Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

Ten long years on earth are but ten short days in heaven.

When Jiang Ruan was sorting out medicinal herbs, Siming suddenly appeared beside her.

Jiang Ruan, now somewhat versed in immortal arts, was not surprised by Siming's suddenness. Instead, he asked him out of habit, "Has Siming Star Lord brought another letter from the Emperor?"

For ten years, Siming would send Jiang Ruan a handwritten letter from Donghua almost every two weeks. Sometimes Jiang Ruan would reply, sometimes she wouldn't. Siming would then suggest sending something back to him to get the job done. Otherwise, Donghua might not be able to rest and recover, and would come to the mortal world to find her.

Jiang Ruan didn't want to, so sometimes she would ask Siming to take back a herb she had just dug up, sometimes something from a stall, and sometimes fruit or snacks. In short, she would let Siming take back whatever she had around.

Seeing Siming appear again, Jiang Ruan looked at the dried herbs in his hand...which were used to treat skin diseases.

Letting Sima Ming take this... is not right. Why don’t you just reply to the letter?

Siming, on his side, would make a trip to the mortal realm every half hour. Siming couldn't understand why the Emperor had so much to say to Miss Jiang. He also couldn't understand why the Emperor was so unsatisfied. He was tired of the things Miss Jiang asked him to bring back after only half an hour?!

Miss Jiang had just given the Emperor a medicinal plant. The Emperor had just planted it in the medicinal garden he had opened up in Taichen Palace. He immediately picked up a pen and wrote a letter and asked him to deliver it.

Miss Jiang had just asked him to bring some snacks to the Emperor. The Emperor finished eating in half an hour and picked up his pen to write a letter again, asking him to deliver it.

Miss Jiang gave the Emperor a rattle, and the Emperor shook it twice. Under his death-like gaze, he picked up his pen and wrote a letter, asking him to deliver it...

He had to deliver letters every half an hour, day and night, and he endured this horrible life for ten days!

Siming felt that he was really going to die.

It doesn't matter that Miss Jiang is not with the Emperor, what matters is that it is Sima Ming who is going to be worked to death!!!

Seeing Jiang Ruan looking around for something he could take back, Si Ming quickly stopped Jiang Ruan and said, "Miss Jiang, you misunderstood. I came here to give you an invitation."

Jiang Ruan was curious: "What invitation?"

Siming explained, "The Celestial Tribe won the battle against the Wing Tribe, and the Heavenly Sovereign decided to hold a celebration banquet to boost morale and appease the people. The invitations to the other immortals were delivered by the Heavenly Sovereign's men, while Miss Jiang's was delivered by a small immortal."

To show the deep affection between Miss Jiang and the Emperor as a family.

Si Ming didn't dare to say this, for fear that Jiang Ruan would not go if he said it.

The Emperor was waiting anxiously in the Heavenly Palace. If Miss Jiang didn't go, one could imagine what would happen to Sima Ming.

Maybe he was sent by the Emperor to deliver a letter as soon as he returned. He has to deliver it as soon as he returns. I'm afraid he will never be able to rest!

Jiang Ruan hesitated for a moment, wanting to refuse: "I have just ascended to heaven and am just a goddess with no reputation. Besides, I don't know anyone in the Heavenly Palace. How can I not go?"

Si Ming: "..."

The expression on Siming's face froze immediately.

Seeing that there was no one around, he immediately squatted on the ground, hugged himself and cried sadly.

Seeing Siming crying so sadly, Jiang Ruan squatted down and asked him, "Why is Siming Star Lord crying?"

"Cry, Siming, you are such a pitiful person." Siming howled dryly without shedding tears. Knowing that Jiang Ruan would only take soft words and not hard words, he said, "If Miss Jiang doesn't go to the Heavenly Palace to attend the banquet, the Emperor will continue to send me on the errand of delivering letters to you."

"You don't even know, the Emperor doesn't do anything about human affairs! I, a little immortal, have to go down to the mortal world every half an hour, and I've been doing this non-stop for ten days!"

She didn't expect Siming to be so miserable. She also ignored the different speed of time flow in heaven and earth. Jiang Ruan's sympathy suddenly came up.

