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

Inside Yuexiang Palace, the warm glow of starlight and chaotic energy had not yet completely dissipated, and a lingering warmth still filled the air. Nanxiang rubbed her still slightly sore waist, looking at Su Chen sleeping beside her, whose eyes still held a sense of satisfaction and languor. A sweet yet slightly mischievous smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

She rose quietly, like the most nimble cat, without disturbing her bedmate. After dressing, she unfolded a sheet of paper faintly scented with snow iris, and with a flick of her fingertips, she wrote a few lines of elegant yet resolute handwriting:

To Su Chen:

I have a date with my good friend Yu Xia, a small gathering of sisters to pour out our hearts. I will definitely return before my wedding, so please don't look for me or miss me.

Your Anan.

Pressing the letter to a prominent spot beside her pillow, Nan Xiang glanced one last time at Su Chen's sleeping face. His purple eyes were tightly closed, his long hair spread out like a dark, starry river, and the usual loneliness and coldness had transformed into complete tranquility and dependence in his sleep. Her heart softened, and she almost changed her mind, but thinking of Yu Xia, thinking of that promise that transcended reincarnation, she hardened her heart, her figure transforming into a faint crimson stream of light, silently leaving the Sea of ​​Sin, leaving behind their newly built love nest.

Su Chen opened his eyes shortly after she left, his purple eyes clear and bright, showing no sign of sleepiness. He reached for the letter beside his pillow, read it several times, and gently stroked the words "Do not search for me, do not think of me" with his fingertips. Finally, he chuckled softly with a mixture of helplessness and affection, carefully folded the letter, and tucked it away close to his body.

“My darling,” he whispered to the empty palace, his voice low and gentle, “I’ll do whatever you want. But… don’t keep me waiting too long.”

The Primordial Spirit Land.

In stark contrast to the vast chaos of the Chaos Land and the desolate destruction of the Sinful Sea, this place is where life and the power of creation are most abundant. The world is filled with a gentle yet vibrant life force, with spiritual plants everywhere, exotic flowers and rare herbs vying for attention, babbling streams, and celestial birds and mythical beasts living leisurely lives. Even the air carries a sweet fragrance.

Nan Xiang appeared directly in the core of the Hongmeng Divine Realm—the Divine Realm Temple. The temple was not magnificent and resplendent, but rather perfectly integrated with nature. Huge ancient trees served as beams, entwined with vibrant vines and spiritual flowers, white jade steps, and flowing spiritual springs. The overall style was ethereal and sacred.

As soon as she appeared, the gods and elves who were busy or cultivating around the temple noticed her.

"It's Young Master! Young Master is back!" A flower spirit with tender green buds on its head exclaimed in surprise.

"It really is Young Master Nanxiang! The pearl of the Lord of Life and the Lord of Chaos!" A maid in a green divine robe bowed excitedly.

"Greetings, Young Master!" "Welcome back to the Primordial Chaos, Young Master!" ...

A chorus of warm and respectful greetings rose and fell, and the eyes of many of the gods were filled with genuine joy. Although Nan Xiang did not often return to the Hongmeng Spiritual Land, she was the only daughter of the Lord of Life, Nan Yi, and the rightful young mistress of this land. In addition, she was exceptionally beautiful and her personality (in some ways) inherited her mother's affability, making her very popular in the Hongmeng Spiritual Land.

Nan Xiang smiled and nodded to everyone, her attitude gentle and unpretentious: "No need for formalities, everyone can just go about their business." She had not returned to handle any business; her purpose was clear, and she headed straight for the tranquil garden behind the temple.

Deep within the garden stood an ancient plum tree, its branches gnarled and twisted, its leaves lush and verdant, exuding a tranquil and timeless aura. This was planted by Nan Yi herself, accompanying Nan Xiang throughout her childhood. She walked to the tree, and with practiced ease, gently brushed against its intricate roots. A subtle release of divine power brought forth a wine jar sealed with spiritual clay, emanating a faint, chilling fragrance. The jar was rustic, bearing the two crooked characters for "Green Plum" that she had carved in her childhood.

"Xiaxia will surely love this ten-thousand-year-old plum wine." Nan Xiang held the wine jar, a hopeful smile on her face.

