We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 349: You and I Will Witness This Prosperous Era Together, Alright?

"I feel that 'Frost Prince's consort' title rings nicer than 'Her Highness the Princess.'"

"Xiao Mo, what do you think?"

The morning after, Qin Siyao stirred awake in her bed, gradually fluttering her eyes open.

Right upon awareness, the maiden remembered her words to Xiao Mo from the previous night.

With each memory resurfacing, her pale cheeks burned crimson, the blush even creeping to her delicate earlobes.

"How did I utter such words..."

Qin Siyao flipped over, burying her face into the bed. Her feet under the nightdress stretched taut, kicking repeatedly at the sheets. Now and then, the flimsy gown hiked up slightly, exposing the smooth fairness of her shapely thighs.

Though the girl had confessed her affections to her loved one long before, deep down she sensed her boldness last night stripped away all her poise...

Yet as she pondered Xiao Mo's reply of "It does sound quite nice," the edges of Qin Siyao's lips curled upward in delight. A sweet, bashful warmth bubbled within her heart. Unable to resist, she clutched her pillow and tumbled side to side across the bedding.

"Her Highness the Princess, Young Master Xiao has arrived."

While Qin Siyao lingered on savoring Xiao Mo's words from last night, Sister Huasheng's call echoed from outside the chamber.

"Eh? Xiao Mo?" Qin Siyao stiffened, her face turning慌乱. "I-I got it. Sister Huasheng, ask Xiao Mo to wait a bit. I-I'm changing clothes..."

"Very well, Your Highness." Huasheng acknowledged, then glanced at Xiao Mo standing there with a grin. "Young Master Xiao, care for some tea and snacks while seated? I reckon it'll take some time."

"Why is that?" Xiao Mo inquired.

"As the proverb says, a lady dresses to please her admirer. Each time Her Highness the Princess meets Young Master Xiao, she tries on countless garments." Huasheng elaborated.

"Sister Huasheng, stop the teasing. I-I'll be out shortly..." The maiden's flustered voice drifted from within again.

Huasheng stayed silent, merely offering a gentle smile before pouring Xiao Mo a cup of tea. "Have a seat, Young Master."

"Many thanks, Sister Huasheng." Xiao Mo settled onto the stone stool, sipped the tea, and regarded the lady nearby. "These days I've been tied up with duties and haven't thanked you properly, Sister Huasheng."

Xiao Mo rose and offered a deep bow. "During the clash beneath Yanmen Pass, I owe you profound gratitude for your timely assistance, Sister Huasheng."

"Young Master flatters me." Huasheng bowed back. "I only breathed a bit of flame. Hardly significant aid."

"Sister Huasheng understates her valor." Xiao Mo disagreed with a shake of his head. "That said, by stepping into the fray, might there be repercussions for you?"

Xiao Mo never imagined Sister Huasheng hailed from the demon race.

In this realm, ties between the demon race's domain and the Ten Thousand Laws Realm remained amicable, with exchanges flowing freely. Yet pacts bound the demon race and humans alike—neither side could meddle in the other's conflicts.

"Young Master Xiao's worry warms me. Fear not, few will take notice. Besides, having been cast out from the Vermillion Bird clan, no Vermillion Bird concerns itself with an exile like me." Huasheng replied evenly.

"..." Xiao Mo paused, unsure how to reply, and wisely avoided prying into her banishment from the Vermillion Bird clan.

"Xiao Mo, I'm all set now."

As Xiao Mo and Huasheng's exchange faltered, Qin Siyao swung the door wide and stepped out beaming.

"Her Highness the Princess made haste today. Likely dreading her dear one's impatience from waiting." Huasheng pivoted, eyed Qin Siyao, and jested.

"Sister Huasheng, enough already..." Qin Siyao's cheeks flamed anew. She approached, batting her dewy large eyes. "Xiao Mo, pay no mind to Sister Huasheng. What brings you here?"

"Not anything pressing. I'm free today and wondered if Siyao fancied a city wander?" Xiao Mo proposed.

"The city? Absolutely! Let's head out at once." Qin Siyao's eyes sparkled vividly. She waved back at Sister Huasheng. "Sister Huasheng, we're off. Skip lunch for us..."

With that, Qin Siyao tugged Xiao Mo's sleeve and hurried ahead.

Gazing at their retreating figures, Huasheng smiled and shook her head. "Such is youth. Her Highness the Princess vowed to uphold decorum. Yet where's the decorum here..."

…

Within Yanmen Pass city.

Xiao Mo and Qin Siyao strolled the avenues.

Yanmen Pass was slowly mending back to its pre-battle vibrancy. Numerous shops had reopened, and vendors dotted the streets once more.

Only select brothels lagged in restarting. The courtesans, starved thin of late, lacked vitality to entertain patrons adequately. They required further recovery. All told, Yanmen Pass trailed far behind its former bustle, with gauntness etched on every face.

Thankfully, links to the Northern Frontier now funneled Qin Kingdom's commerce into the city.

Likewise, to capture Yanmen Pass denizens' loyalty, Qin Kingdom shipped ample provisions.

Ahead lay Yanmen Pass's transformation into a bustling trade hub. Days for Yanmen Pass and southern lands promised brighter futures. Still, such boons lay distant; the city remained starkly barren now.

Surveying the urban scene, Qin Siyao clutched Xiao Mo's sleeve firmly.

"Xiao Mo, why does war plague this world?" Qin Siyao lifted her gaze to the man she trusted above all beside her.

Even now, Qin Siyao vividly recalled her initial arrival at Yanmen Pass—the battlefield strewn with myriad corpses, the city gripped by ruin.

"Nations clash over clashing gains and desires, birthing strife. Strife ignites war. The sole variance lies in aggressor: Zhei Kingdom upon Qin Kingdom, or vice versa." Xiao Mo explained measuredly.

"How then to end all wars?" Pressed the sheltered palace maiden, indulged from birth.

"Likely when this world unites under one banner, wars shall cease." Xiao Mo responded.

Qin Siyao tilted her head, studying Xiao Mo's side profile. "Would common folk's lives flourish endlessly then?"

"Not assuredly."

Xiao Mo shook his head, turning to the girl at his side.

"Wise governance remains essential. Else, under a tyrant like Zhei Kingdom's present lord, suffering endures. Nor would Yanmen Pass men flock so to our Northern Frontier ranks."

"Unity under a sage ruler—that's the golden age from ancient scrolls, isn't it?" Qin Siyao mused wistfully.

"Indeed." Xiao Mo grinned. "And I foresee this golden age drawing near swiftly."

"Truly?" The girl's face lit with joy as she looked up.

"Truly." Xiao Mo affirmed with a nod. "I'm certain Siyao shall behold this golden age."

"Then Xiao Mo, on that day, might you stay by my side?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

"Xiao Mo, speak up. Shall we greet this golden age side by side?" The girl puffed her cheeks, tugging his sleeve.

Xiao Mo faced her, softly caressed her hair, and beamed warmly. "Of course."