At this moment, Zhe Yan, who had just finished reading the letter from Bai Zhen, walked out of the room and called out to Jiang Ruan, who was squatting on the ground and talking to Siming, "Ruan Ruan."

The fake crying expression on Siming's face froze.

Oops...something bad is about to happen!

Unexpectedly, Zhe Yan said, "I need to go to Kunlun Xu to deal with some matters. The Wing Realm is still unstable after the war. You will have no one to protect you and you might be targeted by the escaped eldest prince of the Wing Clan, Li Yuan. Why don't you go to the Heavenly Palace with Siming to attend the banquet and discuss medical skills with the Medicine King. Once I'm done with my business, I'll come find you."

Jiang Ruan stood up: "I understand."

Siming also stood up and saluted Zheyan: "Don't worry, Lord Zheyan, the Emperor will take good care of Miss Jiang."

Very reluctant to hand Jiang Ruan over to Donghua, Zheyan stared at Siming and finally uttered a few words lightly: "That's good."

He went to Kunlun Xu this time because Bai Zhen said in the letter that Si Yin had been guarding Mo Yuan's body and prevented Mo Yuan from being taken away by the Celestial Clan and buried in the Wuwang Sea. The people in Kunlun Xu were in unrest and there was a sad atmosphere.

He also didn't want Jiang Ruan to see Mo Yuan's lifeless body. When Mo Yuan returned, Jiang Ruan might feel soft-hearted towards him.

Before Zheyan went to Kunlun Xu, he first sent Jiang Ruan to the Heavenly Palace.

On the thirteenth floor of the Heavenly Palace, Zhe Yan said to Jiang Ruan, "The Taichen Palace is just ahead. I won't go in. If you need anything, hold this phoenix feather and silently recite my name. I'll appear before you instantly when I sense it."

"It's also a guarantee for your safety."

As he spoke, Zheyan handed Jiang Ruan a gorgeous and soft wind phoenix feather that shone in the light.

"Thank you." Jiang Ruan took it.

……

After Zheyan left, Jiang Ruan and Siming walked to Taichen Palace.

Donghua was waiting at the gate of Taichen Palace.

He was dressed in purple, with a tall figure. Although his face was still a little pale, it could not hide the excitement and joy on his handsome face, which added some frail scholarly beauty to his appearance, making people worry about him.

"A Ruan." He called Jiang Ruan's name tenderly and gently.

Jiang Ruan was at a loss for what to do for a moment, and greeted him rather uncomfortably: "Is your injury feeling better?"

"Much better, don't worry." Donghua couldn't stand the cold wind and clenched his fist against his bloodless lips and coughed twice.

Jiang Ruan looked at Donghua.

Is this feeling better now that you are so weak?

Siming hurriedly assisted: "The Emperor is seriously injured! He won't be able to recover in a short time."

"Miss Jiang also knows medicine. Why don't you and the Medicine King treat the Emperor together... There's nothing else to worry about. The Emperor just doesn't like taking medicine. He also likes to send me out and throw away the medicine. This will make the healing process even slower. I can't do anything about it... If a girl is watching, I'm sure the Emperor will take the medicine obediently."

Jiang Ruan couldn't believe it: "You're such a grown-up... and you're still afraid of taking bitter medicine?"

Donghua secretly praised Siming for his ability to speak, and then looked lonely and sad: "I have suffered enough since I was a child, so I don't want to take bitter medicine anymore."

"Both the body and the heart are suffering," Siming assisted again, sighing and lamenting: "The Emperor is really suffering~"

Jiang Ruan: “…”

What Jiang Ruan heard the most was Donghua's deeds. He was indeed a god who walked out of [killing]. After so many tens of thousands of years, the suffering he must have endured must have piled up like a mountain.

The pouch around her waist was often filled with candied fruits, which she used to coax her children who didn't want to take medicine.

She took out a candied fruit from her purse and handed it to Donghua: "This is sweeter."

In the center of the white and soft palm was a candied fruit covered with a layer of icing sugar. Donghua's eyes were filled with tenderness. He gently pinched the candied fruit with his fingers and put it into his mouth.

"Very sweet." His eyes were gentle, "enough to soothe the bitterness in my heart."