The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

Yun Fuzhao coughed, unsure how to face the prince, so she changed the subject, "Have you returned from court?"

Nan Jing came to her side, his gaze fixed on her face. "Today is a day off. Let me draw your eyebrows."

"Ah good."

Yun Fuzhao moved a chair and sat opposite him. Nan Jing seemed to have done this many times before, his technique was extremely skilled.

How could a prince know how to do this? It couldn't be something he painted for his wives and concubines, but he clearly doesn't even have a concubine in his mansion.

Yun Fuzhao kept her eyes open. Because of the eyebrow painting, the two were very close, and she could even see the fine downy hairs on his face.

Nan Jing was very focused, as if she were handling a fragile work of art, moving with utmost care.

"it's beautiful."

He murmured involuntarily.

Yun Fuzhao was terrified by his gaze; it wasn't admiration at all, but madness. The kind of madness that made him want to cut off her face and preserve it.

She got goosebumps all over.

Yun Fuzhao instinctively grasped his hand, but a flicker of discomfort crossed the latter's eyes. However, it was quickly concealed.

She could see clearly that this was a prince with obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

"Your Highness," Yun Fuzhao asked, tilting his head back, "has your eyebrows only been drawn for me?"

"Is he jealous?"

Nan Jing chuckled, "We'll be getting married soon, what's there to worry about?"

Yun Fuzhao blinked. "Let's change the subject."

“Alright,” Nan Jing grasped her hand in return, “The peach blossoms in Chang’an are in bloom, let’s go admire them together.”

He placed Yun Fuzhao's hand against his heart and said gently, "There's a legend in Chang'an that if you catch a falling petal under a peach tree, you'll be together forever."

"Really?" Yun Fuzhao dutifully played the role of a girl who had fallen in love.

His acting skills were phenomenal.

To get to Chang'an, one needs to take a carriage. Nan Jing has difficulty moving around, so his servants carried him up.

Yun Fuzhao waited for him to get in before carefully sitting down herself.

Since she came to this world, she has never ridden in such a down-to-earth mode of transportation; she always flies away like a dragon.

It was only this subtle unease that made her suspect that this tenth secret realm might be connected to the human world.

Everything felt so real; even each servant had their own distinct personality.

The carriage was spacious, with a rosewood tea table in the center and a gold-carved incense burner on it. The air was filled with the elegant and tranquil fragrance of incense.

"We all use this tool to get around."

Seeing her looking around, Nan Jing assumed she was curious about things in the human world, so he began to explain.

“How amazing,” Yun Fuzhao said, “There are so many ways to travel on land. I’ve even seen people traveling on four-legged beasts before.”

"Those are called horses."

Yun Fuzhao asked several more idiotic questions before carefully asking, "Your Highness, aren't you afraid of public criticism if we marry?"

This body belongs to a mermaid, with no status or background. Why would a prince like him be willing to marry her as his principal wife?

In just one day, Yun Fuzhao learned a great deal of information from the servants.

What puzzled her was that the servants looked at her with a barely perceptible pity.

Was it out of pity that she married a husband who was disabled in both legs?

Nan Jing looked up, her eyes filled with the same tenderness as always, "I love you, and I want to be with you for life. What do other people's opinions matter to me?"

Look how well those words were spoken.

Yun Fuzhao showed an expression of deep emotion.

Nan Jing continued, "Besides, you are not only my lover, but also my benefactor. I should repay your life-saving kindness tenfold."

A life-saving grace?

Nan Jing seemed to recall some memory, "If it weren't for you that day, I'm afraid I would have drowned in that vast ocean."

From his words, Yun Fuzhao roughly understood that 'she' must have saved Nan Jing from falling into the sea, and the latter married her to repay her?

No, someone saved you, how can you repay kindness with enmity?

Yun Fuzhao couldn't understand his thought process.

I could only pretend to be equally moved.

They arrived at their destination quickly.

The peach blossoms he was referring to were a peach grove.

By now, many people have gathered to watch.

Someone recognized Nan Jing.

"It's the Prince of Anyang!"

As soon as they shouted, a large crowd of people gathered around them.

The guards quickly drew their swords to protect Nan Jing.

"Put it away, don't scare them."

"Your Highness, we have come to thank you. If it weren't for your distribution of food, we common people wouldn't have survived the cold winter."

"The prince has helped us a lot over the years. Last year's drought almost killed us, and it was the prince who provided us with grain to save us."

Yun Fuzhao listened to their sincere thanks.

Each and every one of these incidents reflects the benevolent and charitable character of the Prince of Anyang.

Most of the day has passed, and they still show no sign of leaving.

Nan Jing said softly, "Gentlemen, I am here today to admire the flowers with my queen."

Only then did everyone notice Yun Fuzhao behind him.

"The princess is so beautiful. The prince and princess are a perfect match."

"How come I didn't know when Your Highness got a wife?"

Nan Jing replied, "We're not married yet, but it will be soon."

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on, offered many words of congratulations, and then left together.

Nan Jing turned to look at Yun Fuzhao, "Let's go."

"The people here really like you."

“The people of Chang’an are grateful and repay kindness,” Nan Jing thought of something and suddenly laughed, “just like I am to you.”

Yun Fuzhao pushed him toward a less crowded area.

The petals drifted down on the wind, tiny and delicate, like a misty rain.

Nan Jing stretched out his hand; his fingers were slender and fair, and the lines on his palm were clear.

A small petal fell into his palm.

“Fu Zhao, come to me.”

Yun Fuzhao walked up to him and squatted down. "What's wrong?"

Nan Jing stared intently at her. "Hold out your hand."

Yun Fuzhao did as instructed.

He placed the petal in her palm. "I caught it. The legend can come true."

Yun Fuzhao forgot to act for a moment and replied very bluntly, "With so many petals, it would be hard not to catch them."

"..."

Seeing his silence, Yun Fuzhao realized what she had said.

She coughed awkwardly, then raised her hand, and the flower petal landed in her palm like a feather. She said happily, "I caught it too. It seems we can be together for a long time."

A subtle flicker of emotion crossed Nan Jing's eyes.

His gaze never left her face.

With a look of infatuation in his eyes, he said, "Yes, for a long, long time."

Yun Fuzhao was almost immune to his gaze; it was clearly the look of a yandere or madman.

To be honest, he does resemble Yu Ze a bit.

Nan Jing watched for a while, then suddenly raised his hand. Yun Fuzhao instinctively wanted to back away, but he managed to restrain himself.

Nan Jing's hand landed on her head and removed the flower petals from her hair.

Yun Fuzhao's tense nerves finally relaxed; she had thought he was going to attack her.

That was close; I almost got slapped.