As time passed, the Dragon Queen Mother’s birthday was already in sight. Today, Jiang Rui received a letter from Immortal Lord Shu Yuan asking if she was at home because he wanted to send her several dresses to choose from.
These days, Lord God Jiu Yuan came to report every day, appearing in human form during the day, and at night or when Jiang Rui wanted to go out, he turned into a little dragon and pestered her.
Unless there was something urgent or people from the Yujing Immortal Island asked for help, he would leave. Otherwise, he would not leave Jiang Rui for even half a step as if he had regarded this small courtyard as his own immortal mansion.
He happened to be absent today, and Jiang Rui didn’t have to go to Bifang Garden for duty, so it was a good time for Shu Yuan to come to visit.
As for Immortal Lord Shu Yuan, although the Lord God Jiu Yuan had returned to his throne, after that, the burden on his shoulders had not lightened, but it had become heavier.
In the past, when the Lord God was away, the Yujing Immortal Island closed its doors to welcome guests. He only had to take care of the chores on the island.
Now there was one more thing. He had to deal with the endless stream of visitors for the Lord God, so he was so busy all day long that he had no time to do anything else.
“Since you are so busy, why bother to go here personally? Just ask Xian’e to deliver it to me, or just say, and I will visit you.” Jiang Rui poured him a cup of tea.
Immortal Lord Shu Yuan took a careful sip and then said with a smile: “I just want to take a break from my busy schedule and come here to relax.”
“By the way, take a look at those little grasses, right?” Jiang Rui glanced at the flower stand.
The little resurrecting grasses had just been fed with spiritual power by Immortal Lord Shu Yuan, and they were taking a nap comfortably.
Mentioning the milky grasses, the smile on Shu Yuan’s face became even wider. He looked around the courtyard and said, “Your place is the most peaceful. It will be lively when they transform.”
He brought several large boxes, each containing a set of dazzling dresses, all made by the Weaver Girl. Only the goddess of heaven and the Emperor could enjoy them.
Jiang Rui looked at it and said jokingly: “I will give you two pots when the time comes so that you won’t forget it.”
Immortal Lord Shu Yuan blurted out: “Then, I want to imitate the Lord God—”
The last words came to an abrupt end, and he swallowed them all back. He picked up the teacup and took a sip as if to cover up.
Seeing that Jiang Rui was concentrating on choosing clothes and not paying attention to his words, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A gentle and calm smile appeared on his face again.
In fact, Jiang Rui heard half of his words clearly. If she listened carefully, she could even pick out the unfinished half of the sentence.
It was nothing more than an allusion to the fact that Lord God Jiu Yuan brought her back to the Yujing Immortal Island when she was just a seed, and he raised her here and there before developing the relationship between the two of them today.
Jiang Rui was not surprised that Immortal Lord Shu Yuan noticed her connection with Lord God Jiu Yuan. After all, the other party already knew that she would attend the Dragon Queen Mother’s birthday banquet.
She was just a little surprised. For a long time, she thought that Shu Yuan was the most gentle and easy-going, a gentleman like jade. She didn’t expect that he had such a joking and narrow-minded side.
If it hadn’t been for his mistake just now, she wouldn’t have noticed it, still thinking that he was really a perfect gentleman.
It was quiet when suddenly a person came out of the house. The coming person had silver hair and ice-blue eyes, as strong as frost.
He was the person who left just this morning. He came back silently at some time and walked out of the house as if no one was there.
Immortal Lord Shu Yuan was stunned for a while, then quickly put down the teacup, and stood up to salute.
The Lord God only nodded slightly and walked to Jiang Rui’s side. The sea of coiled dragons and clouds embroidered with silver silk thread under his clothes was surging like waves.
“Is there anything you like? If you don’t like it, let someone make a few more sets.”
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