Chapter 511
"I guess I'm just that kind of boy with no ambition."
Little Li criticized his own shortcomings.
But he had no intention of changing.
"Hiss..." Lord Song, still dazed, propped himself up and rubbed the back of his head.
"Do you even know who you are?"
Li Mo waved his hand in front of his eyes.
"I know, but my head hurts and feels dizzy..."
"Did you drink too much? Just take a deep breath; headaches and dizziness are normal."
Li Mo handed him a hangover soup, pretending not to notice the big bump on the back of his head.
"Thanks, Li bro."
"Uh, Lord, you can't just say whatever you want."
"Huh? What do you mean by that?"
"How about this: from now on, you call me 'uncle,' and I'll call you 'bro.'"
"???"
"Oh, you guys are back! Hurry up and feed your lord some soup."
Lord Song felt like cursing, but the hangover soup was already in his mouth.
Finally remembering his own guards, he hurriedly rushed back from the Fengyue Xiaozhu.
But as soon as they entered, they almost forgot their lord again.
Because they were about to head to the grand event.
The flowers were stunning, but they all bloomed first in the Wanchun Pavilion.
...
Meanwhile.
Ying Bing was sitting in front of her vanity, her figure outlined by the morning light, creating delicate curves. Her dark hair floated gently as she combed it, releasing a subtle fragrance.
Don’t let her cool demeanor fool you; the cold fairy was currently preoccupied with thoughts about baby food quality. Her hair was getting smoother, but her mind was becoming increasingly tangled.
At that moment, she caught sight of Shang Wu sneaking in through the copper mirror.
She knew Shang Wu was probably trying to scare her after such a long time apart, so she decided to play along...
*Slap!*
"Hiss... Little Bing, what have you been eating lately? You're developing faster than I am!"
Chapter 577: Hundred Feather Dan Zhao
"I'm so jealous!" Shang Wu wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.
The cold fairy opened Shang Wu's hand and stood up, taking several deep breaths before giving her a mock glare.
To be fair, Shang Wu wasn’t wrong.
Shang Wu was tall and robust, resembling the voluptuous beauty of the Tang Dynasty, while Ying Bing, though of similar height, was slender and delicate, like a willow swaying in the wind. With her cool appearance, she exuded an ethereal grace, perfect and divine.
So, in terms of broad-mindedness, Shang Wu had the upper hand.
But visually, it didn’t quite translate...
"Don't do that next time," Ying Bing said, trying to suppress her earlier discomfort.
"Alright, just kidding."
Shang Wu rubbed her hands together, looking like a mischievous child despite being older:
"I was just curious; you’ve grown so well, I wonder if you can still fit into that dress."
"What dress?" Ying Bing's eyes instinctively narrowed.
Little Li was quite ordinary, so how good could Shang Wu be?
But she was mistaken this time; Shang Wu pulled out a magnificent skirt adorned with a hundred birds from her storage.
"Isn't it beautiful? It's a gift for you; you'll look stunning in it."
Shang Wu took a swig from her wine gourd, squinting her eyes.
"This fabric is extraordinary. I won't be on stage at the grand event, so I won't need it."
Ying Bing gently pinched the sleeve of the skirt; the material felt like silk but was made of countless delicate feathers.
Not just one kind, but hundreds of them.
She recognized many of them, coming from rare birds, and most of the species had long been extinct.
This dress could never be replicated.
She shook her head and pushed the skirt back.
"I won't be able to wear it after I come of age. If you don't want it, I might just trade it for some wine one day."
Seeing Ying Bing deep in thought, Shang Wu placed her hands on her hips and coaxed:
"Hmph, and those little girls are all dressing up, hoping Little Mo will notice them. With his curiosity, aren't you afraid he’ll be dazzled by all the pretty faces?"
"Thank you."
Ying Bing paused, her hesitation melting away as she looked down and accepted the skirt.
As her sincere gratitude echoed in the air, Shang Wu couldn't hold back her playful demeanor any longer:
"We're family; no need for thanks. Just consider it a supplementary betrothal gift."
"Supplementary?"
"Oh, you two aren't married yet? Right, right, I've been looking at too many picture books lately... You should try it on!" Shang Wu patted her own head.
