Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The lingering, tender atmosphere inside the hall had not completely dissipated, like the thin mist swirling in a spring valley, sweet and languid.

Nan Xiang lay languidly on Su Chen's chest, her fingertips unconsciously entwining a strand of his fading hair. Her other hand was intertwined with his, the striking red rope wrapped around their tightly pressed wrists, like the most carefully tied marriage thread by the Old Man of the Moon, tightly connecting two souls that had spanned millennia.

“Ah Chen,”

Her voice, slightly hoarse with satisfaction, sounded like it had been soaked in honey.

"The body of misfortune has been broken, and I feel... more relaxed than ever before."

It was as if the heavy shackles of life had been removed, and even breathing carried the sweet scent of freedom.

Su Chen lowered his purple eyes, his gaze lingering tenderly on her cheeks, which were flushed with a faint blush, and his fingertips gently stroked the snowflake mark on her forehead, which seemed even more crystal clear.

"Mmm," he replied, his voice unusually tender and relaxed.

"From now on, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and you will be free from all constraints."

Nan Xiang snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, before raising her bright, sparkling eyes:

"After Father and Mother come and pay their respects, we'll get married, okay?"

Her tone carried a natural anticipation, as if this was something that had been destined and would naturally come to pass.

A deep smile spread across Su Chen's eyes as he lowered his head and placed a kiss on her smooth forehead, a gesture as solemn as a vow:

"Okay. I'll do whatever Anan says."

A warm and tranquil atmosphere flowed between the two.

Nan Xiang suddenly remembered something, and with a slight thought, an ancient compass exuding a mysterious aura appeared in her palm—the very compass that could guide the lost and explore cause and effect.

"And Uncle Xingyao..."

As she spoke softly, she infused a wisp of divine power into her fingertips. The pointer on the Destiny Wheel first spun aimlessly, then seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, trembling, and finally steadily pointed in a clear direction.

However, the direction the pointer pointed to made Nan Xiang pause slightly, and an obvious look of surprise appeared on her face.

"This sign... is it pointing to the main hall of the main temple?"

She looked up at Su Chen, her eyes filled with confusion and curiosity.

"Is Uncle Xingyao with Uncle Jing now?"

Thinking about the time she spent with Su Chen after she woke up, that little guy Chun Juan must have already skipped back to the Time Travel Bureau under the Main God Temple to report for duty, and by the way, apply for the Ace System test that it has been longing for.

Perfect timing, we can go and find out what's going on the way.

"Shall we go take a look together?"

Nan Xiang suggested, her eyes sparkling with a look of inquiry.

Su Chen naturally agreed, and he gently and carefully straightened her slightly disheveled clothes.

"it is good."

The main temple, majestic and solemn, is shrouded in endless divine radiance and the order of laws.

As soon as the two stepped into the temple grounds, an elegant figure appeared, stepping on a stream of light.

It was a pure and magnificent nine-colored divine deer, its antlers like the finest jade carvings, its body exuding an auspicious and peaceful aura—it was none other than Lu Jiuyan, the mount and divine messenger of the chief god Jingyao.

"Your Highness Nanxiang, Your Excellency Suchen,"

Lu Jiuyan's voice was gentle and warm, like a clear spring striking a stone.

"The Lord God is aware of your visit and has specially ordered Jiu Yan to be here to greet you. Please follow me."

It turned gracefully, leading the two through layers of corridors constructed of light and shadow and rules, towards the depths of the main hall.

Inside the main hall, however, the atmosphere was not entirely solemn and dignified.

A white jade chessboard was placed near the window.

The two players, with their distinct personalities, each created their own world.

The man in the main seat had his hair tied up with a golden crown and wore a black divine robe embroidered with patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and the state. He was exceptionally handsome, and his brows exuded the majesty and composure of someone who ruled over all realms. He was none other than the chief god, Jing Yao.

At this moment, he held a black piece between his fingers, not placing it down, his gaze filled with a knowing understanding as he looked at his opponent.

The man playing chess with him wore a deep blue, wide-sleeved robe that seemed to be covered with tiny starlight, flowing and shimmering with his movements.

His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, held back only by a simple jade hairpin. His face was handsome and otherworldly, especially his peach blossom eyes, which were slightly upturned at the corners. They should have been a passionate shape, but at this moment they were calm and profound like the starry sky in an ancient well. He exuded an aura of detachment and gentleness, like the moon in the sky that was unreachable, its clear light shining everywhere, yet difficult to approach.

