Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

As soon as he reached the gate of Taichen Palace, he heard such a sad song of lovesickness. Lian Song, who was quite accomplished in music, paused and looked in surprise in the direction where the sound came from.

Seeing Siming coming towards him, he asked in disbelief, "The mortal woman the Emperor brought back actually has..."

"Shh!" Siming quickly signaled him to be silent, "Third Prince, don't dare to say anything nonsense."

"If the Emperor hears this, he'll be angry."

The anger of the Son of Heaven and Earth would cause millions of deaths, let alone the anger of the former ruler of heaven and earth.

"Alas..." Lian Song shook his head and sighed, "Why bother, why bother."

Sima Ming said, "Love comes from nowhere, yet it's deep and lasting. The Emperor... simply doesn't want to let go."

Lian Song clapped his hands: "But a forced melon is not sweet after all."

Siming: "Time flies, immortals and gods often live for tens of thousands of years, one day the Emperor will be able to impress Miss Jiang."

Lian Song was surprised: "Are you saying that the Emperor didn't use force?"

"Hey, hey, hey? What kind of dirty thoughts are these, Your Highness?" Siming waved his hands repeatedly, his face serious: "The Emperor was once the ruler of heaven and earth, so he naturally disdains to do such a thing!"

"Apart from bringing Miss Jiang back to the Heavenly Palace, the Emperor has never overstepped his bounds in his treatment of her. All his respect is directed towards her!"

"The way they did it shocked even me."

Hearing Siming say this, Lian Song sighed, "I hear the music of this zither is loyal and unwavering. I'm afraid the Emperor will have to endure some hardship."

……

The song is over.

Jiang Ruan looked at Donghua, who had an expressionless face. "Your Majesty is wise, and he will surely understand what the zither says."

The hand clenched in his sleeve loosened a little, and Donghua opened his mouth and said, "I have no achievements in music. If you like, I will learn from you in the future."

Jiang Ruan: “…”

"Eat something for the sake of this zither." Donghua softened his tone. "I don't care about doing anything behind your back, so you don't have to worry about me tampering with the food."

Jiang Ruan said bluntly: "I don't like you."

"I know." Donghua also looked at her, his eyes deep. "That's why I treat you with affection but respect."

No matter what Jiang Ruan said, Donghua always had something to say to her, like a punch hitting cotton. His self-righteousness made Jiang Ruan feel angry.

In the end, Jiang Ruan ate.

She didn't want to die and wanted to go back alive to see Cen Sheng.

She finally changed into the clothes of heaven, but she did not use the hair accessories prepared by Donghua. She only used her own wooden hairpin to decorate her black hair.

Since Donghua did not force her thoughts and gave her a certain degree of freedom, Jiang Ruan temporarily showed weakness and wanted to secretly find a way to return to the mortal world.

One day, Jiang Ruan left the bedroom and sat down in the waterside pavilion of Taichen Palace.

The water pavilion is built on the endless lake, with gauze curtains fluttering around it. The lake is quiet and the sky is reflected in the water.

She sat by the waterside pavilion, her fingers lightly touching the surface of the lake, causing ripples.

"Gods and humans should not have anything to do with each other. Why don't gods take care of such a big thing?" She sighed and asked the fairy behind her.

The fairies exchanged glances, and one of them replied, "The Emperor was once the co-lord of heaven and earth. There is no god in the entire Four Seas and Eight Wastelands who is more noble than him."

Another fairy said, "The Emperor is deeply in love with you, a feeling many fairies would never be able to obtain. Why don't you put aside your prejudices and try to get along with the Emperor?"

Jiang Ruan asked, "Can't the Heavenly Lord do anything about it?"

When she just woke up, she heard Siming mention that the Lord of Heaven, the leader of all immortals and the master of the Heavenly Palace, should not remain silent.

Fairy: "The current Haode Tianjun was supported to the throne after the Emperor abdicated, and he does not have much power in front of the Emperor."

After getting the answer, Jiang Ruan felt depressed again.

Donghua walked over slowly and saw the woman sitting by the waterside pavilion. The corners of his lips curved into a beautiful arc.

"Jiang Ruan." The tall man's voice was as white as snow. The name Jiang Ruan sounded strangely tender when he pronounced it. He walked closer and sat beside her, his purple robe hanging down, and his white hair also fell on the robe. He extended his bony hand forward and said, "I saw that you don't have many hair accessories, so I made this hairpin myself."

Jiang Ruan looked over and saw that the man was holding a uniquely shaped hairpin inlaid with amethyst in his slender fingers.

"Stop doing this useless work." Jiang Ruan didn't appreciate it: "I don't like it."

Donghua: "Do you dislike me or this hairpin?"

Jiang Ruan looked at him strangely: "Is there anything different?"

Donghua looked at their reflections in the water and said to her, "I'm not surprised you don't like me. If you don't like this hairpin because of me, then you're just taking your anger out on me."

Jiang Ruan: "...perverse logic."

This immortal was so eloquent that she couldn't beat him.

As Jiang Ruan said, Donghua, as the emperor, brought a mortal woman to the Heavenly Palace. How could the Emperor remain silent?

After learning that the mortal girl was not willing, the Emperor of Heaven personally visited Taichen Palace with his second son Sang Ji.

Upon hearing that the Heavenly Emperor was coming to visit, Donghua's gentleness towards Jiang Ruan disappeared completely, and his expressionless and cold look was his true self.

He placed the hairpin he made himself next to Jiang Ruan, then stood up and left.

Taichen Palace, by the pond where Donghua was fishing.

The Emperor in purple and the Heavenly Lord in white sat opposite each other. Sima Ming poured tea for each of them and then retreated respectfully.

Tianjun is an immortal with a cultivation level of only a few hundred thousand years younger than Donghua, but he looks middle-aged and has a very thick beard. Anyone who sees the two gods standing together will sigh in admiration at their cultivation level.

The Emperor picked up the teacup and took a sip. The refreshing aroma refreshed his heart. He looked at Emperor Donghua who was leaning against him, concentrating on gazing at the koi in the pond.

The Heavenly Monarch said, "Recently, there has been constant friction between the Skywing Clan and our Celestial Clan. I'm afraid a war will begin soon."

Donghua said coldly, "The Winged Tribe never submits to you. It's only a matter of time before they start fighting."

"But Emperor..." The Heavenly Lord was deeply moved by these words. "The situation is tense right now. High God Mo Yuan and High God Yao Guang just had their final battle on the summit of Cangwu Mountain. And a while ago, I heard rumors about you and Yifan. It really makes me uneasy and worried day and night!"

"Oh?" Donghua turned his gaze to the Heavenly Monarch and said with a half-smile, "According to you, my next move is to let my emotions cloud my judgment and cause the entire Four Seas and Eight Desolations to be in turmoil?"

Sang Ji, who was standing below, broke out in a cold sweat under the cold pressure.

Sima Ming looked at his nose and then at his heart, pretending to hear nothing.

"The Emperor is serious."

The Heavenly Lord was apprehensive: "But, Lord, if you really like that mortal woman, wouldn't it be a beautiful story to spend a lifetime with her in the lower realm?"

With his wrists resting on his knees, Donghua scoffed, "If I only wanted to be with her for the rest of my life, why would I have brought her to heaven?"

How can one be satisfied with just a few decades if the love is so deep?

What he wants is for God to accompany him forever in his future life without separation.