Chapter 234

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Xuan Ge and Xing Xiao stood side by side under the corridor, watching from afar the figures of Ji Zi lecturing Xing and March 7th not far away.

Xuan Ge turned his head to look at Xing Xiao beside him, her expression calm, and lightly bumped her with his shoulder, "You played too big, or was it that girl Xing who played too big?"

"Scum~ This matter, clearly it was you who played too big~"

Xing Xiao smiled and bumped him back with her shoulder, her tone carrying a few parts of spoiled complaint, then immediately changed the topic:

"You'd better think carefully about what kind of resolve Ji Zi came with this time."

"I didn't do anything."

Xuan Ge spread his hands helplessly, an innocent look on his face, "I just drank a cup of coffee Ji Zi brewed, faked a coma, created a bit of a lively atmosphere for that girl Xing, who knew it would blow up to this extent."

"Scum~ Your own mess, you clean it up yourself."

Xing Xiao rose on her tiptoes, lightly kissed Xuan Ge on the cheek, then turned and walked toward the sleeping palace.

If not for Xing impersonating her identity outside, at this hour, she would still be catching up on sleep.

Xuan Ge touched the cheek Xing Xiao had kissed, smiled helplessly, and his gaze returned to the three figures not far away.

At this moment, Ji Zi had already figured out the whole story from Xing and March 7th's back-and-forth explanations.

She lowered her head to look at the scattered tea cakes and fruit drinks on the garden stone table, then looked at the two girls' obedient, apologetic expressions, and only then let out a breath.

Turned out she had worried too much, thought too much.

Ji Zi reached out, lightly smoothed down the ceremonial hem of Xing's pure white bodysuit twice, her tone carrying a few parts of helplessness and curiosity:

"Xing, this outfit of yours.... what's the deal with it?"

"Ehehe~ Sister Ji Zi, I can change back!"

Xing said with a smile, raising her hand preparing to use her power to switch back to her original clothes, but was hurriedly stopped by Ji Zi reaching out.

She wasn't sure if Xing could change clothes seamlessly; if her delicate body were exposed for Xuan Huang to see, that would be bad.

March 7th tilted her head up, looking at Ji Zi's complexion, and asked softly: "Sister Ji Zi, why do you look kind of weird?"

Although Ji Zi had already set her mind at ease and was no longer angry, she always felt that on Ji Zi's face, there was a trace of hard-to-detect emotion hidden.

Ji Zi extended both hands, lightly rubbed the tops of Xing and March 7th's heads, smiling gently:

"I'm fine, just a bit tired."

"But you two must remember, no matter what you encounter, me, Welt, and Dan Heng are here, you are all members of the Astral Express, and standing behind you is the Trailblaze."

"I remember." Xing and March 7th answered in unison, nodding obediently.

"Alright, let's go back." Ji Zi put down her hands, her tone gentle, "Three days from now, we set sail for Pinocchio, go back and prepare well."

Xuan Ge watched Xing and March 7th leave, then looked at Ji Zi walking over after taking a deep breath.

Xuan Ge knew clearly in his heart, what was coming had still come.

He didn't mean to be the bad guy, but since Ji Zi dared to impersonate his consort and calmly enter the harem grounds, she must be prepared to bear the consequences.

"Sit." Xuan Ge raised his hand, signaling Ji Zi to sit on the stone stool beside him, his tone revealing no excessive emotion.

Ji Zi sat down in silence, unknown what she was thinking, her expression somewhat restrained.

Xuan Ge raised his hand, signaling a few Shenwu Imperial Guards in the distance to come over, clear away the tea cakes and fruit drinks on the stone table, and had someone brew a fresh pot of hot tea.

After doing all this, he only lightly sighed, and said in a low voice: "What a pity."

Ji Zi raised her eyes, looking at Xuan Ge's sighing appearance, then at the tea cup he pushed before her, and instantly understood in her heart.

This "what a pity" was both said for Xuan Ge himself to hear, and said for her to hear.

She was anxious to see Xuan Ge, worried for Xing and March 7th's safety, and had no choice but to borrow the identity of "Consort Ji".

This method was very stupid, but extraordinarily effective.

The Shenwu Imperial Guards also tacitly accepted it; a woman who delivered herself to the door, matched Xuan Huang's preferences, and possessed the status of Astral Express Navigator — they had no reason to stop her.

If following normal procedure, an outsider wanting to audience Xuan Huang needed layer upon layer of reporting and identity verification; even with Xing holding the Shenwu Token, she could only wait outside the hall for a summons.

