Why Did You Provoke Her? Junior Martial Sister Has the Heavenly Dao’s Favor

Tian Ning, as a bloodline of the Wenren Family who had been lost in the Mortal Realm, was brought back at the age of fifteen.

Everyone believed she was just a country bumpkin from the Mortal ...

Chapter 383 Mom is going to save the world too (2/2)

"It's not just parents who think this way, even teachers think this way. They give their children what they believe is the best path, hoping that their children can have the best future. Just like me, I'm writing what I believe is the best ending for you."

"But later, times changed."

"Parents don't have the ability to foresee the future. They wouldn't know that, with the development of the times, painting has carved out its own path. Those children who become painters can earn their own money and live a good life through their own efforts. They prove to everyone that painting is not a waste of time or a useless endeavor..."

"And I, too, cannot foresee the changes that will occur after the arrival of the time travelers."

"When Ji Qianqiu arrived, the path I thought I had led you to was actually not so perfect after all."

After all, in the grand scheme of things, parents are actually quite insignificant.

"But you didn't back down. Just like those brave little painters, you forged your own path! It was a very difficult path, but you still made it through."

Tianning looked at her and said, "Chen Nianyi, you are brave, smart, and resilient... I want to give you all the most beautiful words in the world! Seeing you like this, Mom wants to say that I am proud of you!"

Tianning knows that Shen Nianyi has suffered a lot over the years!

On this road no one has ever walked before, Shen Nianyi may have been bewildered countless times. Was her persistence really the right thing to do?

Ideas that are ahead of their time can cause suffering—a painful, lucid suffering…

Fortunately, on her journey forward, Shen Nianyi was no longer alone as she had been when she first arrived. She met the female Khan, Princess Shuwan, Coral, and many other like-minded friends, and together they worked hard to get to where they are today.

When Tian Ning finished speaking, Shen Nianyi could no longer control the upward curve of the corners of his mouth.

She was very happy and in a good mood.

So, her creator was this kind of person!

Chen Nianyi looked deeply at Tian Ning.

She said, "Thank you."

“I know you gave Ji Tingwan the script to help me.”

Although it was just a small gesture, Shen Nianyi was no fool.

The storybook that Tianning later gave to Ji Tingwan had a shocking title, but it could help her.

Since there has never been a female emperor in history, people would initially be very resistant to it. However, Tianning's story was actually spreading this idea slowly and secretly.

Over a long period of time, people will gradually get used to it, and by then, the Empress will no longer be an anomaly!

The idea that women have the right to inherit the throne will become perfectly normal.

On the contrary, those who oppose the Empress will become the outliers...

Tianning's words subtly instilled this idea in people, telling them that it was not strange for a woman to become emperor!

After the brief conversation ended, both of them heard someone calling out to each other from behind.

Before me lay Princess Shuwan, Coral, and Old Master Yu…

Standing before Tianning were Fu Hongming, Jiang Xi, and Shi Qinxin...

Their main characters are all waiting for them to embark on their journey.

Tianning said, "Chen Nianyi, go build your country! Mom is going to save the world too—"

When Chen Nian returned to Princess Shuwan's side, he watched as Tian Ning and her party flew into the sky until they disappeared.

Princess Shuwan's strange voice came from the side: "Why are you laughing so happily? Your mouth is practically stretched to your ears!"

Shen Nian's smile remained unchanged: "She said she was proud of me!"

Princess Shuwan was speechless: "That little girl? What's so funny about that?"

It was just a compliment from a junior, not your mother...