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That is to spend the rest of his life with Yang Tianyou in this lower world, which is only a few decades. When the time comes, he will be sent to reincarnation, with a good background, and then transferred to the immortal path, and after he becomes an immortal, he can continue his relationship.
In the remaining decades, I will help Yang Tianyou do what he wants to do, and then find a future for his three children. Then he can return to heaven, pretend that nothing happened, and slowly make arrangements.
Yao Ji pondered for a moment, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face.
"If your husband is interested, you may wish to invite the Changxi Crown Prince to come to your home for a chat. I will look at each other for your husband and test whether he is worthy of your support. By the way, I can also let him meet Chan'er."
"This... is indeed an idea. Prince Qi and I have not decided on the relationship between monarch and minister. It is okay to invite him to the house, but I don't know how to invite him here."
Yang Tianyou stroked his short beard, with a thoughtful look on his elegant and handsome face.
"It's easy."
Yao Ji smiled brightly and flicked her wrist.
Two spiritual grasses that were as crystal clear as white jade, with veins as red as blood in their leaves, suddenly appeared in his hands.
"This is red vein grass. I went to Kunlun specifically to find it a few days ago. It has a masculine nature and can turn the energy from the earth's veins into blood and strengthen the body. Although it is not a famous fairy grass elixir in the world, it is also rare in the world.
It was originally found and planned to be concocted into medicine to lay the foundation for Jiao'er and Jian'er. With their brothers' talents, if they could get this red vein grass to enhance their qi and blood, it would most likely increase their strength and warm their aura, and Jiao'er could also use it to break through the realm.
I have left the ones for their brothers. The remaining two plants are just a good excuse to invite the Prince of Changxi to come over."
Yao Ji stuffed the spiritual grass into Yang Tianyou's hand.
"Inviting you with this gift, whether he wants to accept you as a minister or has a crush on Chan'er, it can bring you closer. No matter how bad it is, the value of this red vein grass is enough to repay his favor of sending troops to protect you."
Yang Tianyou was stunned when he heard this. He felt the red vein grass in his hand and then looked at his wife with a complicated expression in his eyes.
"My wife has to worry about everything. As a husband, I really do..."
"Don't do this, Yang Lang."
Yao Ji gently rested her head on Yang Tianyou's shoulder, looking at the gentle and handsome face.
The latter put his arms around his wife's shoulders, put his cheek against his forehead, closed his eyes quietly, and leaned against the railing together.
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