At first, Tiran thought that Xichu would be more tolerant of the matter regarding Lilium, but it seems to be just about the same... After all, it is a consensus that lilies cannot bear offspring, not to mention that Xiang Ling has the identity as a member of the imperial family. It would be one thing to handle this matter privately; however, if Xiang Ling were to openly send back a document to Luocheng City, almost all the nobles would know about it, then it would definitely need to be stopped no matter what.

In this situation, even the two princes of Luocheng City, who do not want their sister, who could potentially compete for the throne, to come back, cannot find a suitable reason to refute the conservative and influential court officials - they are not emperors yet and are still relying on these old officials to support them.

"So that guy really did it that way!" The next morning, Tiran said a bit frantically in Mimi and Li's dormitory.

"Although it was a bit of a mess, it must be admitted that it was indeed a good way to break the deadlock..." Shuma thought seriously for a moment and realized it might actually work.

"Compared to the behavior of that princess, Your Highness, where did you go last night after all?" Mimi sat on the bed that was supposed to be for Tiran, holding Chirp, staring straight at Tiran. She had been lying on Tiran's bed all night waiting for her to come back to warm the bed but ended up falling asleep without her return.

"Ah... about that..." Princess Tiran scratched her cheek awkwardly.

...

Fast forward to this morning. Tiran was awakened by a tingling and itchy sensation at the tip of her nose, and when she opened her eyes, the bright sunlight streaming into the room made her eyes a bit uncomfortable, causing the scene she saw to still be a bit blurry.

"Awake?" A voice seemed to say in her ear.

"Uhh... my head hurts."

"Your headache is from the hangover, Silver War Maiden, your alcohol tolerance is not that good."

Huh? Tiran suddenly became fully awake. This voice, this address, Masaka...

She sat up suddenly, lifting the blanket, and indeed saw the black-haired princess standing by her bed, wearing a loose casual robe she had never seen before - well, if you had to put a style to it, it was a bit like Hanfu, and her temperament suddenly became gentle.

Wait, wait, wait! The main issue was that she was by her bedside!

No, wait, maybe the problem was whether this bed was actually hers. The Princess's memories of falling asleep noisily due to a hangover slowly came back to her, and her expression turned to one of terror.

"Uh... I, uh..."

Tiran asked hesitantly.

"You collapsed after half a cup," Xiang Ling confirmed Tiran's ominous premonition.

The princess's first reaction was to touch her body, thankfully only finding her clothes a little disheveled from tossing and turning in her sleep; nothing else should be wrong.

"Silver War Maiden, is that expression of yours worried that I will do something to you?" Xiang Ling raised an eyebrow, though she was straightforward, she was not foolish and could easily see Tiran's terrible train of thought.

"I didn't mean that..."

"Don't worry, Shenzhou is not as open as the West. I will not make any improper moves before marrying you."

Tiran's expression immediately became complex, unsure of how to respond.

...

"What?! Your Highness, you really plan to marry that guy?!" Mimi widened her eyes and subconsciously hugged Chirp tightly in her arms.

"I've said it's impossible long ago!" Tiran shook his head forcefully, "And nothing happened last night, nothing!"

"Your eagerness to deny is a bit suspicious... Little Tiran, are you planning to give up on that maid dragon of yours? I was actually thinking of making her compensate me with money or with her flesh after saving her 0w0."

Li's face showed a look of confusion, but her eyes seemed playful.

"Tsk... I really can't handle dealing with this guy."

"In any case, that guy said that the reply from Luocheng City will come quickly, so we should start preparing to head to their capital soon."

Tiran sighed as he covered his face. Though he knew there was no other way at the moment, he still felt terrible. Aya, the price I'm paying to save you is too high, he thought, I must make sure he compensates you well.

However, as expected, nothing happened to Tiran personally in the following two days.

Hmm... Well, at least nothing happened to me.

Apart from that, the news that "General Xiang is going to marry the princess of the Western Kingdom" is now common knowledge within the city of Yanmen Pass, and in other cities... as Xiang said, they had long sent people to discreetly spread the news throughout the Empire.

"So, even if my two imperial brothers decide to take extreme measures to prevent the news from spreading, it's impossible now. I am definitely going to the capital this time."

That's what the Princess said.

