When a "Sea King" is Bound to a System [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 56.2

For the sake of her life, she would never go to the waterside pavilion again.

Hearing this, Yáo Jī scratched her chin. “Why are you still calling me Divine Monarch? Didn’t you call my name quite happily last night?”

Jiǔ Yè Xī: “…” How could that time be the same as now?

In bed, she could curse her freely, but normally, she had to be restrained. She was already very grateful to be taken in. If she pushed her luck, and Yáo Jī threw her out, she would only have the option of returning to the Demon Realm.

“Why aren’t you speaking?”

“Divine Monarch, please don’t tease me. How dare I call the Divine Monarch by name?”

A dark color flashed in Yáo Jī’s eyes. She said lightly, “But I want to hear it. What should I do?”

Before Jiǔ Yè Xī could speak, she was already on the bed in Yáo Jī’s sleeping quarters.

This…

She looked bewildered. Yáo Jī curved her beautiful lips into a smile and leaned in for a kiss.

This little thing still needs to be tamed, but she was not in a hurry. She would take it slowly. She had plenty of time.

Jiǔ Yè Xī desperately wanted to transform back into her original form and hide, but Yáo Jī had cast a spell, and she couldn’t transform back at all. She could only be pinned down and bullied.

“Yáo Jī, let go of me! What if someone sees us being indecent in broad daylight?”

“No one will see us. The Divine Venerable is even busier than we are, and everyone else is cultivating in their own territories. They won’t casually visit. Be good. Just feel it. Don’t think about nonsense.”

Jiǔ Yè Xī wanted to cry but had no tears. How was she supposed to feel it? If she felt it any longer, she wouldn’t be herself anymore.

Yáo Jī had mischief in her heart. She whispered close to her ear, “If you are obedient, I will take you to the mortal world to play, eat what you want to eat, and see the sights you want to see.”

Jiǔ Yè Xī’s heart fluttered. She blushed and climbed onto Yáo Jī’s neck, her voice as quiet as a mosquito: “Sister, I will be good.”

Yáo Jī smiled, taking her small, cherry-red lips and sucking on them.

The little fox is so simple and easy to coax.

Jiāng Yān and Fú Níng argued about who would be on top no less than ten times, with Fú Níng’s victory every time. Half a month passed, and apart from being exhausted to the point of a hoarse voice and aching body, there was no substantial progress.

Then she understood and accepted Fú Níng’s proposal.

The stubborn her would never admit to being slept into submission. She only stated plainly that she no longer wanted to argue with Fú Níng. Fú Níng knew this but didn’t expose her, holding her and praising her profusely.

“You are so good. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Jiāng Yān glanced at her and corrected her: “It’s not ‘marry,’ it’s ‘be married to.'”

“Yes, yes, yes, be married. I can’t wait to be married to you.”

“That’s more like it.”

Jiāng Yān won another round and felt that she hadn’t completely lost face.

Yáo Jī took the little fox on a trip to the mortal world. After learning about Jiāng Yān’s decision, she rushed back overnight to help prepare for the wedding.

As a divine mountain on par with Mount Kunlun and Penglai, Mount Sumeru had always had the lowest sense of presence, mainly because Chan Yue had no ambition and Mount Sumeru had never been opened to the outside world.

Unlike Kunlun and Penglai, which held banquets from time to time, inviting the other five clans to attend, drink and eat immortal fruits, and strengthen friendships.

Chan Yue found it troublesome and preferred to stay in the mountain to cultivate rather than do such things, which is why she was often overlooked.

Now that the news of her imminent wedding spread, the other four clans were suddenly startled to realize that there was such a Divine Venerable in the God Realm.

Before making the decision, Jiāng Yān had asked the Queen Mother of the West, Yáng Huí. If she didn’t have her and Ān Jūn Míng’s support, she couldn’t casually marry. Fortunately, the two Divine Venerables had no objection and even sent Divine Monarchs to help her with the arrangements, which was very thoughtful.

The ones who came from Kunlun were Wū Què and Liú Guāng. The one from Penglai was an unfamiliar Divine Monarch. Yóu Lái did not come.

Jiāng Yān asked Wū Què why Yóu Lái hadn’t come. Wū Què told her that Yóu Lái was locked up in Penglai to cultivate his character. If he behaved well, he might be released before her wedding.

