A mighty imperial aura emanated from the light gate, but this pressure melted away like snow meeting the sun the moment it touched Qian Yu's aura.
A figure of unparalleled elegance slowly emerged from the golden light.
The Golden List in the Sky, Empress Wu Zetian of the Tang Dynasty.
She wore a golden imperial robe symbolizing supreme power, with a long skirt trailing on the ground, embroidered with soaring phoenixes in gold thread.
Wearing an imperial crown, the beaded curtain swayed slightly, unable to conceal her breathtakingly beautiful face.
The dot of vermilion between his brows added to his captivating majesty.
To the outside world, she was an empress who ruled the world and made countless men ashamed.
But in front of Chiyu.
She concealed all her sharpness and arrogance.
Wu Zetian moved gracefully to stand before Qian Yu.
Then.
This empress, who had surpassed countless powerful figures on the Golden List, knelt gracefully on one knee without any hesitation.
She raised her head, and her once majestic phoenix eyes were now filled with an intense, unyielding fervor and submission.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects."
Her voice was clear and melodious, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
That was the excitement of seeing the deity in one's heart.
Ever since the list of successful candidates was published, she knew that the man before her was the one she had been searching for all her life.
Only a powerful figure who stands above all others deserves to make Wu Zetian lower her noble head.
"His Majesty left a message on the golden list, desiring to attack the divine realm."
"Your humble servant is unworthy, but I am willing to lead the elite troops of the Tang Dynasty as the vanguard for my lord, to wipe out the traitors of the divine realm!"
Wu Zetian spoke with conviction, and her eyes shone with unwavering sincerity.
Qianyu looked at the stunningly beautiful woman kneeling before him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
He put down the jade cup in his hand, leaned forward slightly, and stretched out his hand.
With fingertips, I gently lifted Wu Zetian's chin, feeling the smoothness and warmth of her skin.
"pioneer?"
Qianyu chuckled softly.
"Those rough, fighting jobs can be left to the lower-level staff."
"Now that you're here, I naturally have more important matters to entrust to you."
Upon hearing Qianyu refer to himself as "朕" (the imperial "I"), Wu Zetian's eyes lit up with surprise.
She felt no offense at all in front of this man; on the contrary, she felt it was perfectly natural.
He is the only true emperor in this world.
Qianyu's hand slid down and grasped Wu Zetian's hand.
Apply slight force.
Wu Zetian obediently stood up and her body slumped into Qian Yu's arms.
Qianyu embraced her slender waist, which seemed so delicate it could be grasped in one hand. Even through the magnificent imperial robe, he could still feel its amazing elasticity.
The two were extremely close, their breaths mingling.
Wu Zetian's pretty face instantly flushed red, and her originally dignified imperial majesty transformed into a pool of spring water at this moment.
Her eyes were glazed over, and she was breathing slightly heavily as she rested her head on Qianyu's broad shoulder.
"I will obey the Lord's orders."
Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of nasal tone.
Qianyu laughed loudly and picked up Wu Zetian horizontally.
The long sleeves of the golden imperial robe cascaded down like a golden waterfall.
He strode towards the deepest part of the palace, towards the enormous carved wooden bed that could accommodate ten people.
"There's no rush to fight against the heavens."
"Right now, I only wish to see the splendor of the Empress of the Tang Dynasty."
Wu Zetian shyly buried her face in Qian Yu's chest, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, but she showed no sign of rejection.
Instead, she took the initiative to lean in and offer a kiss.
...
Outside the palace.
An invisible array enveloped the entire building, isolating it from all sound and movement.
Ordinary people cannot even begin to fathom its secrets.
But Haiyue is different.
She stood quietly outside the tightly closed door, dressed in a cool, flowing gauze dress.
As the master of the Glazed Illusion, her mental power was extremely sharp. Even with the obstruction of the array, the senses originating from her soul still allowed her to vaguely perceive the movements inside.
That was the scent of another woman.
Wu Zetian, who ranked third on the list of successful candidates.
Haiyue's beautiful face was now filled with unhappiness.
Her crystal-clear eyes were filled with obvious jealousy.
She looked down at her toes and stomped her foot angrily.
Her originally aloof and ethereal fairy-like image now appears somewhat charming and adorable.
"I was here first..."
Haiyue muttered softly.
For Qianyu's sake, she didn't hesitate to use an illusion to trap the Asura God's arm.
She stayed by Qianyu's side the whole time, never leaving her side.
The result was good.
When Wu Zetian arrived, she immediately entered the inner chambers.
