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The morning started simply.
Shen Qingqiu ate his breakfast, finished all of his duties and then left for the Immortal Alliance Conference.
When he got there, he sat down and the meeting proceeded, with mostly Shang Qinghua talking about how the Bai Zhan Peak disciples kept making a mess out of the forests around his own peak.
Shen Qingqiu was bored, incredibly so, and as he hid his yawns behind his beloved fan, they finally noticed.
"... is that a ring on your finger?"
Everyone hushes as Shen Qingqiu whipped out his hand, still lightly fanning himself as he looked at the ring in mock surprise.
"Oh! You noticed."
Everyone gaped. Then the whole room exploded with noise as Shang Qinghua choked on his spit.
Shen Qingqiu continued to lightly fan himself.
Yue Qingyuan could only stare open mouthed.
"W-Wha... WHO WOULD WANT TO MARRY YOU??!!" Liu Qingge screamed louder than everybody else. He seemed really distressed by the fact that someone actually wanted to and had married him.
"Liu-shidi, I advise you to keep your mouth shut, you mongrel. If you insult my xīn gān again, I will personally gut you." Shen Qingqiu snapped.
Everyone was silent once more, as Yue Qingyuan sighed.
"Qingqiu-shidi... can you tell me the name of your wife?"
Liu Qingge and the others shared a look, most likely assuming she was some prostitute from the brothel that Shen Qingqiu visited often.
"My xīn gān's name is none of your concern. In fact, you have no right to know after it took five years to realize I was married."
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"FIVE YEARS?!"
Shen Qingqiu didn't go back to his peak. Instead, he took a longer route, weaving and turning through the air on his sword before he darted off.
'Those idiots are actually following me...' he thought, as he noticed a few curious Peak Lords on their swords trying to find him after he had flew off. The forest below him blended into hues of greens and brown as he soared towards his home.
Eventually, he landed in a garden. There, he saw his beloved.
The ethereal being turned, their hair put up with a silver crown as their sleeves fluttered, colored blue and sea greens. His soft expression was turned into one of joyous surprise.
"Shen Jiu!" He dashed into his lover's arms.
Shen Qingqiu smiled, placing a kiss on his beloved's head.
"My Shen Yuan."