Jiāng Yān smiled and did not sympathize with Yóu Lái’s plight. Although the child had no bad intentions, he was too impatient and impulsive, which was not a good thing for a god, especially in a place like Penglai, which advocated for having nothing external and a clear heart. This was not beneficial to his cultivation.

Ān Jūn Míng’s decision was quite wise, but it was hard on Wū Què.

Jiāng Yān gave him a meaningful look and led her Divine Monarch away.

Cháo Mù was reluctant to part with Liú Guāng. Liú Guāng seemed to fear her more than he liked her. This “fear” was the fear of Cháo Mù clinging to him.

Jiāng Yān saw through Liú Guāng’s thoughts, which is why she led Cháo Mù away. Yet, this innocent and naive girl was still acting out a scene of reluctance, which infuriated her.

“During your time in Kunlun, did you learn anything?”

“This minor god is slow-witted and has not gained any enlightenment,” Cháo Mù answered honestly.

Jiāng Yān felt a sense of disappointment and became serious. “What did you tell me when you said you wanted to stay in Kunlun?”

Cháo Mù lowered her head, not daring to speak. At the time, she must have said pleasant things to be allowed to stay, but she spent all her time with Liú Guāng, so how could she have genuinely cultivated?

Jiāng Yān couldn’t bear to criticize her, as there was nothing wrong with liking someone.

“Do you know that Liú Guāng does not like you? Clinging to him like this will only be counterproductive.”

Cháo Mù twisted her hands together, biting her lower lip without speaking. Jiāng Yān did not press her and only sighed helplessly.

“Matters of the heart require mutual willingness. A two-way street is what makes it meaningful. You are throwing yourself in now, thinking that if you give enough, the other party will like you, unaware that unreciprocated effort is meaningless. Go back and think about it carefully. You don’t need to help me these days. Just sort out your feelings.”

Cháo Mù was silenced by Jiāng Yān’s words. She bowed and slowly left. Jiāng Yān sat in her chair and sighed.

“Why the sighing?” Fú Níng emerged from behind, giving Jiāng Yān a loving hug.

Jiāng Yān looked at the red clothes on her and felt a little better.

“I was thinking, should I not interfere with my subordinates’ feelings and let them figure it out on their own? Is this intervention appropriate? Am I being a busybody?”

“No, you are thinking for their sake. They will understand.”

Although Liú Guāng was handsome, he had many romantic entanglements, a history of flings that would take three days and three nights to tell. An innocent and naive girl like Cháo Mù would only be deceived in his hands.

Even though he currently seemed to be avoiding Cháo Mù, who could guarantee that he wouldn’t provoke her when he was lonely one day?

Telling her in advance would give her some warning. As for what decision she ultimately made, that was her business.

They were all gods who had lived for tens of thousands of years and should be responsible for their own actions.

Fú Níng nuzzled Jiāng Yān’s ear and asked softly, “This is my first time wearing red. Does it look good?”

It looks too good! No one is more beautiful than you. Jiāng Yān thought this, but she wouldn’t say it, fearing she would become conceited if praised too much.

“It’s alright. A little better than black.”

Fú Níng understood Jiāng Yān’s contrary nature and knew that her “it’s alright” meant “it’s very good.” She immediately smiled so widely her eyes curved.

“When the wedding dress arrives, we’ll try them on together. You’ll definitely be stunning.” She caressed Jiāng Yān’s cheek, her eyes full of adoration.

Jiāng Yān straightened her neck, looking proud. “Of course. Is there anyone more beautiful than me in the Six Realms?”

Of course, she had to thank the person who designed the minor world for giving her such a beautiful face.

Jiāng Yān, not forgetting the source of her blessings, silently thanked the designer in her heart.

“No. Madam’s beauty is unmatched in the Six Realms.”

Fú Níng had already started changing her address, calling Jiāng Yān “Madam.” Jiāng Yān was too lazy to correct her and let her be happy.

The wedding preparations took a month from start to finish. The wedding dress was revised more than ten times. Every time Jiāng Yān thought it was good enough, Fú Níng was still dissatisfied, feeling that a dress of that level could not match Jiāng Yān’s beauty.

She wanted a unique wedding dress to welcome her bride.

