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I heard that the Qinghe Goddess was so moved by the pursuit of the Changheng Immortal Lord that she actually brought a ball to abandon her newlywed husband and spend eternity with the Changheng Immortal Lord.
When Yuanling heard this gossip, she was still lying on her small bed. Even later, when the Immortal Lord used an extremely precious elixir to restore Yuanling's lost form, it still could not alleviate the loneliness in her heart.
However, when one is under the eaves, one must bow their head. Yuanling could only heal herself; at least she could still preserve her own life.
Yet, on this day, when Yuanling woke up, she saw the enlarged, flawless, and extraordinarily handsome face of Changheng Immortal Lord appearing before her eyes. Yuanling was taken aback, thinking that perhaps he was going to use her as a seasoning to please his Qinghe Goddess. This thought sent her into even deeper shock.
The Changheng Immortal Lord gazed affectionately at Yuanling and said, "Ever since that day I caught a whiff of your fragrance and plucked your vine, the image of you falling into my embrace has lingered in my mind. As the saying goes, good fortune should not flow to others' fields. A thousand years ago, I promised that if you could cultivate yourself to become an immortal, I would take you as my wife. Now is the time for me to fulfill that promise."
It must be that she is getting up the wrong way!
No, she must not have woken up yet if she is having such a nightmare.
Yuanling pulled the blanket over her face, covering her entire head, but unexpectedly, there was a furry head next to her right hand. She didn't know when Changheng Immortal Lord had snuck into her bed. When Yuanling turned her head slightly, they found themselves face to face. His breath brushed against Yuanling's face, and in an instant, her cheeks turned as red as if they were about to catch fire.
It's over! She actually shared a bed with a stranger! Got into the same blanket with a stranger!
Yuanling kicked the blanket away in one go, but almost forgot that these days, due to the heavy internal fire caused by taking the elixir, she was only wearing thin clothes at the moment. So she hurriedly used the blanket to wrap herself inside and out.
"You guarantee that... what are you planning?"
Changheng Immortal Lord smiled and said, "Ling'er, are you angry with me? From now on, I will never do those things that upset you again, alright?"
Yuanling felt pleasantly surprised when she pointed to her own clothes and found that it really hurt. She felt that the world had become surreal. Yuanling said, "Aren't you always thinking about Qinghe Goddess?"
"Who is that?" His voice carried a hint of disdain, as if he was very puzzled.
He was speaking when he heard a disciple come to report that the Qinghe Goddess had arrived. His brow furrowed as if he had been disturbed, and finally he took Yuanling's hand and walked out.
It must be said that the Goddess of clear water can be called peerless. A water-blue dress seemed to flow like water, her features were delicate, and her voice was gentle as water. She said, "Heng Lang, I have already divorced my former husband by my own request. Now, we can be together."
The beauty is so endearing that even Yuanling's heart softens for her. However, Changheng is truly indifferent, showing no previous tenderness or affection, and coldly asks, "Is 'Heng Lang' what you can call me?"
Tears streamed down her face in an instant as she said, "What... what is happening? Just a few days ago, you were preparing a meal for me and told me... I said, you have long admired me and want to be with me, right?"
"When did this Immortal Lord ever say such a thing? I haven't even addressed the fact that you used the flesh and blood of my Scallion Deity to make that soup." Changheng's coldness was utterly infuriating, and Yuanling, watching from the side, felt even more confused.
A few days ago, his fondness for the Qinghe Goddess did not seem feigned... but what about now?
One can only say that this Immortal Lord is fickle, truly quick to turn his back on others.
Upon hearing this, the Qinghe Goddess cried even more sorrowfully, pointing at Yuanling and repeatedly saying "good." Then, with determination, she jumped into the river to commit suicide. However, it is said that she did not die; otherwise, how could she possibly become the River Goddess?
This abnormal behavior was soon explained by the steward of the Hall of Heavenly Ascent, who told Yuanling: "Your Majesty has a peculiar habit of falling deeply in love with someone every once in a while, but after some time, you forget their appearance and treat them like a stranger. The Qinghe Goddess was once someone you cherished deeply; on her wedding day, she wore a red bridal gown that captured your heart. But now, look at how she is cast aside like an old shoe, not even receiving a second glance."
He was subtly reminding Yuanling not to give her heart to Changheng Immortal Lord, but… Yuanling spoke up, “But I… he has tarnished my purity. This morning, we shared the same bed…”
The steward's expression instantly resembled someone struck by lightning. One hand held his beard as he trembled, “This… this… this… Changheng Immortal Lord, who has guarded the Primordial Yang for millions of years, has actually been taken by a mere scallion. This, this, this…”
After a while, he sighed and patted Yuanling's shoulder, saying, "Take care of yourself. The only thing you can do during this time is to stay true to your heart. Your Majesty's novelty has worn off; you... just endure it and pretend to like him. This state of Your Majesty will be resolved soon enough. Ahem, the matters of the Hall of Heavenly Ascent won't leak out! You have always been as pure as a fresh green onion!"
As soon as the steward finished speaking, Changheng Immortal Lord appeared from some corner, gazing affectionately at Yuanling while holding a bouquet of flowers. When Yuanling looked closely, she realized that the bouquet was not flowers at all but rather several green onions with a few blossoms magically fixed on their tops.
His name is Yuanling, "Ling'er, I specially came down to earth to pick this for you, do you like it?"
Yuanling felt his heart tremble, and said, "Like... like it."
"Do you like me?"
"I... I like you." Yuanling eagerly anticipated Changheng Immortal Lord to end their current romantic state.
The steward said that as long as Changheng Immortal Lord believed that Yuanling liked him, this state could be lifted. So Yuanling persisted, saying, "No, no, no! I have liked you for thousands of years, Your Majesty! Didn't I tell you that I have cultivated for a thousand years just to earn a glance from you? My feelings for you are sincere and deep!"
"No, Ling'er." He suddenly smiled and tapped Yuanling's eyes, saying, "You haven't truly liked me yet. But soon, you will come to like the real me, not just my appearance or my identity."
Yuanling's heart is like a heart skips a beat, staring at him for a long time, and then avoiding his gaze.
It's all just an illusion, Yuanling understands.
Qinghe Goddess is an example. When he likes you, he dotes on you as if he will love you for a lifetime. When he doesn't like you, he can turn his face and deny you. Yuanling won't believe that Yuanling is his love terminator, even if he ruins Yuanling's innocence.
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