The Eternal Phoenix Queen

Eps. 90: Not Enough

Yongheng had trouble bringing Feng Shang along because the woman kept rebelling. He was only able to lay her down after a long time of effort. Luckily no human servants saw them, or they would be laughed at tomorrow. Feng Shang was put to sleep in a small bed that only fit for two people, made of soft fine silk.

"Fish! Yue Ming must have been upset that the fish had been left behind!" racau Feng Shang's. The woman's cheeks were very red, but her eyes occasionally closed and her head shook a few times.

"The fish has returned to the lake. They could die if they stay on land."

Feng Shang was in a drunken state vaguely looking at the shadow of the face of Shen Yi, the man who had long since disappeared from his life. Feng Shang stopped rebelling, then held onto Yongheng's hand tightly as if it would come off and disappear when he loosened it. His glaring eyes implied a sadness that only Yongheng could see, leaving the man stunned.

Yongheng wanted to know why Feng Shang had suddenly stopped. Her pretty eyes but my heart made her like a pinch, sick but not bleeding. The atmosphere suddenly turned erratic, there was only a heartbeat and silence around which accompanied, accompanied by scenes of mutual gazing between Yongheng and Feng Shang.

"Shen Yi's....Is that you?" asked Feng Shang Lirih. Yongheng surprised.

"Ah, I must have been drinking too much to hallucinate" he added.

Feng Shang let go of Yongheng's hand, resisting being disappointed that he might be hallucinating. Somehow Feng Shang imagined the times in that world, the times when he became an arrogant but rich modern man. Feng Shang's memories were filled with his moment of togetherness with Shen Yi, when the man scolded him for messing up the house, looking for him when he was lost and kidnapped, protecting him from Xiang Sun, and much more.

It all made his heart ache even more. Who would have thought that the taste he had buried for so long was now growing like it was in spring, making him fragile and looking like a crybaby mortal. At a time like this, someone saw it. Usually he would soak in the pond or go play with the mountain god until his mood improved. But, this is mortal nature. Nature that not even a sacred place exists.

Yongheng held Feng Shang's hand, then hugged him tightly. His heart hurts too. How great a sacrifice this woman made to resurrect her. His memories as Shen Yi also continued to overshadow him. Yongheng sometimes felt angry because back then Feng Shang had always made his own decisions. He was also fed up because his heart never wanted to forget Feng Shang despite being separated five hundred years ago.

They are both selfish.

"It's me, Xiao Shang" Yongheng said.

"Shen Yi's...Fucking guy! How dare you forget me!" racau Feng Shang's. Yongheng felt that something wet was on his shoulders. Ah, it turned out that Feng Shang was crying.

"You made that decision without my consent. Then how can I be blamed for this?"

"The devil! He forced me! I should have used my soul core, not raised you and made you disappear."

"So you just regretted it?"

Feng Shang shook his head. Yes or no, he doesn't know either.

"Why are you crying?"

"Since this is just a dream, you can express what you want to say. Xiao Shang, don't you owe me a lot of explanation?" ask Yongheng.

Feng Shang took off Yongheng's embrace, then looked at the man with tears that had not dried up. The feeling is mixed, between sad and happy mixed into one like bread dough. He's right, it's just a dream. Rarely did Shen Yi come to her dream, and this was a rare moment. Feng Shang did owe him a lot of explanation. Maybe it's time he explained it one by one.

"I...Have no choice. You know, the earth was in danger. The world is too important to be left destroyed in the hands of Demon Xiang Sun."

"So you sacrificed me to resurrect another me?"

"I don't have a choice."

Yongheng imagined how painful this woman would be when she resurrected her. Under the glass roof above which revolved the gigantic phoenix formation, Feng Shang must have been a little difficult. Awakening a god, let alone a great god required great power. It must have been hard for him to struggle alone in the middle of an entirely foreign world. There, other than the Demon King, only himself knew that there was a spiritual power controlling human life.

Yongheng only remembered that he was asleep, then woke up when his divine consciousness came back to life. Yongheng's heart was torn to shreds when he imagined this woman crying silently, quietly shedding her tears as he had to raise her up for the sake of the world. Yongheng was not strong, he asked Feng Shang to stop telling stories.

"That's enough, Xiao Shang. Explain that when you meet me in reality later," he said. Yongheng held onto Feng Shangs shoulder, trying to calm him down. Feng Shang hugged him back.

If an object called a cell phone existed in this mortal realm, Yongheng was eager to record this unexpected moment and show it to Feng Shang. After realizing it, this woman will definitely forget and return to her cold and gluttonous war. If shown, Yongheng could not imagine how cute his embarrassed face was and tried to deny it. But, it's good too. Yongheng could keep it in his heart. That will last longer than a cell phone recording.

Yongheng then touched Feng Shang's shoulder, draining the spiritual power of sleeping magic. Feng Shang instantly fell asleep in Yongheng's arms. His body was then laid down and covered with a blanket. After making sure Feng Shang slept in a comfortable position, Yongheng turned to the chair. He tried to read human books to drive away boredom, because he was not at all sleepy.

However, over time the drowsiness came attacking him. What people say is true, reading a book can make a person fall asleep faster. Yongheng leaned his head on the table, making some books as a cushion. Silent. The palace was silent, as silent as the East Sea when Yongheng was wiped out in ancient times.

Almost early in the morning, Yongheng suddenly woke up to a glint of light that dazzled the eyes. His eyes opened wide when he saw the scene in front of him. In the air, several birds made of colorful cloth flew around, circling the room. Beneath him, Feng Shang was spinning another silk cloth, shaping it into various kinds of animals and draining spiritual power, making them living puppets.

Yongheng sighed. She thought she was conscious and back to normal, but she wasn't. The drunk Feng Shang was extremely not careful. It was only early in the morning, but he could have woken up the entire palace occupants due to his behavior.

"Not enough?"

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...Duh, the drunken Maharani is. Anyone want to go with Feng Shang? Who knows, back and forth to be a master damang! ...