The Imperial Garden.
Clusters of flowers bloomed in full splendor, their vibrant colors and fragrances competing with each other. Tiny, shimmering lights danced among the petals, creating a dreamlike scene.
Dongfang Liuli, dressed in a simple white dress, picked a flower bud and brought it to her nose for a gentle sniff. Sister Qiong, having reverted to her original appearance, widened her curious eyes, taking in the beauty of the garden.
“The mighty ruler of the Divine City, acting like a child who’s never seen the world,” Dongfang Liuli couldn’t help but laugh, her smile radiant.
For now, their grudges were set aside. The two women, like sisters, no longer exchanged sharp words.
Moreover, both were prodigies of the world—one a natural deity, the other the youngest cultivator in the Morning Glow Realm. They admired and respected each other.
Sister Qiong snapped out of her daze, forcefully retracting her gaze and suppressing her curiosity, feigning disinterest as she said, “Hmph, I just think your taste is quite common.”
She would never admit her suffering. Even after enduring tens of thousands of years, the only bright spot in her life was meeting the Sword Saint Grandfather. After that, loneliness was her only companion.
She rarely left the Ancient Divine City, and when she did, it was to seek news of the Sword Saint Grandfather, never to admire the world’s beauty.
Her life was dull and uninteresting, her lifelong wish tied to waiting for the Sword Saint Grandfather.
Dongfang Liuli smiled but didn’t expose the obvious lie. She continued picking flower buds, placing them in the basket she carried, silently planning to dry some flowers herself and give them to Meng Qingzhou.
No!
She should have the Empress give them to Meng Qingzhou!
“Hey, can I stay in the Imperial Capital of Great Jin?” Sister Qiong suddenly asked.
Dongfang Liuli paused, turned back, and frowned, “What do you think? How can one allow others to snore beside their bed, especially when you are a deity?”
Sister Qiong, lonely yet proud, crossed her arms and said, “Wherever the Sword Saint Grandfather is, that’s where I’ll be. Don’t misunderstand; I’m not asking for your opinion, just informing you.”
However, as she said this, her golden vertical pupils wavered, showing a hint of worry.
“Suit yourself,” Dongfang Liuli thought for a moment and didn’t refuse again.
Not to mention the constraints of the Heavenly Dao oath, even if Sister Qiong harbored ill intentions, Dongfang Liuli was not afraid! She had the confidence to slay a god!
“Phew…” Sister Qiong quietly sighed in relief, turned her back, and secretly patted her chest.
Dongfang Liuli continued picking flowers and asked, “I’m curious, what is your relationship with the Space-Time Sword Saint? Why do you call him Sword Saint Grandfather?”
“If I remember correctly, the Space-Time Sword Saint is only twenty years old, yet you, a deity who has lived for tens of thousands of years, call him Grandfather. It’s too strange.”
At the mention of the Sword Saint Grandfather, Sister Qiong’s eyes changed, and her condition almost flared up.
Sister Qiong had two sides: one was a tsundere little lolita, and the other was a sickly adorable maniac.
Usually, she was quirky and tsundere, but once her condition flared up, her terror level would skyrocket!
“The Sword Saint Grandfather and I… met tens of thousands of years ago. He crossed time and space and left, and I waited for millennia to meet him again. We are indispensable parts of each other’s lives; you wouldn’t understand.” Sister Qiong cupped her cheeks, her eyes dreamy and sickly.
Seeing this, Dongfang Liuli stopped picking flowers and looked deeply at Sister Qiong.
At this moment, she seemed to feel the endless loneliness and emptiness from Sister Qiong’s countless years.
Even seeing Sister Qiong’s sickly side, Dongfang Liuli didn’t find it scary. On the contrary, she felt pity for her.
Perhaps many years ago, Sister Qiong was a pure and naive girl, but as time washed over her, her once persistent and resilient heart became riddled with scars, and that’s how she became sickly adorable.
“Rest assured, even without the Heavenly Dao oath, I have no interest in ruining others’ relationships. As long as you abide by the laws of Great Jin, I will support you and the Space-Time Sword Saint and won’t mind helping you.” Dongfang Liuli said calmly.
A flash of red light flickered in Sister Qiong’s eyes before she returned to normal, proudly saying, “No need!”
“If you ever need help, you can come to me. As long as you’re willing to kneel and bow, I don’t mind helping you change the Empress’s image in Meng Qingzhou’s heart.”
Dongfang Liuli chuckled, “Thank you, but I don’t need it. Let’s rely on our own abilities.”
After filling a basket with flower petals, Dongfang Liuli smoothed her hair behind her ear, looking like a flower-picking girl.
Even Sister Qiong couldn’t help but stare, muttering to herself, “Such a beauty, how could she fall for a blind mortal? It’s absurd…”
Dongfang Liuli glanced at her and said, “A deity who has waited for several eras, all for a master treasure boy, I also find it very absurd.”
“Alright, enough chit-chat. You can leave the palace now; the Space-Time Sword Saint isn’t here.”
With that, Dongfang Liuli turned and left with her basket, walking briskly as if eager to stabilize the situation and salvage Meng Qingzhou’s impression of her.
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In front of the Qin residence.
Meng Qingzhou returned with Dongfang Liuli, followed by Su Qingqiu, who had a large bump on her forehead.
“Is my memory messed up? How does it feel like I was hit on the head? My head’s got a bump, clearly, I was ambushed.”
“But why do Your Majesty, the Prime Minister, and General Qin all say I fell asleep? How is that possible!”
“I’m not that dumb!”
Su Qingqiu kicked a stone by her foot, feeling indignant, convinced that someone had ambushed her.
However, when Su Qingqiu looked up and saw the couple ahead, walking side by side like celestial beings, her frustration vanished.
‘Your Majesty’s smile is back!’
‘The Empress and the Empress’ Husband are so sweet together.’
Su Qingqiu happily ran ahead, pushing open the Qin residence’s door and shouting inside, “Grandfather is back!”
The Sunlight Lord, who was dozing in the courtyard, suddenly opened its eyes. Almost as soon as the door opened, it stood up, quickly put on its dog leash, and tied the other end to a stone pillar.
By the time the door was fully open, it was ready, enthusiastically barking:
“Woof woof woof…”
The Lord stood on its hind legs, placing its paws on Meng Qingzhou’s thigh, licking him affectionately.
Oh my heavens! Master, you’re finally back!
During your absence, I couldn’t eat or sleep well. I even dreamed of the taste of immortal-grade dog food!
Quick, quick!
Take out the dog food, let me see where you hid it. Is it in your pants?
“Lord…” Su Qingqiu’s cold and gorgeous face darkened, unable to bear the sight of the Sunlight Lord’s bootlicking behavior.
Dongfang Liuli also held her forehead, feeling quite troubled. To this day, no one in the Qin residence understood what kind of spell Meng Qingzhou had cast on the Lord, making it such a mystery.
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