The Moon Goddess

“Croak!!!”

The throat of the golden toad on the left suddenly swelled violently.

Then, a tremendous croak, like the striking of a great bell, tore through the sky.

The entire Guanghan Palace seemed to tremble slightly at this single croak.

At the same time—

“Rumble!”

The huge, vermilion palace doors slid inward in response, slowly opening a gap wide enough for a person to pass through.

The moment the doors opened—

A lazy, cool, yet naturally captivating immortal voice flowed out, making one unable to resist listening.

The voice was tinged with a teasing smile: “Tsk, tsk, tsk… Xuexue~

“And to think this Monarch even specially opened a small side door for you in the backyard…”

The voice paused, the tone drawn out, the pitch rising, “And what was the result? You, on the other hand, never used it once! Truly, you have broken this Monarch’s compassionate heart~”

“Ha?” Hearing this, Xun Xue laughed in anger.
She led Lu Qiancha by the hand and strode into the hall without a second thought.

Facing the cool, stunningly beautiful figure lounging on the ice dragon throne at the far end of the hall, she raised her voice and shouted, “Huang Hua! Cut it out!

“You call that a ‘small side door’? That’s clearly a doggy door you can only crawl through!”

On the ice-carved dragon throne, the woman of unparalleled beauty and a temperament as cool as the frost moon of the ninth heaven, her brows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Her eyes slanted, as if carrying ten thousand years of ice shards, and fixed precisely on Xun Xue’s face.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, forming a devastatingly beautiful arc.
“Xuexue, dear, aren’t you just a… rather fine-looking little puppy yourself?”

“Huang Hua!” Xun Xue instantly reacted as if her tail had been stepped on, nearly jumping up on the spot.
Her fluffy, deep blue, long hair and the large tail behind her, “Shwa!”—all her fur stood on end.

She gritted her teeth, pointed at the woman on the high throne, her voice almost cracking from shouting, “I’ve told you eight hundred times! I am a noble, majestic, and handsome wolf!

“Call me a dog again! Believe it or not, I’ll tear the roof off this broken shack of a Guanghan Palace!”

In an instant, the cold air in the hall plummeted, and the ice-carved, jade-inlaid walls seemed to be coated with an even thicker layer of frost.

“Oh my, my~”

Faced with such a tragic accusation.

The stunningly beautiful Yuanjun named Huang Hua, who controlled the authority of the moon, finally rose slowly and gracefully from her dragon throne.

Her wide sleeves fluttered like flowing clouds.

A set of tables and chairs, condensed from the pure essence of the moon, appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall.

She moved with light, lotus-like steps, as if treading on flowing moonlight, and elegantly sat down in the grand master’s chair facing the main entrance.

Then, she elegantly propped her delicate chin on one hand, and her moon-white, star-like eyes lazily swept over the still-bristling Xun Xue and the Lu Qiancha who was trying her best to pretend to be a statue at the side.

A faint, seemingly innocent but actually mischievous smile curled at the corners of Huang Hua’s lips.
“Alright, alright~ Don’t be angry, Xuexue…”

Her cool voice slowed, carrying a soothing tone that made one’s scalp tingle.
“How long has it been since we’ve seen each other? I was just playing a little joke on you.
You can’t possibly…”

She sighed softly, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes.
“…be unable to withstand even this little bit of playful affection, can you? Hmm~?”

Hearing this, Lu Qiancha couldn’t help but look back and forth between Xun Xue and Huang Hua, a strange expression on her face.

She felt like she had just heard something extraordinary.

“Don’t give me that disgusting talk.”

Xun Xue, leading Lu Qiancha, sat down unceremoniously opposite Huang Hua.
She crossed her arms and glared at Huang Hua indignantly.
“I finally made the trip to visit you, and you have to find ways to provoke me? Are you doing this on purpose?!”

“Hehe~” The light in Huang Hua’s moon-white eyes rippled, her smile deepening, like a master looking at a bristling pet.
“This Monarch was merely trying to use some playful words to add a little warmth to this cold palace.
Is Xuexue… angry out of embarrassment?”

“Cut it out!” Xun Xue snorted heavily through her nose, her chin lifted slightly, getting straight to the point.
“I didn’t come here to bicker with you this time.
I brought my precious daughter to visit!”

She rubbed Lu Qiancha’s head, her tone switching abruptly, filled with undisguised showing off and dominance.
“The delicious food, the fun things, hurry up and bring them out.
Don’t even think about hiding them!”

“Daughter?!”

The signature cool smile on Huang Hua’s lips instantly shattered, like a frozen lake surface cracking into a thousand pieces.

Her originally lazy, leaning posture suddenly stiffened, and her cold, jade-like eyes, carrying a sharp, scrutinizing light, slowly focused on the wolf cub at the side, who looked like a miniature version of Xun Xue.

The temperature in the hall seemed to drop by ten degrees.

A very faint, yet bone-chillingly cold pressure, accompanied by Huang Hua’s suddenly gloomy voice, quietly spread.
“…This child, whose is she?”

With that, Huang Hua’s icy gaze fell on the little loli, who, because the seat was too high and her body too small, could only reveal the tips of her deep blue beast ears, which were trying hard to listen in, and half of her curious little face.

“Mine.”

Xun Xue’s reply was as decisive and justified as could be.
She even looked at Huang Hua with a hint of confusion, as if looking at a fool.
“Whose cub could it be? Are you talking nonsense here?”

“…”

The corner of Huang Hua’s mouth twitched.
She suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and continued, “Xue’er! This Monarch is asking, who did you marry? Whose bloodline is this child’s?!”

“I’m not married.
This child is just mine.”

Xun Xue stood with her hands on her hips and said righteously, “I gave birth to her, I’m raising her.”

Hearing this, Lu Qiancha couldn’t help but glance quickly at Xun Xue, but she didn’t say anything more.

Huang Hua looked at this good sister of hers, her eyes churning with a chilling coldness.
Her every word was like tempered ice.
“Xue’er, you couldn’t have been deceived by some heartless man who left you and your daughter behind, could you?”

“Crack—!”

Before the words had even faded.

The cold jade armrest, which was harder than black iron, was actually crushed into powder by a wisp of anger that quietly leaked from her fingertips, scattering down.

Huang Hua raised her eyes to look directly at Xun Xue, her words filled with killing intent.
“Who is that person? Give this Monarch his name and birth date.
This Monarch will personally descend to the mortal realm and execute this villain.”

The last few words were bitten out as if crushing gold and jade.
The grim killing intent made even the crimson-eyed golden toads guarding the hall shrink their heads.

Hearing this, Lu Qiancha couldn’t help but lean back slightly.
‘Are all gods so irritable these days? Descending to the mortal realm to kill people at the drop of a hat?’

“Did you take the wrong medicine? Why are you so hostile?”

Xun Xue was also taken aback by this sudden, thunderous killing intent, and then her face was filled with disdain.
“Clear your head.
It’s not what you think.
I’m not married, and I haven’t met any heartless man.”

Facing Huang Hua’s still frosty and probing gaze, Xun Xue sighed helplessly.
Under Huang Hua’s confused eyes, she explained the whole story.

“So, you could say you picked up this child?”

Huang Hua held her forehead speechlessly, her gaze toward Lu Qiancha filled with strangeness.
Her eyes returned to the little wolf cub who had been trying her best to be part of the background, her expression indescribably complex.