The cold fairy was genuinely admiring the dress, so she pretended only to have heard the latter half of the conversation.
The hundred-bird skirt was similar to a traditional skirt but more exquisite and eye-catching, slightly shorter in design.
This dress was made during the time when the bronze divine tree still stood tall in the world, with a hundred birds resting upon it, coexisting with nature and managing the flow of all things.
Thus, it truly gathered the essence of heaven and earth, the spirit of all living things, and even time could not wear it down.
Ying Bing, standing at 1.76 meters, was about to turn eighteen, the same age as the dress's original owner.
After changing, she stepped out from behind the screen, standing in the sunlight. The skirt shimmered with a halo, and its slightly shorter design revealed her long, fair legs, just barely covered above the knees, with a jade hairpin perfectly placed in her hair.
This was a delightful surprise.
However, the beauty of the crescent moon added an unexpected liveliness to the cold fairy's ethereal presence.
Oh, right.
Under the skirt, her legs were adorned with pearl-white lotus silk... Who was she trying to attract?
So this was where the term "celestial spirit" came from...
Yet, the usually composed Ying Bing felt a rare flutter of nervousness.
"Does it fit?"
"From every angle, in the light of day, everyone looks the same, like a hundred birds in flight..." Shang Wu murmured.
"Well said."
"That’s not my line."
Shang Wu's seriousness lasted only a few sentences before her lips curled into a grin: "Don't even mention Li Mo; I can't handle it. He'll be so mesmerized, there’ll be blood everywhere! Little Bing, come on, let me see again!"
She made another ungraceful sneak attack.
But this time, Ying Bing was prepared; she swiftly dodged and slipped out the door.
It was unclear whether she was trying to escape Shang Wu's clutches or catch a glimpse of that childish fool being mesmerized.
Shang Wu looked down.
Sunlight poured through the gaps in the Wanchun Pavilion, casting beams of light that danced with the floating dust, illuminating the interwoven stairs in a play of light and shadow.
The girl, radiating celestial spirit, lifted her skirt and descended the steps.
As she passed through the beams of light, her smile became clearer, like the first bloom of spring in the wind and light.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
Shang Wu took a sip of her wine, and the carefree demeanor she had just moments ago vanished, her squinting eyes suddenly lost in thought.
Shang Mo.
The most beloved jewel of the Shang Emperor, her personality was lively and mischievous, showing little regard for the spirits of the hundred birds, even daring to pluck feathers from divine birds.
People said she was spoiled and arrogant, disregarding authority.
But the Shang Emperor not only refrained from punishing her but also offered sacrifices to the heavens. After receiving divine approval, he wove a dress for her from the feathers of a hundred birds as a coming-of-age gift.
It was named "Hundred Feather Dan Zhao."
When the dress was completed, she proudly and excitedly ran through the royal corridor, leaping into her father's arms.
What did her father say back then?
"Let the ministers see what divine bird can compare to my daughter's grace and elegance."
"Let’s go!"
That proud and joyful voice still echoed in her ears.
Shang Wu paused, realizing something was off.
She rushed to the window and saw Little Li, protectively pulling the cold fairy into the carriage, not allowing anyone else to look.
Then he waved his hand, signaling everyone to set off; the convoy was already moving.
"Oi, heartless little brat, I haven't even gotten in the car yet!"
Inside the carriage.
Little Li was completely oblivious to her call, his ears tuned out to the world outside, his focus solely on the ice fairy.
He had even forgotten to breathe; how could he remember anything else?
...
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Chapter 578: Little Li's New Nickname
The bright sunlight, filtered through the carriage window's sheer curtain, turned into shimmering gold on Ying Bing's hair.
In the play of light and shadow, her clear, enchanting eyes were tinged with a soft gold, exuding a divine aura mixed with a hint of shyness, creating an almost surreal charm, as if she had a special effect.
Little Li's eyes were nearly blinded by the brightness.
"What are you staring at me for?"
Ying Bing unconsciously twirled a strand of her hair around her finger.
"Saving the world in my past life wasn’t enough; I guess I have to save it in this life too, or else I might just wake up from this dream..."
Little Li's mind went blank, his posture slightly hunched as he muttered to himself.
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