This is the Lord of the Stars—Xingyao.

"Xingyao, your mind is not on this chessboard today."

Jing Yao placed his black piece, his tone calm yet resolute.

"This roundabout way of speaking, this hesitation, is not like your usual style."

Xingyao's hand holding the white piece paused slightly, a faint, slightly helpless smile curving her lips, but she did not deny it:

"In the end, I couldn't hide it from you."

His voice was clear and crisp, like jade striking each other, carrying an ethereal echo.

"She's here. It's time for our game to end."

Jing Yao's gaze swept across the chessboard; victory was already in his grasp. He casually tossed the chess piece back into the jar, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of teasing.

"Playing chess with you is too mentally taxing and boring. It's better to keep your wife company."

As soon as he finished speaking, light footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

Lu Jiuyan led Nan Xiang and Su Chen into the hall. Almost simultaneously, a graceful white figure appeared from the other side.

The woman was wearing a plain white dress, the hem of which moved without wind, like smoke and mist.

Her hair was as black as clouds, tied up with a simple white jade hairpin. Her face was aloof and otherworldly. What was most captivating were her peach blossom eyes, which bore a strange resemblance to Xingyao's, but added a touch of clarity and tranquility that came with the experience of reincarnation.

She exudes the unique rhythm of the laws of time, as if she exists independently outside the long river of time; she is none other than Shi Ying, the goddess of time and space.

As soon as Shi Ying arrived, Jing Yao's aura of divine majesty softened instantly. He naturally reached out, embraced her slender waist, and gently pulled her down to sit on his lap.

Shi Ying's face, which was as cold and aloof as frost and snow, did not show much expression. Her ears were slightly red. She let him hold her, and in a corner where no one could see her, her slender fingers secretly squeezed Jing Yao's hand. The small gesture revealed the tenderness beneath the iceberg.

Nan Xiang watched this scene, a smile involuntarily flashing in her eyes. She never expected that one day she would be able to witness this... "down-to-earth" side of the usually dignified Uncle Jing.

However, thinking that Uncle Jing had gone through countless reincarnations and finally achieved a happy ending with the one he loved, no longer alone, she could only offer her heartfelt blessings.

Xingyao's gaze swept across the chessboard and landed on Nanxiang. Her cool and aloof expression softened instantly, revealing the gentle warmth characteristic of an elder and a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction.

"Congratulations, Xiao Xiang, you have successfully changed your fate and returned from the ashes."

His voice was like flowing moonlight, clear and sincere.

Shi Ying nodded slightly from Jing Yao's embrace, her clear voice ringing out:

"Congratulations."

It was concise yet conveyed goodwill.

Shi Ying and Jing Yao lingered for a moment, their clasped hands tightening slightly, conveying a silent understanding.

She looked up and saw that Nan Xiang and Su Chen seemed to have something to say to Xing Yao, so she considerately stood up, her voice still cool and clear:

"I'll go prepare some tea and snacks."

With that, he and Lu Jiuyan temporarily left the main hall.

Taking the opportunity, Nan Xiang stepped forward and formally introduced herself to Jing Yao:

"Uncle Jing, this is Su Chen."

Although they didn't say much, their tightly clasped hands and the intimate atmosphere between them said it all.

Jing Yao's gaze lingered on Su Chen for a moment, a hint of understanding and approval flashing in his all-seeing eyes.

He nodded slightly, without asking any further questions, and simply said gently:

“If Xiao Xiang has chosen someone, then they are one of us.”

He sensed that they had something to discuss with Xingyao, so he calmly rose, straightened his sleeves, and...

"You guys chat, I'll go check on A-Ying, she's probably lost her tea again."

Her tone was natural, carrying a hint of doting affection and helplessness towards her lover. She then turned and left the main hall, leaving the space to them.

For a moment, only Nan Xiang, Su Chen, and Xing Yao remained in the hall.

Xingyao's gaze fell on Nanxiang again, with a deeper smile, as if she had been waiting for this for a long time:

"Xiao Xiang, did the guidance of the Destiny Chart bring you here?"

He opened his palm, and a tiny, dazzling light, as if it contained the core starlight of the universe, quietly emerged, resonating clearly with the destiny compass in Nan Xiang's hand.

Have you found the answer yet?