But the status of "Consort" was unimpeded; this was the fastest way she could see Xuan Ge.

Xuan Ge's "what a pity" was telling her that he was no longer the Divine Might General of those years; now he was Xuan Huang, and her doing this, her identity could only be confirmed as fact.

Otherwise, it would be slapping the Emperor's face, losing the face of the entire Shen Wu Xian Zhou.

If Xuan Ge let her off, there would be a second after the first, and afterward others would follow suit in droves; not only would it throw the harem rules into chaos, it would also make the Xian Zhou's myriad citizens dissatisfied.

This was what Xuan Ge could not accept, and what the Xian Zhou's myriad citizens could not allow.

"Drink." Xuan Ge pushed the tea cup toward Ji Zi again.

Ji Zi took a deep breath, suppressed the complex emotions in her heart, and once again wore a composed smile on her face.

Drinking this cup of tea meant she formally became Xuan Ge's person, counted as "boarding the train first, buying the ticket later".

But she had never been in love, never had her heart moved for anyone; for a moment, she actually didn't know how to face this sudden relationship.

What made her even more awkward was that her age was already not small.

If placed among the short-lived species, put nicely she was a mature older sister, put badly, she could even be called "Auntie".

Ji Zi did not hesitate, picked up the tea cup, lightly sipped a mouthful, raised her head to look at Xuan Ge: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Xuan Ge also sensed the awkward atmosphere, hurriedly found a topic to break the silence: "Er Xiang Le Yuan, I'll go take a look later...."

"Hasn't Your Majesty already sent Yao Fei there?"

Ji Zi smiled faintly, her tone natural: "I left that place many years ago; the situation inside, perhaps not as familiar as Yao Fei, afraid I can't help Your Majesty much."

She didn't expect Xuan Ge would actually take the initiative to bring up her past; since he wanted to talk deeply, she would go along with his wish.

"Ah... right, I almost forgot."

Xuan Ge scratched his cheek somewhat awkwardly, and for a moment he actually didn't know what to say, falling into silence.

"However, since the Emperor is willing to let me guide the way, I'm naturally happy to."

Seeing this, Ji Zi proactively broke the silence, raising her hand to pour Xuan Ge a cup of tea, her tone carrying a hint of curiosity, "I wonder, has the Emperor ever experienced school days?"

Xuan Ge rubbed the wall of the teacup, his tone calm: "School? To speak of it isn't shameful; when I was young, I was often punished to stand."

Ji Zi's eyes lit up, smiling as she asked further: "Why? Could it be the Emperor was very mischievous as a child?"

"It wasn't that I was mischievous; it was all Jing Yuan's doing."

Xuan Ge thought of childhood matters and couldn't help but feel a wry amusement.

"Jing Yuan and I were deskmates; don't look at his current harmless appearance, spending all day slacking off — as a child he was very naughty, often giving me trouble."

He paused, then continued: "There were classes I didn't want to attend, so I lay on the desk and slept."

"Jing Yuan would sneakily pass his hand over my shoulder, and when the teacher asked a question, he would raise his hand, and then the teacher would call on me to answer."

Ji Zi closed her eyes, imagined that scene in her mind, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

She really hadn't expected that the Xuan Emperor and General Shence had such joyful and funny times in their childhood.

The awkward atmosphere gradually dissipated; Xuan Ge and Ji Zi exchanged words, chatting from school anecdotes to Xian Zhou anecdotes;

Then they talked about the Astral Express experiences, gradually chatting heatedly, their eyes gaining a few degrees of warmth, but there was still a third person present.

"Wow~ There's actually such a story~ This Jing Yuan is too naughty~"

A pink-haired girl, sitting in a duck-sit posture in the Void, with the brilliant Xing He beneath her.

Her pupils are pure blue, the pupils themselves pink rhombuses.

Holding a pen and a notebook in her hand, rapidly recording every sentence Xuan Ge spoke, her face full of curiosity.

Xi Lian stopped her pen, looked down at the content recorded in the notebook, and the corners of her mouth revealed a shallow smile.

She had already recorded a lot of information about Xuan Ge, from his past to his journey to becoming Xuan Emperor; every matter filled her with curiosity.

"The Savior from beyond the heavens leads the Golden Bloodline to begin the salvation Flamechase, and Weng Fa Luo Si will also welcome its true master."

Xi Lian lightly closed the book, her gaze looking toward the distant Weng Fa Luo Si, stretched lazily, and lay comfortably on the Xing Kong.

"Written by the Xuan Emperor's own hand; presumably, this will certainly be a story full of romance~"