CHAPTER 474: 167. MRS. MIKI’S GRAND LADY DEMEANOR_2

Surrounded by more than ten young girls, Yukino Ritsuko was explaining the matters of the performance to them.

She hadn’t had the chance to change into her wedding attire yet, still wearing a light blue kimono. Nevertheless, whether it was her smooth, glowing skin or the dreamlike long black hair, she exuded a cold yet beautiful aura. Her ears, delicate as crystal artworks, along with her slender, fair nape, gave off a snowy feeling, yet she did not seem frail.

Kawashima Miki had just finished exchanging pleasantries with a guest and noticed him looking over there.

The girls from Furukawa Conference Hall were having tea together, and she also noticed Yukino Ritsuko.

The Snow Woman’s gesture of raising the teacup was exceptionally graceful.

To be precise, from the gentle lifting of her sleeve, to the fluid motion of her slender, ring-bearing fingers grasping the glass cup handle, it all gave off an icy, pure beauty.

"Let’s go over there," Fujiwara Reya gently squeezed Kawashima Miki’s palm.

"No way!"

Kawashima Miki glared imposingly.

She perfectly embodied the dignity of a noblewoman.

"..."

"Let’s go pay our respects to the gods," Kawashima Miki pulled him towards the side resting area.

On the slightly dim side of the main hall, a large area had been sectioned off with screens, where several gods from Takamagahara were casually chatting.

Upon seeing the couple approach, the God of White was the first to stand up, smiling warmly as he greeted Fujiwara Reya: "It’s been years since we’ve met, and you’ve already reached the age to take a wife."

"Good evening," Fujiwara Reya replied lazily.

The God of White was familiar with him, so there was no need for a formal stance. After all, when he was a child, he had even ridden on this radish’s neck.

"Lord God of White," Kawashima Miki gracefully curtsied.

With his hand still bound by a thread, Fujiwara Reya had no choice but to follow his wife’s lead and bow together.

"Oh ho~" The God of White squinted his eyes with a smile, giving Fujiwara Reya a once-over, "Now that you’re married and have a wife to restrain you, your behavior has toned down quite a bit. Ten years ago, this brat wasn’t respectful at all, he even wanted to pounce on this god and take a bite."

I still want to nibble now... Fujiwara Reya forced a smile and somewhat embarrassedly spoke: "Let’s not talk about the past. If you’re deliberately trying to embarrass me in front of my wife, be careful about those things you’ve planted in Takamagahara..."

Before he could finish, Kawashima Miki quietly pinched him.

Fujiwara Reya immediately shut up.

Hmm.

He’s married.

He has a wife controlling him now.

He needs to be more mature.

He can’t keep picking on the uncles and aunts of Takamagahara like he did as a child for fun.

"Haha, interesting, interesting," the God of White glanced at the dejected Little Mountain God, then looked at the Mountain God’s Wife, speaking earnestly: "Married to such an unruly Little Mountain God, please take extra care. Make sure to train him well before he goes to Takamagahara..."

This familiar tone was exactly how an elder would instruct a junior.

It seems her little husband is very popular in Takamagahara... Kawashima Miki felt a surge of joy and promptly replied: "Please rest assured, Lord God of White, I will fulfill my duties as a wife, advising and supervising my husband."

I’ll stop letting you drink radish soup from now on... Fujiwara Reya thought somewhat pettily.

Not far behind, there was a woman with a Tabi hairstyle, wearing a yellow-and-black-striped kimono with a yellow satin belt. She was strikingly beautiful, with elegantly curved brows, perfectly aligned nose and mouth lines, and her eyes beneath long eyelashes were quite captivating.

After exchanging pleasantries with the God of White, Kawashima Miki turned to her and bowed: "Greetings, Lord Inari."

Fujiwara Reya also looked over at her, wary: "Are you here to restore Inari Shrine’s honor?"

"I am just a humble Inari, how could I dare trouble you..."

Transformed into a woman, Inari smiled bitterly with a wistful expression.

A gust of wind blew through the hallways, causing the lights to flicker slightly. She gazed into Fujiwara Reya’s eyes under his mask and spoke softly: "The matters down below cannot concern those above. But please, considering I held you when you were a child, don’t pull up the roots of my Inari Shrine."

"I am a Little Mountain God who loves peace!" Fujiwara Reya said with a serious face.

Inari glanced at him.

Her expression seemed to say, "I don’t believe you at all."

However, seeing through it but not speaking out, she still maintained her charmingly pitiful appearance: "That’s wonderful, thank you so much..."

An exalted god, actually being so courteous to her little husband... At this moment, Kawashima Miki’s small sense of vanity was greatly satisfied.

After Inari left, Fujiwara Reya leaned close to her ear, whispering conspiratorially: "When she comes over to present a gift later, make sure to extort her well. Inari... fox, let’s see, make sure to ask for a Divine Artifact to tame foxes or something."

"Leave it to me!" Kawashima Miki’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint.

If it were in the past, she wouldn’t have dreamed that she would have a day to swindle Inari, and with such confidence too... This behavior might not be entirely proper, but... but it’s just too thrilling!

For the next period of time, the little couple mingled among the many deities.

Kawashima Miki adhered to her wife’s etiquette, not commenting on the gods in attendance, letting Fujiwara Reya take the lead in everything. Whatever Fujiwara Reya said, she believed; wherever Fujiwara Reya needed her cooperation, just a glance and she would catch on.

When Fujiwara Reya acted childishly, she would transform into the stern and proper wife to lecture him; when Fujiwara Reya put on the airs of the Mountain God, she would revert to the gentle little wife, with an attitude of "I’ll let my husband decide on everything"; when Fujiwara Reya showed off, she became his most devoted fan, her glistening eyes filled with sweet love.