I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 80

Just as I thirst for Yiqing every single moment.

Jiang Yiqing watched as young maidens from the bird tribes—White Cranes, Bulbuls, and others—flew into the distance. They returned carrying various exotic branches, rare herbs, and blossoms, weaving them into an exquisite and magnificent wreath. A White Crane maiden handed the wreath to Wanqi Yanjing, who then placed it atop Jiang Yiqing’s head.

Following this, they used feathers accumulated over countless years to weave two pieces of radiant, flowing ceremonial raiment, which the two women donned respectively.

Finally, the Blue Bird sent out a sonic transmission, drawing in countless avian creatures to attend this grand celebration. A Luan bird soared through the sky for a long time, its cries reaching even the humans on the ground, who thought to themselves that such an auspicious omen must surely mean something wonderful was about to happen.

Jiang Yuxiu saw a Blue Bird land on her arm, delivering a small slip of paper. Upon opening it, she found it claimed Jiang Yiqing was getting married and invited her to attend.

Immediately, Jiang Yuxiu disregarded her preparations to depart for the Northern Frontier and followed the Blue Bird to the Feather-Tail Mound.

Facing the crystal blue waters of the lake, with the lush green grass serving as their banquet hall, a grand wedding feast had already commenced.

When Jiang Yuxiu arrived, the two newlyweds were preparing to drink the ceremonial nuptial cup. She cried out, “Yiqing, what is going on here?”

Jiang Yiqing looked toward her and said, “Imperial Sister, I intend to marry Wanqi Yanjing.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Jiang Yuxiu stepped forward, grabbing her hand. “Do you blame your sister for not protecting you well enough? Is that why you’ve resorted to this desperate measure?”

“Imperial Sister, the karma between Wanqi Yanjing and me is extremely complex. It cannot be explained in just a few words; perhaps everything is destiny,” Jiang Yiqing said. “My decision today was made after deep and careful consideration. You do not need to worry for me.”

“I see you must have been bewitched by Wanqi Yanjing.” Jiang Yuxiu glared at Wanqi Yanjing. “What exactly have you done to Yiqing?”

“Sister-in-law, for my wedding with Yiqing, I felt I must invite you. She would certainly wish to see your blessing.”

Jiang Yuxiu was consumed with rage, but the Feather-Tail Mound was the territory of the bird tribe, and she could not rashly start a war. She only asked Jiang Yiqing: “Yiqing, have you thought about how heartbroken your sister would be? Are you choosing this Wanqi Yanjing and abandoning me?”

Jiang Yiqing looked at her with a hint of sorrow and said, “Imperial Sister, I have always hoped to remain by your side like brotherly petals on a branch. It is just… the things I have done indeed betray the care you’ve shown me. It is inevitable that I have disappointed you.”

“…” Jiang Yuxiu was at a loss. Everything she did was for Yiqing’s sake; could she really force her? She could only ask once more: “Is this truly what you want? Yiqing, do you really love her?”

“I can only say with certainty that my fate is indeed tightly bound to Wanqi Yanjing,” Jiang Yiqing said. “I do not treat the matter of marriage as a joke. In truth, it has not been easy for her and me to reach this day.”

Deep in her heart, Jiang Yiqing held a sliver of hope—the hope of repairing her relationship with Wanqi Yanjing, so they could be like any other couple, looking forward to the day they could laugh together. Before them lay the treacherous and unpredictable trials of fate; if they could not face them with one heart, the difficulties would be insurmountable.

Though she did not like her at first, seeing Jiang Xian and thinking of the senior Wanqi Sangyan in her dreams made it impossible for her to let go. She thought that perhaps, she really had fallen in love with her.

“Yiqing, I didn’t expect… is everything truly destiny?” Jiang Yuxiu looked at her in shock, finally saying with great effort, “I do not approve of this wedding. However, Yiqing, since you have made up your mind, I do not wish to be the one to spoil the occasion.”

“Imperial Sister, please drink this fine nectar and bless Yiqing and me,” Wanqi Yanjing said, handing over a wine cup with sincerity. “I have indeed done many presumptuous things before. I do not dare beg for your forgiveness, but I have also come to realize that if you and I are at odds, it is Yiqing who suffers most. I have offended you greatly; if you and I can guard Yiqing together, I am willing to apologize for the things I have done and said.”

After saying this, Wanqi Yanjing did not hesitate to bend her knees and kneel before Jiang Yuxiu.

Jiang Yuxiu was startled and quickly helped her up, saying, “You really… don’t think I’ll recognize you just because of this.”

Nonetheless, she drank the wine representing reconciliation. Facing the crowd, she forced a smile and said, “I have let everyone see a bit of a scene. Today you are both hosts and honored guests. If my hospitality is lacking, I hope you will not take offense.”

Having spoken, Jiang Yuxiu reached out and cast forth a magical treasure, the Anthology of the Wedding Feast, saying, “This item is a gift for my sister. Wanqi Yanjing, I have not yet recognized you as my sister-in-law, but on this occasion, I shall say no more.”

As soon as the ancient painting touched the ground, the buildings, decorations, and items depicted upon it all transformed into physical reality. The servants and attendants arranging the feast became real people. It was as if the banquet from the painting had truly come to life.

“Imperial Sister, you are the best to me!” Jiang Yiqing threw herself into Jiang Yuxiu’s arms, speaking with gratitude.

Jiang Yuxiu reached out to stroke her hair, showing a satisfied expression.

Watching this, Wanqi Yanjing felt a slight twinge of jealousy; Jiang Yiqing had never shown such a youthful, girlish side in front of her.

“…I thank my sister-in-law on Yiqing’s behalf.”

With that, a grand wedding feast, unsurpassed in scale, officially began.

