Heaven official' blessing: Wǒmen rúhé shàngshēng

a goddess' dog defends Yong'An blood. 12

"there's not much point; most of us only have those here, none in Yong'An." one man spoke up. and that man i recognize as Lang Ying, the man Qi Ying helped some days ago. i couldn't argue, nor could i say anything back.

i knew that i couldn't convince them. especially Lag Ying.

"..." After some time, i turned away from them, saying one final thing to them before leaving in a mist of snow and wind.

"be careful."

I flew the entire way back to the palace. I needed to talk to someone right now. It took a few minutes, but i faded the mist away to nothing and stayed invisible as i used my wings to get to a specific window. on the far side of the palace, and opened the window shutters wide. letting air rush in. to the right was a bed with a specific boy close to his twenties, dressed in a newer design that isn't common as far as fashion goes, light tan fluffy hair, turquoise eyes, and pale skin, laying upside down on the bed, startled by the opened window.

I silently stepped in, getting out of the way as he got up. he shut the window, and instead of calling him puppy, like i did before i ascended, i used his full name, stressed.

"Muchen Yichen."

"GOD!" he jumped, leaning on a nearby desk.

"Mei, what the heck?"

"Look, I needed to talk to someone, and I was getting frustrated," I explained as he went to his closet.

"sounds like it." He moved his closet doors open, stretching across the wall with mirrors, showing my reflection. He sat down at the desk and looked in the mirrors so he saw me. "Lay it on me."

I began explaining everything, passing back and forth, stress written across my face.

"I can't go to Xin Xin because he will suggest a branching route to go about the problem, Qing Qing will try to reason me out of this, and Flower Sword will just try and think of something with me only to get a bigger headache. I would go to Qi Ying, but she would say, Go with my instincts, but they are in a jumbled, tangled mess, and Pyua will suggest I just leave things as they are." I flop on my back on Muchen Yichen's bed.

"It sounds like a whirlwind of headaches, honey." He responded, his tone as gay as his movements.

"Tell me about it." I sat up. "So enough rambling; have you talked to that blacksmith yet?"

I smirked at him, and he blushed.

"...define talking," he responded, looking away from my reflection.

"Oh, Oh!" I blink, realizing what he meant. "So you two are together? or-"

"no," "..."