The two leaned against the railing of the windmill, watching the sunset sink bit by bit.
Morgan suddenly remembered something and asked Venti.
“By the way, how much do you know about the Lawrence Clan?”
Venti blinked.
“Why are you asking about this all of a sudden?”
“Just curious.” Morgan said.
“Listening to you sing today, it seems they were heroes who helped overthrow Decarabian?”
“Yes.” Venti nodded.
“Back then, their family opened their armory and granaries, which was a huge help.
The current patriarch is a reliable person, but unfortunately…”
“Unfortunately what?”
“Vennessa received a report claiming that the Lawrence Clan wants to restore the old aristocracy and become the absolute rulers of Mondstadt.
Although Mondstadt abolished the position of God King long ago, and also prohibited the overly harsh and inhumane systems of the old dynasty, as well as the vast disparities in class status.
However, considering the contributions of the three great families to Mondstadt, they are granted quite a few favors in policy for their descendants.
But the recent Lawrence Clan…
they seem to have become a bit too arrogant, treating the glory earned by their ancestors with blood as a yardstick to divide humans based on lineage.
But with Vennessa keeping them in check, they haven’t crossed any red lines that shouldn’t be crossed.
However, their youngest son is not bad.
Although he often talks about honor, he isn’t arrogant and stuck-up like the other Old Timers in the Lawrence Clan.
He is willing to do practical work.
Although his position isn’t high, his subordinates and the common people have a good opinion of him.”
Morgan was about to speak when he suddenly saw two people walking below the windmill.
One of them he knew.
A minor noble from the Sprite Honor Guard, a Frost Sprite lady who serves as the orchestra conductor.
She had long ice-blue hair, a wave-shaped hair accessory on her head, and an elegant and composed gait.
Her name was Jennifer.
The other one he didn’t know.
He was a young human male, blonde, blue-eyed, dressed appropriately, and looked like a person of status.
The two were walking slowly along the city wall, at a distance neither too far nor too close, and the atmosphere was a bit subtle.
Venti leaned over to take a look.
“Oh, that’s the youngest son of the Lawrence Clan I mentioned, Johnny.” He stroked his chin.
“Is that one of your Sprites next to him?”
“The orchestra conductor.
Her musical attainments are very good, and she can wield a greatsword with elegance and beauty.” Morgan said.
The two looked at each other, simultaneously leaned on the railing, and started watching.
The two below were walking very slowly.
The member of the Lawrence Clan—Morgan could see clearly now—was indeed good-looking, but his expression was too serious, and he was saying something quickly.
It looked more like a work report than chatting and flirting.
The Frost Sprite lady listened quietly, a faint smile on her lips.
Walking to a corner, the two stopped.
Jennifer took a small box from her bosom and handed it to Johnny.
The man from the Lawrence Clan blushed, took it, and opened it to see a brooch inside.
Then the two just stood there, neither saying a word.
The two on the windmill simultaneously made a “shipped it” sound.
“Let’s go.” Venti tugged at Morgan.
“Let’s go down and take a look.”
“Is that okay?
Are we going to be third wheels?”
“What’s wrong with that?
We are concerned citizens.
But the Sprites have only been in the city for less than a week; isn’t their progress a bit too fast?”
“Love at first sight, it’s very common in Snezhnaya.”
The two sneaked down from the windmill and found a spot not too far or too close to hide—Morgan hid behind a tree, and Venti hid behind a water barrel.
With two heads poking out, grinning and sticking their butts out, there was no trace of divine restraint.
The young couple was still standing there.
Johnny wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Jennifer was the same; she wanted to give the brooch, but after handing over the box, she didn’t know what to do next.
The gift was received, but the other party didn’t know what they were waiting for and didn’t reply to whether it was okay or not.
The atmosphere was a bit stiff.
Venti poked his head out from behind the water barrel.
“They need help.”
Morgan poked his head out from behind the tree.
