136: Changchun Temple Willow Song

Shang Wan Ning frowned helplessly but quickly regained her composure. She turned to look at the bewildered Goudan and said seriously, "Goudan, you don't need to think about things like gender reassignment..."

"Whether you are a boy or a girl, I will not marry you."

Goudan blinked his large, watery eyes and asked in confusion, "Why? Does Your Majesty not like me?"

Shang Wan Ning slowly crouched down and explained gently, "Of course I like you. It's just that love doesn't only depend on appearance and gender. What truly matters is mutual understanding and a connection between two people's hearts."

"When you grow up and experience more, you will naturally understand."

[What? Gender reassignment??? A legendary fierce ghost! Please let me go!]

[I only love big sisters. Big sisters are the best, big sisters are wonderful. Calling her sister by day, and by night, sister*...]

"Oh! Okay."

Goudan nodded, seemingly understanding yet not quite, but he secretly made up his mind.

He would definitely work hard to become a fragrant girl so that Her Majesty would fall for the future "her."

[Hehehe...]

..."You've been watching for so long, it's time to come out and receive guests." Shang Wan Ning pointed behind Goudan with a faint smile.

Just then, a cloud of blood-red mist slowly drifted out from the inner room of the shop.

The mist seemed alive as it drifted gracefully toward Shang Wan Ning.

When it reached Shang Wan Ning's side, it slowed down and began to converge.

As the red mist condensed, a graceful and elegant beauty gradually appeared before everyone.

The beauty wore a long red dress that fluttered in the wind like a dancing celestial maiden.

With a face like a peach blossom and eyebrows like distant mountains, her phoenix eyes were full of affection. Her vermilion lips parted slightly as she said, "Liu Fuge of Changchun Temple greets Her Majesty the Empress." After speaking, Liu Fuge folded her hands in front of her and bowed.

"Rise!" Shang Wan Ning nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Liu Fuge replied softly, straightening up and standing there elegantly.

Goudan, who had been waiting expectantly nearby, was filled with joy when he saw Daoist Fuge return.

He was so excited that he danced with joy, eager to pounce toward Liu Fuge.

However, before he could take a few steps, he was suddenly grabbed by Tang Tang, who had darted out from the side.

Tang Tang was agile, her movements swift and decisive. She pulled Goudan into her arms with force and held him tightly with one hand—poor Goudan was suspended in mid-air, firmly restrained by Tang Tang.

Tang Tang lowered her head, her lips close to Goudan's ear, and said in a slightly threatening tone, "Goudan, behave yourself. Don't cause trouble here, okay?"

Hearing Tang Tang's words, Goudan's cheerful expression vanished instantly, replaced by a dejected look.

He hung his head like a deflated balloon and responded listlessly, "Oh."

After dealing with the mischievous Goudan, Tang Tang looked up, a shy blush creeping onto her face.

She looked at Shang Wan Ning with shimmering eyes and said softly, "Your Majesty, I'm truly sorry. This fellow Goudan is too naughty and has caused you a lot of trouble."

"However, please believe me, Your Majesty, those strange ideas of his were really not taught by me." After speaking, Tang Tang didn't forget to wink at Shang Wan Ning, seemingly trying hard to prove her innocence.

[As if I'd believe you, you trashy Daoist!!!]

Shang Wan Ning's lips twitched. "No matter." She then looked at Tang Tang. "You and Goudan head down first! I have important matters to discuss with your Third Senior Sister."

Tang Tang was a bit disappointed but still complied obediently, "Yes, Your Majesty."

After the two left, Shang Wan Ning looked at Liu Fuge. "How is the roast chicken?"

Liu Fuge looked at Shang Wan Ning with a smile, stepped forward, and leaned half-tilted against the counter. "Fuliji roast chicken, Daokou roast chicken, Liao Ribs roast chicken, Majieshan roast chicken... there are seven kinds in total. I wonder which one Your Majesty prefers?"

After hearing the introduction, Shang Wan Ning lowered her eyes and thought for a moment. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she replied softly, "Then give me two Majieshan roast chickens and two Daokou roast chickens."

"Alright." Liu Fuge agreed readily, turned gracefully, and walked toward the counter to retrieve the Yin Cuisine.

A figure suddenly flashed behind Shang Wan Ning.

It turned out that Meng Jiang had quietly walked over at some point. She stretched out her arms like a spirit snake and quickly wrapped them around Shang Wan Ning's slender neck.

With a forceful pull, she hugged Shang Wan Ning tightly.

Meng Jiang leaned closer until they were almost face-to-face. Her nose gently rubbed against the delicate and soft skin of Shang Wan Ning's cheek, bringing a faint itch.

"Wanling, buy them all!!! Please?" This call exploded in Shang Wan Ning's ear like thunder, making her blush instantly. The heat on her face felt like it could ignite the surrounding air.

The burning sensation spread from her cheeks to her neck, and even her earlobes turned bright red, as if they would melt into a puddle of water the next second.

"Dripping so much blood, I will suffer from a deficiency of Qi and blood."

"I'll need at least half a month to recover."

"Your Majesty! It's only 14 drops of essence blood." Meng Jiang gave her a wink.

"Think about the Secretary-General, the gluttonous White-Haired Loli, and Chief Assistant Lin who is working overtime..."

Shang Wan Ning gritted her teeth and opened her arms to embrace Meng Jiang.

Her waist was very slender, making it hard for Shang Wan Ning to let go.

"Daoist Fuge, two of each kind, pack them up to go!!!"

"Alright! Your Majesty." Liu Fuge swayed her hips, covered her eyes with her palm, and slightly twitched the corner of her mouth.

However, the bulging veins on her forehead betrayed her emotions: "Infinite Blessings from the Heavens... So sweet, so sweet, so sweet..."

[Tsk, I'm so full from this dog food.]

[This poor Daoist is a Quanzhen female priest! Calm down, calm down...]

[But this CP is so sweet!]

[Wuwuwu... I'll never ship Yuri CPs at night again.]

[A little shipping is pleasant, but too much hurts the Dao heart.]

(„ಡωಡ„) Thank Q

"Your Majesty, rounding down the change, it's a total of 248,000 incense offerings." Liu Fuge's face was as cold as frost, holding the tray of roast chickens like an ice sculpture.

"Thank you." Shang Wan Ning paid the incense offerings and took the tray. Then, she tightly gripped Sister Meng's hand and, like two bolts of lightning, teleported back to Wei Ran Residence.

Liu Fuge stood on her tiptoes to see the Empress off. Her legs felt as if the bones had been removed, and she leaned weakly against the counter. "Phew! They're finally gone."

"The Empress vs Lady Meng, who is the 1 and who is the 0???"

"What if the Empress is the '0'?"

[Eek! Just thinking about the scene makes my legs weak and cramped... and my fingertips sore...]