The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Seeing the look in the Emperor's eyes, Siming immediately realized that he seemed to have stolen the Emperor's lines, so he lowered his head and took half a step back.

Seeing this, Donghua turned his gaze back to Chonglin and motioned him to continue.

Chonglin: "At that time, the only people in the Ten-Mile Peach Forest were Supreme God Zheyan, Supreme God Ziyou, and the phoenix they rescued from Lingbao Tianzun. There was no one else."

Emperor Donghua: "Back then, when Yaoguang brought Ziyou to Taichen Palace, I could tell she was just a dragon fish, not a dragon. Now she has become a dragon, but why?"

He thought for a while and suddenly remembered that when Ziyou was undergoing the tribulation by the Ruoshui River, the tribulation sent down by heaven was a purple-gold thunder tribulation.

Donghua: "I see."

Siming was very curious about the reason, but he really couldn't think of it, so he could only pluck up the courage to ask Donghua.

Siming bowed and said, "Your Majesty, have you figured out why the Supreme God Ziyou turned into a dragon? Could you tell me? I'm really curious."

Donghua glanced at Siming and explained, "When Ziyou was undergoing the tribulation, it was the purple-gold lightning tribulation, which has the effect of purifying blood. Although she wasn't struck by much lightning at the time, she was still struck. And because she solved the Donghuang Bell and saved the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands, and because of her, the Underworld was born, thus perfecting the laws of Heaven, so in addition to bestowing merit on her, Heaven also completely changed her bloodline. And because the original candidate for Heavenly Sovereign, Mo Yuan's brother, was not born on time, Ziyou was chosen by Heaven to be the Heavenly Sovereign for the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands."

Siming and Chonglin were stunned. Was that so? Hadn't their tireless efforts over the past few months investigating those Dragon Clan members been in vain? It was all good now; they were finally free. But the Emperor... because he didn't want to deal with government affairs, he had asked them to find a Heavenly Sovereign. Now they had found someone, but it turned out to be his future empress. So, would the Emperor handle the government affairs himself, or leave it to the High God Ziyou? He wondered how High God Ziyou felt about the Emperor. Back at Zhuxiantai, he'd avoided him like a shrewd fool. Why did he seem to be looking forward to it?

Donghua knew Siming's problem had come back when he saw his expression, so he looked at him sharply and said, "Siming, what the hell are you thinking about?"

Siming was startled, realizing he might have said something wrong. He quickly adjusted his facial muscles, trying to make his expression extremely serious and solemn. He took a deep breath and, in an extremely calm, natural, and flawless tone, slowly thought about how to weave a reasonable excuse to respond to the situation.

"I was actually thinking about the Supreme God Ziyou..." Siming said as he cast his gaze towards the receding figure of Chonglin in the distance. He couldn't help but feel a little confused, but when his eyes returned to the Emperor's slightly gloomy face, it suddenly dawned on him - they had misunderstood what he had just said!

In a hurry, Siming hurriedly explained: "What I want to say is that Goddess Ziyou is still young and seems to have never been involved in such matters. So I was thinking, should you teach her first? In this way, it can help her gain knowledge and avoid possible omissions in the future." After that, Siming secretly observed the Emperor's reaction and found that the other party's attitude towards Ziyou was indeed unusual.

Seeing this, Siming suddenly had an idea. This was a good opportunity to bring the Emperor and Ziyou closer, and to get the Emperor to forgive my previous inappropriate remarks. Thinking of this, Siming felt that this idea was even more brilliant, and he looked forward to the Emperor accepting and adopting it.

However, Emperor Donghua had experienced many vicissitudes of life and was extremely shrewd. Although he was quite tempted by Siming's proposal, he still maintained an unpredictable calmness on the surface. He nodded slightly, indicating his approval of Siming's words, as if everything was under control. At this moment, Siming's heart finally relaxed a little, hoping that the future development would be as he wished. However, despite his thoughts, he still said truthfully: "You are indeed right. Ziyou is the Heavenly Sovereign chosen by Heaven, and she will definitely ascend to the throne of Heavenly Sovereign in the future. Therefore, she should also learn how to become a qualified monarch. And at this moment, looking at the entire world, it seems that only this Emperor is the most suitable to teach her."

When Sima Ming heard Donghua's words, he quickly agreed, "Your Majesty is absolutely right!" His words were full of recognition and appreciation for Donghua's point of view.

At this moment, Donghua felt that he had finally found a legitimate excuse to go find the girl he had been longing for. So, why hesitate any longer? With this thought in mind, he walked out the door without hesitation.

Siming and Chonglin watched as Donghua vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, their gazes etched in bewilderment. Then, they simultaneously exchanged glances, as if they could read a hint of gossip in each other's eyes. However, compared to Siming's unabashed curiosity, Chonglin's was more reserved.

Sima Ming: "I'd better prepare a place for that god to live. I think the supplies next to the Emperor are good." Then he nodded and asked someone to clean it up again and replace it with some things suitable for girls.

After finishing, Siming went to inspect the room. It was elegantly furnished, with a silk screen emblazoned with a pattern of spring river flowers and moon and golden lattices separating the interior and exterior. A tri-colored duck-billed incense burner sat on a tall table against the wall, slowly emitting fragrant mist. The room was lavishly furnished, with rising floor-length shades draped with coral-red and lilac-purple gauze curtains. In the center of one wall stood a treasure chest, filled with an enameled flower basket inlaid with sapphire, a blue-and-white porcelain plum vase, and a Qishou Changchun white stone bonsai. A lattice window with sandalwood inlaid with ivory flowers reflected in the glass, where peonies floated in crimson gold, a dazzling array of colors that felt like a dream.

Siming: "Very good. This is the future empress. I don't know what Goddess Ziyou likes. I hope she will be satisfied with the current situation." Chonglin watched Siming struggling there, and looked at the yard behind with some worry. He felt a little uneasy when he thought about how anyone who wanted to get close to the emperor had been troubled by Princess Zhihe. He hoped that Princess Zhihe would not make trouble and provoke Goddess Ziyou, otherwise the emperor might not be as gentle as before. However, he could not interfere with Princess Zhihe no matter what.

Donghua rode non-stop all the way to the Ten-Mile Peach Forest in the Northern Wasteland. From afar, he saw Ziyou quietly squatting under a large tree in the beautiful peach forest, holding a wine jar tightly in her arms, like a peaceful and beautiful painting.