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"So when I heard you ask the God Child for your hand in marriage, I was afraid."

“I’m afraid you’ll leave me like my sister did… I’m desperately trying to stop you, because I’m afraid you’ll leave, afraid you’ll forget me…”

"I hope you can stay by my side forever, and always keep your eyes on me... Just as I remember everything about Inazuma, I also want you to remember me forever."

"This is the real deal with a terrible movie, a cowardly, useless movie that doesn't deserve the title of general at all..."

Would you like me like this?

After finally revealing the feelings she had kept hidden in her heart for so long, Ying finally stopped crying, but her face was still full of unease—that domineering general who conferred the title of "Mitaisho" was just a girl in love who was afraid of her lover leaving her, so she wanted to keep her even if it meant forcibly taking her away.

Stripped of its "divine" veneer, the real "shocking movie" is no different from any other human being.

She can cry and laugh, feel sorrow and fear, and also experience anxiety and uncertainty about that little crush...

Although it was the goddess who suggested that she be "frank," even the goddess didn't expect that Kage could be so frank—and Kage's frankness was so cute that it made people want to tease her a little.

Yes, but not now.

The divine child gave Han Fulai a look.

Actually, Han Fulai had already given his answer without her prompting.

He raised his hand and pinned the flower hairpin to Ying's hair.

“As I said before, I don’t like things that are high and mighty—like the high and mighty Sky Island, the high and mighty gods, and the high and mighty ‘Thunder General’… but I really like ‘thunder movies’.”

“I have a lot to do. I’m sorry I can’t stay in Inazuma for long, and I can’t keep watching you alone for long… But I can swear to you I will never forget you. As long as I live, the name ‘Ray Movie’ will always be in my heart.”

He held Ying's hand.

"Shadow, would you accept me like this?"

Ying leaned gently on his shoulder and uttered the words that every girl with a love for rice fields had dreamed of saying to her beloved at their wedding ceremony:

"I am a woman of limited talent, but I hope you will guide me for the rest of my life."

Han Fulai silently lowered his head, while Ying looked up at him. After a moment, only soft breathing and low calls could be heard in this "private cinema".

She appears slender and graceful, with a clever and pleasing form, and her features are well-suited to being concealed.

The red lining is tinged with pomegranate, the fine shell is woven with pomegranate, the white is condensed with dew, and the gourd is split open to reveal rhinoceros horn.

After brushing away the fragrance, the remaining wisdom is still there; a smile is delayed before the wind blows.

I once had a stroke of luck, my name was lightly displayed, but what good fortune has it all lost?

"Han Qing" was secretly renamed "Han Lang" in Ying's mouth.

The divine child secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there had never been a "cinema" on the continent of Teyvat before, the editor-in-chief, who could see through the trends of the world, knew that this place was the most suitable place to make those who were not frank become frank, and to let hidden thoughts be revealed to the world like a "reflection".

Han Fulai had never imagined that he would one day spend the night in the general's royal garden, let alone that he would be able to enter this "royal hot spring".

But right now he's comfortably soaking in the "Royal Hot Spring," a bath exclusively for the General, and even has unlimited supply of specially supplied Sakura Sake.

The warm water at the "Royal Hot Spring" is a pale cherry blossom color, and in addition to various fragrant flower petals, it is also mixed with many precious minerals, such as "coral pearl" powder, etc... It's incredibly luxurious.

Only the Shogun, who was "the ruler of the land," could enjoy such a privilege.

Of course, what moved him the most was that this bathhouse now seemed to belong to "his family".

Just a few days ago, he was lamenting his seemingly endless mortgage payments and envying the petal-shaped bathtub in the second young lady's house. Suddenly, he owns a mansion the size of a city, complete with the most luxurious hot springs... People just don't know what they can do; they can't predict what they will do...

Open-air hot springs and indoor baths offer two different experiences. The biggest difference lies in the "openness" of open-air hot springs—compared to the bright lights and incense of indoor baths, being accompanied by a gentle breeze and a bright moon has a unique charm, always giving people a sense of "having been confined in a cage for a long time, I have returned to nature."

Then, considering this is a "royal hot spring," the poem "Qing Ping Diao" spontaneously came to mind:

"Clouds resemble her clothes, flowers resemble her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, and the dew is heavy."

"If we don't meet atop Mount Qunyu, we'll meet beneath the moon on the Jade Terrace."

The figure leaning on his shoulder pouted somewhat discontentedly: "Why do you still think of Qunyu Pavilion when I'm here? Are you in a hurry to leave?"

"This 'Qunyu' doesn't refer to the 'Qunyu Pavilion,' but rather, uh, the legendary Jade Mountain in Liyue. Yaotai is also the name of a celestial palace..."

