I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Imagining the apocalypse of the world with raindrops falling from the sky, recalling the scenes of running wild in the mountains during elementary school, and so on... Thinking about these things, even my consciousness became hazy. All my past experiences of struggling with my own desires were powerless in the face of this healthy and handsome little mountain god.

After wiping her feet, Fujiwara Izaya placed her legs on his thighs and put white foot bags on her delicate feet.

"Hey hey!"

"what?"

"Do you love me?"

"What kind of love?" Fujiwara Izaya helped her put on her tabi socks, then put his hands in his pockets as if to look cool.

The lady-in-waiting, as if amused, picked up the last piece of sushi from the porcelain plate and tossed it lightly into the air: "You can only eat it if you say you love me."

"Yes, it's love." Like a playful puppy, Fujiwara Izaya caught the sushi in his mouth and swallowed it whole with a gulp.

The Lady clapped her hands contentedly: "Let's go."

She led the way, while Fujiwara Izaya followed leisurely behind, greedily recalling her beauty from just moments before. That captivating and ever-changing charm had to be perfectly imprinted in his heart as soon as possible, to be treasured forever.

The path ahead at night was deserted.

The noise coming from afar seemed to indicate that the banquet was about to begin. Fujiwara Izaya decided that he should take advantage of the dim night to cleverly conceal his thoughts and quickly slip back.

The Lady of the Palace, dressed in a neat kimono, walked ahead at a leisurely pace.

Fujiwara Izaya quickened his pace, overtaking her, and soon arrived at the shrine in the central courtyard, intending to change clothes in the inner courtyard now. To get to the inner courtyard, one had to cross a suspension bridge at the end of the path. Dim light shone on the crisscrossing wooden planks, and anyone looking from above would surely be able to see him walking together with the Lady of the Palace.

Fujiwara Izaya made up his mind to slip away first.

However, at that moment, the Lady of the Imperial Household suddenly called out to him, and he had no choice but to stop.

Even though he might get scolded by Mrs. Mei tonight if he turned back, he still stopped to wait for the Lady.

Brave mountain god, unafraid of hardship.

Charge!

After a short while, the calm voice of the Imperial Lady came from behind him.

Why are you walking so fast?

"I need to pee." Fujiwara Izaya turned around.

The Lady of the Imperial Court's red sash stood out brightly against the backdrop of the waving stone lanterns.

"You're afraid of being discovered if you're walking with me, right?"

Just like arranging white Go stones, the Lady of the Imperial Palace accurately described the intrinsic connections between things.

"There's nothing I can do about it. You guys all managed to fill a mahjong table," Fujiwara Izaya said with a helpless smile.

"I do not care."

"That's what the Lady of the Imperial Household said."

This time, her voice rang right next to Fujiwara Izaya's ear, and he felt a burning sensation on his cheek. Then, his neck was embraced from behind by the Lady, her slightly cold fingernails touching his carotid artery like sharp blades.

A strange chill crept over me.

Fujiwara Izaya trembled slightly as a sign of respect.

Just then, the Lady of the Imperial Household suddenly turned to the front, moving with extraordinary speed, without attracting his attention.

"The thought of ruining your wedding night makes me especially happy." The Lady of the Palace lowered her head, not letting him see her expression. "Also, I recorded everything we said today, so you'd better watch out. If you ever make me unhappy in the future... hmm? You know that?"

As she spoke, the Lady of the Imperial Household slightly tiptoed.

Her wooden clogs trembled and made a soft creak as she leaned her entire weight against him, and Fujiwara Rin couldn't help but hug her. Her hair, darker than the night, obscured her face, only the scent of perfume wafting from her neck was clear.

"Let's see who makes the other kneel down first!" Fujiwara Rinya squeezed her buttocks into various shapes before pulling her onto the suspension bridge.

The dim light of the palace lamps illuminated the path beneath our feet, revealing stone lions, golden plaques, and bas-reliefs of dragons breathing fire. White paper strips hanging from the amulets of straw hanging in front of the door, along with the shadows of the poplar leaves, were beautifully reflected on the white stone steps.

After crossing the suspension bridge, the two looked at each other in front of the inner courtyard gate and then went their separate ways.

In the darkness, Fujiwara Izaya stopped in his tracks, and the lady behind him, as if by telepathy, also paused.

"What about next time?"

"Kyoto!"

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In the inner courtyard of the palace late at night, the lights were sparse.

Like a thief, Fujiwara Izaya looked left and right, tiptoeing all the way back to his room. It was already 8:30, and he needed to hurry up and change his clothes to go down to the courtyard for the banquet, otherwise he would be despised by all the women in the entire Mount Yu.

However, just as he changed his clothes and stepped out the door...

Kawashima Miki, who should have been in the courtyard, walked slowly towards him from the other end of the corridor.

She had a dignified posture and a steady gait; you could hardly feel her body swaying as she walked.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but hold his breath.

Tonight, Mrs. Mei is dressed in a magnificent phoenix coronet and embroidered robe.

The long, trailing skirt was adorned with gold sequins, and the gold and silver silk embroidery from the chest to the hem was dazzling. Red satin shoes peeked out from the bottom of the skirt. A red shawl draped down from her shoulders to the floor, and gold earrings swayed gracefully beneath her earlobes.

