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"Haha."

Kawashima Miki turned her head slightly to the side and chuckled reservedly a few times from behind him.

The flickering light shone down, making the phoenix crown in her hair and the small gold ornaments on her earlobes gleam, highlighting her radiant skin.

After she finished laughing, she turned around and walked forward again.

The delicate red embroidered shoes, with their elegant toes, appeared alternately beneath the sheer fabric of her wedding dress, making Mrs. Mei, with her noble and glamorous bearing, almost too beautiful to look at directly.

Especially the section of her fair neck exposed above her collar, which looked even more sexy and alluring tonight, with a swirling attraction.

"Madam, I want to plant a strawberry for you." Fujiwara Izaya approached with a grin, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

"Stop fooling around!"

Kawashima Miki gently pushed his chin open with her fingers.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't get a kiss.

I'm really itching to try it.

Kawashima Miki whispered to him, "Tonight I'll let you sow every last drop of my seed."

"I will give it my all!" Fujiwara Izaya held her hand tightly.

The two walked slowly from the door to the podium, and Kawashima Miki dealt with all the guests' warm greetings.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze searched through the crowd.

The main hall has several stages where kabuki actors playing roles such as knights, queens, princesses, and poets perform under the lights. He looked around a few times and found the stage where the Furukawa Hall was located.

Surrounded by more than ten girls, Yukino Riho was explaining the performance details to them.

She hadn't had time to change into her wedding attire yet, still wearing a light blue kimono. However, both her smooth skin and dreamlike long black hair exuded a cool, ethereal beauty. Her delicate, crystal-like earlobes and slender, pale neck gave her a snowy appearance, yet she was not frail.

After exchanging pleasantries with a customer, Kawashima Miki noticed that he was looking in that direction.

The girls at the Furukawa Hall happened to be having tea together, and she noticed Yukino Riho.

The way the Snow Woman picked up the teacup was very beautiful.

To be precise, from gently lifting a sleeve to slender fingers adorned with a ring to the smooth motion of gripping a glass handle, everything evokes a sense of pristine beauty.

“Let’s go over there.” Fujiwara Rinya squeezed Kawashima Miki’s hand.

"no!"

Kawashima Miki glared at him with a rather authoritative air.

She perfectly embodies the demeanor of a mature, independent woman.

"..."

“Let’s go pay our respects to the gods.” Kawashima Miki pulled him toward the rest area on the side.

On one side of the main hall where the lights were slightly dim, a large area was opened up by a screen, where several gods from Takamagahara were chatting idly.

Upon seeing the couple approach, the radish-like Oshiro-gami stepped forward first, greeting Fujiwara Izaya with a friendly smile: "It's been many years since we last met. You've already reached the age to get married."

"Good evening," Fujiwara Izaya replied lazily.

He knew Big Radish well, so there was no need to put on a respectful attitude. After all, he had ridden on Big Radish's neck when he was a child.

"Lord Mishiro-no-Kami." Kawashima Miki bowed gracefully.

With his hands still bound by spider silk, Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to follow his wife's lead and bow as well.

"Yoho~" Yu Bai Shen smiled, his eyes narrowing as he looked Fujiwara Izaya up and down. "After all, you're married now. With a wife keeping an eye on you, your behavior has become much more restrained. Ten years ago, this brat would have been anything but polite; his eyes would have looked like he wanted to lick me.

I still want to gnaw on it now… Fujiwara Izaya gave a forced smile, somewhat embarrassed, and said, “Let’s not talk about the past. If you’re deliberately trying to embarrass me in front of Madam, watch out for those plants you planted in Takamagahara…”

Before he could finish speaking, Kawashima Miki secretly pinched him.

Fujiwara Izaya shut up immediately.

Ok.

married.

He has a wife to keep him in check.

He needs to mature a bit.

We can't keep thinking about bullying the gods of Takamagahara like we did when we were kids.

"Haha, interesting, interesting," Mishiro glanced at the disgruntled little mountain god, then looked at the mountain god's wife and said earnestly, "You'll have to put a lot of effort into marrying such an unreliable little mountain god. Before he goes to Takamagahara, please make sure to train him properly..."

The warm tone was exactly like the words of an elder admonishing a younger generation.

It seems her little husband is quite popular in Takamagahara... Kawashima Miki was overjoyed and immediately replied, "Please rest assured, Lady Mishiro, I will fulfill my duties as a wife, advising and supervising my husband."

"I won't let you drink the radish soup I make from now on..." Fujiwara Izaya thought with a hint of pettiness.

A little further back, there was a woman with her hair styled in a topknot, wearing a yellow and black striped kimono with a yellow ribbon tied around her waist. She was extremely beautiful; her long eyebrows, nose, and lips were all elegantly defined, and her eyes beneath her long eyelashes were quite captivating.

After exchanging pleasantries with Miki Kawashima, she bowed to her and said, "Greetings, Lady Inari."

Fujiwara Izaya also looked at her, and asked warily, "Did you come down here to help Inari Shrine save face?"

"I'm just a lowly Inari deity, how could I dare to cause you any trouble..."

The Inari goddess, who had transformed into a woman, gave a wry smile with a melancholy expression.

A gust of wind blew through the room, causing the lamplight to flicker slightly. She looked into the eyes beneath Fujiwara Izaya's mask and said softly, "What happens below is beyond the control of those above. But please, for the sake of the time I held you when you were a child, don't uproot my Inari Shrine."

