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Lin Qingmo and Ao Yan found a small island adorned with palm trees. Between two of the trees, Lin Qingmo tied a rope and hung the marinated chicken, duck, fish, and meat to dry. Although it was nearly autumn and the heat had subsided, the midday sun still blazed fiercely. Typically, marinating food was done in winter when the cold weather prevented spoilage. However, the temperature underwater was relatively cool, aided by treasures encased in a millennium of ice, which kept the food from going bad or attracting maggots. Ao Yan had initially planned to command the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals to build a house on the island, but Lin Qingmo stopped him. Only Ao Yan would go to such lengths for a few pieces of marinated meat. Knowing Lin Qingmo's frugality well, Ao Yan decided against it to win his favor.
Nestled in a makeshift shelter made of palm leaves and coral, Ao Yan rested his head on Lin Qingmo's thigh for an afternoon nap. Not far away, under the shade of another palm tree, Xi'er sat with a flower scarf tied around its head. The sea breeze ruffled its feathers while its long eyelashes fluttered upward. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, it clutched a small stick and drew circles in the sand. In a moment of mischief, it sketched a pair of voluptuous breasts that looked round and plump like freshly steamed buns. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, it felt guilty and quickly erased the drawing.
Lin Qingmo gazed at the row of meats hanging from the rope, heavy enough to bend it downwards. The legs of the chicken and duck swayed gently in the sea breeze. His legs had gone numb, but he dared not move. Watching Ao Yan, who had grown so much since childhood that he worried about leaving deep impressions on the stone floor with each step he took back then, brought back memories. He remembered those days when he would help comb Ao Yan's hair while he slept, only to be wrapped up by Turtle Prime Minister in a little quilt later on. In the blink of an eye, Ao Yan had transformed completely.
Ao Yan murmured something in his sleep; Lin Qingmo caught snippets of it: "Wife, don't leave me!" The gentle sea breeze felt like a spell cast upon him, making him drowsy as well. He found himself responding softly, "I won't leave! I won't leave!"
Two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chakravartin and Fox King arrived bearing gifts. They appeared like refined playboys—flirtatious yet respectful—always proclaiming their conduct was questionable but never harmful to good women or coercive in nature. Ao Yan racked his brain trying to decipher what they meant by "the three points of ecstasy." After experiencing extreme pleasure once, any attempt at intimacy with Lin Qingmo now resulted in cries of pain from him. Their intimate moments had shifted from being enjoyable to non-existent; Ao Yan couldn't tell if he hated those two men or should thank them for that unforgettable experience.
As Mid-Autumn approached, even Third Princess Ao Bi, who loved to roam freely outside the palace all day long, settled down somewhat.
Lin Qingmo was busy preparing food—chopping chickens and ducks—uncertain how many guests would arrive; everything needed to be ready ahead of time. The cooks in Dragon Palace were unfamiliar with marinating food; every step from killing to marinating to cooking required Lin Qingmo’s direct involvement. Fortunately, he was accustomed to cooking at home and excelled at it. As he worked tirelessly, he felt as if he were still at home; calling out "Mother" might summon her from outside into the kitchen.
A new guest arrived at Dragon Palace riding a large yellow duck alongside an enormous rooster—both towering over Lin Qingmo and startling him. The newcomer had a peach-shaped face that was slightly darkened; he appeared to be around Ao Yan's age with solid black eyes that seemed heavy with substance. Dressed in black with gold-trimmed sleeves, his outfit obscured any intricate patterns due to its dark color. He seemed shy and reserved as if it were his first visit.
Ao Yan was thrilled upon seeing him and hugged him tightly while calling out: "Xiao Lang! Xiao Lang!" Chakravartin and Fox King surrounded them with smiles. Ao Yan took Xiao Lang’s hand and brought him before Lin Qingmo for introductions: "This is our sworn brother Xiao Lang—also known as Wolf King—and this is my wife Lin Qingmo." Wolf King flashed Lin Qingmo a slight smile that drew everyone's attention but carried an air of mischief.
Ao Bi was a fiery and capable woman who acted decisively. Today she had traded her usual practical attire for a flowing water-red gauze dress that showcased her meticulous grooming; her makeup was bolder than usual. Normally wishing she could be more masculine for ease in her tasks, today she yearned to be the most graceful woman in the world with the softest waist and most enchanting smile. Her usually resolute eyes now sparkled with warmth that could drown anyone who gazed too long into them—but they were too small for more than one person at a time.
