21. Marrying the Mountain Spirit

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As a snake whose physiological age was unknown—having lived to twenty-one in a past life and only about twenty years since awakening in this one—her psychological age was undeniably eighteen.

Hua Mi was as gleeful as a newly rich person upon receiving the jewels.

She carefully laid out the contents of the chest one by one on the tatami mat. Halfway through, she realized there wasn’t enough space and once again marveled at her god’s immense wealth.

Jewels glittered under the sunlight, refracting dazzling colors; just looking at them filled Hua Mi with joy. She finally understood why dragons loved gold so much—she had become a living contradiction.

Not a fan of gold? Nonsense. She adored it with wild passion. She was a vulgar snake with a touch of elegance.

Unworldly Hua Mi buried herself in the jewels, wagging her tail, radiating pure happiness.

“I used to be so aloof,” she sighed with no regret.

Lying in the chest, her scales made the surface comfortable rather than prickly. She had taken out all the jewelry, leaving only some gold and gems scattered inside.

Even lying there, she could feel the aura of wealth.

Although these treasures technically didn’t belong to her, Hua Mi felt it was fine to wear them for now. After all, she had saved Sesshomaru’s life—literally. No other insults implied.

After all, Sesshomaru was a dog demon.

Rarely did she feel so justified.

Humming an off-key tune, the tip of her tail swayed rhythmically.

Nestled in the chest, Hua Mi rolled over, burying her head in the contents while her tail rummaged to the right.

Everything must have its beginning and end.

“Beautiful,” she breathed, finding a stunning bracelet. Slipping it onto her wrist, the purple ring with green accents was clearly valuable. Her tail didn’t want to be outdone and adorned itself with a jade-green bracelet.

Pure bliss, pure bliss.

She forgave Sesshomaru for leaving without a word.

Even if he never returned, as long as these treasures were hers, it was enough.

“From today onward, Sesshomaru is my number one male idol!” Satisfied, she slipped eight rings onto her ten fingers—her pinkies too thin to wear rings, and without tail rings, she had to give up.

Suddenly rich, Hua Mi was immersed in joy.

Her tail didn’t miss out either, wearing the largest jade ring on its tip, and jade green bands on the blue-white gradient tail scales instantly raised her status.

The tail tip scales, not connected to flesh, were numb like human nails. Focused, Hua Mi pierced tiny holes at the ends of her scales, adorning her belly scales with a circle of dangling earrings.

A little twist of her slender waist, and the earrings clinked against her scales, producing a crisp, pleasant sound.

This was the sound of wealth!

Delighting in herself, Hua Mi swayed her hips and struck a few elaborate poses.

After her self-indulgence, feeling something was missing, she rummaged through the chest again and pulled out a sturdy ancient bronze mirror.

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