The River Gods Bridegroom

Hey, does he really think a peach is enough to seduce me?

Am I the kind of country bumpkin River God who’s never seen the world?

Yes.

I suppose I am.

How can a mortal be this good at flirting!

I stammered, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere and gloss over the topic.

He was incredibly patient, not in a rush to demand an answer from me.

And it didn’t stop us from “dating,” either.

Just as the feelings and relationship between Xie Yu and me seemed to be quietly heating up, my long-lost sister, the Goddess of Flowers, arrived.

Speaking of which, Ao Xiu once called me a block of wood.

I’m well aware of that “block of wood” label. A thousand years ago, when my master was choosing the new River God,

I was still just a half-grown girl. Ever since we were born, my sister and I had prominent divine pulses, and many deities came to visit my parents.

Back then, the River God and the Goddess of Flowers arrived at the same time. My divine pulse was slightly stronger, so both deities wanted to take me.

But my mother said I was born taciturn, cold-natured, and had a heart of wood.

Someone like me, who could endure loneliness, was better suited to be the River God of a bitter, cold region.

My sister, on the other hand, was charming, cute, and eloquent. Even at a young age, she carried the auspicious aura of spring.

Naturally, she was better suited to be the Goddess of Flowers, whom all things adore.

And so, I became the River God, while my sister long ago ascended to become the Goddess of Flowers.

My affectionate, spring-like sister has already had countless versions of love stories with various high immortals, and even mortals.

I heard she’s recently taken a liking to ghost-type boys and seems to be dating some male ghost.

I was quite surprised when she knocked on the Xie family’s door.

I was in the room playing with Xie Yu’s phone when the butler came to report that a girl named Ze Ling wanted to see me.

Xie Yu: “You have a sister?”

Me: “Yeah, my sister is breathtakingly beautiful, has the grace of a celestial being, and is the Goddess of Flowers…”

Xie Yu: “So what? Since you’re blood relatives, how could she bear to let you live alone in the cold rivers down below for over a thousand years?”