She didn't linger in the temple; in a flash, she returned to her boudoir in Hongmeng. Opening the familiar wardrobe, she found it filled with a dazzling array of dresses from all walks of life. After a moment's thought, she chose a knee-length cheongsam with a blue and white base and patterns as elegant and refined as antique blue-and-white porcelain. The cheongsam fit her perfectly, outlining her shapely figure. The collar and cuffs were adorned with tiny ice crystals, complementing the snowflake mark on her forehead. She loosely tied her cascading black hair up with a simple white jade hairpin, a few strands falling beside her neck, adding a touch of gentle charm. Looking at herself in the mirror, so different from her usual rosy and bright self, Nan Xiang nodded in satisfaction.

Yunchuanze, located in the southeastern part of the Hongmeng Spiritual Land, is the divine domain of the Yu Xia dynasty.

Here, the waters are shrouded in mist and clouds, and countless lakes and rivers of varying sizes are like scattered pearls and silver ribbons, inlaid among the boundless green fields and rolling mountains. The air is filled with moist moisture and the fragrance of grass and trees, and occasionally a huge, elegant aquatic spirit beast will peek out from the water and then quietly disappear.

In the center of the marshland lies the vast and boundless Cloud Marsh Sea. Its waters are not the ordinary blue of the mortal world, but rather a dreamlike, almost transparent light turquoise, with ethereal clouds, like smoke and mist, floating perpetually on its surface. And above the Cloud Marsh Sea, suspended in mid-air, stands an exquisitely beautiful palace—the Cloud River Palace.

The palace is constructed of white jade and a pale blue spiritual wood, with soaring eaves resembling waterbirds spreading their wings. The overall style is light and agile, blending seamlessly with the cloud-shrouded sea below. The winding corridors connect numerous floating islands, where jade-like flowers and trees, waterfalls and springs create a scene resembling a fairyland.

Holding the plum wine, Nan Xiang skillfully navigated through the clouds and landed on the terrace outside the main hall of Yun Chuan Palace. The terrace extended into the sea of ​​clouds; leaning on the railing, one could see a vast expanse of blue waves below and a clear blue sky above, a truly breathtaking sight.

As soon as she steadied herself, a woman's voice, filled with surprise and languor, came from inside the hall: "Oh, what wind blew our young master from the Chaos and Primordial Realms, the soon-to-be-married Goddess of Nanxiang, here? I thought you had long forgotten how to get to Yunchuanze!"

Before the words were finished, a figure in emerald green gracefully emerged from the hall.

The newcomer was none other than Yu Xia. She wore a perfectly tailored emerald green cheongsam with subtle patterns, which accentuated her figure just right—any more would make her appear voluptuous, any less slender. The slits on both sides of the cheongsam revealed glimpses of her fair and straight calves as she walked. Her ink-black hair was like clouds, with a few wisps of slightly curled hair deliberately left out on either side to frame her gentle and delicate face. The rest of her hair was styled into an elegant bun at the back of her head with a uniquely designed "mountain and river hairpin." The hairpin seemed to be carved from a single piece of spiritual jade imbued with the power of mountains, rivers, and lakes; the head of the hairpin was a miniature depiction of undulating mountains and winding waterways, lifelike and radiating a gentle yet powerful energy.

Her eyes naturally possessed a gentle, watery quality, but the gaze she cast upon Nan Xiang now shone with brightness, joy, and an undisguised teasing and accusatory tone.

Nan Xiang smiled and handed over the wine jar in her hand: "Here, this is an apology gift. It's a treasure from the ancient plum tree behind the temple, which I dug up and came straight here."

Yu Xia accepted the wine jar without ceremony, broke the clay seal, and a clear, mellow aroma, carrying the unique tartness of green plums and the mellow scent of time, instantly filled the air. She took a deep breath, a look of intoxication on her face, then deliberately put on a serious face and tapped Nan Xiang's forehead with her slender finger:

"At least you still have some conscience! I thought you were completely infatuated with that Lord of the Sinful Sea, unable to see or think of anyone else, and had even forgotten our sisterly bond of thousands of years!" Her tone was reproachful, but the smile in her eyes was undisguised. "Tell me, when did you hook up with him? You hid it really well! You even kept it from me!"

Nan Xiang's forehead tickled from the poke, but she laughed and dodged away, finding a rattan chair on the terrace to sit down in a relaxed manner: "What flirting? That sounds so awful. We were... destined for each other, it just happened naturally." Mentioning Su Chen, her eyes and brows unconsciously softened with sweetness and tenderness.

