547. I Will Marry You

Three days later.

Under Bibi Dong’s coercion, Qian Renjue had spent a few days doing hard labor at the Pope’s Palace.

Finally, he regained his freedom.

At the back of Blue Tyrant Academy, within a quiet forest, a gentle stream flowed.

Crossing a wooden bridge led to the residence of their academy’s dean.

Several elegant wooden cabins were arranged in a circle.

Across from them was a crystal-clear lake, its surface rippling gently as fish occasionally peeked out.

Snow Empress stood alone at the lakeside, gazing into the distance.

A gentle voice sounded beside her.

"Miss Snow Empress, feel free to take a walk."

Ling Yuan stood with her arms crossed, leaning against a tree trunk behind Snow Empress, keeping an eye on her.

"It won’t be boring."

"Waiting for Qian Renjue won’t be boring."

Snow Empress shook her head calmly, her words making Ling Yuan pause slightly.

Then, she couldn't help but smile.

The Holy Son’s charm was becoming more and more exceptional.

A soft breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, mixed with a faint ink-like aroma.

Inside the fenced courtyard, in Liu Erlong’s residence—

At some point, numerous clotheslines had been strung up, crisscrossing the yard.

But instead of clothes, they held vibrant sheets of rice paper—some with drawings, some with writings, all numbered.

Bathed in the warm sunlight, the scent of ink filled the air.

It added a scholarly atmosphere to the wooden house nestled within nature.

At the center, on a hanging chair—

Qian Renjue leaned back with his arms spread out, enjoying the perfect warmth of the sunlight.

His golden hair draped loosely over his shoulders, effortlessly exuding nobility.

The white silk robe he wore was soft and well-fitted.

His tall, slender figure was not overly muscular, but it still carried an imposing presence.

His amethyst eyes were bright, his nose straight, his lips red, and his teeth white.

From any angle, there seemed to be no flaws.

A gentle smile lingered on his face.

He was looking at a stack of handmade "comics" resting on his lap.

As he finished reading, he casually let them float onto a softer, more delicate pair of legs beside him.

A jade-like hand reached out to press them down.

Next to him, in his embrace, lay a beautiful and elegant woman.

She appeared no older than thirty.

Her face was rosy, her features exquisite, her brows carrying both grace and determination.

The sorrow of her past had long faded, leaving only deep contentment.

She wore a simple black dress.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down, intertwining with his golden strands.

Beneath the modest fabric was a figure most women could only dream of.

Even lying on her side in Qian Renjue’s arms, her voluptuous curves were impossible to conceal.

Her waist was round and supple, soft like a ripe summer peach.

Every inch of her body exuded mature, seductive charm.

Such an exquisite figure—

Only Qian Renjue’s warmth could embrace it, savoring its softness.

Occasionally, when she shifted slightly, it was like rippling spring water—hard to grasp.

The warmth would gradually rise, accompanied by delicate tremors.

She was utterly irresistible.

"Ah Jue~ Will you stay for lunch?"

Liu Erlong’s voice was soft and melodious. She picked a cherry from a fruit platter and brought it to Qian Renjue’s lips.

Her black pearl-like eyes fixated on his side profile.

"Ling Yuan and the others are still waiting for me."

Qian Renjue’s large hand wandered as he lowered his head with a smile, taking the fruit along with her slender fingers.

"That’s okay. Ah Jue can invite them over too."

Liu Erlong gently shook her head. She placed the fruit platter on her lap, pinning down the drawings, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She gazed at him, entranced.

"I don’t mind~"

As she finished speaking, her luscious red lips parted slightly—

She leaned in and kissed him softly.

Stealing the sweetness she had failed to claim in secret countless times before—

Now, she could indulge in it freely.

Qian Renjue responded with gentle tenderness, savoring the moment.



The cherry pit had already been skillfully taken away by the passionate dragon lady, rolling off her delicate lips and landing to the side.

"Heh~ Then I’ll ask them later. They should agree."

Qian Renjue chuckled, placing a soft kiss at the corner of Liu Erlong’s eye.

"Mhm, I’ll start preparing in a bit."

Liu Erlong’s face was full of joy as she nestled back into Qian Renjue’s embrace, her expression content and filled with deep affection.

"Once you finish reading our shared memories, I’ll go."

"Mmm~ As long as it doesn’t interfere with your cultivation."

Qian Renjue nodded slightly, holding Liu Erlong’s waist and hips while continuing to read the illustrations.

"It won’t."

Liu Erlong shook her head gently. Her voice, eyes, and heart were filled with pure devotion.

"I’ve always listened to you~"

"Even when you’re not around, I train seriously every day. With that torso bone, I’ve already reached level 86 Soul Douluo."

"That’s not bad."

Qian Renjue commented casually, making Liu Erlong roll her eyes.

Her progress was obviously impressive!

Who would even dare to compare their cultivation speed with Ah Jue?

"By the way... Erlong, you’re not lying to me, are you? In your dream, did I really say I would marry you?"

Qian Renjue tapped on the last page of the illustration, his tone somewhat skeptical.

"Huh?"

Liu Erlong focused on the page, her beautiful eyes trembling slightly. Her face turned red as she hurriedly replied:

"I-I swear, it’s true!"

She bit her lips, kept her head down, and insisted firmly.

"???"

Qian Renjue was baffled.

He almost thought he had misremembered, but after double-checking his memories, it didn’t seem like he had ever said that.

Lifting a hand, he gently stroked her hair and spoke softly.

"Erlong, look at me."

"Mhm~"

Liu Erlong pressed her lips together, responding softly as she lifted her gaze to meet his.

Her face was flushed, and she looked a bit uneasy—guilty, even.

"Haha."

Hearing Qian Renjue’s chuckle, Liu Erlong’s heart tightened. She clenched her fists.

She was about to confess everything—

"Don’t worry."

Qian Renjue smiled as he placed the final illustration on her lap, then reached up to pinch her cheek.

"I’ll find a time to bring you home as my wife."

"…"

Liu Erlong was stunned. Her parted lips slowly closed as she nodded in delight.

"Mmm~ No matter how long it takes, I’ll wait!"

"It won’t be too long."

Qian Renjue leaned in with a smile, pressing a lingering kiss onto her soft, warm lips.

"Mmm~"

As he pressed against her, Liu Erlong let out a delicate sound.

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"Alright, time to go prepare lunch. Do you need my help?"

Having stolen enough affection, Qian Renjue finally let go.

"No need."

Liu Erlong, still in a dreamy daze, straightened Qian Renjue’s collar before getting up.

She carefully held the stack of illustrated pages as if they were a priceless treasure.

"I’ll bind these first, then start drawing the next set."

"Am I not enough for you?"

Qian Renjue sighed in exasperation.

He didn’t really want Liu Erlong to go through so much trouble, especially since he actually remembered everything already.

"It’s different. Ah Jue is, of course, the best~"

Liu Erlong lowered her head and whispered, shaking it gently.

She had shattered the Memory Pearl, causing Ah Jue to lose his memories.

It was only right that she made up for it in her own way.

"…"

Qian Renjue fell silent, watching her without knowing how to respond.

"Ah Jue~"

Liu Erlong looked up at him, calling his name softly.

"Hmm? What is it?"

Qian Renjue remained seated on the hanging chair, waiting for her next words.