Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

Kunlunxu Hall.

Mo Yuan sat at the head of the group, his tone solemn, "The Winged Tribe has already stockpiled troops at the border, and I think they'll launch an attack soon."

Donghua leaned casually on the cushions and asked, "The Celestial Tribe's army has already assembled. Besides Yangcuo, Sangji and Liansong will also be participating in this war. This shows how seriously the Celestial Monarch takes this battle."

"I want to ask you, how sure are you?"

"100% sure." Mo Yuan said affirmatively.

Donghua said, "You know what I'm asking."

Mo Yuan tightened his hands on his knees, his expression remaining calm and composed. He looked at Donghua, "This day will come to us eventually. It's just a matter of time. Just keep calm."

But why did he meet Jiang Ruan before his calamity came?

He told Donghua to keep calm and not to make him worry, but his own heart was not under his control at all. He wanted to be calm and relaxed in facing the outcome of the war, but he found that the little corner of his heart that he had hidden very deeply and never exposed to others was hurting badly.

"That's true." Donghua took a sip of his teacup and said, "You seem so calm. I was overthinking it."

"We've lived for too long. Even if we want to panic about many things, we can't feel excited because of our age and experience. This is our sorrow." Mo Yuan lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions that quickly flashed through his eyes.

"I have my responsibilities, and you have yours too." Mo Yuan asked calmly, "If you were faced with my situation right now, what would you choose?"

Donghua said without hesitation: "Of course, all living beings in the world come first. However, for Jiang Ruan, I will do my best to find a way to survive."

"After I have arranged everything for her, I will be the Emperor Donghua who is willing to sacrifice himself for the four seas and eight wastelands. After that, no matter if it takes thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, I will return to Jiang Ruan's side to guard her and protect her."

Donghua's words deeply touched Mo Yuan's heart, and it felt like the wind was blowing through his heart.

He whispered, "That's what you would do."

That's what he would do too.

……

After finishing his conversation with Mo Yuan, when Donghua returned to the courtyard, not only Siming was there, but Zheyan was also there.

In front of Zheyan, Siming naturally couldn't tell Donghua about what he saw wrong with Mo Yuan. He could only suppress it in his heart for the time being and only reported some recent official business to Donghua.

Donghua wanted to wait for Jiang Ruan to wake up, but Jiang Ruan was too drunk and remained in a coma.

"It's good to be asleep." Zhe Yan's eyes softened. "Since she fell from the Heavenly Palace until now, this is the most peaceful sleep she has ever had."

Donghua glanced at Zheyan and asked, "How dare you say that?"

"I meant well." Zhe Yan turned to Dong Hua, "Jiang Ruan has always been worried about Cen Sheng. I thought it would be a good thing for you to let her break off her worldly ties."

"Hey, I was really thinking about you at that time."

Donghua asked, "What about now?"

Zhe Yan: "Now I have to thank you for what you did back then..."

Before he finished speaking, he quickly dodged a divine power from Donghua.

Looking at the collapsing courtyard wall, Zheyan sighed, "It's still so violent. It seems only Siming can help you repair the collapsed wall."

Si Ming: "..."

Siming, who kept his head down and dared not speak for fear of being noticed, said that the mouth of the Supreme God Zheyan was really harmful!

Before Donghua left, he instructed Siming, "Simmer a light and soft lotus seed soup. Give it to Jiang Ruan when she wakes up."

"Yes, don't worry, Your Majesty." Sima Ming kept these in mind.

Seeing that Zheyan was not there, he leaned in front of Donghua and whispered, "This little immortal will also look after the Supreme God Zheyan."

Donghua was very satisfied with Siming's departure. After leaving a message for Siming saying he had something to tell him, he flew towards the Heavenly Palace.

After Donghua left, Siming worked tirelessly with the bricklaying tools to rebuild the wall that was knocked down by Donghua.

……

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Ruan saw smooth and flat stones.

She blinked before realizing it was a stone roof.

The quilt covering her body was soft and fragrant, and the bed curtains were drawn, blocking out part of the light from the burning candle.

She could see several figures standing outside the curtain.

The fairies outside the curtain also noticed Jiang Ruan waking up. They lifted the curtain and one of them asked, "Miss Jiang, you're awake. Would you like some water?"

The dryness in her throat from her sleep completely disappeared. Jiang Ruan refused the fairies and sat up on her own.

A soft pillow was placed behind her back, and a strand of long hair fell in front of her chest. She still felt a little weak, and all she remembered was that she had taken a sip of wine in Bi Hai Cang Ling and then lost consciousness.

The room was very quiet. Jiang Ruan took a moment to calm down, put on his coat, and slowly walked out of the stone chamber. He found a small courtyard outside.

Although the courtyard is not big, it is decorated exquisitely and gracefully. The small bridge and flowing water show elegance. Zhe Yan, wearing a pink robe, is sitting at a stone table under a cool and blooming plum tree.

Zheyan supported his head with one hand, looking elegant, handsome and dashing.

He was seen closing his eyes and resting, with a peaceful atmosphere around him. The wind blew, and plum blossom petals fell from his head. One petal swayed and fell on his shoulder. He seemed to be disturbed and frowned slightly.

He raised his eyelids slightly, and although he had just woken up, he looked at Jiang Ruan who walked out of the stone chamber with clear eyes.

Zhe Yan stood up, walked towards Jiang Ruan, and asked with concern, "You're awake. Are you still feeling unwell?"

"No." Jiang Ruan shook his head and looked around the yard: "I am..."

"This is Kunlun Xu. Donghua brought you here." Zheyan explained gently, "That day, after Bi Hai Cang Ling drank the lotus wine, you fell into a coma for three days and three nights."

"Seeing you wake up safely today, I feel relieved."

Seeing that Jiang Ruan hadn't completely recovered from the effects of the lotus wine and was pondering his words rather slowly, Zhe Yan felt that Jiang Ruan looked particularly adorable. He slowed his voice and said, "Ruan Ruan, let me take your pulse."

Jiang Ruan nodded and showed his wrist.

A white jade-like wrist appeared before his eyes, covered by a layer of green handkerchief. Zheyan's eyes dimmed slightly, and he raised his hand to cover it, carefully checking the pulse.

"It's just that the residual effect of the wine hasn't worn off yet. It will be fine after it wears off." Zheyan took off the handkerchief covering Jiang Ruan's wrist, and while she was not paying attention to these details, he put the handkerchief into his sleeve.

Then he asked, "Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"

Jiang Ruan still felt a little dizzy: "How could this wine be so potent?"

"Hey, this is no ordinary wine," Zheyan was about to criticize Donghua after hearing Jiang Ruan mention it: "Donghua brewed wine..."

"The wine brewed by the Emperor is naturally extraordinary!" A sudden loud voice interrupted Zhe Yan's words.

Jiang Ruan and Zhe Yan looked towards the source of the sound. Siming, carrying a tray, trotted over to them. Suppressing his fear of the ancient gods, Siming saluted the obviously displeased Zhe Yan and said, "This little immortal greets the Supreme God Zhe Yan."