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"Okay, next time I'll talk to my wife first before I start."

Shang Fuyan smiled and withdrew his hand, completely accommodating his wife.

Seeing how readily he took advantage of the situation, Sang Huan was momentarily speechless. She pursed her lips and simply tilted her fair, delicate chin up.

"Alright, didn't you want to go to the market? Put on your shoes, and I'll show you the way."

As she spoke, seeing that he was still motionless, she stretched out her snow-white little foot and tried to kick him in the side.

But to her surprise, the moment she stretched out her foot, the man's large hand grasped her soft, delicate ankle.

The rough, calloused fingertips gently caressed her fair, soft, and smooth skin. The rough, sandpaper-like sensation sent shivers down Sang Huan's spine.

When she met the man's dark and unfathomable gaze, Sang Huan was startled and subconsciously tried to pull her foot back, but the other man's strength was so great that she couldn't pull it away at all.

Sang Huan was startled, and her clear, bright eyes filled with embarrassment and annoyance.

"Let go of me!"

As Shang Fuyan watched her angrily leaning on the armchair, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared on his cool and handsome face.

He grabbed that foot, slowly lowered his head, and kissed it amidst the girl's mortified expression...

Then, his voice became slightly hoarse.

"My wife has come to me of her own accord; it would be impolite of me to refuse."

"you!!!"

Finally, the door was closed, and the girl in the emerald green dress had puffed-up cheeks and a faint blush on the corners of her eyes.

Behind her, a man wearing a long robe of the same color as her had an unnatural blush on one side of his handsome face.

But he showed no displeasure whatsoever; instead, the corners of his lips curled up, and his long, narrow black eyes held a delighted smile as he stared intently at the girl in front of him.

For a moment, his heart was filled with excitement.

Realizing he had gone too far, Shang Fuyan pondered for a moment before stopping his daze.

He strode forward, wanting to take his wife's hand and coax her, but the angry girl was as stubborn as a donkey.

Seeing Shang Fuyan catching up, he actually started jogging.

The two were one in front and one behind, she fled and he chased, she had no way to escape.

In the end, Shang Fuyan was the one who came out on top, taking two steps forward and pulling the person into his arms.

Sang Huan was annoyed and struggled to escape, but Shang Fuyan's grip was so strong that she couldn't get away at all.

She was a little tired, so she simply gave up struggling and glared at him unhappily.

Just then, Shang Fuyan pulled out a bunch of bright pink flowers from somewhere and handed them to her.

Looking at the bouquet of flowers, Sang Huan, who had originally intended to be fierce, suddenly stopped speaking. Then she pursed her lips, her voice becoming more awkward than before.

"Where did you pick these flowers?"

"Yes, I saw it when I passed through the woods just now. I thought that such a beautiful flower would make my wife look even more radiant, so I picked it for her. Everyone says that a person is more beautiful than a flower. I used to think that was an exaggeration, but now I've truly seen it for myself."

Upon hearing these words, even though Sang Huan was still somewhat unhappy, she couldn't help but smile, though she still tried to appear calm.

"You're such a smooth talker."

Shang Fuyan didn't. His wife was naturally beautiful, with a rosy face and peach-blossom cheeks. Her bright, watery eyes could steal anyone's heart.

He's absolutely smitten.

"Yes, it was my fault. So, could you please forgive your husband for the sake of this bouquet of flowers, since he knows he's wrong and is willing to correct his mistake?"

"Alright, alright, seeing how sincere you are, I'll mercifully forgive you, but—"

Sang Huan raised her hand and poked the man's hard chest.

"Fusang, if you dare to do that again, I really won't talk to you anymore."

"What?"

"Fuso!!!"

"Alright, alright, I know I was wrong~"

Finally, exhausted from walking, Sang Huan confidently ordered Shang Fuyan to squat down and carry her towards the town.

Shang Fuyan was more than happy to accept it. Feeling the soft body behind him and smelling the faint fragrance, he continued to walk forward.

Shang Fuyan's expression softened even more, and the two chatted and laughed all the way, just like an ordinary couple.

Some are happy while others are sad.

While Sang Huan and her husband were enjoying a loving relationship, things were in complete chaos on the other side.

"He's missing?! How is that possible! Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on him? How could he be missing?!"

In the ornately decorated courtyard, a gentle breeze blows, causing the lotus flowers in full bloom in the pond to sway.

Willow branches dance with the pond, and the light gauze curtains of the distant pavilion sway gently—what a tranquil place!

Just then, a furious female voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence in the room.

The woman in red was dressed extravagantly, and her normally stunning face appeared distorted by her angry and ferocious expression.

Her chest heaved violently, her molars clenched so tightly they clicked, and her upturned fox-like eyes were filled with anger and resentment.

This person was none other than Feng Yuan, the pampered and unruly little princess of the Heavenly Realm!