Tiran felt that the way people in Yanmen Pass looked at him had changed, to be more specific... it was a mix of respect and blessing? In their eyes, he should be like the wife of a general... Well, if General Xiang successfully ascends to the throne, he'll be the mother of the nation.

I can't be happy about this, damn it! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

...

Luocheng City, in a street-facing suite of a certain inn at the intersection of the market district.

This inn is just an inconspicuous one in the metropolitan city of Luojing with a population of a million, but in terms of status, even the forbidden city in the city center would probably not be on par with the occupants of the room.

Of course, the presence of a certain Judicator miss and an intern Judicator is purely nominal, the main focus is on the cinnamon girl leaning against the soft couch and flipping through the book in her hands... she might be one of the few immortals left in the entire Divine Land.

Currently, Angelo is feeling conflicted, after all, Aya ran away in front of him. Although Minglin returned calmly on her own, she let the girl escape in the end.

Vera, on the other hand, remains indifferent as always, she has always had absolute trust in Yuan, and since Yuan said it doesn't matter if Aya walked away, then it doesn't matter, but compared to that, observing a living immortal is more interesting.

An immortal... akin to a deity, can such a being be killed?

Miss Judicator is quite curious.

"I say, Vera," Angelo finally couldn't stand the heavy and stifling atmosphere in the room, and whispered, "Is that guy really a god?"

Although Angelo does not subscribe to the idea of saving lives through faith, he was raised with religious teachings, and witnessing the scene of Angel descending in Milt's combat has instilled a sense of awe for beings holding the title of God.

As for Minglin... How should one put it, a god who can be subdued by humans is quite weak, and to be engrossed in a pile of travel brochures about Luocheng brought up from the first floor of the inn is quite a contrast to the aura of a deity...

"Hey, everyone is here."

Just then, a small side door was pulled open, revealing Yuan, who had just a while ago been thousands of miles away at the northwest border, his hair tousled by the wind.

"Brother, where did you go?" Vera's eyes lit up when she saw Yuan, and she leaped into his arms, coquettishly saying, "I completed the mission well."

"I went to the northwest, had a rough time..." Yuan scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed and speechless. "But more importantly, can someone explain to me why the teleportation point had to be placed in the bathroom?"

"Don't worry about those details, brother. Hehe."

"Don't act cute with me! I nearly didn't react in time and almost fell into a pit turning into a 'Olive'!" Yuan rolled his eyes. "But anyway... how's Luocheng City doing?"

After Vera recounted the information she had gathered and the current situation, Yuan said thoughtfully, "A choice between two... but it's great that Xingjian won't directly intervene in the struggle for the throne."

Dealing with a Holy Rank like Xingjian was still a bit tricky for Yuan. He had already provoked the princess at the northwest border; if Xingjian interfered, even with the three unified spirits in his hands, it would be troublesome.

"Although she won't interfere with the royal authority, she said she won't hesitate to act if there is a threat to the stability of the empire. And, it seems she's already suspicious of what you did to the emperor."

"Well, that's just unfair to me! I really didn't do anything to him."

Yuan shrugged, feeling relieved at least about this aspect. As for the rest...

"Did Miss Aya really run away?"

"Don't look at me, you were the one who said we could let him leave." Angelo quickly shifted blame.

"Don't worry, I'm not blaming you." Yuan smiled. "And our most important guest, the immortal Minglin, is still here."

"Indeed, but lately he seems to be obsessed with travel brochures... Is he really a god?" Angelo smirked.

After hesitating for a moment, Yuan gestured to Vera and Angelo, then walked over to Minglin, while the other two cooperatively moved out of the master bedroom to the sitting room in the suite.

"Little Minglin, what are you looking at?"

Yuan asked with a smile, approaching Minglin, sounding as friendly as a neighborly elder brother, as if someone else had put the magical lock on Minglin.

But surprisingly, Minglin replied honestly.

"Travel guide."

"I didn't expect an immortal to have such hobbies..." Yuan's reaction was similar to Angelo's.

"Forget about being an immortal, my divine spirit has already been sealed by you, so let's not mention it. As for looking at these... it's just that, as an ancient relic that has slept for a thousand years, I find these new things intriguing."

"Where, where, a dragon is still a dragon, even without the lock, you're still the same immortal you were."

"So, are you asking for my help with something?"

Although devoid of his divine spirit powers, the eyes of the immortal still seemed to see through the hearts of men.

"Absolutely." Yuan didn't hide it, admitting openly.