Chaotic World Book

Capítulo 1093: Chapter 856: Winding Path_3

The benefit is that the disturbance from yesterday has completely settled into normalcy. Though slight ripples remain, they are no longer linked to the inscription.

It’s only for him.

When Zhao Changhe opened his eyes, he was still sitting motionless, and he wondered if the lap he was resting on was sore.

Ye Jiuyou opened her eyes to look at him. Zhao Changhe sensed her gaze and glanced down, smiling, “Morning.”

It seemed like she had just heard him say this word before… when he stayed up all night guarding her outside the Abyss. Ye Jiuyou suddenly felt that this simple word was very warm, and seeing his smiling face upon waking was also very warm.

Because of his presence, this deathly silent Abyss was full of warmth and blossoming flowers.

Ye Jiuyou lazily got up and smiled, “How long did I sleep?”

“Lazy, you slept for more than six hours. It’s rare for ordinary people to sleep this long. Generally, it’s called being a pig.”

“Aren’t you the Room Fire Pig, quite fitting.” Ye Jiuyou stretched lazily and looked at the mirror beside her.

The person in the mirror, although no longer wearing wet clothes clinging to them and not as tempting, surprisingly wasn’t pale but had a touch of red within the white. Ye Jiuyou was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing it was because she drank his blood yesterday… He wasn’t an ordinary person, but a top Divine being, whose blood had its miraculous effects, and his Life Force had subtly altered her Attribute.

Judging by the image in the mirror, she no longer needed makeup… no powder could compare to the magic of a Demon God.

Zhao Changhe leaned in, looking at the mirror alongside her face, and smiling, “Beautiful.”

Ye Jiuyou said, “Help me with makeup?”

“No need anymore.” Zhao Changhe lifted her hand and smiled, “Giving you something new.”

Ye Jiuyou looked down to see Zhao Changhe had somehow taken out a Dark Jade Ring, trying to slip it onto her ring finger.

Ye Jiuyou recalled that yesterday in Chang’an, he said he would make her a Storage Ring, mentioning that gifting a ring was a proposal ceremony in his hometown. Was it ready already?

“While you were asleep, I performed a Divine Descent to Ying Wu, acquired some dark jade, and collected the Dark Crystal from here to forge this ring. This ring is not easily damaged in battle unless intentionally targeted, but who would be that crazy.” Zhao Changhe said as he slipped the ring on, smiling, “But I don’t know now if I’m proposing to Miss Li or Miss Jiuyou.”

——If it’s to Miss Li, it’s easy to agree casually, as she’s always a stepping stone for him. To Jiuyou, it carries significant importance, with no stepping stone.

Zhao Changhe was still unsure of how deep Ye Jiuyou’s feelings for him were, testing with words. Anyway, there’s something to cushion, so he isn’t afraid to fall.

Ye Jiuyou only smiled, “You’re proposing, if you don’t speak, do you expect me to say it?”

“…” Pressed to this point, Zhao Changhe bit his teeth, directly saying, “Zhao Changhe proposes to marry Miss Jiuyou.”

No reaction; the process of slipping the ring on continued seamlessly.

Ye Jiuyou quietly watched the ring slip to the bottom, feeling like her very being was committed to him, softly responding, “Okay.”

Zhao Changhe was caught off guard, not expecting such a straightforward response. He froze for a moment before quickly reacting, seizing her hand and kissing it.

Upon lifting his head, Ye Jiuyou was also looking down at him. As they met eyes, they simultaneously recalled their initial battle in the dark alley of Chang’an, under the great pit created by Ye Wuming, where Ye Jiuyou’s hand accidentally brushed against his lips.

To this day, it feels like destiny.

Zhao Changhe stood up and softly said, “Having been cooped up inside for so long, shall we take a walk?”

Ye Jiuyou said the same thing, “Okay.”

Hand in hand, the two left the Abyss, and both instinctively chose their direction for teleportation: Chang’an.

Sitting in a familiar teahouse having breakfast, Zhao Changhe looked at the sunlight outside, sighing, “I’m still more used to bright places, your place is really too dark for me.”

Ye Jiuyou was also looking outside and replied casually, “Normally, you shouldn’t be able to see anything at my place, I don’t know how you managed to do it… Had I known, I wouldn’t have been so casual about your so-called soft confinement with Piaomiao.”

“Speaking of regrets, why do you sound so indifferent.”

“I married you, what’s losing to you?” Ye Jiuyou’s gaze returned from outside, falling on his face, smiling brightly: “There will be plenty of times you gain an advantage over me in the future…”

Zhao Changhe’s heart fluttered.

Her current allure, unintended seductive words, right between yesterday’s indulgence and her usual aloofness, made her every gesture and smile even more captivating.

Zhao Changhe tried to say, “Since we’re married, shall we visit King Qin after finishing this?”

Ye Jiuyou still replied with the same word, “Okay.”

She had responded with this word three times in a row to Zhao Changhe’s questions, as if fully handing over the lead to him.

Zhao Changhe thoughtfully finished breakfast, holding her hand as they strolled streets, under the gaze of countless Chang’an citizens, arriving at the Royal Palace.

Li Boping heard from afar that they were coming and immediately went out to greet them. Others thought he was using such solemn etiquette for King Zhao, but little did they know his greeting was addressed to his “daughter”: “Old, ancestor…”

His eyes were on the ancestor and Zhao Changhe holding hands, his face twisted like a Muggle.

Ye Jiuyou nodded slightly to indicate she’s aware, pulling Zhao Changhe directly toward the inner palace: “I will show my husband around, you don’t need to follow.”

Li Boping wiped his sweat: “This…”

You’re letting the enemy nation’s leader directly enter our inner palace?

Whose palace is this anyway?

Ye Jiuyou clearly didn’t need to explain to him, instead she turned, smiling at Zhao Changhe: “What you wanted… my dowry.”

With Li Boping present, Zhao Changhe didn’t speak much, only laughed.

Despite calling it a tour, they didn’t walk much, leisurely proceeding to Ye Jiuyou’s sleeping palace here. Unsurprisingly, the main sleeping palace didn’t belong to Li Boping; it had always been Ye Jiuyou’s, even though she only stayed here for three days in total.

Li Boping and others followed from afar, watching in broad daylight as the ancestor escorted a man into the sleeping palace, then slammed the door shut.

Li Boping: “…”

Wei Changming: “…”

The marriage he advocated, never expected the effect to be this strong, enough to crush all his little schemes without any hint.

Until the two stood in the fragrant sleeping palace, Zhao Changhe finally said with a smile, “You’re really not giving Li Boping any face… I thought I would at least socialize with him a little.”

“A mere separatist warlord, what reason do I, Ye Jiuyou, have to give face? If it weren’t for a reason to explain things externally, how could I possibly be introduced to the world as his daughter, letting you gain an advantage. As for you… you’re my man, not King Zhao. King Zhao needs to socialize with him, but my man doesn’t.”

My man…

Zhao Changhe savored this term, finally asking, “So the advantage I gained, does it refer to Chang’an or you?”

Ye Jiuyou looked up at him, her usually deep eyes becoming crystal clear: “Since you give me a place of belonging, then all that I reach is yours; does Chang’an even matter?”