Han Fulai never expected that Ying's focus would fall on the words "Qunyu" (群玉), so he tried his best to explain to Ying, but Ying wouldn't listen at all.

"I don't care, change it to another one."

"Good good..."

Han Fulai quickly changed to another song:

"A beautiful flower and a stunning beauty, both pleasing to the eye, attracting the smile of the king."

To explain the boundless sorrow of spring, I lean against the balustrade north of the Agarwood Pavilion.

The Divine Child chuckled and tapped Han Fulai's chin with his finger, saying, "This is good. Ying is the king, and the other woman is a vixen who can topple kingdoms. There's also the 'famous flower' Madam Han of the Imperial Palace. It describes everything. Hey, Ying, give him a cup of wine."

"Hmm..." Ying used two fingers to hold the small wine glass and brought it to his mouth.

However, there wasn't a drop of wine in that glass; Ying had already drunk it all without realizing it.

Even the empty wine glass couldn't be brought to his lips.

As soon as Ying raised her hand halfway, the wine glass slipped from her hand and fell into the hot spring water.

As the "Martial Saint of Inazuma," Kage's sword-wielding hand is probably the most stable in Inazuma; even raging storms and towering waves might not be able to shake that wrist in the slightest. But if Kage is drunk, that's a different story.

Actually, they didn't drink much tonight. Sakura wine is a type of sweet wine, and its alcohol content is far less than that of dandelion wine... But the wine doesn't make people drunk; they are drunk on their own. The misty air in the hot spring and the body heat transmitted through their skin have already made Ying drunk and unaware of where she is.

Han Fulai wanted to pick up the fallen wine glass, but he was too weak to do so.

His two hands were already occupied by the two people.

The left hand is filled with the subtle fragrance of the goddess's skin.

Like tender green leaves, newly held aloft their pearly reflections; like shimmering purple herbs, about to break through the misty tips. Springs seep into the rocky crevices, stars hang low over the wild paths, and distant twin peaks are shrouded in a white silk veil.

On the right is Ah Ying's "Holding Hands, Hard to Keep".

A hazy, pale shadow appears, like snow melting on a mountain peak; spring's traces are faintly imprinted, like smoke shrouding the grapevines. The wind shifts the bamboo shadows, the moon crosses the stream bridge, and a river of warm jade awaits the tide's touch.

If you think about it carefully, his "wives' group" could now fill two mahjong tables, but this is the first time he has actually experienced "embracing both of them".

One was a fox spirit of Bai Chen's bloodline, and the other was a god who ruled the mortal world; at this moment, they were vying for attention in his arms.

This morning, during the "competition," he was momentarily stunned by the unexpected touch on his fingertips. Unexpectedly, just a few hours later, that trembling, soft mass had fallen into his palm, allowing him to freely pick and savor it.

The fragrance of powder lingered, the scent of flowers was hard to dispel, and even Han Fulai felt that he was already drunk—who in the world could taste such fine wine, what wine in this world could compare to the divine brew in his hand?

The goddess was already slightly tipsy, with two faint blushes on her snow-white cheeks, which, combined with her slender and beautiful eyes, added to her charm.

She curled the corners of her lips and reached out to flick the peak of Ying's breast.

Shadow's eyes were now somewhat unfocused, and her mind was hazy; she was completely unresponsive to the Divine Child's "teasing"... but the Divine Child's next words suddenly brought her to her senses—

"Hehe, this 'soft-boiled egg' is cooked perfectly, shouldn't we eat it while it's hot?"

Ying recalled that before she entered the hot spring, she had a long private conversation with the goddess in the changing room... They naturally talked about what was going to happen that night.

Shadow was very serious about learning from the divine child and was mentally prepared.

But when he actually heard that "real combat" was about to begin, Ying was like a new recruit on the battlefield. Even with the guidance of veterans, he was still afraid.

Unfortunately, her body was encircled by an iron-like arm, making it impossible for her to escape.

...No, she had another way to escape.

The actress's freckles on her neck flickered slightly.

Then a voice rang out: "It's no use, Aying."

The person who said this was Ying himself, or more accurately, the General.

The general was much more lucid than the shadow, and his words were all reasonable: "This is not a space of consciousness. You and I are of one mind and body, sharing joys and sorrows. Even if you hide your consciousness behind me, my pain will be your pain... Moreover, you will feel both the physical sensations and the transmission of my consciousness at the same time, so it's double the sensitivity..."

"Enough, I know, stop talking!" Ying blushed and glared resentfully at her reflection in the water.

"Don't be afraid, didn't I say I'd help you?"

The divine child gently guided the shadow's fingertips towards the ripples on the water's surface.