"I am a peace-loving little mountain god!" Fujiwara Izaya said in a serious tone.

The Inari deity glanced at him.

That expression seemed to say, "I don't believe you."

However, she saw through it but didn't say anything, maintaining that pitiful and aggrieved look: "That's wonderful, thank you so much..."

A supreme god was being so polite to her young husband… At that moment, Kawashima Miki’s little vanity was greatly satisfied.

After the Inari Goddess left, Fujiwara Izaya leaned close to her ear and whispered a secret plot: "She's coming over later to give you a gift. Remember to extort a hefty sum from her. Inari Goddess... fox. Let me think... remember to ask her for some kind of artifact that can subdue foxes."

“Leave it to me!” A glint of light flashed in Kawashima Miki’s eyes.

In the past, she would never have dreamed that she would one day extort the Inari God, and do so with such confidence... Although this behavior is not good, it's... but it feels so good!

For the next period of time, the young couple spent their time among a group of gods.

Kawashima Miki strictly adhered to the etiquette expected of a lady, refraining from commenting on the deities present and always prioritizing Fujiwara Izaya's wishes. She believed everything Fujiwara Izaya said, and when he needed her cooperation, she understood with just a glance.

When Fujiwara Izaya acts childish, she transforms into a stern wife and lectures him; when he puts on airs like a mountain god, she becomes a gentle, doting wife, acting as if her husband has the final say in everything; when he shows off, she becomes his most loyal fan, her sparkling eyes filled with sweet love.

She was decisive and efficient in her actions, intelligent and quick-witted, and possessed both the air of a noblewoman and a touch of human warmth and endearing coquettishness. Many elders and deities who were on good terms with the Fujiwara family spoke highly of this first lady.

"You're stealing my thunder..."

"uh-huh?"

"What I mean is that we're husband and wife, our fortunes are intertwined, your success is my success..."

"Good girl."

"Mrs. Mei-ji".

Kawashima Miki gave a sweet "Mmm".

"Can you not be so cute?" Fujiwara Izaya wrapped his arms around her waist, his heart burning with desire.

"No way, Madam is just naturally this cute, you're only just realizing it?" Kawashima Miki's face flushed slightly.

The two maids holding the hem of the wedding dress couldn't help but chuckle.

Those standing behind could clearly see that the Mountain God's hand, which had been around the First Madam's waist, suddenly slipped down and disappeared into the hem of her skirt. At that moment, the First Madam's body suddenly trembled; it was obvious where the Mountain God's hand had gone.

"Alright, there are a lot of people here, so be serious." Kawashima Miki scolded him in a low voice, then immediately looked at him with a smile, "You're in such a hurry now, if you can't satisfy me tonight, you'll be in trouble tomorrow."

"You're so vulgar, Madam!" Fujiwara Izaya said with a laugh.

After exchanging pleasantries with several deities, Kawashima Miki's eyes lit up as she prepared to leave.

In the rest area, a screen partially blocked out the light and shadows. A goddess stood with one hand on the windowsill. Several Kongming lanterns floated in the dark sky outside the window. On the table sat a cloisonné vase with a small lotus flower in it. The goddess wore a kimono embroidered with goldfish, and her beautiful bare feet were visible beneath the hem. On her embroidered shoulders, the inscriptions signifying her status shone brightly.

Toyosuke the Great God!

Her full name is Toyo-Uki-bi-mei-jin, and she is also known as Toyo-Shu-hime-jin.

She is the goddess who controls food.

Most of the time, she was seen with Amaterasu.

Even in human shrines, she and Amaterasu are often worshipped together. For example, the main deities enshrined at Tokyo Daijingu Shrine are her and Amaterasu, and she is also the deity enshrined in the outer shrine of Amaterasu's ancestral temple, Inose Shrine.

The two deities were so inseparable that some gossipy gods spread some suggestive rumors behind their backs.

Fujiwara Rin didn't believe those rumors.

He couldn't say he knew everything about Amaterasu, but he could at least have a general idea of ​​her nature.

Just as he walked over, Toyo no Okami happened to turn around and look at him.

From afar, she could see his tall, upright figure and his wife's festive bright red wedding dress. From the red collar of his wife's dress, a glimpse of her fair and fragrant skin peeked out, shimmering like a waning moon in her eyes.

"Lord Toyosuke," Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward to greet him.

Kawashima Miki followed suit and bowed.

"Banquets are so annoying, they always have to say the most boring things," said the great god Feng Shou helplessly.

Her rather beautiful face showed neither a seductive charm nor a guarded attitude.

"You should have told me sooner. There are private rooms upstairs, and I'll take you there right away." After saying this, Fujiwara Rinya patted Kawashima Miki's hand, signaling her to let go.

Mrs. Mei wouldn't let go.

Tonight, she seemed determined not to let her young husband out of her sight, not even for a second.

Fujiwara Izaya, who originally wanted to ask Toyo no Okami alone where Amaterasu was, quickly changed his mind and said, "We'll take you there together."

Mrs. Mei, whose face was half covered by a mask, smiled sweetly.

"Lead the way." Feng Shou, the great god, lagged behind by half a step.

The private seating area is located on the second floor of the main hall, divided into small private rooms, offering a commanding view of the performance.