Just as Haiyue was sulking.
A series of light footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
Qian Renxue wore a golden palace dress, exuding a noble and elegant air.
She had just finished dealing with the matter of the Spirit Hall assembling its army and was preparing to report to her father.
Just as I turned the corner, I saw Haiyue sulking in front of the palace gate.
That resentful little face—where was the aloofness of the Sea Moon Empress?
Qian Renxue stopped in her tracks, a hint of a smile flashing in her beautiful eyes.
She raised her hand to cover her red lips, unable to suppress a soft laugh.
"Sister Haiyue, what are you doing?"
Upon hearing Qian Renxue's voice, Haiyue's body stiffened.
She quickly composed herself, trying to regain her usual aloof demeanor.
But the slightly reddened tips of her ears betrayed her embarrassment at that moment.
"No...it's nothing."
Haiyue turned her head away, not wanting Qian Renxue to see her like this.
Qian Renxue walked to Haiyue's side and affectionately took her arm.
She glanced at the tightly closed palace gates, then at Haiyue, and understood.
Is Father inside?
Qian Renxue leaned close to Haiyue's ear and whispered.
Haiyue gave a soft hum and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
The smile in Qian Renxue's eyes deepened.
As a daughter, she naturally wouldn't interfere with her father's private life.
Moreover, in her view, a man as great as her father deserved the most outstanding woman in the world.
"Sister Haiyue, please don't be angry."
Qian Renxue, like a caring little cotton-padded jacket, gently comforted her.
"Father is so powerful, he is destined to stand at the top of all the heavens and myriad worlds."
"Isn't it normal for him to have several female confidantes?"
"Besides, your father is very good to you."
Upon hearing this, Haiyue's jealousy subsided somewhat.
Of course she knew how outstanding Qianyu was.
It is precisely because we know this that we feel a greater sense of crisis.
That Wu Zetian was ranked higher than her, was also beautiful, and knew how to act coquettishly.
They are a formidable enemy.
Haiyue turned her head and looked at Qianrenxue, her glass-like eyes revealing a stubbornness.
"I know."
"But I don't care."
"Tonight, it has to be my turn."
Haiyue's tone was firm.
She made up her mind: once that woman came out, she would go in immediately.
We will never give anyone else a chance to cut in line.
Qian Renxue shook her head helplessly as she looked at Haiyue's possessive behavior, but a doting smile remained on her lips.
"Alright, alright, tonight's yours."
"I'll keep watch for you and won't let anyone in, okay?"
Haiyue nodded in satisfaction.
...
Time passed.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, night deepens.
Several hours passed.
The mahogany door of the palace, which had been tightly closed for a long time, finally opened slowly.
A fragrant breeze wafted over.
Wu Zetian walked out from inside.
At this moment, although she had straightened her clothes, her originally meticulously styled hair looked somewhat loose.
A few strands of hair fell across her fair neck, adding to her languid charm.
Her face was radiant, with a lingering blush on her originally fair cheeks.
His eyes and brows were filled with contentment and ease.
That was the radiant glow that came from being greatly nourished.
Wu Zetian was slightly taken aback when she saw Haiyue and Qianrenxue outside the door.
She quickly regained her imperial demeanor.
Although she is a little woman when facing Qianyu, she is still the domineering Empress of the Tang Dynasty in front of outsiders.
Wu Zetian nodded slightly to Qian Renxue as a greeting.
Then, her gaze fell on Haiyue.
Two equally outstanding women met in mid-air.
Wu Zetian's lips curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
That was the smile of a victor.
Haiyue instantly bristled. If Qian Renxue hadn't held her back, she probably would have activated the Glazed Illusion Realm on the spot to challenge this woman.
Just then.
Qianyu's voice came from inside the palace.
Lazy and languid, with a slightly husky and magnetic voice.
"What are you still standing outside for?"
Haiyue's heart skipped a beat; the joy of being noticed instantly dispelled her hostility towards Wu Zetian.
She peered inside through the open door.
Qianyu was leaning lazily against the headboard, his clothes half-open, revealing a muscular chest.
He turned his head to the side, his gaze piercing through the layers of curtains and landing on Haiyue.
Qianyu raised her hand and beckoned to Haiyue outside the door.
"Come in."
"My little queen."
The heavy mahogany door slowly closed behind her.
With a soft "click," the noise from the outside world was completely shut out.
Haiyue leaned against the door, her chest heaving violently.
Her usually aloof and beautiful face was now flushed with a captivating blush.
