Xuan Yi had never imagined that those free and carefree times together would truly be delayed until much, much later.

Perhaps because she was ultimately not a truly newborn Zhuyin dragon deity, after the first dragon scale grew, the remaining dragon scales grew several times faster than before. It took less than ten thousand years to grow back completely.

Following closely after came the invitation from Goddess Wangshu.

That was also the last time Xuan Yi saw her, beneath the richly fragrant osmanthus tree in Wenhua Hall on an autumn day. The formerly transcendently icy Goddess Wangshu had become countless times more haggard, with white hair actually growing in clusters by her temples.

For her to be this haggard, could it be for Shenjun Feilian? After thinking it over, Xuan Yi ultimately didn’t ask.

After handing the divine seal to Xuan Yi, Goddess Wangshu seemed to have unloaded some heavy burden, saying lightly: “Finally waited for the princess to arrive. I can leave Wangshu Palace, this place of heartbreak.”

Seeing Xuan Yi quietly watching her, a trace of melancholy and unhappy smile appeared on her face: “When Feilian was alive, I had no feelings at all. After he perished to save me, I think of him every day instead. Princess, I now deeply envy those who can be mutually in love with their beloved. Be a good Wangshu. Farewell.”

…Meaning she only developed feelings after Shenjun Feilian perished? Then she must be the world’s number one heartbroken person.

Xuan Yi silently watched her thin figure disappear outside Wenhua Hall. At this moment, thinking of that Shenjun Feilian from very long ago with his wild mass of white hair and explosive temper, she suddenly felt he wasn’t so detestable after all.

Tai Yao, who held office in Wenhua Hall, handed her Wangshu’s succession documents and said with a smile: “Junior martial sister, Wangshu has always needed a Feilian divine envoy to lead the way when driving the moon. However, Goddess Wangshu has refused to appoint a new Feilian these years, and right now there’s no way to select a suitable one in a short time. Moreover… just leave this troublesome matter to those divine officials of Wangshu Palace. Don’t worry, first go infuse divine power into the three-legged silver toad.”

The last time she went to Wangshu Palace was when she was still at Mingxing Hall. Many years had passed, and this place was still the same.

Xuan Yi walked around the outer hall. The enormous flowerpots in the four corners had originally been filled with Shenjun Feilian’s moon sand, but with his demise, the moon sand was also gone. The flowerpots were empty.

Oh right, she and Fucang had close-quarters hand-to-hand combat here. Her braid was grabbed by him, his chin was bitten by her, and she kicked his chest countless times.

Back then he was still the “avenges every slight” member of the Huaxu Clan.

After the female divine officials led her into the great hall, she saw the long bricks laid on the ground were actually in black and white colors. After extending a long distance, they each separated. The black brick road led to a pitch-black palace structure, while the white brick road led to a pale palace structure that seemed piled from faint pale moonlight.

At the end where the spacious brick path forked was an incomparably enormous palace gate. The female divine officials respectfully introduced to her: “Goddess Wangshu, please look. This Changye Palace here is where the Feilian divine envoy resides. This Yuehua Palace is where the goddess will live from now on. Behind this door is where the three-legged silver toad dwells. After the goddess infuses it with power, it will live attached to the goddess’s yin-cold power. The Wangshu position isn’t difficult. Every day at the hour of You, drive the moon out; at the hour of Mao, drive the moon back. The three-legged silver toad is mischievous by nature—goddess just needs to prevent it from jumping off the carriage.”

Suddenly, this newly appointed Goddess Wangshu asked lazily: “You still haven’t told me, how do I drive the carriage? From where to where, and how fast should I go?”

The female divine officials laughed: “This is the Feilian divine envoy’s responsibility. The goddess need not worry.”

Didn’t they say there’s still no new Feilian divine envoy? Xuan Yi was too lazy to say more. Anyway, when it got dark in a bit and the moon couldn’t go out, it wouldn’t be her fault.

The enormous palace housing the three-legged silver toad was opened. Within the entirely deep blue palace, there was nothing else—only a pool of green jade several zhang in radius. Within the pool, ghostly light flowed wantonly—it was actually filled with the essence of moonlight. The three-legged silver toad moon hopped around inside. Seeming to sense the yin-cold divine power on Xuan Yi’s body, it immediately joyfully hopped toward her.

No matter how clean, translucent, and beautiful it looked, it was still a toad. Xuan Yi disgustedly pinched its head with one hand. After infusing divine power, she quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands. The deeply wounded moon weakly sank into the essence of moonlight. It rarely wanted some peace and quiet.

