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Suddenly, Yang Dou burst into laughter.
Chen Anlin was taken aback. He couldn't quite grasp what was happening. They had been having a serious conversation, and now she was laughing out of nowhere.
"Sister Dou, I'm being serious here!"
"Oh, Little Anzi, it's rare for you to think of me like this. Don't worry, I was just joking earlier. His Majesty has said that he will take me along when the time comes," Yang Dou said with a playful smile, covering her mouth.
Chen Anlin was left speechless, his mind racing. There was no denying that Yang Dou's charm was overwhelming; it felt as if he were watching a little white rabbit hopping joyfully. And considering her outfit was already in tatters, he half-expected a little white rabbit to leap out at any moment. Despite having seen it before, he couldn't shake off the feeling of anticipation.
Yang Dou suddenly caught Chen Anlin's gaze and her lips twitched as she shot him a glare. "Little Anzi, what are you staring at?"
"Uh, nothing! I was just looking around," Chen Anlin stammered, feeling guilty as he snapped back to reality.
If she had asked him too suddenly, it would have startled him. Once he regained his composure, he realized that Sister Dou had just played a trick on him.
"Sister Dou, that's not very nice! You actually tricked me!" Chen Anlin glared at her with mock anger, his hands clenching in the air.
"Where did I trick you?" she replied defensively.
"You can't say you didn't trick me! That was just a joke!"
Yang Dou's bravado faltered slightly as her tone softened.
"I don't care! You have to fulfill one of my wishes, or else I'll let you have it."
Yang Dou's tone became weaker as she asked, "What am I supposed to do?"
"Just let me ride you like a horse," Chen Anlin replied.
He nodded, thinking this wasn't a bad idea. After all, he had always been bullied by the Empress when he was younger, so letting Yang Dou take on the role of a horse seemed fitting.
"You wish!" Yang Dou shot him a glare.
"Oh, Sister Dou, I challenge you!" Chen Anlin exclaimed, feeling a surge of anger.
In an instant, he lunged at her.
Yang Dou could only defend herself, but the more she resisted, the fewer clothes she found herself wearing.
What is happening here?
Wuwuwu...
That night, Chen Anlin could only hold onto Sister Dou and rest after their escapade. The scene was too beautiful to describe; saying too much would only lead to trouble.
In the following days, the Empress remained in seclusion.
Chen Anlin and Yang Dou took full responsibility for the country's affairs.
Three months later, Chen Anlin officially married Su Menghan and Su Bingyu, giving them both a recognized status.
As for Li Xuexin, he hadn't intended to rush things. However, she kept pursuing him relentlessly, and the people from Wan Jian Mountain hoped for an early union. In the end, Chen Anlin agreed.
As for Zhou Tong, she didn't place much importance on titles.
Although it was a marriage, Chen Anlin found himself pondering another question: as he ascended to immortality, what would happen to his wives?
Thinking of this, Chen Anlin suddenly felt a wave of melancholy. He realized that even in the pursuit of immortality, it was not as free and carefree as he had imagined.
Half a year later, a powerful force surged from the imperial palace's back garden, signaling that the Empress had finally reached the first rank of cultivation.
She had emerged from her seclusion at last. Chen Anlin let out a sigh of relief. Ever since he had assisted the Empress with state affairs, he found it inconvenient to leave this place. It had become increasingly difficult to find those favored by fortune lately.
Although he could search for them once a month, the problem was that he couldn't find anyone. Ever since the Empress entered her seclusion, all those who were once blessed with luck seemed to have vanished one by one. He began to suspect that their disappearance was somehow related to the Empress's retreat.
In any case, he simply could not locate any of the fortunate ones now.
As soon as the Empress emerged from her seclusion, Wu Xixue immediately sent a message to him and Yang Dou. Upon arriving at the back garden again, Chen Anlin saw the Empress, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
She was beautiful—exquisitely beautiful. After reaching the first rank of cultivation, her skin appeared even more flawless and her eyes shone brighter than before. Her dark, lustrous eyes resembled stars in the night sky, breathtakingly beautiful.
Chen Anlin felt a sense of transformation within her. The Empress was no longer an ordinary person; she had transcended the mundane world and had become a true immortal.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing Wu Xixue's purple dress to cling to her stockings, accentuating her alluring figure.
"Have you seen enough?" Wu Xixue shot Chen Anlin a glare and said coolly.
"Ah, Your Majesty, I haven't looked at anything!" Chen Anlin hurriedly replied, inwardly grumbling about her pettiness for being so sensitive over just a glance.
Yang Dou stifled a laugh and stepped forward respectfully. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on achieving immortality!"
Wu Xixue smiled radiantly. "I didn't expect this retreat to take longer than usual."
"Your Majesty, you truly are an immortal now?" Chen Anlin asked in astonishment.
"Of course! Soon, I will be ascending."
Wu Xixue gazed around her with a sense of melancholy. She was about to leave this familiar environment, and for a moment, she felt an unexpected attachment.
"Your Majesty, if we leave, what will happen here?" Chen Anlin asked.
It wasn't just him; the Empress also had family. The path to immortality was long and treacherous, and how could one worry about so many things?
Wu Xixue shook her head sadly but replied, "Of course, I cannot ignore everything! Over these years, I have made many preparations for this day."
As she spoke, Wu Xixue took out an item from her storage pouch. It was a small ball of flesh.
She silently chanted for a moment, and the meatball slowly began to grow larger until it transformed into an exact replica of Wu Xixue.
Chen Anlin was instantly stunned. What kind of magic was this?
After creating an identical version of herself, Wu Xixue gasped for breath and said, "This is a celestial technique called Divine Art. This exact copy of me not only carries my aura but also possesses my full strength. However, once the stored power is depleted, it will be useless."
"Your Majesty, now that the realm is stable, it’s highly unlikely that you will need to take action personally," Yang Dou said at that moment.
"Oh? During my time in seclusion, what exactly have you accomplished?" Wu Xixue asked with great interest.
Yang Dou looked at Chen Anlin and replied, "This is largely thanks to Chen Anlin. Under his command, we have eliminated the demons of the Taiping Sect and destroyed their main headquarters."
Chen Anlin straightened his chest proudly. "Your Majesty, this is what I should do."
With his current strength, dealing with the mere demons of the Taiping Sect felt like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!
"Well done. However, there will be no rewards this time," Wu Xixue said as she looked at the two of them and suddenly sighed. "We are about to head to the Celestial Realm. Do you have any last wishes?"
"Why does it sound like we're going to our deaths?" Chen Anlin thought bitterly.
"Your Majesty, when will we be able to return?" Chen Anlin asked.
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