Yu Xia sat down opposite her, carrying a wine jar, and took two moonlight cups, filling them with amber-colored plum wine. She scoffed, "Come on, destiny, huh? I think you're just bewitched by his good looks! I've heard that Lord Su Chen's appearance and bearing are so striking that even the Lord of Chaos... well, he takes notice." She cleverly rephrased "jealousy," her eyes gleaming with even more mockery. "Tell me the truth, how did you two meet? Was it when you secretly went to the Sea of ​​Sin? I knew something was off about you going to that dangerous place every day back then!"

Nan Xiang took the wine glass, gently clinked it against Yu Xia's, took a sip of the mellow wine, and felt the warm current slide down her throat before slowly recounting the story of her and Su Chen's initial encounter in the Sea of ​​Sin, their companionship through countless reincarnations, their final reunion, the breaking of their curse, and the blossoming of their love. She selected the essential elements and told the story in a detailed and engaging manner. Naturally, she omitted certain overly private and restricted details.

Even so, Yu Xia was amazed by what she heard. Sometimes she was worried for the young Nan Xiang's boldness, and sometimes she was moved by Su Chen's ten thousand years of protection. Finally, when she heard about the blooming of the lotus of longing and the lovers finally getting together, her eyes were filled with tears of relief.

"Well, you're something else, Nan Xiaoxiang!" Yu Xia deliberately put on a stern face after hearing this, looking like "the older sister is very angry." "Such a wonderful... no, such an important experience, and you actually kept it from me for so long! If it weren't for your upcoming wedding, were you planning to keep it a secret forever? You really do forget your sisters once you have a man!"

Nan Xiang quickly moved closer, took her arm, and acted coquettishly like when they were little: "Good Xiaxia, good sister, I'm here now! I came to tell you first! And," she shook Yu Xia's arm, her eyes sly, "I even brought 'toll money' to bribe you, the goddess of Yun Chuanze!"

Yu Xia was amused by her and finally couldn't hold back, pointing her index finger forcefully at the tip of her nose: "You! You've always known this trick since you were little!" She sighed, her tone softening with genuine concern, "But... it sounds like that Lord Su Chen truly cares for you. A thousand years of protection, unwavering devotion... Our A Xiang has finally found her true love." She raised her wine glass, "Come, to your destiny, to your upcoming wedding, I, your elder sister, will drink to that!"

"Thank you, Sister Xiaxia!" Nan Xiang felt a surge of warmth in her heart, clinked glasses with Yu Xia again, and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

The two sisters, sipping on the ancient plum wine, stood on the terrace of Yun Chuan Palace, gazing at the churning sea of ​​clouds below and the distant, dark mountains, reminiscing about their separation. Yu Xia briefly mentioned her travels in various small worlds, including the interlude in the modern supernatural world, speaking lightly, but Nan Xiang could sense that some of Yu Xia's own stories and emotions were hidden within them.

“Speaking of which,” Yu Xia swirled her wine glass, gazing wistfully into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, “back in the main temple academy, you were just a tiny little girl, following me around calling me ‘Sister Xiaxia,’ ‘Sister Xiaxia’… In the blink of an eye, you’re about to get married.” Her tone carried a sense of nostalgia for the passing of time, along with a feeling of pride and a touch of reluctance at the thought of her younger sister growing up.

"Whether I get married or not, you will always be my Xiaxia sister." Nan Xiang leaned on her shoulder, her voice soft yet firm.

Yu Xia turned her head to look at her, smiled gently, and reached out to tidy up the stray hairs at her temples: "Yes. Remember, Yun Chuanze will always be your home, and I will always be your sister. If Su Chen dares to bully you in the future, just come back, and I will help you deal with him!" Her words were gentle, yet they carried the undeniable strength and domineering aura of the goddess of mountains and rivers.

Nan Xiang chuckled, but felt incredibly reassured: "Okay, it's a deal!"

As the sun set, it painted the sea of ​​clouds a vibrant golden-red. On the terrace, two best friends nestled together, the aroma of wine, laughter, and their deep sisterly bond filling the beautiful palace suspended above the sea of ​​clouds, creating a warm and timeless scene. Nan Xiang knew that no matter where she went or what her status was, with Yu Xia, she could always shed all her halos and burdens and be her most authentic self. And this friendship, like her love, was the most precious treasure in her life.