We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 111: It was His Majesty who secretly gave me the betrothal gifts.

Haishi.

In the backyard of the residence of the Minister of Rites of the Zhou Dynasty.

Yan Ruxue was in the courtyard looking at the bright moon hanging in the night sky.

The woman's charming peach blossom eyes blinked gently, reflecting the starry sky, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

After a long while, Yan Ruxue slowly withdrew her gaze from the night sky and looked straight ahead.

Seeing the woman walking towards her, Yan Ruxue smiled and asked, "Xiaoqing, what's wrong? Have you investigated it thoroughly?"

“Sister, the investigation is complete.” Xiaoqing nodded and handed over a bamboo slip. “According to the information gathered by Tinghai Pavilion, everything about Jiang Qingyi’s life, whether it’s verifiable real experiences or false rumors, is here.”

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoqing."

Yan Ruxue took the bamboo slip and covered it with her divine sense.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Ruxue swept through the 30,000 characters contained on the bamboo slip.

"interesting."

Yan Ruxue crushed the bamboo slips, and a gust of wind blew by, scattering the powder in the wind.

"I never expected that her master was also named Xiao Mo, and even more unexpectedly, she had been searching for her master for three thousand years."

"Yes."

Xiaoqing's expression was somewhat complicated.

"The City Lord of Tianji City calculated that her master was within the capital of Zhou Kingdom, so she came here in person, disguised as an ordinary disciple of the Wanjian Sect."

I think it's possible that when the King of Zhou went to greet the elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, she recognized the King of Zhou as the reincarnation of her master.

For three thousand years, the position of every blade of grass and every tree in that courtyard on Lingqian Peak has remained unchanged.

It is said that Lingqian Peak is where her master taught her.

Such a sickly woman.

Xiaoqing had quite a reaction when she learned that her elder sister would become the Empress of Zhou.

Three thousand years ago.

Yan Ruxue placed her small hands on her shapely thighs.

“Three thousand years ago, I remember searching for his reincarnation in the world of demons, but I found nothing. I never expected that I would miss him and even let Xiao Mo take in a disciple.”

As she spoke, Yan Ruxue smiled and said, "But as expected of Xiao Mo, the disciples he casually took in are now the number one sword immortals in the world. In that case, Jiang Qingyi should still call me master's wife."

Looking at her sister's composed expression, Xiaoqing was at a loss for words.

In the past, if my sister encountered a similar situation, she would be very nervous and even feel somewhat at a loss.

Even four thousand years ago, when my sister was with Brother Xiao, she still looked like a little girl. It seemed that as long as Brother Xiao was around, my sister would never grow up.

but
That is, four thousand years ago, after Brother Xiao left, Sister truly changed.

My older sister is no longer that innocent little girl.

On that day, not only in the North Sea, but throughout the world, the Empress whom they had waited for for ten thousand years finally arrived.

"Has Jiang Qingyi made any moves?" Yan Ruxue asked her younger sister.

“Yes.” Xiao Qing nodded: “When Zhou Kingdom pledged allegiance to Wan Jian Sect, under normal circumstances, it would be necessary to vacate the position of Grand Preceptor for Wan Jian Sect. The candidate for Grand Preceptor from Wan Jian Sect is Jiang Qingyi. Wan Jian Sect even requested that the Grand Preceptor’s residence be set up in the inner palace.”

"That's interesting." Yan Ruxue smiled, her eyes crinkling. "They're keeping an eye on me."

"Then, sister, what should we do with Jiang Qingyi?" Xiaoqing asked.

“Jiang Qingyi is a madwoman, but not an idiot. Besides, no matter what, I am her teacher’s wife, and I have a responsibility to discipline her.”

Yan Ruxue smiled and drank a cup of tea. "I know everything. You don't need to worry about Jiang Qingyi's side anymore. I will make my own decision."

"Yes, sister." Since her sister had said so, Xiaoqing didn't know what else to say.

"By the way, did you bring the painting that your sister asked you to bring?" Yan Ruxue asked with a smile.

"I brought it with me." Xiaoqing placed the painting next to her sister.

Yan Ruxue gently stroked the rolled-up scroll, the moonlight reflecting the tenderness in her eyes.

After a long while, Yan Ruxue turned her gaze away from the painting and looked at her younger sister: "Is there anything else?"

Normally, Xiaoqing would leave after reporting her findings, but it seemed she had something else to say to me.

"Sister, the headmaster of Bailu Academy, Shang Jiuli, sent a letter to Beihai." Xiaoqing's eyes darted around as she took a letter out of her bosom. "Sister, would you like to read it?"

Yan Ruxue stared at the envelope in her sister's hand, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, Yan Ruxue flicked her finger, and the envelope fell into her hand.

After opening and reading it, Yan Ruxue shook her head, and the envelope in her hand spontaneously combusted into ashes.

"Sister, what did Shang Jiuli write in his letter?" Xiaoqing asked curiously.

"Shang Jiuli said she wanted to redefine the events of the war between humans and demons four thousand years ago. Xiao Mo should not be unknown to the world; he should have a statue erected and be honored in the Confucian Temple," Yan Ruxue explained slowly.

Xiaoqing: "."

"Xiaoqing, please reply to my letter."

"Sister, please tell me."

"Just write four characters for me."

Yan Ruxue stood with her legs together, raised her head and looked directly at the night sky.

"They don't deserve it."

Xiaoqing was slightly surprised, but still nodded: "Sister, I understand."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing." Just as Xiaoqing was about to leave, Yan Ruxue said with a smile, "I have no objection to Senior Sister Shang. Send me an invitation and ask her to come to the capital four months from now to attend my wedding."

"This..." Xiaoqing hesitated, "Sister, Dean Shang probably won't be coming."

"Whether she comes or not is her business, whether we invite her or not is our business, after all, we're old friends," Yan Ruxue said with a smile.

"Understood." Xiaoqing turned and disappeared into the night.

After Xiaoqing left, Yan Ruxue tidied up her needlework and slowly walked into her boudoir.

Yan Ruxue unfolded the ink painting and hung it on the wall. The painting depicted a woman standing on a mountaintop gazing into the distance.

Just then, Xiaochun pushed open the door and walked in. Noticing the painting on the wall, she exclaimed in delight, "Miss, this painting is so beautiful!"

"Isn't it beautiful?" Yan Ruxue's eyes curved into a smile.

"Mmm, it's very beautiful." Xiaochun looked at the woman in the painting, whose lifelike appearance seemed to step out of the painting. "But Miss, why have I never seen this painting before?"

"I'm telling you, Xiaochun, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone."

"Don't worry, Miss, I won't tell anyone." Xiaochun's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"This painting..."

Yan Ruxue gently touched the maid's brow.

"It was a betrothal gift that His Majesty secretly gave me."

(End of this chapter)