My Iceberg Beauty Wife

Her hairstyle was a standard noblewoman's updo, with her jet-black, lustrous hair coiled at the back of her head, but a few strands of hair hung down from her full, fair neck to the delicate, unseen collarbone at the neckline of her dress.

Her face was radiant, her eyes captivating, and her nose perfectly straight—she was as perfect as an empress who had stepped out of a historical painting.

The scene of two maids holding her skirt from behind as she walked was more noble than ever before.

“Mrs. Meiji!” Fujiwara Rinya quickly stepped forward and took her hand.

Kawashima Miki gave him a friendly smile.

She remained upright and facing forward, only slightly turning one side of her face to reveal a faint smile. A few strands of hair clung to her fair cheek, which possessed a classic charm; her slender eyes gleamed with a fiery luster, and her delicate nose added to her refined and charming appearance…

In that instant, her profile was like the cross-section of a pristine work of art. As it fell obliquely into Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, it was as if the drifting clouds had suddenly dispersed, revealing the snow-capped mountain peaks hidden beneath.

Kawashima Miki wanted to ask who the woman who had just walked across the suspension bridge with him was.

But she refrained from asking.

Tonight is an important night; let's not waste this precious time.

Chapter 167. Mrs. Mei's First Lady Demeanor

As night fell, the night sky over Yushan was once again ignited.

People who enjoy excitement carried torches of all shapes and sizes, shouting "Heave-ho! Heave-ho!" as they weaved through the courtyard. Women all came out to follow the palanquin procession, scrambling to be the first to reach the shrine for their first worship after returning home.

The main banquet was held in a spacious hall.

Before they even entered the hall, Fujiwara Rinya, arm in arm with Kawashima Miki, walked through the corridor where servants were burning musk to the entrance of the main hall, and the two of them became the focus of the entire hall.

"Lord Mountain God——"

Amid cheers, the lantern-carrying crowd surged forward like waves.

Lanterns painted with images of mountain gods illuminated the courtyard and lit up the pine trees in the night. Cheers rose and fell, and enthusiastic faces were reflected in the swaying light.

"The Mountain God has extremely high prestige."

"Of course, after all, I'm so perfect that even my fingers are flawless... Ouch."

Kawashima Miki smiled gently, but a hand hidden in her sleeve secretly pinched his waist: "Stop talking big in my ear."

The two maids held up her skirt, suppressing their laughter as they watched the Mountain God being pinched on the waist by his wife. They thought to themselves, "Young Master is destined to become henpecked, so there's no point in him struggling."

As you enter, you'll see a cedar wood door in the Kano school style, decorated with crane paintings, that opens wide to both sides.

The windows were all painted with antique patterns, the interior niches were covered with golden clouds, and long, thin banners hung from the beams. The coffee table and chairs were covered with embroidered chair covers of various patterns, creating a magnificent picture of a royal banquet.

The ceiling of the Taoshan grid is adorned with hanging lamps, providing bright yet gentle light.

Maids in white dresses moved swiftly before a paper table and a series of stages, leaving many straight lines in the air. Their pristine white dresses, lively and charming expressions, and diligent movements were delightful. Their discussions and inquiries among themselves, like white butterflies flitting about, transformed the entire hall into a world of joy.

As Kawashima Miki walked into the venue arm in arm with Fujiwara Izaya, all the guests instinctively turned to look at her. The mountain god and his wife, both wearing masks, were not clearly visible, but their magnificent attire and dignified demeanor made them a force to be reckoned with.

"Good evening, everyone," Fujiwara Izaya greeted politely.

The young mountain god, dressed in a black crown and royal robes and draped in a red feathered cloak, stood tall and straight, drawing cheers from the crowd.

Kawashima Miki, who was holding his arm, had a satisfied smile on her lips.

Her clear, dark eyes surveyed the entire banquet, gleaming with a light of nobility and pride. Her posture seemed to say, 'Hurry up and come to pay your respects to the Mountain Goddess.'

The red carpet stretched from the entrance of the hall all the way to the podium. Before giving his formal speech, Fujiwara Rin would exchange a few pleasantries with the guests in the hall. Of course, that was before; now that he had a wife, he could leave everything to her.

However, just as Fujiwara Rin was about to slip away, Kawashima Miki, as if she had expected it, grabbed his hand tightly and wouldn't let go.

A newlywed couple, resembling an emperor and empress, stood close together, their affection evident in the fervent gazes of their guests. Bathed in candlelight and framed by the red carpet, the young man's ceremonial robes and the empress's slender neck peeking out from the deep collar of her wedding gown created the most regal silhouettes in the world.

"I need to go to the restroom first..."

"no!"

"I need to discuss something with Dark Raven..."

"no!"

"I'm going to find Yukino..."

"This is even worse!"

"Mrs. Mei-ji~~"

"Being cute won't work."

Kawashima Miki covered her lips and laughed, looking at the somewhat puzzled Fujiwara Izaya with a satisfied expression.

“At parties, wives must stay close to their husbands at all times.” She whispered in Fujiwara Izaya’s ear, “I’ve already tied your hand and mine together with spider silk, so you can’t run away now.”

Only after she reminded him did Fujiwara Izaya realize that his hand, which she was holding inside her wide sleeve, was covered in spider silk.

"It makes me feel like a criminal..."

"You're not willing?"

"I'm so happy! Look how happy I am..."