To avoid their surveillance.

I, the Heavenly Emperor, the number one fierce man in the Immortal Realm, disguised myself as a woman that I haven't used for thousands of years.

I sneaked into a group of celestial fairies and followed them out.

With a flowing long skirt and a beautiful face, but there was always a sense of discordance for some reason.

I touched my beard.

But does it matter? It doesn't matter.

What matters is that I need to escape now, even if my deceased father, the Emperor himself, comes to stop me, he won't be able to stop me.

Those three are shameless indeed, besides setting up numerous restrictions around my palace to prevent me from escaping.

They even managed to prevent me, the immortal consort of the Nine Heavens, from using any spells.

I held a plate in my hand.

The plate had peaches on it.

They were heavy, a thoughtful gesture.

Heaven has its unexpected twists and turns, and humans have their fortune and misfortune.

I looked at the sudden appearance of Yang Shuo Jun - Feng Yi.

That's the guy who keeps clamoring to possess my ally.

I contemplated whether I had a chance to use this peach to smash his head. How much chance of success would I have?

Our eyes met.

His gaze was complicated.

Mine was too.

When my peach was less than three finger-widths away from his forehead.

He grabbed my hand and pressed my head against his shoulder.

Tightly enclosed in his embrace.

A sense of humiliation flooded my whole body.

What a beast! I've maintained my virgin body for thousands of years.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated.

I took a bite on his shoulder.

He grunted, frustrated:

"If you bite again, I'll kill you right here."

I ground my teeth and let go.

He's strong and righteous, and I'm just a weakling with minimal magical abilities now.

If it weren't for the fact that the protective spells in my palace were gradually weakening, I would have been willing to stay undercover for a few more days.

"Yang Shuo Jun, this is..."

"Romantic?"

A very familiar and extremely annoying voice came over.

I instinctively pulled my beard inward, rubbed against Feng Yi's chest, trying not to reveal any bit of it on the outside.

At least I can distinguish between offering myself and sacrificing my life.

The owner of this voice is named Lao He, the God of War who wanted to dig out my heart to make medicinal stew for his precious little lotus flower.

Once my most trusted subordinate, he's now one of the gods I fear meeting the most.

I heard that when this medicinal stew is prepared, the heart must be extracted while still alive, which is quite cruel.

He has been tormenting many dragons and extracting their hearts over the years, but that little lotus flower still hasn't improved, so he turned his attention to me.

Although I tried to convince him that even with so many dragon hearts, if there's still no improvement, it's possible that the medicinal stew itself is not the solution.

But obviously, he didn't believe me.

"What about it, God of War? Do you want to join in?"

Feng Yi's voice was mocking.

In the past, I would have definitely broken his unicorn horn.

But times have changed, so I could only curse under my breath and tighten his belt:

"If you dare to expose me, I'll make sure we go down together."

Lao He couldn't deny it and casually threw out two words:

"Boring."

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, everything turned black, as Feng Yi stuffed me directly into his waist pouch.