“Look at that Lawrence man; he didn’t know your Sprite was going to give him a gift, so he didn’t bring one.” Venti whispered.
“Usually, the gentleman gives to the lady first, and then the lady returns the gift; that’s the custom in Mondstadt.”
“That’s quite romantic.
When Sprites like each other, they usually just head straight to bed; Jennifer is considered conservative.” Morgan mused.
Venti’s eyes widened.
“You Sprites are that wild?”
Morgan spread his hands; if you want to ask, ask what was added when the artificial Sprites of the Golden Kingdom were made.
It cannot be denied that there are devoted ones among the Sprites, such as the couple of Grand Duke Filippov.
Technology is not advanced now, so besides dancing, singing, and engaging in literature, Sprites must have some happier recreational means to pass their long lifespans.
Venti looked around and saw a little girl selling flowers by the road; Venti’s eyes lit up.
He snuck over, not knowing what he said, but the little girl soon ran to the young couple with a flower basket.
“Sir, buy a flower for this lady!”
The Lawrence man was stunned for a moment, and the Frost Sprite lady blushed.
The Lawrence man took out money to buy the flower and handed it to her.
The Frost Sprite lady took it and gave him an even more sincere smile.
Sprites are all beautiful, especially the Honor Guard strictly selected by the Tsar, and that smile made the Lawrence man freeze.
Morgan was struggling to keep it together behind the tree, and Venti snuck back and crouched beside him.
“How is it?”
Morgan gave a thumbs up.
He considered himself a veteran “shipper,” taking whatever came, and he was very optimistic about the couple, Jennifer and Johnny.
The young couple continued to walk forward.
The two third wheels who loved causing trouble continued to follow.
Passing through an alley, bypassing a residential area, they came to a small square.
There was a fountain and a bench in the square, and the two sat down on the bench.
The moonlight was diffuse, and the two were very close, close enough to hear each other’s breathing.
Morgan and Venti crouched behind the fountain, four eyes staring over there.
“When will they finally kiss?” Venti whispered.
“What’s the rush?” Morgan said.
“Feelings should come slowly; you can’t just go up and press their heads together to kiss, right?”
Venti looked at him.
“Have you ever been in love?”
“No, but many people pursue me.
The last one who verbally asked me for a rendezvous is right in front of me.”
Venti shook his head exaggeratedly.
“Oh my, I already said that was a joke.”
Morgan ignored him and kept staring over there.
The Lawrence man on the bench spoke up: “Lady Jennifer.”
“Just call me Jennifer; you don’t need to be so reserved when chatting with me.”
“Okay, Jennifer.” Johnny lowered his head.
“Actually, I’ve been thinking about something.”
“What is it?”
“You are a Sprite, and I am a human.” He said.
“If I associate with you, will other Sprites…”
Jennifer’s expression became serious.
“If you are worried about this, I can go tell His Majesty.
His Majesty never cares about distinctions of family status or race.
Whether you are male or female, rich or poor, even if you were just a little bird or a piece of bread—I would love you.
Because what I love is your soul.”
Johnny was very moved, but he didn’t understand why she compared him to a piece of bread.
Morgan almost choked behind the fountain.
“What is she saying?” He whispered, complaining.
“I’m crouching right here.”
Venti poked him.
“You go help out.”
Morgan adjusted his clothes, stood up from behind the fountain, and walked up to the young couple as if nothing had happened.
“Good evening.” He said.
Both looked up at the same time.
The Frost Sprite lady was stunned for a moment, staring at him.
“You…”
Morgan pointed to his own chicken wings.
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else; I’m just passing by.”
Jennifer blinked, not pursuing the question further, likely tacitly accepting His Majesty’s clumsy cover-up.
“I accidentally overheard your conversation just now.” He said.
“About whether Sprites and humans can love each other.”
The Lawrence man’s expression became tense.
This person, who seemed to be a clansman of Lady Jennifer, wouldn’t accuse him, a human, of trying to love a Sprite, and try to break them up, would he?
