun who had always remained high and aloof.

In the end, the artists had all been found, but the meticulous Qinghua Dijun had still erected a barrier—they simply couldn’t get close. When entering the guest chamber he was impeccably dressed, and when leaving the guest chamber he was still impeccably dressed. This so infuriated Tuxiang Mountain that when seeing the guests off, they wished they could devour him alive with their glares.

When Xuan Yi awoke, what met her eyes was the boundless and vast firmament—blue sky and bright sun, splendid and translucent. She seemed to be lying in a boat, swaying and rocking, the oars stirring the water with a gurgling sound.

She stirred slightly, and the arms that had been holding her the entire time supported her to sit up. Fucang’s deep voice rarely carried a trace of hesitation: “Are you alright?”

No, her problems were quite serious.

Xuan Yi first looked at the azure outer robe on her body. Her most beloved garment had become fragments, and moreover, her whole body was both tired and aching. His unrestrained wildness that hadn’t appeared in many years had truly shattered her.

Most hateful of all was that he had actually used trickery to forcibly make her drink wine, causing her to not even taste what Tuxiang Mountain’s Yin-Yang Harmony Cakes were like!

Xuan Yi coldly exhaled a breath. Suddenly, a food box was brought before her. The lid was opened—inside were two rows of neatly arranged, black-and-white alternating, exquisite refreshments. It was precisely the Yin-Yang Harmony Cakes. The enthusiastic snake women had even gifted a large package of Tuxiang Mountain’s specialty Gold-Silver Thread Tea.

That breath immediately became warm. She obediently leaned back into Fucang’s embrace, curling up lazily like a cat: “…I’m fine, but you must compensate me with ten garments.”

…As long as one found the right approach, the Dragon Princess was actually quite docile.

Fucang carefully combed her disheveled long hair until it was neat, secured it with the golden circlet, and lovingly kissed her hair.

Xuan Yi looked around. They really were on a small wooden boat. All around was a calm, boundless sea. With one stroke of the oar, the ferryman sent the little boat silently drifting forward dozens of miles. In the extreme distance, the outline of an immortal island that merged with the colors of sea and sky was faintly visible.

“Are we going to find the Reverse Life Incense?” she asked.

Fucang shook his head: “These things that bring the dead back to life and go against the natural way of heaven are all strictly guarded. Just looking is fine.”

Fine, going anywhere was fine. Just casually looking at anything was acceptable. As long as she was with him, nothing mattered.

The small wooden boat docked at the immortal island’s shore. Fucang pulled Xuan Yi onto land.

Because the Sea of离恨 could never be returned to, only the Three Lives Stone shore remaining as a lovers’ destination could no longer satisfy the needs of the gods. For a period of time, that place was simply overrun with gods—one careless step could startle three or four pairs of lovers. Everyone found it rather unbearable. Gradually, the gods discovered that the scenery of the various immortal islands on the four seas was also quite nice. The Three Lives Stone shore was finally no longer crowded with gods.

Among the immortal islands, Juku Island wasn’t particularly beloved by the gods. Because of the Reverse Life Incense’s reputation, the place had heavy guard. The Divine Bird Mountain scenery also wasn’t particularly gorgeous. After Xuan Yi walked along the forest’s pebble path for a while, she hadn’t seen many celestials come here to play.

“Come this way.” Fucang gently tugged at her.

The mountain winding path was right before them. The Dragon Princess seemed unable to walk quickly, swaying slowly behind. She hadn’t been like this before—she must be physically uncomfortable. She never said anything, pretending as if nothing was wrong.

“Come.” Fucang lifted her horizontally in his arms. The previously overflowing chagrin, regret, and countless apologies returned. “I’m sorry—I hurt you, didn’t I?”

The Princess arrogantly turned her head to look at the scenery: “How could the Zhuyin Clan feel pain?”

Still the same as always. He blew away the fallen leaves on her hair and walked at an unhurried pace. When they reached the mountain summit, they saw that right in the center was actually a natural white jade pool shaped like a leaf. The water accumulated in the pool was azure blue, appearing quite brilliant amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

“Oh, this place is nice.” Xuan Yi struggled free of him, walked to the pool’s edge to look, and stood at the cliff’s edge gazing at the distant interwoven emerald and unified colors of sea and sky. “Have you been here before?”

He seemed to know the way—she couldn’t help but be a bit surprised.

The azure robe hem spread out by the pool’s edge. Fucang sat cross-legged on the spotlessly clean white jade platform: “When I was six thousand years old, Mother failed to pass the Hundred Reincarnations Tribulation. I once came alone to Juku Island wanting to obtain the Reverse Life Incense, but later I learned it could only bring mortals back from the dead.”

Xuan Yi sat beside him, using her hand to stir the azure pool water. It was icy cold to the touch. She thought for a moment before asking: “Why did she cross the Hundred Reincarnations Tribulation?”

Successfully completing the Hundred Reincarnations Tribulation meant one’s true nature would not perish—like Baize Dijun, with an extremely long lifespan, almost as long as heaven itself. If one’s will wasn’t extremely resolute, this would not only fail to be an achievement, but would instead be a torment.

Fucang spoke gently: “Although Mother truly loved Father and me, she also had her own pursuits. Father should have greatly admired her for this. It’s precisely because of this that regardless of whether she succeeded or not, Father would protect her to the end.”

Xuan Yi sighed: “His Majesty Qing Di is truly wonderful.”

Fucang tapped her forehead: “You should call him Father.”

She laughed and hugged his arm, tilting her head to look up at him: “Mm, both His Majesty Qing Di are wonderful.”

Courting death and sweet words—the Dragon Princess’s two great special skills.

Fucang stroked her long hair. Her translucent and full cheeks looked almost three shades whiter than the clouds and mist at the mountain peak. Even though she was casually wearing his outer robe, she still exuded charm, pure and graceful in beauty. Or perhaps he just liked seeing her wear his clothes.

She lay down, curling up in his embrace, her hands beginning to mold white snow again. He simply lay down as well, propping his chin to watch her mold the white snow into various strange and peculiar things. He didn’t know how much time had passed when he gradually fell asleep.

In the silence, Fucang seemed to hear the rustling sound of the leaves on those towering trees in Qing Di Palace’s courtyard, as if a light rain were falling.

Then, he had a dream.

In the dream, Qing Di Palace’s lush green mountains and waters were like poetry and painting. By the crystal-clear Chengjiang Lake shore, there suddenly appeared a small figure playing alone. He couldn’t help walking toward him. That small figure opened his arms and happily rushed toward him. He immediately embraced him.

Fucang opened his eyes. The lingering aura of the spiritual dream remained. In his heart, he actually had an unprecedented feeling of extreme peace and joy.

He lowered his head. The Dragon Princess was also sleeping obediently in his embrace, her long hair spread out, both hands resting on her chest. The sky over Juku Island was approaching evening, with rosy clouds stretching for miles, all condensing on the tips of her upturned eyelashes.

All sounds were silent.

In the sixtieth year after the grand wedding, the spiritual dream descended. It was his spiritual dream, meaning their first child would be of Huaxu Clan blood.

Fucang leaned down, brushed aside the long hair on Xuan Yi’s face, and carefully kissed her flushed cheeks and thick eyelashes. She opened her eyes in bewilderment, then softly pushed him away, murmuring with lingering fatigue: “…No more.”

But he held her tightly, burying his face in her long hair. After a long while, he said in a low voice: “I just had a spiritual dream descend.”