Finding an excuse to attend to her mount—the large duck—she left Wolf King behind while Great White—the rooster accompanying Fox King—had come along because Fox King missed him after not seeing him for some time.
Lin Qingmo worked tirelessly throughout the day as Mid-Autumn Festival approached; all four kitchens were bustling with activity as they prepared various delicacies for their guests. Although they were guests in name, they felt more like family; Fox King and his companions shared a close bond with Ao Yan and enjoyed each other's company during these festive days. With no intimate moments lately between him and Ao Yan—who returned late every night—they still embraced each other while sleeping together.
In contrast to earlier times when Dragon Palace felt empty with just the two of them sharing every detail of their day-to-day lives clearly in memory, now that more people filled their space with numerous activities happening around them, Lin Qingmo felt somewhat lost amidst it all—and so did Ao Yan.
Xi'er showed great consideration by using a small mallet to massage Lin Qingmo's shoulders while asking if it hurt or if he preferred lighter or heavier pressure. After a while, Xi'er leaned closer and whispered into Lin Qingmo's ear: "Qingmo, does the prince treat you well?" Lin Qingmo nodded with a smile: "Of course! Why do you ask?"
Xi'er replied: "You've always wanted to go home for a visit; I have an idea that will please you while also repaying the prince for his kindness—a win-win situation! If you charm him well enough, your return home will be just around the corner." Upon hearing "go home," Lin Qingmo immediately asked without hesitation: "What’s your idea?"
Xi'er whispered its plan into Lin Qingmo's ear; as it spoke, Lin Qingmo frowned slightly until Xi'er finished explaining. With a wry smile, he said: "How can this work? I... I feel embarrassed." Xi'er sighed: "What's so difficult about it? It's not like you're facing life-threatening danger! Do you still want to visit home?" The thought of going home was too tempting for Lin Qingmo; after some hesitation, he finally resolved: "Alright! Let’s do it."
Xi'er cheered loudly: "That's more like it!" It resumed its shoulder massage enthusiastically before recalling something else aloud: "That woman will definitely show up uninvited again on Mid-Autumn night! A girl should know some shame; her face is so thick—I just want to take a dump on her!"
Lin Qingmo asked: "What are you talking about?"
Xi'er shook its head: "Nothing much! Just remember to perform well on Mid-Autumn night; I’ll be here for you—don’t worry! Together we’ll make that shameless woman furious." Exhausted from everything happening around him, Lin Qingmo drifted off into sleep while vaguely hearing Xi'er’s words.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Old Dragon King visited the Heavenly Palace. The Queen Mother was particularly fond of lively gatherings, and during festivals, she would go to great lengths to host banquets. All the gods, regardless of their rank or popularity, were invited. Fortunately, the Heavenly Palace was vast, but it was still crowded with people, resembling swarms of ants. In contrast to the bustling atmosphere of the Heavenly Palace, Ao Yan's gathering felt more like a small family affair. Out of his six cousins, only two had come; the other four were on duty at the Heavenly Palace.
Around noon, two female guests arrived, both strikingly beautiful. However, Ao Yan and the others were surprised by their presence. One of them, dressed in a pink and white gauzy robe, was quite poised and unfazed by the apparent lack of welcome. She approached Ao Yan and presented him with a large gift box. "I hope the Eighth Prince won't mind my uninvited arrival," she said. Before Ao Yan could respond, Fox King stepped forward and interjected, "A guest is always welcome; not only are you a guest but a distinguished one as well. The Plum Blossom Fairy, favored by the Queen Mother, gracing us with her presence is an honor for Xiao Ba and all of us." After his diplomatic remarks laced with subtle jabs, Fox King made way for Plum Blossom Fairy and her companion, Monthly Rose Fairy, to enter the hall.
Lin Qingmo was busy attending to guests inside and out. Upon seeing more visitors arrive, he personally brought out fresh fruits. Xi'er followed closely behind him and upon spotting Plum Blossom Fairy began muttering under her breath in annoyance. Lin Qingmo placed the fruit platter before the two ladies with a smile. "Please enjoy, ladies. If our hospitality falls short, I hope you will forgive us." After stepping aside, two Clam Spirit maids followed him in with a pot of tea. One maid poured tea into delicate cups adorned with purple flowers on white porcelain. Plum Blossom Fairy lifted her cup with elegantly manicured fingers and took a sip while casting a glance at Lin Qingmo. Her large almond-shaped eyes had an upward tilt that gave her an intimidating yet beautiful appearance; her haughty demeanor made her seem aloof. She cradled a snow-white rabbit in her arms and gently stroked its back after setting down her cup.