The last time, Yáo Jī personally went to retrieve the wedding dress. The red dress hung on the rack, captivating at first sight.

She stroked the little fox in her arms and asked, “Do you want to wear such a beautiful wedding dress?”

The little fox twitched its ears, looking innocent. “That’s the Divine Venerable’s wedding dress. I can’t wear something this beautiful.”

“Although it’s not as gorgeous as the Divine Venerable’s, I can still make a unique one for you. Do you want to wear it?”

The little fox fell silent, shyly burying its face in her arms, and mumbled, “Quickly take it back. The Divine Venerable is waiting.”

Yáo Jī smiled, properly stored the wedding dress, and brought it back to Mount Sumeru.

The two wedding dresses were similar in style, except that Fú Níng was slightly taller than Jiāng Yān, so her dress was longer than Jiāng Yān’s. Jiāng Yān’s wedding dress had several representative plants from Mount Sumeru embroidered on the back with gold and silver thread. Fú Níng’s had a Jiao (hornless dragon) and a true Dragon, symbolizing her and Jiāng Yān.

The moment Jiāng Yān put on the wedding dress, Fú Níng’s eyes went straight. She was stunned and didn’t know what to say. Jiāng Yān intentionally asked, “Why aren’t you speaking? Is it not beautiful?”

“No! It’s too beautiful. I don’t know how to describe it,” Fú Níng quickly explained, grasping Jiāng Yān’s hand, her eyes full of amazement. “You are too beautiful. I almost don’t want you to appear in front of everyone. I want to keep this beauty all to myself.”

Jiāng Yān’s heart felt sweet, like she had eaten honey. Yet, her expression remained calm, and she asked with a hint of doubt, “It’s not that exaggerated, is it? You are always good at flattering me.”

Fú Níng embraced her waist and pulled her into her arms, pointing to the water mirror next to them. “I absolutely did not lie to you. See for yourself. Is this not a beauty worth keeping private?”

The water mirror reflected the person’s face clearly, just like a glass mirror. Jiāng Yān looked at the person with the stunning looks in the mirror and could hardly believe it was herself.

Half of her long hair was tied up, and the other half flowed down her back, trailing to the ground. Her eyebrows were long and slightly curved, her phoenix eyes slightly upturned at the corners, hinting at affection even when she wasn’t smiling. A small mole sat on her delicate nose, and her lips were red without any rouge. Each feature was perfect individually, and together they were unbeatable. Jiāng Yān felt like her soul was being drawn away by the person in the mirror.

Fú Níng covered her eyes and laughed. “Do you think I wasn’t exaggerating at all?”

Jiāng Yān nodded. Suddenly, something warm pressed against her lips. She embraced Fú Níng’s slender waist, lost in the moment.

On the day of the wedding, Mount Sumeru was unprecedentedly lively. Jiāng Yān didn’t expect so many people to come. She quickly sent people to Kunlun and the Heavenly Palace to request assistance. The two sides each sent hundreds of immortal attendants to entertain the guests, which resolved Jiāng Yān’s predicament.

Standing in the back, watching the guests socialize and drink, Jiāng Yān said to Fú Níng beside her, “We need to recruit more people for Mount Sumeru. Otherwise, borrowing people every time there’s an event somewhat diminishes my status as a Divine Venerable.”

Fú Níng glanced at the main hall. Yáo Jī was coordinating people to greet the guests, and Jiǔ Yè Xī followed her, listening intently.

She retracted her gaze and smiled. “We should indeed recruit more immortal attendants. There will be good news soon.”

Jiāng Yān also smiled. The two of them understood each other without needing words.

At noon, Yáng Huí and Ān Jūn Míng arrived. Everyone rose to bow, and the atmosphere looked harmonious.

Yáng Huí exchanged a few polite words, then went inside to find Jiāng Yān. Seeing her in the wedding dress, she was very satisfied.

“The little girl we watched grow up is getting married today. Time passes so quickly.”

Jiāng Yān thought to herself, it’s not that fast. She was already over a hundred thousand years old, but for these two Divine Venerables who were as old as the heavens, a hundred thousand years was probably just a snap of the fingers.

After praising Jiāng Yān, Yáng Huí glanced at Fú Níng and commented, “Tolerable.”