Han Fulai gazed at the reflections intertwined in the ripples, then lowered his eyes and closed them.

The mist from the hot spring grew thicker, like a white silk ribbon hanging down, quietly obscuring the view from the pool.

Though no movement is visible on the waves, the ink-wash poetry touches the heartstrings—

I seem to see the Crimson Pearl Fairy Herb shedding tears by the stone, the fragrance of fragrant herbs lingering behind heavy curtains;

It's more like the ink stains still damp beneath the crimson gauze window, the lingering charm beyond the golden and jade border still present...

Even if Xueqin were to return to the mortal world, he would probably find it difficult to depict the intricate details of this place.

The book is sealed with insects, the silk on the Lu wall is broken, and the Qin torch remains a tragedy.

Laughing at the silkworms cutting words, pigs and hogs hiding their secrets; the key to the Imperial Archives, the axe of Ying withering the chapters.

The Xia tripods are covered in dust, the Zhou bronze vessels are buried in the earth; who can distinguish the jade tablets from the chaff?

The young scholar weeps, though the leather thongs of his books break three times, his grief remains in vain!

It's a pity that such a rat has no eyes.

Sighing, the insect-like creature in its crown and robes sits in the jade hall.

It is said that Qu Yuan's fragrant herbs have all become obscene history; Su Dongpo's iron plates are all related to his eccentricity.

A blind fool, he burns his zither and boils his crane; ten thousand scrolls of fine silk are thrown into the boiling cauldron.

With the strings glued together, I ask Boya, who broke the tuning pegs, if he could still discern the musical scale.

The two melodies harmonized, like Bo Ya and Zi Qi playing the ice strings together, or like spring ice breaking and a stream suddenly bursting forth.

The goddess's eyes held a faint smile, her slender hand gently cradling her figure as she turned her head to face the shadow:

Do you remember asking me the other day why the weariness between my brows had completely disappeared?

Ying stared blankly at the divine child.

The divine child leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.

No one knows what the Divine Child said, but Ying's cheeks became even redder, like newly opened cherry blossoms or ripe cherries.

Seeing such a shy figure, Han Fulai finally couldn't restrain himself.

The iron curtain stands firm, the rules of propriety are erected everywhere, and the literary garden is in ruins.

Sighing at the dragon's first display of power, startling the bow that cuts through jade; the mermaid's pearl just emerging, hiding its elixir to evade arrows.

Every bush and tree seems like an enemy soldier; wind and frost become blades, wrongly severing the spring flowers and autumn moon.

Gazing intently, all that remains are the shadows of wild geese on the cold pool, and broken paper mulberry leaves and empty rafters.

Cherry blossoms danced in the hot spring pool, like rouge rain falling in the east wind, spreading a few faint blushes in the mist.

As the fog dissipated and the clouds dispersed, Han Fulai embraced the two women by the pond, gazing at the full moon in the sky and the floating island hidden in the moonlight.

The shadow pillow rested on his shoulder, emitting soft breaths.

Since the "Dark Calamity," Shadow, who has lived with "Evil Star" and "Fear" for five hundred years, has not had such a peaceful sleep in a long time. Using meditation instead of sleep is a habit she has developed over the past five hundred years.

But today, she has found a safe haven to rest in.

The Divine Child was still awake—she had promised to help A-Ying, and she wasn't so malicious as to steal the spotlight from the "leading lady" tonight—of course, after tonight's newbie protection period, who the "leading lady" would be would depend on their own abilities.

Yes, the fox clan has never been afraid of anyone in this kind of competition, not even gods.

She sat up quietly, looked at Ying's somewhat innocent sleeping face, and carefully tidied her hair.

She seemed to be like this back then, stretching out her still-unformed little paws to tidy up the slightly messy hair of the sleeping Ah Ying.

Seeing the goddess so overflowing with maternal love, Han Fulai became even more curious: "Goddess, I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it..."

The divine child chuckled softly, without even raising her head: "You want to ask me, 'Legend has it that fox spirits are most prone to jealousy, so why haven't you ever harbored any thoughts of possessing me?'"

This is clearly a question that's a bit too self-conscious, but it's something he's genuinely curious about.

Han Fulai scratched his cheek somewhat embarrassedly.

Not to mention Shadow, even Qiuqiu received a lot of help from the Divine Child... Although fox spirits are called "Gods of Fate" in Inazuma, I've never heard of any fox spirit being so generous as to help another woman tie a red string on her own man's hand...

The divine child smiled again: "That little girl, well, I guess it's just because I'm in a good mood. As for Aying... she's special."

She reached out a hand and gently hooked it around Han Fulai's little finger.