Even the base of her ears was frighteningly hot.
Inside the palace.
A distinctive musky scent lingered in the air.
That was the aura of Wu Zetian.
The smell wasn't unpleasant; it even carried a luxurious fragrance. But when it entered Haiyue's nose, it made her feel like a vat of vinegar had been overturned.
Sour and astringent.
Haiyue took a deep breath, trying to calm her agitated emotions.
She raised her jade-white arm, her slender fingertips lightly touching the air.
Buzz!
A pale blue glass curtain appeared out of thin air, instantly covering the entire inner wall of the palace.
This is not the end.
With a few taps of her fingertips, Haiyue unleashed the full power of the Illusionary Moon within her body.
The second layer.
The third layer.
...
She only stopped what she was doing when the tenth layer of the glass barrier was fully formed, turning the palace into a secluded island on the moon, isolated from the world.
After doing all this, Haiyue lowered her hands, feeling somewhat exhausted.
She didn't want anyone to hear what was about to happen.
Especially Qian Renxue outside the door.
Although that little girl calls her "sister," if she hears her losing her composure, who knows how she'll tease her in the future.
She is the Queen of the Sea Moon.
She cares about her image.
Qianyu leaned lazily against the headboard, watching Haiyue's series of actions with great interest.
He didn't stop him, but the smile in his eyes grew even wider.
Once the light screen had completely stabilized, Qianyu patted the spot next to her.
"come over."
These two simple words possess an irresistible magic.
Haiyue's body trembled slightly.
She bit her lower lip, took light steps, and walked towards the huge carved wooden bed.
With each step she took, her flowing gauze dress swayed gently, subtly outlining her long, straight, beautiful legs.
I walked to the bedside.
Haiyue did not sit down, but obediently knelt on the footstool.
She tilted her head back, and in her glassy eyes, she saw Qian Yu's incomparably handsome face.
"Owner."
That call was incredibly soft and gentle.
He was completely devoid of the aloofness and arrogance he usually displayed when in charge of the Crystal Illusion.
Qianyu reached out and placed her broad palm on Haiyue's head, letting it slide slowly down her soft, long hair.
Finally, it rested on her delicate collarbone.
Gently rub with your fingers.
The touch from my fingertips was warm and smooth like jade, yet it also carried a hint of tense stiffness.
"So many layers of barriers have been set up."
Qianyu's fingers twirled in the deep hollow of her collarbone, her tone slightly teasing.
"What, are you afraid the people outside will hear?"
"Or are you jealous of Wu Zetian?"
Haiyue's body tensed instantly when her secret was exposed.
She lowered her head, avoiding Qianyu's gaze, which seemed to see right through her.
The scent of Wu Zetian still lingered in her nostrils, constantly reminding her that just moments ago, another woman had received the master's favor here.
Moreover, that woman was ranked higher than her on the gold list.
How could Haiyue, who was always proud, not care?
"No..."
Haiyue denied it softly, but her tone sounded sour.
Qianyu chuckled softly.
His fingers continued to slide down his collarbone, lifting the thin veil.
"Really not?"
"Look at your mouth, it's so oily it looks like you could hang an oil bottle on it."
Qianyu suddenly pulled Haiyue, who was kneeling on the ground, into her arms.
Before the exclamation could even escape his throat, it was choked back down.
Haiyue crashed into that hot, broad chest.
A strong masculine scent instantly enveloped her, instantly dispelling the lingering scent of Wu Zetian in the air.
now.
In her world, only the presence of Chiyu remained.
Haiyue placed her hands on Qianyu's chest, her palms pressed against his strong heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump.
Each sound seemed to strike the depths of her soul.
She no longer tried to hide it.
She slowly raised her head, her glassy eyes filled with tears, brimming with longing and grievance.
"Owner."
"I want one too..."
The voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it carried the courage of someone who was willing to take a desperate gamble.
She wants to prove it.
Haiyue was the first person to follow her master.
Whether on the battlefield or in this bedchamber, she is second to none.
Even if the other party is the Empress of the Tang Dynasty.
Seeing the beauty in his arms looking so ready to be taken, Qianyu laughed loudly.
Hearty laughter echoed within the barrier.
"good!"
"Since my little empress has made this request, how can I refuse?"
Before he could finish speaking...
Qianyu flipped over and instantly pinned Haiyue beneath him.
The soft brocade quilt sank in.
Their eyes met at extremely close range.
Golden light shimmered in Qianyu's eyes; it was the divine power belonging to the Creator surging within him.
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