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Jin Ning sat at the stone table in the backyard for the entire time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The expression on his face changed several times.

First, I was shocked.

Then comes disbelief.

Then came anger.

Then came the feeling of being wronged.

In the end—it turned into an indescribable dilemma.

She wanted to run away.

I really want to run away.

But her reason told her—she couldn't escape.

These are the words spoken by the sage Nuwa herself.

"You can stay in the Pangu Palace with peace of mind."

This is not a matter for discussion.

This is a notification.

The sage's announcement.

As Nuwa's chief envoy, Jin Ning knew Nuwa's personality all too well.

Nuwa looked gentle and compassionate.

But when making decisions, they never leave anyone a way out.

She told you to stay.

Then you have to stay.

The question is—what are we going to do if we stay?

Jin Ning isn't stupid.

She looked at the Pangu Palace in front of her.

I glanced at the group of little kids around me.

I glanced at the plate of yellow plums on the stone table.

Then she thought about what Lin Xuan had just said, "Why don't you stay with me?"

Her face flushed again.

No way.

Could that really be what it meant?

Just as she was struggling with this decision—

Lin Xuan reappeared.

He walked over from the main hall.

He changed into a clean black robe.

Her hair was tied up.

She was dressed quite neatly.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

Jin Ning looked up at him.

"What have you figured out?"

To stay or to leave.

"You—do you know what the sage told me?"

I guessed it.

Jin Ning bit her lip.

"Have you discussed this with the sage?"

"Hmm. Nuwa said you were feeling cooped up in the Nuwa Palace. She's letting you out for some fresh air."

"Breathable?"

"Hmm. Long-term exposure."

Jin Ning: "..."

Long-term breathability?

Isn't this—

"Don't rush." ​​Lin Xuan reached out his hand.

He grabbed Jin Ning's wrist.

Jin Ning's body tensed up.

"What—what are you doing—"

"Let me show you a place."

He dragged her away.

Jin Ning was pulled along behind.

She wanted to get away.

But Lin Xuan's grip wasn't very strong.

He simply held her wrist loosely.

That kind of pressure—it didn't hurt.

But there's no escaping it.

She was pulled through the backyard.

We walked through a corridor.

Then--

The spatial laws on Lin Xuan's palm flickered.

A moon-white light gate appeared before them.

The entrance to the Moon Palace Wonderland.

He led Jin Ning inside.

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Inside the Moon Palace Wonderland.

When Jin Ning first saw this place, he was speechless.

A silver laurel tree stands in the very center.

The tree canopy is like a cloud.

The silver leaves rustled in the breeze.

The ground was covered with a soft layer of moonlight and dew.

It feels like stepping on cotton.

There is a small pavilion in the distance.

There is a spring next to the pavilion.

The water in the spring is silvery.

The entire space was filled with extremely rich Yin spiritual energy.

The air was so thick that Jin Ning stood there for several breaths.

Every pore on my body is greedily absorbing.

"Where is this place?"

"My personal space. Moon Palace Wonderland."

"A portable...space?"

Jin Ning's mouth was slightly open.

She knew about the portable space.

Many great beings possess this.

But—this quality of portable space?

This is even more spiritually concentrated than the core alchemy room of the Nuwa Palace.

Lin Xuan led her to the laurel tree.

The silver leaves dappled the light and shadow overhead.

Then he released Jin Ning's wrist.

Jin Ning instinctively pulled his hand back.

He clutched it to his chest.

The warmth of his fingers lingered on my wrist.

"sit."

Lin Xuan pointed to a flat stone at the base of the laurel tree.

Jin Ning hesitated for a moment.

Sat down.

Lin Xuan leaned against the tree trunk.

Look at her.

"How long have you been in the Nuwa Palace?"

"...several thousand years."

"For thousands of years, they've only done one thing—serve as envoys?"

Jin Ning didn't say anything.

She did indeed do one thing.

Running errands for the sage Nuwa.

Deliver letters.

deliver an imperial order.

They received the visiting deities.

day to day.

Year after year.

For thousands of years, it has remained unchanged.

It's not that she isn't tired.

She dared not get tired.

She is a descendant of Yuan Feng.

In a time when almost no one in the Phoenix Clan is alive, she is one of the few Golden Phoenixes with pure bloodlines.

