Chapter 1 — Thanh Xa Marries the Dragon, the Heavenly Emperor Stands in Tears

I am a little snake picked up and raised by the Heavenly Emperor. The Emperor was always noble, cold and arrogant, yet he held me in the palm of his hand and pampered me for five hundred long years. The year I became an adult, I shyly used my snake's tail to wrap around your waist, clumsily praying for happiness. However, his face suddenly darkened, coldly pushed me away, and then remained cold and indifferent for three hundred years. The day you brought back a woman from the mortal world, I stood in the hallway and saw your gentle appearance as you bowed your head to talk to her. That day, when the Dragon Clan Crown Prince himself came to Heaven to propose, I just watched quietly, then thought for a moment in silence. “I get married.” The news that I and the Dragon Clan Crown Prince were engaged quickly spread throughout the nine layers of heaven. The Dragon clan attaches so much importance to this marriage that the bride price is like a long stream of water, constantly flowing into the Emperor's dependent celestial palace - Thien Thuy Bich. I stood in the middle of the palace, opened the chest and took out the dark red robe that was still unfinished, intending to complete the last stitch. But his fingers trembled slightly, but the needle couldn't penetrate the red brocade layer. A tear, gently falling, soaked into the peach silk. “Thanh Thanh, you are finally about to marry the Emperor!” Tieu Thao - my only friend in Heaven, and at the same time a foreigner - looked at the set of robes in my hand, her eyes sparkling with joy. I sighed softly, put down the needle and thread, and slowly said: "We are really married... But with the Dragon Clan Crown Prince." “What?! Emperor…Does Emperor know that you are about to marry someone else?!” — Tieu Thao cried out in horror. I quickly put my hand over her mouth. Slightly curling the corners of his lips, a faint smile appeared, but in the depths of his eyes, he could not hide the sadness. “I know.” The news that I and the Dragon Clan Crown Prince were getting married had already spread throughout Heaven, and as the Emperor, Duc Hanh was of course the first to hear the news. However, he remained the same as the past three hundred years, not saying a word, as if he didn't care at all. Tieu Thao was stunned, still not understanding. “But… before, the Emperor loved his sister…” Listening to her words, a faint trace of sadness flashed in my eyes, and my memory slowly pulled me back to that year — the first time Duc Hanh and I met. At that time, I had not yet had time to transform, I was still just a small snake that had not yet opened my mind. Carelessly falling into a trap that was deliberately set to catch snakes, his stomach was so hungry that he became dizzy, and he could only curl up his body and wait for death. Until, a young girl appeared in front of me, her lips smiling, but in that smile was filled with cold malice. “I hate you snakes the most… just looking at them makes people feel uncomfortable.” She bent down and slowly said each word, her tone filled with pleasure: "If you're caught by me then... you'll have to cut open your stomach and rip out your heart." I was held tightly in her palm, no matter how hard I tried to struggle, I couldn't escape. In that moment... despair was like a tide engulfing me. Duc Hanh appeared like a divine weapon descending to earth, a sword tore through the void, snatching me from her hand. Long, slender fingers gently stroked my head, his tone was light but steady as a mountain: "This little snake, I want it." He hugged me and brought me straight back to Heaven. From that day on, I became a little snake was cradled in the palm of his hand by the Emperor of the Nine Heavens, transformed into the only and most special Thanh Thanh girl in the entire vast Heavenly World. You and all people in the world are all noble and superior, as indifferent as ice, but only when you look at me... will you curl your lips and smile. That year, when he passed the Thunder Tribulation - ninety-nine or eighty heavenly thunders descended, striking so loudly that his body was cracked, his bones were exposed, and his blood flowed like a stream. I trembled and curled up against his chest, my eyes filled with fear. But Duc Hanh didn't care about his broken body, he just looked down at me, his eyes filled with pity. "Thanh Thanh, are you scaring me? Close your eyes, don't look." At that time, my cultivation level was shallow and I did not have enough strength to transform, so people did not care about day and night, traveling all over the world, just to find me a top-grade Transfiguration Grass. The entire Heavenly World, from Gods to Immortals, everyone respectfully called him Emperor, bowing their heads and kneeling before him. Only I - a tiny little snake - every time I snuggle in someone's arms, I arbitrarily call out my name: "Duc Hanh." The person raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were tinged with a smile, his fingertips rubbed the top of my head, his voice was low and gentle: "Thanh Thanh, don't call me by my name, you should call me... brother." But I still stubbornly called him Duc Hanh, and he only smiled faintly and did not punish me. That bright and righteous bias made the entire Heavenly World both envious and jealous... I grew up in Duc Hanh's arms, being cherished and pampered, little by little, my heart was also captured by them. Who could not be moved by such a biased sentiment? I used to naively think that it was obvious. Duc Hanh, this whole life should only belong to me, me alone. That year, when I had just reached adulthood, I shyly revealed myself, transformed into a snake, and slowly used my long soft tail to wrap around your slim waist. That is the snake clan's way of praying. I have always been favored, never known to be shy, but at that time, my fingertips trembled slightly, my eyelids drooped, not daring to look people in the eye. {Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} My voice was as small as the sound of wind through the snow, but every word, every word was my sincere intention: "Duc Hanh... I don't want you to be my older brother... I want to marry you." I was originally saved by your own hands from the depths of despair, then raised day by day in the palm of your hand, hundreds of years of dawn and dusk, and have long since become the most important person in each other's lives. I think, of course, the person I should marry... is Duc Hanh. However, for the first time, Duc Hanh gave me a cold face. He gave me a cold look, harshly pushed me out of his arms, his voice was low and cold like thousands of years of ice and snow. From that day on, you were cold to me... for three hundred long years. During those three hundred years, I never gave up. I stubbornly believe that Duc Hanh also loves me, but is surrounded by unspeakable sufferings, so he has to keep his distance. If people don't have feelings, why do they have to use all their tenderness to nurture us as we grow up? If you are heartless, why is it that every time you see me laughing and talking with another immortal, there is a slight trace of jealousy in those eyes? In the end, I couldn't help myself... I descended to the mortal world, horizontally and vertically world, just to find a trace of Duc Hanh. But those three hundred long years... still turned my sincerity into a joke in the end. On the Nine Heavens, the fairies who already disliked me were now competing with each other to say sarcastic and sarcastic words without any hesitation: "Thanh Thanh is just a lowly snake demon, who has been dreaming about lovemaking for so many years... it's time to wake up!" "As expected of a low-class snake, both lustful and shameless, entwining with the Emperor every day, it's truly an eyesore!" The eyes that once admired, now turned into a hundred thousand times of ridicule. I waited three hundred years... but what I received was not Duc Hanh's feelings. I just made myself the laughing stock of the entire Heavenly World. I used to want to cover my ears, not hear, not see, not want to believe what they said. However, he foolishly followed the example of a mortal woman, secretly sat in the palace, and personally embroidered a set of crimson robes. Because Duc Hanh once said, I wear the most brilliant red color. But now... you don't want to see me, I have to lock myself in Thien Thuy Bich, diligently holding the needle, stitch by thread, wanting to embroider the unfinished robe. Ten fingers were punctured by the needle over and over again, red blood stained the fabric, but I still persevered, respectfully holding up the silver needle, as if holding up the only belief in my life.