Morgan waved his hand.
“Don’t be nervous.
I just want to say—if you two like each other, just be together.
Who cares what others say?
The history of Sprites is very long, but the hostility towards the people of the Golden Kingdom shouldn’t be grafted onto other humans.
Think about…
our Majesty—if he spent all day worrying about what others said, could he have unified Snezhnaya?
And Her Highness Anastasia, she is not pure-blooded, but she is still a noble Grand Duchess of the Royal Court.
As far as I know, His Majesty recently has the intention of accepting humans as subjects, and also reaching more cooperative deals and collaborations with Mondstadt.
If the two of you could unite, it might be seen as proof of the friendship between the two countries, as well as the acceptance of humans by Sprites.
It would also be a good thing for both of your families, right?”
The Frost Sprite lady was lost in thought, and the Lawrence man looked at her.
Children of great families still have some concerns; pure marriages without benefits are hard to achieve.
Jennifer is fine; Morgan can keep an eye on things, and she herself is a noble with real power who can defend her own romance.
But Johnny is hard to say; as the youngest son of the Lawrence Clan, the marriages of children without inheritance rights are mostly driven by interest-based needs to marry into other lineages.
Although Morgan was speaking to Jennifer, he was mainly giving Johnny a hint.
According to what Venti said, Morgan guessed that the Lawrence Clan might be heading down that path of the old aristocracy.
If so, Morgan intended to support Johnny, the youngest, to rise to power and make the Lawrence Clan behave and stop causing trouble.
The premise is that he can marry Jennifer.
As for whether changing the present will cause the future to change, such as whether Eula, who players love, will be born.
Morgan can only say that Teyvat has many instances of cause and effect being reversed.
For example, the tree seed planted by Raiden Ei, using the power of Istaroth, grew into the Sacred Sakura at the Grand Narukami Shrine in the past.
In Teyvat, where everyone’s destiny is arranged, the appearance of key figures is beyond doubt, especially those who can obtain a Vision.
The hints that needed to be given have been given; Jennifer should understand his meaning.
For her, this not only allows her to be with the person she loves but also increases her political leverage and status in the Royal Court.
Morgan stood up, patted his clothes.
“Alright, I’ve finished speaking, you two continue.”
He turned and left, then turned back after a few steps.
“By the way, that brooch is quite good-looking.
It suits you.”
Johnny touched the brooch and smiled foolishly.
Don’t look at them as similar in appearance and age; Jennifer is considered an old cow eating tender grass.
A two-hundred-year-old dating a twenty-something human boy; other Sprites would probably gossip behind Jennifer’s back.
Morgan returned behind the fountain.
Venti shook his head.
“Tsk tsk, how did something as beautiful as love get explained so snobbishly by you?”
Morgan remained calm.
“I am providing more stable advice for their emotions; you don’t understand Sprites.
The passionate period of Sprites is neither long nor short; it generally lasts for the lifetime of an ordinary human, but there are cases where they are dazzled by someone better halfway through.
Sprites only have a desire to collect beautiful things; whether it’s a beautiful appearance or a noble soul, naturally, the more good things, the better.”
Venti was silent.
He was now more concerned about how Morgan managed to be revered by all the Sprites; they all seem so self-willed.
The two continued to crouch and watch.
The young couple sat on the bench for a while longer, pouring their hearts out to each other for quite a while.
Then, slowly, slowly—
Closer.
Closer still.
Lips touched.
Morgan and Venti simultaneously clenched their fists and exchanged a silent high-five.
Slap.
Morgan skillfully created a light cone.
The scene froze—under the moonlight, by the fountain, on the bench, two young people were kissing.
Silver radiance spilled onto them, gilding this moment with a hazy light.
Four-star light cone [When Jennifer Falls in Love with Johnny]
[On a romantic night, a pair of lovers share a sweet time under the moon.]
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”