The little rabbit suddenly darted away, prompting Xi'er to chase after it. Plum Blossom Fairy turned to Monthly Rose Fairy beside her and remarked, "You must tell the Eighth Prince later that this one here is the best at her job among all the attendants in Dragon Palace." She shot another glance at Lin Qingmo as if implying he was included in that statement. Sitting there lazily like a pampered lady issuing commands made it seem as though she were the true mistress of Dragon Palace. One maid standing nearby corrected her gently: "Fairy, you are mistaken; he is our Eighth Prince Consort, not just any attendant or maid. You mustn't let this reach the ears of the Eighth Prince." Plum Blossom Fairy's expression stiffened momentarily before annoyance flickered across her face. While it was one thing to be mocked by someone as prominent as Fox King, it was another for a mere maid to speak so boldly to her. Yet she managed to suppress her anger without reacting further. Lin Qingmo felt embarrassed and seized an opportunity to slip away.
Xi'er searched high and low until she finally found the plump white rabbit under a floral arch set up by Oleander in the back hall. She muttered softly to herself, "With such short legs, how can it run so fast? So fat yet still eating—doesn't it fear bursting?" The little rabbit sat obediently on a red lacquered round stool beneath a similarly colored table where a box of pastries lay; it held a piece in its paws and nibbled away while bending over slightly. Xi'er squinted her eyes and continued muttering under her breath: "Eating again—look at that greedy expression! A rabbit raised by such a cheap woman can’t be anything but lowly." But as she approached the rabbit, her expression changed instantly into one of delight. "Oh my! Where did such a beautiful rabbit come from? With you here, our Dragon Palace shines brighter than any luminous pearl!" Startled by this unexpected visitor, the little rabbit paused for a moment before continuing to nibble on its pastry and softly replied, "Thank you!"
Xi'er fluttered her long lashes playfully at the rabbit before gracefully landing on another round stool nearby with legs crossed and wings wrapped around her knees. "What’s your name? It wouldn’t happen to be Zhu (Pig) Rabbit now would it?" The little rabbit appeared somewhat dazed and slow to respond; perhaps its brain was too occupied with food to react quickly. After some time processing Xi'er’s words, it finally looked up in confusion and replied slowly, "No... of course not! My name is Dodder Princess." Xi'er sighed inwardly as she rested one wing on the table supporting her chin while leaning forward slightly; even from this angle, she could see that the plump rabbit hadn’t lost any weight.
Suddenly, Xi'er slapped Dodder Princess on the head with hidden magical force behind her wing as if concealing a brick within it. Dodder Princess tumbled off the stool along with the pastry box spilling its contents everywhere. Xi'er feigned concern: "Oh dear! Are you alright? I just saw a fat-legged mosquito perched on your head and wanted to help you swat it away! But really now—Dodder Princess—you’re so chubby that flies and mosquitoes are bound to swarm around you." As she reached out to help Dodder Princess up from where he had fallen disoriented with dark spots dancing before his eyes—a large purple bump forming on his forehead—he struggled to regain his balance.
Xi'er turned away stifling laughter but then feigned deep remorse: "It’s all my fault! I didn’t consider that you’re a female rabbit; I might have hit too hard." Dodder Princess slowly regained composure but stared back at Xi'er with red-rimmed eyes that hinted at tears unshed; he looked pitifully at Xi'er who felt guilty for bullying someone weaker and slower-witted than herself. Dodder Princess insisted defensively: "I’m not female; I’m male!" Just as those words left his mouth, he let out an ear-piercing scream—his robust body allowed for quite an impressive volume—shaking Dragon Palace itself: “Fairy! Fairy! Come quick! A nasty bird is bullying me!”
"You filthy creature! You pig rabbit..." Xi'er fumed angrily as her face turned crimson with rage upon hearing such insults hurled at her by Dodder Princess. Not expecting such audacity from someone so rotund yet foolishly loud-mouthed—she couldn’t care less about anything else now; extending her claws toward Dodder Princess she unleashed a swift strike known as “Foshan Shadowless Claw,” sending him tumbling over once again—his head colliding against the wooden stool with a loud thud resulting in yet another purple bump forming on his forehead. Hearing that delightful sound made Xi'er finally flap her wings in satisfaction before turning around to sneak away.
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