According to her plan, the Fusang God should have been severely injured by the bandits and fallen off the cliff by now.

The messenger she sent happened to seize the opportunity to sever the tendons in the man's hands and feet and bring him back.

Once she brings him back to the manor, Feng Yuan will thoroughly humiliate this high and mighty Fusang God, making him understand the wickedness among mortals and thus rid him of his so-called aloofness!

But after waiting and waiting, she received nothing but empty news!

This was something that Feng Yuan, who had been looking forward to it for so long, could not accept. More than anything, she felt a fear of losing control of the situation.

The Fusang Goddess was the strongest being in the Three Realms. The reason she was able to successfully bring him down to the mortal realm was precisely because he was so powerful that she never expected those ants to dare to attack him.

No one else knows about this yet except her. If the God of Fusang were to encounter an accident in the mortal realm and suddenly return to heaven, her unresolved secrets would be discovered...

The more Feng Yuan thought about it, the more alarmed she became, and at the same time, a sense of irritation and anger rose within her.

Who was it?! Who ruined her plans?!

"Did you detect any residual spiritual energy?! Not even a trace?!"

The celestial servant below shook his head tremblingly, "This humble immortal led everyone to search multiple times, but... we found absolutely no trace of it..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan finally couldn't contain her anger and kicked the celestial servant in the shoulder! The kick sent him flying, crashing heavily into the doorframe with a loud bang!

"Useless! You can't even keep an eye on a mortal, what use are you!"

"This humble fairy has failed in her duty; please, Your Highness, do not be angry!"

Blood welled up in the immortal servant's throat, but he had no choice but to swallow it down. He scrambled to his knees and begged for mercy from Feng Yuan, fearing that the princess would grind him to dust in a fit of anger!

Just then, a man dressed in a sky-blue dress pushed open the door and walked in with a folding fan. Looking at the tense atmosphere inside, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Oh dear, who made our little princess angry? She's so furious, she doesn't look as pretty as before."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Feng Yuan, who had originally intended to gather her spiritual power and strike the immortal servant with a palm, suddenly stopped.

"Why is Brother Lin Yue here?"

"I heard you were interested in coming to the mortal realm, so I came down here to keep you company because I was worried you'd be bored. Who knew we'd run into our little princess who was in a bad mood?"

As he spoke, the gentle man with the jade crown closed his folding fan and gently tapped Feng Yuan's head with it, his eyes tender and his words full of affection.

Lin Yue was a celestial being whose abilities were on par with those of Feng Yuan's parents. All the celestial beings in the heavenly realm addressed him as "Celestial Immortal Lin Yue."

He watched Feng Yuan grow up, and the two had a very close relationship. Even the arrogant and domineering Feng Yuan had to soften her temper in front of him.

She gave the celestial servant a disgusted look. "Consider yourself lucky. Now get lost! Don't get in my way!"

The celestial attendant breathed a sigh of relief, gratefully knelt and kowtowed to the two, and then hurriedly retreated.

Inside the room, only Feng Yuan and Lin Yue remained.

Seeing that the person had left, Lin Yue's smile finally faded.

"Yuan'er, what have you done?"

Lin Yue watched Feng Yuan grow up, and he knew her personality better than anyone else.

Now, if someone suddenly descends to the mortal realm to find a commoner, even ghosts wouldn't believe there's nothing fishy going on.

Feng Yuan pouted, knowing she couldn't hide anything from the person in front of her. She rolled her eyes and decided to tell them everything.

As expected, Lin Yue, who had been smiling just moments before, instantly changed his expression, and even his voice changed tone.

"You actually dared to scheme against the God of Fusang?!"

Meeting Lin Yue's incredulous gaze, Feng Yuan, who had just been angry, instantly lost her confidence and replied guiltily.

"The Fusang God, so arrogant and self-important, actually wants us immortals to bow down to that mortal! Since he favors mortals so much, I'll let him experience the wickedness of the human heart! Let him give up on mortals, so he won't have to do things that lower his status all the time..."

Sensing the resentment and complaint in her tone, Lin Yue remained silent, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Who is the Fusang God? He is the strongest being in the Three Realms.

If the other party finds out about this and investigates, not only Feng Yuan, but he will also be implicated...

Thinking of this, Lin Yue couldn't bring himself to blame Feng Yuan after all, since it was Fusang God who had gone too far in this matter.

If he hadn't sided with those weak and useless humans, forcing these immortals and gods from the heavens to bow down, Feng Yuan wouldn't have schemed against him.

He sighed and glanced helplessly at Feng Yuan.

"You're just too impulsive."

Having known each other for a thousand years, how could Feng Yuan not see that he was no longer pursuing the matter?

Thinking of Fusang, whose whereabouts are unknown, Feng Yuan's eyes lit up and she took the initiative to step forward, grabbing Lin Yue's arm and acting coquettishly.