Under Jiang Yuxiu’s blessing, the two drank the nuptial cup, bringing the wedding to its conclusion.

Wanqi Yanjing condensed her imperial crown into a golden ring entwined with fire crystals and slipped it onto Jiang Yiqing’s finger.

At that moment, Jiang Yiqing was more certain than ever that she should face all unknown trials alongside Wanqi Yanjing. They would surely welcome a bright future.

After the wedding ended, Jiang Yuxiu hurried back to her army.

Jiang Yiqing said, “You must not do anything out of line toward my sister.”

Wanqi Yanjing obediently agreed, saying, “My consciousness is connected with hers. Rest assured, I will withdraw the Banner of Yin Souls immediately.”

Though she knew it was unlikely, Wanqi Yanjing still asked suspiciously, “Yiqing, you didn’t agree to me just because of your sister, did you?”

Jiang Yiqing hugged her gently and said, “Silly, why would I do that? I suddenly remembered some things. The ‘destiny’ you spoke of—I feel it too.”

Wanqi Yanjing recalled the events of the past. For some reason, after the Heterogeneous Bone Langhua Jade reached Jiang Yiqing, strange things had happened. She warned, “The First Princess’s thoughts are very dangerous. Now that the jade is in her hands, you must be extremely careful.”

“Mm…”

Wanqi Yanjing thought for a moment. Not much time remained of the six-hour limit. It was better to seize the moment, as she didn’t know when she would next see Jiang Yiqing in this form.

She held her tightly in her arms and said, “Yiqing, please forgive my previous insolence toward you. You can punish me however you like. My beloved girl, I want your eyes to carry smiles. What I want to give you is forever laughter, not painful memories.”

“Didn’t you once say I should find ways to please you? Do you remember?” Jiang Yiqing teased.

“It is I who should find ways to please you. It is my fortune that you do not reject me,” Wanqi Yanjing said, leaning close to her hair and breathing in its fragrance deeply.

“Haha.” Jiang Yiqing was amused and said, “Wanqi Yanjing, you aren’t without your merits, are you?”

“What should you call me?” Wanqi Yanjing asked. “I have never heard you call me something intimate.”

“Yanjing,” Jiang Yiqing sighed. “Jing-er, A-Jing. Your name is truly beautiful.”

The two shared a kiss before the eyes of everyone. Their gazes were entangled, their breaths intimate, making them inseparable.

“The previous Phoenix Lords have brought others here before, but to receive a relative’s blessing while also having such a massive spectacle… this is the first time,” the White Crane maiden lamented. “Could it be that the gears of fate are finally going to click into place this time?”

In an instant, Wanqi Yanjing transformed back into a phoenix. Amidst Jiang Yiqing’s cry of surprise, she carried her toward the Ninth Heaven. Jiang Yiqing saw a place called the Phoenix Palace; it was filled with carved beams and painted pillars in the likeness of phoenixes, yet there was not a single person, making it appear exceptionally desolate.

In the depths of the Phoenix Palace, there was a bubbling, boiling fire pit—the Ninth Heaven Phoenix Pool. As soon as Wanqi Yanjing drew near, the flames seemed to sense her and surged as if to swallow her fire feathers.

Jiang Yiqing hurriedly hugged Wanqi Yanjing’s neck and said, “What are you doing? Don’t scare me.”

“I only wanted to show you. Although this is the place where we phoenixes perish, it is also the place where we are reborn.”

“…” Jiang Yiqing said, “I would rather you never come here.”

As it turned out, she was afraid. Originally, Wanqi Yanjing’s life and death had nothing to do with her, but now she began to fear that she might one day leave her.

Wanqi Yanjing carried Jiang Yiqing to the inner depths of the palace. The Phoenix Palace had only a bed made of white jade and simple white jade tables and chairs; besides that, there was nothing.

In such an empty place, there were only the two of them. Wanqi Yanjing placed her on the massive white jade bed and leaned forward. With nowhere to retreat, Jiang Yiqing asked, “What are you doing?”

“I am very jealous, Yiqing,” Wanqi Yanjing said. “How can you only be with her? Clearly, I am your wife; we just got married. Unlike her, you and I love each other mutually.”

“…” Jiang Yiqing was astonished. “Are you and she not the same person?”

“Then, when Yiqing is intimate with her, do you think of me?”

“…” Jiang Yiqing was speechless. “Whether I do or not, it’s quite bad, isn’t it? It’s your problem, definitely not mine. I don’t know why you’ve become two people either.”

Wanqi Yanjing seemed to realize she wouldn’t get the answer she wanted. She said, “Thirst for me even more than when you are with her, alright? Just as I thirst for Yiqing every single moment.”

Jiang Yiqing didn’t know what she was talking about, but her face turned a candid shade of red. She pulled at a ribbon trailing from Wanqi Yanjing’s clothes and said, “Alright, I’ll try.”

As the ribbon was pulled away from her body, Jiang Yiqing saw Wanqi Yanjing’s body—scarred yet still appearing flawless. For the first time, she touched the wounds with heartache and said, “In truth, you have suffered so much, but you never say anything. A-Jing, in the future, I will work hard to be good to you.”

In truth, becoming like this was to stabilize the straying Yin souls from the Heterogeneous Bone Langhua Jade. Since the age of five, she had been forced to coexist with these demonic entities, eventually not even hesitating to assimilate herself in order to control the demons that were so hard to master.

Jiang Yiqing took the initiative to kiss her. Wanqi Yanjing kept her eyes tightly shut, occasionally opening them—unable to withstand the temptation—to look at her with eyes full of deep, tender affection. Her body trembled incessantly, and with shaking fingers, she locked Jiang Yiqing’s body tightly into her own embrace.