Ping Xin gently said, "Nuwa forcibly demands; I certainly won’t act like her."
Bai Jin heaved a sigh of relief, quickly flattering her: "Your grace is merciful! In this disciple’s heart, Your Grace is the kindest being in the Three Realms, an eternal goddess in this disciple’s heart, Your Grace’s glory shines upon the Three Realms."
"Then, are you willing to offer it to me willingly?" Ping Xin smiled gently, looking tenderly at Bai Jin.
Gah~ Bai Jin was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Ping Xin.
"Bai Jin, what are you looking at?"
Suddenly, Bai Jin came back to his senses, saying subconsciously, "I see that Your Grace is incomparably beautiful."
Ping Xin flicked Bai Jin’s head with her hand and chuckled, "Smooth talker! Now tell me, are you willing or not?"
Bai Jin struggled to squeeze out a brilliant smile, saying, "This disciple is indeed most willing! It is this disciple’s utmost honor."
Ping Xin smiled and said, "But remember, you are giving it to me willingly; I am not forcing you!"
"Your Grace speaks truly, it indeed is out of the disciple’s own volition, from the depths of my heart."
Ping Xin said contentedly, "Hmm! Go back and prepare it!"
Bai Jin stood up and bowed, saying, "This disciple takes his leave!" He walked out of the great hall, and after stepping out, he disappeared into a black hole.
Ping Xin tossed six orbs in her hand, chuckled, and threw the orbs directly, which fused into the Underworld.
In front of the Heavenly Court Bird’s Nest, Bai Jin’s figure suddenly rose from the ground, standing before a hall filled with bird songs and fragrances, feeling helpless—after all, I am the mighty Heavenly Emperor, when did I become a tailor? But that is for the goddess, what can I do!
Bai Jin sighed in his heart, continuing towards the lounge chair, even if the goddess has tasks, they would have to wait until I wake up.
Just as Bai Jin lay down on the lounge chair, a multicolored whirlpool suddenly emerged beneath him. His eyes popped open in astonishment, and he fell into the whirlpool, disappearing without a trace, leaving only his long scream echoing around the Bird’s Nest.
Inside Chaos at Wa Emperor Heaven, Nuwa lounged comfortably in a pavilion, holding a serene bamboo fishing rod, fishing in Chaos with a black whip beside her.
Suddenly, a whirlpool formed above the pond, and a figure fell through it, splashing a huge amount of water, causing the fish in the pond to leap out of the surface in surprise.
Bai Jin burst out of the pond, spinning in the air as water droplets scattered around like a curtain of rain, all falling back into the pond.
Bai Jin flew into the pavilion, bowed with clasped hands, and respectfully said, "Disciple greets Your Grace, wishing you fortune and longevity, and the Saint Dao be with you."
Bai Jin got up, his eyes brightening, he spoke sincerely, "Your Grace, you’ve changed!"
"Oh! Tell me, what has changed?"
"Your Grace, you’ve become more commanding! With this scene, I am inspired to write a poem especially for Your Grace."
"A poem written just for me?"
"Yes, I will write poetry only for Your Grace throughout the entire Chaos."
Nuwa showed a hint of a smile, "Let me hear it; I am quite curious about your poem."
Bai Jin took a couple of steps, stopped, and shook his head as he recited, "In Chaos, I worship the Holy Mother; with one hand, she established the pillars of Heaven and Earth.
Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang split, among the Five Saints, I stand alone with the Yin."
Bai Jin grinned, seeking approval, "Your Grace, how is this poem?"
Nuwa smiled and said, "It’s just a casual rhyme, not really a poem."
"Your Majesty, don’t you feel the rich emotions contained in my poem?
My Master once said that the beauty of poetic words in this world is just moaning without illness; it’s the rich emotions that make a truly good poem.
This poem contains my infinite reverence for Your Majesty, how is it not a good poem?"
Nuwa glanced sideways at Bai Jin and helplessly said, "If you say it’s a poem, then let it be! But don’t spread it around, I can’t afford to lose face."
"Don’t worry, absolutely not, this poem is for Your Majesty only, I won’t tell anyone else."
Nuwa put down the rod in her hand and looked at Bai Jin, saying with a hint of unkindness, "I heard you make bags."
Staring at Bai Jin, she continued, "And you even gave ’a thousand’ to Ping Xin? How generous! Are you close with Ping Xin?"
A bad feeling rose in Bai Jin’s heart, I just agreed to make a thousand bags for Ping Xin and Nuwa already knows about it, could they have communicated with each other? But it doesn’t quite look like it from Ping Xin!
Various thoughts flashed through Bai Jin’s mind, and he immediately ran over and sat on the ground below, hugging Nuwa’s legs and crying, "Your Majesty, my life is so miserable!"
Nuwa was taken aback; she had thought Bai Jin would come up with various excuses or even kneel to plead, but what was this sudden complaining?
Nuwa’s curiosity was piqued, and she asked, "What’s the matter exactly? Tell me your grievances."
While sobbing, Bai Jin said, "Your Majesty, I, as the Emperor of one side and one of the leading figures among the third generation disciples of Mysterious Sect, am just because I unknowingly offended Ping Xin. She actually punished me to weave bags for her, with the strict condition that I must weave them myself and not do it by proxy.
Your Majesty, isn’t Ping Xin bullying me? A total of a thousand pieces! I’m exhausted and struggling every day; it’s too suffocating to be an Emperor ."
Nuwa snorted coldly and said, "Ping Xin, what a revelatory character, who forcefully takes gifts like that?"
"Indeed!" Bai Jin sat on the ground next to her, massaging Nuwa’s legs, and continued sharing his grievous plight.
Nuwa joined in condemning the exploitative Queen Ping Xin, renowned in the Underworld, and the two had a cheerful time together.
Bai Jin, with great sorrow, said, "Eventually, under the coercion of Ping Xin, I labored to death and made her a thousand bags."
Nuwa snorted coldly and said, "Next time she seeks gifts from you forcefully, come and tell me, I will confront her."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Bai Jin gratefully expressed his thanks.
Nuwa’s expression softened and with a gentle smile, she said, "By the way, Bai Jin, do you have anything else you want to tell me?"
Bai Jin said excitedly, "Your Majesty, after making these thousand bags, I have honed my skills. I plan to make five hundred exquisite bags to present to you." Googlᴇ search novel⦿fire.net
"Exquisite bags? Are they better than Ping Xin’s?"
"Hmm! I often go out, five hundred bags are still a bit too few," Nuwa subtly expressed her opinion.
Bai Jin sighed internally, realizing they had indeed conspired together, and forced a smile, saying, "How about, I present Your Majesty with a thousand?"
Nuwa revealed a smile, hesitatingly said, "Would that be a bit too much? Wouldn’t it be too tiring for you?"
Bai Jin immediately patted his chest and exclaimed, "Not tiring at all, serving Your Majesty is my supreme honor."
"Since you gift them with genuine sincerity, I will accept them," Nuwa said contentedly.
Bai Jin said cheerfully next to her, "Your Majesty, this is just a small token of my sincere appreciation."
Ding-ding-ding~ Suddenly, a bell rang, and the rod next to them bent into an arc.