mories unraveled and tumbled from his mind. The year Mo Yinhe beca the de facto Crown Prince of Atlantis, he was sixteen, and she was fifteen.
At the state banquet, she said she wanted to dance for him, wishing that with him as Crown Prince, he would lead Atlantis to greater prosperity and peace.
She transford all her blessings into her dance, dazzling not just him, but everyone at the banquet!
It was said to be the most sacred dragon dance of the Mu Continent, a lost art, only recorded on the Dragon Temple Murals.
But she knew it. She perfectly reenacted the dragon dance from the Dragon Temple Murals. With just one dance, she beca famous. How many envied him for having her!
Others said he had found a treasure, and he felt the sa, but for so reason, watching her dance for him brought more heartache than pleasure.
The pain was inexplicable.
He should have praised her dancing, as all won love complints.
Yet he couldn’t do it; tears uncontrollably slid down from the corners of his eyes.
When she finished dancing and walked toward him, radiant in glory, he instinctively cried out, "Don’t ever dance again!"
That mont, she felt extrely aggrieved.
After the banquet ended, she sulked, ignoring him and locking him out, even lining up a row of unpeeled durians in front of the door.
He broke through the door, and she threw pillows at him.
Because of that dance, she gave him the cold shoulder for half a month, and even he thought how much of a jerk he’d been at that ti.
Now, Mo Yinhe stood quietly to the side, admiring her performance. Despite being stunned by its beauty, a pain began throbbing in his heart again.
Mo Yinhe strode over, scooped up the girl—who was sweaty from her dance—into his arms, and carried her to the tatami. "Mingjing, stop dancing."
"Why? Was my dancing that bad?"
Si Mingjing caught her breath slightly. She had learned from the mories within her, thinking she had done well, only for Mo Yinhe to frown heavily, which was such a dampener.
"It’s beautiful!" The admiration in Mo Yinhe’s eyes was unmistakable.
He stood in front of her, his posture erect, but his brows were furrowed with a thick fog that wouldn’t dissipate, tugging at an aching sensation in his heart. "But I don’t like you dancing this dance."
"You know this dance?" Shouldn’t he have lost his past mories after reincarnation?
Mo Yinhe said nothing.
Si Mingjing didn’t get an answer and closed her eyes, continuing to unravel the new mories in her mind.
In the vision, as a Dragon Clan maiden, she danced the dragon dance, praying for the prosperity and safety of the people, winning the fervent adoration of the masses.
When the dance ended, the sound of drums and music thundered, and everyone worshipped her devoutly, exclaiming, "The Saintess’s dance brings peace to the nation!"
The reverent voices were overwhelming, and even the nobles watching the grand heaven-worshipping ceremony from a high platform worshipped her devoutly.
The scene was so spectacular it could empty a thousand lanes.
And after the dance, as she was drenched in fragrant sweat, there was only one man in her eyes. She tilted her head slightly to look at the man standing aloof on the tall city wall.
The man’s beautiful eyes were as captivating as obsidian, his gaze also on her. When their eyes t, sparks seed to fly through the air.
That broad-shouldered and majestic man bore Mo Yinhe’s face, stretching out his arms for an embrace from afar.
The past version of herself raised her eyebrows slightly, her lips unable to contain a smiling curve, so radiant in the sunlight that it seed to eclipse the world.
After the grand heaven-worshipping ceremony ended, she dragged her long skirt up, step by step, wanting to hurry into Mo Yinhe’s presence.
But just as she finally climbed all the steps and reached the top of the tall wall, eagerly anticipating running into Mo Yinhe’s arms, a man suddenly caught up with her, grabbed her wrist, and stopped her from being with Mo Yinhe.
The man, handsoly devilish, tightened his grip on her wrist and said harshly, "Mingjing, I forbid you to go to him. You two can never be together, because you are the most prestigious girl on the Mu Continent, while he is..."
Before the man in the picture could finish, she forcefully shook off his hand and said, "So what! As long as we truly love each other, no one can stop us from being together. I’ve already bonded with Mo Yinhe through the Dragon Pact, and no one can part us in this lifeti!"
"What did you say? How dare you! Have you lost your mind?"
The man wished he could slap her.
But the woman in the picture was not to be outdone and said defiantly, "Go ahead and hit if you can. I can see that you’re no longer the brother who used to dote on ! If you try to break us apart, I’ll sever our sibling ties. Try laying a hand on !"
The man’s hand was raised high, his body shaking with anger, but the hand he lifted ultimately never reached her face.
The man growled lowly, "Why are you so stubborn? You know it’s impossible for you two..."
The woman in the picture refused to listen, her attitude resolute as she declared, "The apocalypse is coming, our nation and the whole world are about to perish, and you still want to stop from pursuing true love? I just want to spend the remaining days with the man I love the most. No one will stop !"
After saying that, she forcefully broke free from the man’s hold and bolted into Mo Yinhe’s arms.
She wrapped her arms around Mo Yinhe’s neck, boldly offering up her lips, her voice haughty and playful, "Kiss , or I’ll kiss you!"
Mo Yinhe laughed heartily.
He pinched her nose and said, "Help yourself to as many kisses as you wish."
The woman in the picture, filled with passion, indeed took the initiative, standing on her tiptoes to firmly kiss Mo Yinhe.
Without any semblance of a girl’s modesty, she was boldly unreserved.
It was a mont of indescribable tender intimacy.
They loved each other, and everything they did was done with closeness and enjoynt.
They were like Xiangru, savoring each other’s sweetness to their heart’s content.
In the end, she lay weak in his arms, looking down at the crowd that had not yet fully dispersed below the tower, and said, "Mo Yinhe, the High Priest foretold that a great flood is coming soon, and no one will be able to escape. The entire world will be subrged in water. Do you think the blessing dance I perford can really protect them?"
The High Priest had foreseen the end of the world.
The sea was about to destroy the entire world.
And they, the Dragon Clan, were born to rule the oceans, their power boundless. If that mont were to truly co, she would protect the people with all her might, even if it cost her everything.
"If the apocalypse cos, hold like this, and then I’ll fear nothing," she said.
Mo Yinhe stretched out his arms to hold her tight, caressing her flowing hair. He wished to tell her that the upcoming earthquakes and tsunamis could not be stopped by anyone. All he could do was take her away from this place, to keep her safe from disaster.
"Mingjing, co with . I will keep you safe."
"Yes, no matter what happens, we’ll always be together, through thick and thin. You have to hold forever like this. I love it when you hold like this," she said.
She nuzzled greedily against his chest.
This was not the first ti he had proposed to take her away.
She always agreed enthusiastically.
But she knew she couldn’t leave. She couldn’t abandon these devout people who believed in her; she had her own mission and responsibilities.
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