The female divine officials brought forth Wangshu’s ceremonial robes, respectfully saying: “Goddess, please bathe and change clothes. The hour of You approaches.”

Light blue thin gauze wrapped around her body, fine scattered silver tassels covering her eyes. Xuan Yi specifically looked in the bright mirror for a long while. When the previous Goddess Wangshu dressed like this, it could be called transcendently icy. When she wore it, somehow it always had an extra layer of seductiveness.

The divine seal was carefully tied to her wrist by the female divine officials. Leaving Yuehua Palace, the moon-driving long carriage was already prepared. Shaped like a half-circle, without carriage walls, Xuan Yi boarded the carriage. Seeing the three-legged silver toad hopping around on it, she only swept it one glance and it immediately wilted, obediently shrinking by her feet without moving.

“This is the first time seeing the three-legged silver toad this well-behaved.” The female divine officials gave dry laughs. Well yes, having the Zhuyin Clan serve as Wangshu was really a bit of overkill.

Xuan Yi rested her chin on her hand, leisurely watching the gorgeous red sunset clouds at the sky’s edge. A bit bored, she decided to bring a book on the carriage to read starting tomorrow.

From Changye Palace, several divine officials suddenly emerged, surrounding a shenjun wearing ink-black divine envoy ceremonial robes who gracefully walked out. The female divine officials by the carriage immediately bowed deeply in reverence. Xuan Yi’s eyes went completely round, her mouth also half-opened in astonishment, staring dumbfounded as this particularly familiar-looking shenjun wearing Feilian divine envoy robes elegantly and gracefully boarded the long carriage, then crouched beside her. He used his fingertips to lift aside the fine silver tassels covering her eyes and quietly examined her. After a moment passed, he said in a low voice: “Don’t wear this outfit when you’re not driving the moon.”

She reached out to cup his face and look left and right, murmuring in shock: “I’m not seeing wrong, am I? Not being a war general anymore, you ran here to be Feilian?” He didn’t even tell her in advance.

Fucang smiled and pressed her to sit on the soft cushion: “We’ll talk later. It took me an entire afternoon just to learn how to be Feilian.”

An entire afternoon! He came to Wangshu Palace even earlier than her! This liar—before, when he sent her back to Zhongshan, he said he could come see her every day, but each time it was every three or four days before he could come. With great difficulty her dragon scales grew complete, and then there was some fierce beast causing trouble in the lower realm. She hadn’t seen him for nearly a year, yet he quietly ran over here to hide and do something like being Feilian.

The long carriage broke through the cloud sea, pursuing along the traces of the sunset. Fucang’s ink-black ceremonial robes fluttered and danced. Inch by inch, night seemed to burst forth from his body, washing away the bright and gorgeous colors of the sunset glow.

A hand quietly grasped his long sleeve from behind. He turned his head. The newly appointed Goddess Wangshu wrapped in light blue thin gauze had already stood beside him.

“Not being a war general anymore?” She softly asked once more.

Fucang shook his head: “I’ll rush here before the hour of You every day.”

Too exhausting. Xuan Yi lowered her head, slowly gripping his hand.

That curtain of fine silver tassels gently swayed. Below were plump and gorgeous lips. When she wore this Wangshu ceremonial robe, not a trace of transcendent icy bearing could be seen. Instead it was full of an unusual allure. The light blue thin gauze was practically stuck to her body.

He really didn’t want another shenjun to accompany her day and night, and really didn’t want her appearance to be seen by any other shenjun. Time spent together was always brief and fleeting. Then at least from now on, they would be together every night. Interfering with heaven and earth’s responsibilities—after all these years, his audacity was still this great. It seemed there really was no saving him.

Fucang brushed aside the hair tangled with the silver tassels on her face and asked: “Since you’ve become Goddess Wangshu, why aren’t you watching the three-legged silver toad?”

If the moon jumped off the carriage on the very first day, that would be too terrible.

Xuan Yi pointed to the back. The pitiful three-legged silver toad moon was forcibly frozen to the carriage by Zhuyin White Snow. Its two silver-gleaming large eyes were full of tears.

Fucang took a deep breath. When it came to recklessness, she was forever superior by one measure.

The night was dark as ink, the moonlight like frost. Gradually, the sky’s edge revealed translucent morning light like pale ink smoke on water.

The first night passed peacefully. The newly appointed Goddess Wangshu and the temporarily substituting Feilian Shenjun extremely perfectly completed the moon-driving journey. Except for that internally wounded three-legged silver toad—its tears sprinkled throughout the long sky, all night long.

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