Thinking this, An Jing looked at her husband, "Husband, let’s go up, to save him the trouble of coming down."
Xiao Changyi, unmoving as a mountain, still stood in his place, "He needs to come down."
As soon as the Emperor of Xiyun stepped down, he cheerfully ran up to Xiao Changyi. He didn’t look at An Jing but instead hugged Xiao Changyi’s waist and tried to lift him up. Unfortunately, after three attempts, he couldn’t lift Xiao Changyi, who remained as steady as Mount Tai on the ground.
Only then did the Emperor of Xiyun give up, withdrew his hands, and said to Xiao Changyi with a laugh, "Yi Er, I really can’t lift you anymore."
Changyi glanced sideways, "Knowing full well you couldn’t lift me, why did you try?"
The Emperor of Xiyun wasn’t angry at all and still laughed, "How could I know if I didn’t try whether I could still lift you."
Changyi continued to glance sideways, "Admitting you’re old and lacking strength now won’t make anyone laugh at you," he paused, "except me."
The Emperor of Xiyun: "..."
An Jing: "..." Her husband was definitely a conversation killer... the sky itself could be talked to death by him...
After a moment of silence, the Emperor of Xiyun said sentimentally, "Back in the day, I could lift you too, don’t forget, I even threw you once, lifting you to do it. It was even a shoulder throw."
Xiao Changyi looked even more disdainful, "If it weren’t for you asking me to cooperate with you, so that you could show off in front of the soldiers that you weren’t old and had plenty of strength, would I have let you throw me over your shoulder?"
The Emperor of Xiyun: "..."
Changyi snorted, "Even if I did cooperate, you threw me, but you ended up diving into the ground yourself."
An Jing: "..." She had to hold it in! She couldn’t laugh! She absolutely couldn’t laugh! Standing in front of her was the Monarch!
The old face of the Emperor of Xiyun instantly flushed red, and he retorted, "That was so many years ago, how can you have the nerve to remember it so clearly!"
Changyi glanced sideways again, "Would I remember so clearly if you didn’t keep bringing it up?"
The Emperor of Xiyun was momentarily speechless.
While An Jing continued to hold back laughter, she noticed something. That was, her husband talked quite a bit more when he met this Emperor of Xiyun. However, it was all about bantering with the Emperor of Xiyun. And she found it quite delightful.
After a while, the Emperor of Xiyun sighed, "You really haven’t changed at all, not sparing me any face or respect."
Xiao Changyi said nothing.
An Jing secretly laughed in her heart.
Seeing that Xiao Changyi did not respond to him, the Emperor of Xiyun then turned to look at An Jing. His face did not hold the same teasing smile as with Changyi, but instead, it carried a shallow smile full of imperial majesty.
"You must be Yi Er’s wife," the Emperor of Xiyun’s tone was questioning but affirmed in sentence structure.
An Jing did not want to kneel in her heart; she would kneel to heaven, to the earth, to her parents, to her grandparents, but no one else did she want to, nor would she kneel to, but in this situation, it wouldn’t look good for her not to.
Clenching her teeth, An Jing was about to kneel, "Civilian Woman An Jing pays her respect to—"
But the Emperor of Xiyun did not let her kneel, "You need not kneel to me, nor in the future. I heard from Chengyu that when you were about to kneel to him, Yi Er actually lost his temper at him."
"Thank you, Father Emperor." An Jing took the opportunity to indeed not kneel.
However, she was quite surprised at how favored Xiao Changyi was by the Emperor of Xiyun. Not only could she herself avoid kneeling, but the Emperor even exempted her from it.
Seeing An Jing’s composed and graceful demeanor, not showing any shyness, standing beside his Yi Er, they matched quite well. The Emperor of Xiyun felt even more pleased with An Jing.