Jiāng Yān laughed very loudly, mocking Fú Níng. Fú Níng looked at her laughing and had a smile on her face, showing no dissatisfaction with Yáng Huí’s words.

When she defected from the God Realm back then, Yáng Huí had been lenient with her. Overall, she was a very good Senior Sister.

Ān Jūn Míng did not go in and waited outside for Yáng Huí. When she came out, he tucked the hair by her ear behind it, sighing and asking, “When can we hold a wedding like this?”

Yáng Huí said nothing. Having lived for so many years, she had come to see such things lightly. They couldn’t be together back then because of her Master. Now, she felt their current state of companionship was good, and there was no need for a more intimate relationship.

At 1:00 PM, the auspicious time arrived. Jiāng Yān and Fú Níng walked out hand-in-hand and bowed to the Father God.

Yáng Huí presided over their ceremony, giving Jiāng Yān immense face.

Many people wanted to take the opportunity to speak a few words with Yáng Huí. Those who had originally intended to leave early stayed until the evening. Ān Jūn Míng carried away the slightly tipsy person, and the guests also wisely departed. Mount Sumeru, which had been lively all day, gradually quieted down.

Yáo Jī and the Divine Monarchs cleaned up the hall. Fú Níng pulled Jiāng Yān back to their room.

“Yān Yān, you are truly beautiful today.”

“You must have said that no less than ten times. Can you use a more original word?”

Fú Níng chuckled and hugged her waist. “Language cannot describe your beauty. I don’t know what to say.”

She could only praise her with the same phrase repeatedly.

Jiāng Yān felt breathless from the heavy wedding dress and decided to take off the outermost layer. As soon as her hand dropped, Fú Níng reached out.

“Let me help you take it off.”

“I don’t want to take it off! Let go!”

Jiāng Yān knew what would happen next. Although she was looking forward to the wedding night, she didn’t want it to happen so early…

Seeing her reaction, Fú Níng’s smile widened, almost reaching the sun.

A beautiful night and a bridal chamber. How could they waste it?

Light and shadow flickered, the sheets turned red, and it was another sleepless night.

Yáo Jī finished cleaning up the hall well into the latter half of the night. She carried her little fox to sleep, still thinking about the wedding dress.

Whenever Jiǔ Yè Xī couldn’t bear it, she would cry and curse Yáo Jī, claiming she would run away from the mountain. However, this plan never succeeded because she always woke up close to noon, and then Yáo Jī would follow her every step, giving her no chance to leave.

After more than a year of this, she finally caught an opportunity.

Jiāng Yān and Fú Níng planned to go and check on Mèi Lí and Chī Jié. Time passes slowly in the God Realm. Calculating by mortal time, they were probably around eighteen years old.

Jiāng Yān mainly wanted to see if the beautiful love story she wrote for them had begun. Fú Níng accompanied her and took the opportunity to see her Junior Brother.

Jiǔ Yè Xī ran over to beg Jiāng Yān to take her out with them. Her two furry paws were clasped together, and her ears twitched, looking extremely adorable.

“Why do you want to go out? Isn’t Yáo Jī treating you well?”

Jiǔ Yè Xī blushed, and her ears drooped. It was precisely because she was too good that she had to run. That woman was too terrifying in bed. If this continued, she would die.

Jiāng Yān looked at her strangely shy eyes and immediately understood, even empathizing with Jiǔ Yè Xī’s feelings.

“I can take you out, but you can’t tell Yáo Jī that I took you, or she won’t do her work for me properly.”

“I absolutely won’t tell! Divine Venerable, please rest assured!” Jiǔ Yè Xī promised solemnly.

Jiāng Yān took her out, bid her farewell outside the mountain, and went with Fú Níng to the place where Mèi Lí and Chī Jié were reborn.

Chī Jié was reborn into the family of a wealthy squire. Mèi Lí was the squire’s groom, and he also served as Chī Jié’s study companion, accompanying him in his studies. However, the young master was about to marry, and his status was low, so he couldn’t stop it.

Currently, he was raging with impotent fury, venting his anger on a stone pillar in the courtyard, punching it repeatedly until the back of his hands was bloody and mangled.

Fú Níng covered Jiāng Yān’s eyes, disappointed in him. “What a useless thing. If you like…”