Nuwa was kind to her.

Save her life.

Give her the resources to cultivate.

Give her the identity of an envoy.

But—she will always be the messenger.

Not a disciple.

Not a relative.

It is a useful tool.

She had never said these words to anyone.

She felt she should be content.

After all, the sage Nuwa had already treated her very well.

But in my heart—there's always a little empty corner.

"I know what you're thinking."

Lin Xuan's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"you do not know."

"You're thinking—Nuwa is good to you, you should be grateful. But you still feel like something's missing. Isn't that right?"

Jin Ning didn't say anything.

She lowered her head.

"What's missing is—being treated like one of your own."

Jin Ning's eyelashes trembled.

"With me—you don't need to act like a messenger. You don't need to put on airs. You don't need to think about how to do things for others every day."

Lin Xuan straightened up from the tree trunk.

I walked up to her.

Squat down.

He looked at her straight in the eye.

"With me—just be yourself."

Jin Ning raised his head.

Look into his eyes.

Those eyes—were not looking out for her.

It's not about pitying her.

Yes—he really was looking at her.

It's about her as a person.

He is not the Golden Phoenix Messenger.

Not a descendant of Yuan Feng.

It's her.

Jin Ning.

Her throat tightened.

"What makes you say that? You don't even know me."

"I don't know you. But I know Nuwa. The fact that she let you stay here shows that she trusts me. It also shows that she hopes you will be better off here than in the Nuwa Palace."

Jin Ning opened his mouth.

Unable to find a rebuttal.

Because—she believed in Nuwa.

If Nuwa thought this place was good—then it's highly likely that it really is good.

Just then.

Footsteps echoed from the entrance to the Moon Palace Wonderland.

Houtu walked in carrying a large tray.

On the tray—thirty-eight exquisite little boxes.

One layer on top of another.

They were piled up like a small mountain.

"Thirteenth Brother! The betrothal gifts are ready!"

Houtu slammed the tray down in front of Jin Ning.

"I started preparing after Caiyun gave birth. I happened to have an extra copy. Jinning, right? Come, come—take a look!"

Jin Ning: "...What betrothal gifts?"

Houtu clapped her hands.

"Your betrothal gifts!"

"My—what—"

"Let's do it tonight! I've already decided on the time and place! Right here in this Moon Palace Wonderland! The environment is so beautiful!"

Houtu pointed to the silver laurel trees and the Taiyin Spring around them.

"Look at this venue—it's even better than the ones in Kunlun Mountain—"

Jin Ning's mind was completely in chaos.

"Wait—wait—"

She stood up.

I was at a loss.

"I—I haven't agreed yet—"

Houtu glanced at her.

"younger sister."

"No—you can't—"

Do you like my thirteenth brother?

"I--"

Jin Ning's words caught in her throat.

She was indeed—moved.

I was hit right in the face by that phrase, "Just be yourself."

But being attracted to someone and agreeing to marry them are two different things!

She wanted to argue.

Then Houtu opened the first small box.

Inside—a top-grade spirit pearl the size of a fist.

It radiates a five-colored glow.

Jin Ning's pupils contracted slightly.

Houtu opened the second box.

Three rare innate spiritual root branches.

The third.

A piece of Chaos Refined Iron of exceptional quality.

the fourth.

the fifth.

With each box opened, Jin Ning's eyes lit up a little more.

When all thirty-eighth boxes were opened.

Jin Ning has stopped talking.

She stood still.

Looking at the betrothal gifts in front of him, which were even more abundant than the elixir storehouse of the Nuwa Palace.

Looking at Lin Xuan, who was squatting down beside her with a smile.

Looking at Houtu with her hands on her hips and a look that said, "You'd be doing all this a disservice if you didn't marry her," she thought.

Jin Ning's eyes reddened.

It wasn't because of greed.

It's because—no one has ever prepared anything for her.

In the Nuwa Palace—she prepares everything for others.

No one ever prepared anything for her.

And now—thirty-eight boxes of betrothal gifts are laid out before us.

It was prepared for her.

It was prepared just for her.

Tears fell down.

Jin Ning wiped it with the back of her hand.

"OK."

The sound was very soft.

But it's very clear.

"marry."