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Chapter 139: Three Lives and Three Worlds Peach Blossoms 3

Her eyes sparkled like the brightest stars in the sky. Under Mo Yuan's deep gaze, the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, waiting for some unspeakable intimacy.

Mo Yuan didn't say anything, but just hugged Chu Hua even tighter, as if he wanted to merge her deeply into his body.

Chu Hua's body trembled slightly. She wrapped her arms around Mo Yuan's waist, holding him tightly, feeling his warmth and strength.

Then, Mo Yuan slowly lowered his head and gently kissed Chu Hua's red lips.

The soft touch passed between the two of them, and Chu Huan let out a low moan, as if it was encouragement, and as if it was a release.

Mo Yuan's kiss gradually deepened, and his tongue tip gently probed into Chu Hua's mouth, entangled with her tongue tip.

Chu Hua's body softened in Mo Yuan's arms. She closed her eyes and threw herself into this passionate kiss.

Everything around her seemed to disappear, leaving only her and Mo Yuan, and the love and desire flowing between them.

Gradually, their kiss became more passionate, and Mo Yuan hugged Chu Hua tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

Chu Huan responded to his enthusiasm, her body felt slightly hot and her heartbeat became more rapid.

The kiss lasted for a long time, until both of them were almost out of breath, and Mo Yuan reluctantly left Chu Hua's lips.

They stared at each other, their eyes full of affection and satisfaction.

Chu Huan raised her hand and gently stroked Mo Yuan's face, the blush on her face had not yet faded.

Mo Yuan stared at her, a smile on his face, a hint of mischief flashing in his deep eyes.

Chu Hua's lips still bore the kiss marks left by Mo Yuan, and her face was flushed with shyness. The two looked at each other, their eyes full of affection and satisfaction.

Chu Hua and Mo Yuan's happy time flowed like water, but the conversation between Tianjun and Sang Ji made Sang Ji feel like he fell into an icy cave.

The intention of the Heavenly Lord was by no means a simple marriage, but a step-by-step plan to form an alliance with Qingqiu in order to consolidate his position in the six realms.

As the crown prince of the Celestial Clan, Sang Ji's marriage undoubtedly involves the balance of many forces.

Sang Ji lay on the bed, closed his eyes, but could not fall asleep. His heart was a mess, tangled and painful.

All kinds of possibilities formed in his mind, and each thought was like an invisible rein, tightly entangling him.

The conversation between his father and Mo Yuan today kept echoing in his ears, and the hidden meaning in it made him feel uneasy.

He was well aware of the significance of his status as the Crown Prince of the Celestial Clan. His father must have already planned this matter, which was why he was so firm and spoke in an official tone.

He tossed and turned, unable to calm the excitement in his heart, and a series of questions lingered in his mind.

The next day, Sang Ji did not get up at the usual time. His dreams were all about the girl under the peach tree and the sound of gurgling water. A sense of loneliness and melancholy appeared on his face.

The repetitive scenes in his dream were woven like a fine ink painting, making him dizzy.

Sang Ji finally made up his mind and decided to confront his father face to face.

Sang Ji closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He imagined standing in front of his father and how he could clearly express his position.

When he stepped into the Tianjun Palace, Sang Ji's right hand clenched slightly, with a touch of firmness and determination.

Tianjun's eyes swept over Sang Ji, with a barely perceptible expectation between his brows, "Sang Ji, what brings you to see me in such a hurry?"

Sang Ji took a deep breath. He knew that he could not avoid or retreat this time. "Father, I have something to report to you."

The Heavenly Lord sat still, waiting for Sang Ji's next words.

Sang Ji's heartbeat roared in his ears. His voice was clear and firm. "Father, I don't agree with what you said to me last night. I hope my Crown Princess is someone I really like. Besides, Qingqiu Bai Qian is too strong and powerful. I don't think the Celestial Clan has the confidence to let her be my Crown Princess."

The Heavenly Monarch's gaze became deeper and more oppressive.

"Sang Ji, the marriage between the Celestial Clan and Qingqiu is related to the stability of the six realms. This is only for our common interests."

Sang Ji straightened his body; he was prepared.

"Father, common interests also require a bond of mutual affection to be truly solid. If you force your child to marry, then this alliance will inherently be flawed."

The Heavenly Lord stared at Sang Ji, his powerful majesty seemed to lower the temperature in the palace. "Sang Ji, as a monarch, the most taboo thing is to act on emotion! As the crown prince of the Heavenly Clan, every decision you make is not only about yourself, but also about the fate of the entire Heavenly Clan. You openly challenged the marriage between the Heavenly Clan and Qingqiu? Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

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Sang Ji finally had to succumb to the tyranny of the Emperor of Heaven, but his heart was filled with resentment and anger.

He knew very well that as the crown prince of the Celestial Clan, every step he took represented the interests of his family and the entire Celestial Clan, but he could never accept this forced marriage in his heart.

Moreover, as far as he knew, Bai Qian seemed very reluctant. She had stayed indoors ever since her father sent people to the Ten-mile Peach Forest to invite the Supreme God Zheyan to propose marriage.

What a humiliation!

Faced with his father's oppression and the demands of the entire political situation, he felt like a controlled chess piece, unable to act according to his own wishes.

Sang Ji was sent to Qingqiu by the Heavenly Emperor. It was like a heavy rock lying on his heart, pressing him so hard that he could hardly raise his head.

He didn't want to go, and he didn't want to see Bai Qian, but as the crown prince of the Celestial Clan, he had no choice.

My father's orders are like inscriptions carved on a stone tablet and must not be disobeyed.

On the way to Qingqiu, Sang Ji felt a complicated mood. He thought of the girl in his dream, the one who really moved him.

His heart was filled with resistance, and his mind was swirling about what kind of changes this marriage, which went against everyone's opinion, would bring to the six realms, and what his own fate would be.

Near Qingqiu, there was a sea of ​​flowers, peach blossoms set against the clear river water, and the vast peach forest unfolded before Sang Ji's eyes like a flowing scroll.

The familiar yet unfamiliar scent of peach blossoms evoked Sang Ji's infinite nostalgia for the girl under the peach tree.

The few days they spent together were not pleasant. Bai Qian seemed indifferent to his arrival, and could even be said to be hostile.

Every time he tried to make contact, Sang Ji could sense the hidden disgust and resentment. He could sense that Bai Qian was not much more willing than he was.

Mo Yuan and Chu Huanle were unaware of Bai Qian and Sang Ji's engagement, and even less aware of the turmoil in the Celestial Clan. They lived a life in the mortal world, envying the mandarin ducks and not the immortals.

These days, Chu Hua's swordsmanship has improved a lot. It seems that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is unique to her, and every time she swings her sword, there are some subtle changes.