Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Ever since Shen Juan ruined the patch of sunset flowers that Feng Ji'an planted for Jiu Yao, Feng Ji'an has been looking at Shen Juan as if she were an enemy.

In the past, Shen Juan and Jiu Yao would fight over a disagreement, but now the two are on the verge of exchanging blows.

Gu Yao pondered how to hold a grand wedding for Shen Juan.

Shen Juan knew about this and, intentionally or unintentionally, boasted about it in front of Feng Ji'an.

That's really childish.

But it's very effective.

While Gu Yao was still pondering whether the wedding dress should be made of South China Sea shark silk or celestial silkworm silk, Feng Ji'an, who had begun preparing for the marriage proposal a thousand years ago, was one step ahead—no, several steps ahead.

The wedding was prepared at an extremely fast pace (to avoid any unforeseen complications).

Ever since she learned that Jiuyao could return to Chaos, Feng Ji'an was truly terrified.

During that time, I always pestered Jiuyao to do all the pleasures of the world.

Out of guilt, Jiu Yao never refused, but this only earned him more and more ruthless behavior from Feng Ji'an.

He would interrogate Jiu Yao in the cold spring about how much he liked him.

She would also hold Jiuyao in the sycamore tree, and when her eyes were blurry with tears, she would ask Jiuyao to count how many stars were in the sky.

There are so many stars, how can you possibly count them all?

Even amidst all that turmoil, Feng Ji'an didn't forget to prepare for the wedding.

The speed of the event was so fast that Gu Yao was still in a daze when she was about to attend Jiu Yao's wedding ceremony as a member of her family.

He looked at Xiao Jiu, who still seemed like a child, and sighed softly.

Why does it feel like Xiao Jiu is still a child himself, yet he's handing him over to the Big Bad Wolf?

The deity, who was personally marrying off his child, sat on the steps of Su Chen Mountain and sighed sadly.

As Shen Juan carried the osmanthus wine brewed last year up the steps, her gaze fell on Gu Yao, and she smiled warmly, "My lord, why are you sitting here?"

Gu Yao looked at the rosy clouds rising in the east as dawn was about to break, lowered his eyes, and said, "It's nothing, it just feels a bit deserted."

Shen Juan sat down beside Gu Yao and gently took his hand. "Why do you say that, my lord? Aren't I here?"

Gu Yao then placed both of his hands into Shen Juan's, "That's true, but..."

The young man's gaze swept past Shen Juan and landed on the mountain peak behind him.

That was Jiuyao's original residence.

Shen Juan gently grasped Gu Yao's hand, suppressing the emotions in her eyes, "My lord, Jiu Yao's temperament isn't such that he can stay obediently in the Phoenix Clan."

He'll definitely run back every day.

Gu Yao shook his head. "It's different. After tomorrow, the name that precedes Nine Luminaries will no longer be Su Chen Mountain of the Shangqing Realm, but the Phoenix Clan."

Phoenix Clan Queen Nine Luminaries.

Shen Juan curled her lips slightly, "That's not necessarily true."

"Now that the world is at peace, the Phoenix Clan does not necessarily require a family to inherit the throne. Feng Ji'an's brothers and sisters are all extraordinary."

Gu Yao sighed, not taking those words to heart.

"The Phoenix King is a position of power, and among the Phoenix Clan today, who can compare to Feng Ji'an?"

Shen Juan smiled, but said nothing more.

That's not necessarily true.

He knew Feng Ji'an's character all too well.

He is the same kind of person as me.

However, he would never say that out loud.

Shen Juan smiled gently and shook the osmanthus wine in her hand. "My lord, don't think too much about it. This osmanthus wine is the one that should not be wasted."

Gu Yao looked up and saw an undisguised slyness on the boy's face in the glow of the sunrise.

It's a fox that openly schemes against its master.

They've dug a pit, waiting for him to jump in.

Gu Yao subconsciously rubbed his waist.

Seeing his little actions, Shen Juan's smile widened. She leaned close to Gu Yao's ear, her face full of laughter, and said, "What are you thinking about, sir? This osmanthus wine isn't intoxicating."

Gu Yao turned his face away.

Shen Juan, however, shamelessly sidled up to her, "Or perhaps, what are you thinking about, sir?"

Gu Yao raised his eyes and glared at him.

Shen Juan, however, was all smiles.

"Would you like some, sir?"

Gu Yao snatched the wine jar from Shen Juan's hand, "Drink!"

He stood up and leaped to the treetop.

Shen Juan stood under the tree and looked up.

The morning light of sunrise enveloped the white figure, gilding Gu Yao with a golden edge, making him appear like a god.

No, they were gods to begin with.

Shen Juan was like a pilgrim, her gaze always devoted and faithful to Gu Yao.

Gu Yao seemed to have transformed back into that carefree and unrestrained young man, casually unsealing the wine and tilting his head back to drink.

He was practicing swordplay on a plum blossom branch.

The red plum blossoms were startled and fell to the ground.

The ground was covered with fallen petals.

Gu Yao lay on his back among the flowers, his eyes somewhat dazed.

As the sky brightened overhead, Shen Juan approached, and Gu Yao grinned foolishly and reached out his hand to him.

The next instant, she was pulled into the boy's arms.

The air is filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Clear and crisp like snow.

Today, however, it has a unique sweetness.

Gu Yao smiled and kissed the boy's lips.

Unrestrained and casual.

Before Shen Juan could react, Gu Yao had already given him a gentle push and swayed as he walked to the red plum tree.

Amidst clusters of red plum blossoms, Ci Jing twirled and changed in her well-defined hands, the silver-white blade moving so fast it seemed to leave only a fleeting afterimage.

The sword light flashed like a rainbow, suddenly striking Shen Juan's face, but then in the next instant, it severed a plum blossom branch.

The beautiful red plum blossoms were shaken by the sword energy and gently drifted down in front of Shen Juan, landing on his temple.

Gu Yao stopped what he was doing, looked at Shen Juan, and smiled smugly, "Shen Juan, when we get married, I will personally put these flowers in your hair."

Shen Juan raised her hand to touch a small plum blossom at her temple, but her gaze did not leave Gu Yao for even a moment.

He gave a slight smile.

"it is good."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yao, like a child, casually tossed Ci Jing aside and rushed straight into Chen Juan's arms.

"Fox, catch me."

Shen Juan subconsciously opened her arms, and Gu Yao embraced her tightly.

The young man, with his arrogant expression, raised his hand and touched Shen Juan's right eye, causing Shen Juan's eyelashes to tremble uncontrollably.

A gentle breath brushed across his brow and spread to his eyes. Gu Yao's brows drooped, his eyes filled with heartache.

"Blow on it, blow on it and the fox won't feel pain anymore..."

The arms that were holding Gu Yao around the waist suddenly tightened.

Gu Yao was a little out of breath and reached out to pat Chen Juan's shoulder.

Shen Juan suppressed a multitude of emotions in her eyes, but in the end, they all turned into a sigh as she raised her hand and released Gu Yao.

Gu Yao turned his head to look at Shen Juan, but in the next instant, he quickly retreated, his back hitting the rough tree trunk, and the petals and snow on the branches above his head fell down in a flurry.

The tall figure enveloped Gu Yao, and snowflakes fell on Shen Juan's shoulders.

Gu Yao knew nothing about what happened after that.

All the sights before his eyes were obscured.

The kiss was rapid and passionate, with a unique flamboyance.

White snow and red plum blossoms are a match made in heaven.