These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"It was a maidservant speaking softly."

"The Immortal Master is not here now..."

"Oh...right, I should go back once I'm done with my work."

This is quite normal. Those immortal masters and chivalrous heroes who travel among humans are always there wherever there is trouble. Once the problem is solved, they disappear without a trace. Isn't that the demeanor of an immortal master?

Why can't I even wait for myself to wake up?

They didn't even say goodbye.

It seems that farewells don't need to be too deliberate, because people always feel that there will be a time to meet again after parting, it's just... the mortal world and the immortal realm.

If we part ways once, will we really have the chance to meet again after thousands of years?

Perhaps they can't even find their own grave anymore.

What a pity.

Ye Bingluan couldn't laugh at this thought, and the air in the room didn't feel warm. Besides, the palace was empty and devoid of human warmth.

But at this moment, the maid said...

"Your Majesty... the Immortal Master asked me to leave you a message."

"What? Tell me quickly."

Ye Bingluan didn't care about anything else and asked anxiously.

The maid said softly.

"The Immortal Master instructed me to tell His Majesty that there is no need to rush to find him after His Majesty wakes up. He will wait for His Majesty at the Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms after His Majesty has taken control of the situation and the court has stabilized."

"...Who wants to look for him? He's shameless."

As she said this, the girl stood up fully clothed.

The maidservant naturally dared not laugh at the young empress.

I could only ask with some doubt.

"Your Majesty, where are you going so late...?"

Ye Bingluan didn't turn her head.

"Go to the Imperial Study and have your servants bring up all the memorials from the past few days. I will review them again. All ministers must be present at tomorrow's morning court session."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

The maid's eyes held a hint of eagerness, for despite the woman's slender frame, the words she spoke at this moment carried an imposing authority.

It seemed that just from her beautiful and upright back view, one could see how prosperous the Shang Kingdom would be tomorrow.

Ye Bingluan could indeed be considered to be taking a nighttime stroll by candlelight.

She simply wandered around the study, looking at the mountain of books, and Ye Bingluan read through each one.

These were all memorials that the puppet had handled on her behalf when she was in Jiuyang City, so she needed to understand what had happened.

The workload appears to be extremely heavy.

No matter who came to see it, they couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the mountain of memorials piled up.

Ye Bingluan was also feeling a bit dizzy, but there was a force within her body pushing her to persevere.

This kept her in a state of heightened nerve excitement.

She couldn't quite explain where this motivation came from, but Ye Bingluan seemed to understand that this was what she needed to do.

As for the ten-mile peach blossom... ten-mile peach blossom.

The girl unconsciously bit the pen, her pretty brows furrowing.

"The peach blossoms won't be in bloom this season..."

The streets were peaceful, yet the noise and bustle of the people filled the air.

Men and women strolled excitedly down the street at night.

It expresses a heart full of sorrow, or perhaps feelings of affection. Or perhaps it's finally time to take a child who's old enough to go out and see the wonders and excitement of the world.

Amidst this crowd, two young men and women, their clothes fluttering and ethereal, strolled casually.

They deliberately described their beauty as the epitome of human beauty.

But what's strange is that these people seem to have no eyes; they don't even glance at each other when they pass by.

It doesn't seem surprising at all.

"I never expected it to be like this."

The jingling bells on her ankles made Luo Beihuang somewhat surprised, especially as she watched the people coming and going as if they couldn't see the two of them, or rather, as if they were just ordinary people, which made her feel even more amazed.

The handsome young man beside her smiled.

"It's just a common trick. In the eyes of these ordinary people, we are just ordinary people. But if we have cultivation, we can't hide it. But it doesn't matter. There are very few cultivators in the human world."

Luo Beihuang thought for a moment, then pursed her lips and said.

"Can you teach me? I used to dislike coming to the human world because I didn't like all those people crowding around and calling me a fairy, a fairy..."

"So many people call you a fairy and you're still not happy?"

Wei Tu said mischievously.

Luo Beihuang rolled her eyes at the boy.

"Of course, it's like a group of people in a market, looking at a huge pig's head and saying: Look, what a huge pig's head!"

"So you're a pig's head?"

"You're the pig-headed one! Don't you understand that's a metaphor?"

"Hehehe... Beihuang, your analogy is really interesting. No one would use such an analogy to describe themselves."

"I've already said it wasn't me!"

"Hahaha……"

The two chatted and laughed.

The river flows through the city, reflecting the moonlight in the sky.

Colorful lanterns hung on the arched bridge, creating a scene of bustling traffic and a constant flow of vehicles and horses.

Standing on the arched bridge, Luo Beihuang looked at the shimmering river, as if she were a divine maiden standing in front of a silver mirror.

Her every smile and frown was so real, yet the beauty on her face seemed so distant.

She smiled as she looked at the crowd.

"How wonderful... The human world is so lively, unlike the empty and desolate Heavenly Palace of the Sun."

Are there very few people in the Polar Sun Palace?

Wei Tu asked the question knowing the answer already.

Luo Beihuang nodded.

"Yes, really very few. There seem to be only a few priests... and my mother-in-law and I don't usually talk much..."

"Then you can also visit other sects in the Immortal Continent. There are always some sects with a large and thriving population."

Luo Beihuang shook her head, looking somewhat aggrieved.

“My mother-in-law said we shouldn’t go too often, otherwise people will stop taking the Ji Ri Tian Gong seriously and think we’re friends with them… I’m so confused. Why can’t we all be friends? It would be so much better if everyone got along well, and there would be no need for fighting.”

Luo Beihuang is clearly still very naive.

That 'Great Northern Phoenix' would never have such doubts. She would only appear decisive and efficient, and her thoughts would even make people tremble with fear and try to guess, leaving them completely baffled.

It appears profound and unfathomable.

Wei Tu thought for a moment, then smiled and said.

"Perhaps sometimes, in certain circumstances, it's just that we're destined not to be friends."

"So, are we friends?"

Luo Beihuang suddenly looked at the boy.

Wei Tu looked into her eyes, which were sparkling. It was hard to tell whether they were the lakes that were naturally formed in the girl's eyes or the ripples on the river flowing under the arched bridge.

Or perhaps it's the moonlight from the sky.

Is it a sky full of stars, or colorful lanterns?

Wei Tu smiled and nodded.

"Of course we are. We've been through thick and thin together, and although we weren't in that kind of danger, we still fought side by side."

"Really? But you haven't helped me at all."

Luo Beihuang thought for a moment and then said seriously.

Wei Tu chuckled, then shook his head helplessly.

"How can I help you? You're a Divine Realm expert, you can shoot someone to death without a second thought, and I won't even have a chance to show my skills."

"Really? Or are you just too weak? But that's alright, I don't mind."

"Thank you so much!"

"Hehehe..."

The girl covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Who could have imagined that her bright eyes would become so sharp and indifferent years later?

It's like an unbreakable iceberg.

Seeing Luo Beihuang now... Wei Tu wanted to reach out his hand.

Then Luo Beihuang blinked and looked at Wei Tu's outstretched hand.

"What do you want? To spar?"

Wei Tu was stunned for a moment, then realized his lapse in composure. He smiled, shook his head, and stood on tiptoe.

"I'll pick a lantern for you."