In Chapter Eleven, the two humans and the dragon each had their own concerns as they lay on the bed. “Girl, I’ve been feeling strange lately,” Baihua said with a muffled voice.
“What’s wrong, Baihua brother?” Xiaotu asked with concern, immediately reaching out to touch his forehead.
“I keep thinking about you to the point where I can’t sleep,” he said, pressing her warm hand against his forehead like a child throwing a tantrum. Xiaotu’s face turned red.
“Girl, I thought I wouldn’t see you again,” he admitted, disliking this feeling of his heart not being his own.
“…” Xiaotu fell silent.
“But I can’t control it; my heart leads me to you,” he said, placing her hand over his heart.
“Girl, you’re not happy, right? It’s been a long time since I saw you truly laugh,” he remembered the first time he saw her, following secretly in the first chapter, when the god who brought Xiaotu to this other world saw her as a girl radiant like the sun. Even in dreams, her smile was so sweet and pure.
“Yes, Xiaotu is not happy. Xiaotu feels very tired and wants to return to her parents, to be a little princess again,” she said with a sweet voice tinged with sobs.
“Girl, you’re really fragile, aren’t you? You decided to be strong, but you can’t, can you?”
“Yes,” Xiaotu nodded, her purple eyes red.
“Everyone grows up, girl. You know, everyone grows from knowing nothing to slowly maturing. Actually, you’ve learned a lot,” he said, wiping away her tears with affection.
“Yes, Xiaotu understands, Xiaotu has done well, hasn’t she?” she said proudly, lifting her face.
“Yes, you’ve done very well. In just a few days, you’ve grown a lot,” the spirit dragon said, moving its head close to Xiaotu’s face. “Goddess sister, Longlong will support you.”
“Hehe, Longlong is the best,” she said, kissing the dragon’s face, which instantly turned as red as a monkey’s bottom, laughing foolishly.
“Girl, do you like me?” he asked nervously, his heart racing.
“I like you, brother. Although you’re very vain, you’re a good person,” she answered.
Baihua fell silent, lowering his head. “Girl, Baihua likes you,” he said, lifting Xiaotu’s face seriously. Her smile froze. Was this what they call a stroke of luck in love?
“Answer me, girl,” he urged.
“…” Silence.
“At worst, I’ll let you have three wives and four concubines,” he said with a hint of jealousy.
“…” Silence was golden, but Xiaotu was stunned.
“At worst, I… I’ll let you be on top,” he bargained like a submissive wife.
“…” After last night, Xiaotu knew about the affairs between men and women, her face flushed. The little dragon beside them was completely petrified.
“You know, making love with the ‘Spirit Cherry Goddess’ ensures a son, because in the past, Wan Yue was a matriarchal dynasty,” his voice was low, implying, “I want to have children with you.”
“…” Xiaotu was too overwhelmed to speak, not because she didn’t want to. The dragon’s face turned green, “Damn, Baihua, you move fast. My poor goddess sister, I’m not yet capable of transforming into a human to make love with you.” He murmured enviously.
“The boy will be named Ai Xiaozi, the girl Ai Xiaoyan,” he had already chosen names, albeit quite unique ones. Indeed, they were very much in sync as a couple, both needing some cultural improvement.
“…” Xiaotu rolled her eyes, nearly fainting.
“I’ll resign from being the ‘Hundred Flowers Jade Immortal,’ I’ll be a good husband, learn to make your favorite pastries, and…” Before he could finish, Xiaotu interrupted him.
“Okay, I agree,” Xiaotu said cheerfully.
“You agree?” Baihua was shocked.
“Yes, Baihua brother is such an outstanding person, the first among all the flowers, charming across the five realms, with countless goddesses and fairies falling for you. Of course, Xiaotu wants you,” she said with a serious face and a cute expression. The Hundred Flowers Jade Immortal, so proud and perfect, had given up everything to stay by her side. How could Xiaotu not be touched? Although she couldn’t say she loved him, she certainly liked him.
“Thank you, Xiaotu. From now on, we will never be apart,” he said, kissing her cherry blossom mark deeply, knowing she was moved by his words.
“Baihua, let’s get married tomorrow and move into ‘Ying Man Shan Zhuang,’ the mansion the emperor gave me. It will be our new home,” Xiaotu said earnestly, willing to give him everything.
“Good,” his excitement was beyond words. He thought he must be dreaming, but the scent of cherry blossoms in his arms told him it was real. Beside him, Little Dragon looked disdainly at the blissful Hundred Flowers, thinking to himself, “If my cultivation were not lacking, the goddess would be mine. I’m definitely more handsome than you, humph, looking so ‘eerie’, you’re practically a demon.” Feeling extremely wronged, Little Dragon grumbled to himself.
Timi Sula, who had come to help Xiaotu get up, was so excited she almost screamed upon seeing the scene. Firstly, she had never seen such an unparalleled handsome man; only such a man could match their goddess. Secondly, her young mistress was about to get married, and she needed to inform the elders quickly. With a mischievous grin, she thought, “The more consorts the goddess has, the better. Then, I can hug the princess. The young mistress is so adorable; the baby she bears must be extraordinary.” She was already plotting her “Hug the Princess Plan.”
Inside the “Heavenly Demon Technique,” Wang Xie exuded a murderous aura, his golden eyes bloodshot from the tension.
Chapter Twelve: The next day in the bridal chamber, Xiaotu, accompanied by Hundred Flowers, Little Dragon, and eight beautiful men and women transformed from cherry trees, arrived at the “Ying Man Villa” bestowed by Emperor Liu Xu of “Ting Yue Kingdom.” Opening the grand white jade gate, which bore the intricate carvings of two lifelike cherry trees, the scenery inside was breathtaking, offering a visual feast. The various pavilions and towers were exquisitely decorated, each in its unique style yet harmoniously arranged.
Although “Ying Man Villa” was not as grand or solemn as the imperial palace, it was a hundred times more luxurious. The interior decor was astonishing; fish tanks made of colorful glass, adorned with floral patterns, housed expensive koi, each worth a decade’s income for an ordinary family. The villa had many rockeries, naturally formed from various colored jade stones, not real jade, but still immensely valuable. Some resembled a roaring white tiger, others a coiling azure dragon, or a soaring fire phoenix.
The columns along the corridors were made of fine glass in various colors—blue, purple, green, etc. Each corridor featured a different color of glass beads with cherry blossom motifs, shining brightly under the sun, casting vibrant colors on the ground.
Fan: Have you all seen “Curse of the Golden Flower”? It has glass columns, super beautiful, right? I’m so jealous. Drifting away!
“Indeed, it’s the height of luxury. Liu Xu must have put a lot of thought into this,” Hundred Flowers remarked, holding a jade fan, deep in thought.
“Yes, Miss, it’s truly extravagant,” Peach swallowed, in awe.
“Indeed, it’s so wasteful, we should ‘recycle’ it,” Xiaotu said with a sly smile.
“Girl, don’t forget you promised to marry me today,” Hundred Flowers closed his fan, tapping Xiaotu’s head, speaking earnestly.
Upon hearing this, the four maidens exchanged knowing looks; Timi Sula had already told them. They eagerly discussed the “Hug the Princess Plan,” even setting criteria for the princess’s future consorts. Meanwhile, the four handsome men remained silent, their faces dark, while Peach’s big eyes welled up with tears.
“Miss, are you going to abandon me? Did I do something wrong?” Peach’s green eyes looked at Xiaotu pitifully.
Xiaotu remained silent; silence was golden.