"Brother Lin Yue, Yuan'er knows she was wrong, but the Fusang God is now missing. What if someone with ulterior motives interferes..."

In the end, she bit her lip and looked at Lin Yue with a wronged expression, her desire for his help was all too obvious.

Feng Yuan, who was used to being arrogant, softened Lin Yue's heart when she acted coquettishly.

His eyes softened, and he reached out to pat Feng Yuan's head.

"Alright, stop pretending in front of me. I'll investigate myself later. Just have someone clean up the traces, and leave the rest to me."

"Brother Lin Yue is so nice~"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan's worries completely dissipated. Lin Yue's abilities were far beyond those of the celestial servants. If he were willing to lend a hand, Fusang's whereabouts would surely be found!

With her major worry resolved, Feng Yuan was overjoyed and immediately threw herself into Lin Yue's arms, hugging his waist and pressing her face against his chest in a coquettish manner.

Seeing this, Lin Yue's eyes softened even more, and he took the opportunity to hug her and gently pat her back.

"Yes, they're only nice to our little princess."

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"That's disgusting."

At that moment, Sang Huan, who was listening to a storyteller tell stories of unfaithful scholars in a small shop in town, couldn't help but frown in disgust.

"If my wife doesn't want to listen, let's go to the market to relax first, and then we can rest at another shop later."

Shang Fuyan, who was playing with her little hands, immediately offered a solution upon hearing this.

Sang Huan was carried by Shang Fuyan all the way to the town. Perhaps because there were too many people around, she felt a little uncomfortable. Feeling a pang of conscience, she took the initiative to get off and lead him to a small teahouse by the roadside to rest for a while.

As soon as I entered, I heard the storyteller telling the tale of a heartless scholar who abandoned his wife and children to climb up to a princess, and my good mood immediately turned sour.

Even Shang Fuyan, who was also a man beside her, became displeased and pulled his small hand away from being pinched and played with by the other party.

"What are you touching? You know this place is no good, why don't you leave? You're just dragging me around and trying to offend my ears, you annoying guy."

Shang Fuyan, who had suffered an undeserved calamity, was taken aback for a moment, and then obediently nodded.

"Okay, it's my fault. I upset Huanhuan, so let's go."

He admitted his mistake so quickly that Sang Huan had no chance to find fault with him and could only follow behind him with her arms crossed.

The town isn't large, but it has the advantage of being close to the city center, and it has everything you could possibly need.

In addition, the two were good-looking, and the large bags they were carrying attracted the attention of many curious onlookers, but they simply ignored them.

After purchasing the necessary supplies, the two had lunch at a nearby tavern before heading home.

As a little dodder that loves beauty, in addition to adding daily necessities to the house and buying Shang Fuyan a few sets of clothes, Sang Huan also bought herself five, six, seven or eight new sets of clothes and various beautiful jewelry.

Sang Huan bought herself five, six, seven, or eight new outfits and various beautiful pieces of jewelry.

At this moment, she was in a good mood, playing with a hairpin in her hand, and occasionally putting it on her head and gesturing to Shang Fuyan to ask if it looked good.

Shang Fuyan was dazzled by his young wife, and words of praise kept flowing from his mouth, making Sang Huan's eyebrows crinkle with delight.

As the two walked deeper into the dense forest, several tall, masked men carrying knives jumped out and spoke menacingly.

"Halt! Hand over all your valuables!"

At that moment, Sang Huan was holding jewelry and poking her head with it when she was startled and her hand slipped, hitting her scalp. The pain made her gasp, and her bright eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Shang Fuyan's heart clenched. He quickly put down his things, stepped forward, and cupped the girl's face in his hands, his voice filled with heartache as he spoke.

"Where are you hurt? Let me see."

"It's nothing, I was just scared by them, and they poked my scalp, it hurts a little."

Sang Huan looked up with teary eyes, her soft voice filled with grievance.

Shang Fuyan felt heartbroken upon hearing this and gently pressed on her skin with his fingertips to relieve her pain.

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have let these eyesores bother my wife. Don't be angry, my wife. I'll have them apologize to you in a moment."

"Can you beat them?"

"Yes, I'll definitely stand up for Huanhuan."

"Then go and deal with them quickly."

"it is good."

Several bandits who were completely ignored: ...

Seeing the loving couple, the bandit leader finally lost his temper.

"Ha, still stubborn even when death is imminent! Quickly hand over your valuables! That way I might leave you with a decent corpse, otherwise... hehe!"

Shang Fuyan didn't even glance at her. After coaxing his wife and getting her to turn around and look at the scenery for a while, he...

He slowly straightened up, raised his long, narrow, dark eyes, and coldly looked at the people in front of him.

The once arrogant bandits suddenly felt a chill run down their spines after being stared at by that gaze!