Tens of thousands of years later, I finally saw Yelian again.
At that time, the Immortal Lord's chariot passed by me, the western sky was filled with clouds, and eighty-one green luanans, dragging their magnificent tail feathers, surrounded him. The low-ranking fairy boys and maidens knelt motionless on both sides, while the higher-ranking immortals stood closer to him, but they all buried their heads deeply.
The only five immortals left in the Nine Heavens were standing beside him with their hands hanging down, and I was among them.
I stared blankly at the face I had missed for tens of thousands of years, forgetting to avoid taboos.
He was still wearing a gorgeous deep purple robe, with picturesque eyebrows and an expression as indifferent as if everything in the ninth heaven had nothing to do with him. I suddenly remembered that when we were together tens of thousands of years ago, he was tugging at the corner of my clothes, his eyes as clear as a child's.
As soon as his eyes touched my enthusiasm, he paused slightly and then glanced over.
I saw his eyebrows wrinkle slightly, and undisguised disgust and impatience flashed in his eyes.
"Shangxian, Shangxian," Zixiu tugged on the corner of my clothes and called me softly from behind, "The ceremony is about to begin."
I looked back at Zixiu, and there was something as clear as water in that child's eyes as he had back then.
The kind of clarity that I deeply long for and enjoy.
Night lotus, night lotus.
I took a deep breath, bowed my head respectfully, walked quickly to the Immortal Lord's chariot, and leaned down gently.
"Your Highness, you can begin."
Ps: The heroine's name is "Baoshu", not "Baomei". I remind everyone with tears in her eyes.