Zu Jun sued me
Good news came from the Purple Palace: the Holy Emperor Sheng is about to emerge from seclusion.
I reckon that after the Heavenly Emperor emerges from seclusion, his successor, Xie Jinhui, should finally make an appearance.
Since the day I kicked him, this guy has vanished without a trace, leaving no trace or news.
I gradually figured it out: Xie Jinhui was probably taking advantage of my feelings for him, so he was hiding away and secretly getting angry.
I don't know if this is a telepathic connection or just a self-comforting fantasy.
The water basin had dried up, and Xie Jinhui's small portrait floated in it.
As long as he doesn't add water to the basin and come to me, I'll keep his portrait as a dead fish.
Anyway, he misses me, and I miss him; our longing has converged into a dry riverbed that neither of us knows what to do with.
I just have feelings for him, but I don't necessarily want to have him.
Fortunately, before everyone can't control themselves upon meeting and wants to devour each other alive, let's just stay single for now.
Looking at the empty hillside storage rack, the master had already ground the newly acquired materials into powder.
My grand project of building mountains must not be abandoned; I must continue to forge ahead, carving and sculpting with unwavering determination.
In the years since I left, the little bamboo shoots have all grown up, and most of them have entered the Flower, Plant and Tree Spiritual Cultivation Hall of Hongmeng Academy to study immortal techniques.
Every flower, tree, and speck of dust born in the celestial realm must be taught according to its aptitude, according to tradition, and must not be allowed to go astray.
Clumps of bamboo shoots grew in the bamboo grove behind the house, but because of my past as a guardian of the immortal realm, my great reputation, and my status as the future emperor and empress, they all became reserved and dared not come over to ask for wine or knock on the window.
I heard that the shy old bamboo ancestor has attained immortality and is now teaching winemaking techniques at the academy.
The world changes rapidly, and the immortals have all made their own positive progress.
Besides Mu Zhu and Chen Yi, the two of them also loved to sleep soundly while winding thread in the Qiushe Pavilion, and to steal books while drooling.
Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, drawing lines on the mound in my hand. Suddenly, a shadow filled all the squares, and then someone knocked on the window instead of going through the door.
I looked up and couldn't help but smile. I saw the window open, and a nimble figure was lifting its leg to jump into my room.
Meeting my gaze, the boy who jumped out of the window grinned broadly.
"mother!"
It's been so long since I've seen Jianyuan. He hasn't grown at all.
Is it that Emperor Zangli has gone away and never returned, even cutting off his son's food supply?
Jianyuan looked at me with heartache when he saw me stop what I was doing.
His expression immediately changed from that of an obedient and sensible eldest son to that of a accusing young emperor.
"Mother, why are you bullying Father? That day I saw Father crying outside the Purple Palace..."
Jianyuan's tone was clearly forced, but my heart clenched.
"Xie Jinhui, in front of everyone?"
Jianyuan raised his proud neck and nodded as if he were standing up for his father.
As soon as I raised an eyebrow, he instantly changed his expression, ran over with a grin, pressed his wrinkles against the table, and made a funny face to coax me.
“It’s Father who bullied Mother, not Mother who bullied Father. Jianyuan knows all that.”
I chuckled and blurted out, "You little brat, what do you know!"
A profound and unfathomable look appeared between Jian Yuan's brows as he smiled and spoke.
"Mom, I'm not little anymore, I just don't want to grow up too fast."
He leaned closer and whispered to me, "Mom, when are you going to give me a wife? My father said his biggest regret is that he couldn't grow up with you and my mother like childhood sweethearts."
So, I want to try things that my father doesn't have...
"Mother, could you please go and coax Father into marrying you soon?"
I was so surprised that I held my breath through both noses to avoid exhaling and bursting into flames.
Should I coax Xie Jinhui into marrying me? And then have another wife for Jianyuan?
Thinking about this makes me feel ashamed, especially since it was after the failed attempt to visit the Water Pavilion.
More than a decade has passed, and Jianyuan is still only half a child's size. It seems that he has indeed intentionally used his immortal power to control his growth rate.
Was it so that he could grow up alongside his wife?
Oh my goodness, what a womanizer! My dear son, no way!
I exhaled a large breath, which made the boy's face, which was even more rugged than my own, as rosy as a peach blossom, and his eyelashes flutter.
“Jianyuan, you can’t be like your father, who is single-mindedly focused on experiencing the tribulations of love. If you want to learn something, learn from your father, Xie Jinhui. He studied immortal techniques and secret arts for a long time with unwavering focus and concentration.”
As I spoke, I thought to myself that a child as young as Jianyuan should be mingling with the sounds of students reciting their lessons at Hongmeng Academy on such a bright and clear morning.
Why did he come here?
I suddenly realized what was going on and slammed my hand on the table.
"Jianyuan, you're skipping school?"
Jianyuan, who hadn't been patted up, grinned smugly and said, "Mother, I really shouldn't have skipped school. I still have to teach the teacher his magic."
He shrugged and spread his hands, shifting to a more elegant and dashing posture as he leaned against the table.
I have a feeling that this child will probably be bisexual when he grows up.
Suddenly, he realized that he was not only bisexual, but if he were like his father, he might even sleep with himself.
If such a son-in-law or daughter-in-law were to actually come to our home, I would be so worried for my child.
I want to call off the engagement, but I really like my eldest son.
Back then, when Fei Kong Mountain collapsed, his heroic appearance, wielding Gui Wang Yuan spear to protect the immortals in the barrier, is something I can never forget.
Moreover, during the full moon celebration in Jianyuan, Xie Jinhui and I both gave him our source power as a gift.
Jianyuan is destined to become a pillar of the immortal realm. It would be best to let him find his immortal partner according to his own wishes.
If it is someone he truly loves, and who is truly my child, then I will raise the child to be like Xie Jinhui, and give him to Jianyuan.
My mind raced, and I realized that the father of my child was someone I had already accepted.
I knew that my daydreaming had resulted in my face turning red, and Jianyuan's bright, clear eyes were trembling as he laughed at me.
He covered one sleeve with his other hand, rubbed his sleeve, and said shyly.
“Mother, I just came to see you. It has been many years since we last met, and Jianyuan has been thinking about you and Father all the time.”
When I said I didn't want to grow up, it wasn't because I was really waiting for a wife or husband. I just wanted a pair of reliable parents who could genuinely spend time with me.
I had to accept Jianyuan's heartfelt outpouring of sympathy and bitterness.
I shifted my body to the side, beckoning him over.
Jianyuan nestled contentedly in my arms, laughing like a baby in a cradle, babbling away.
“Jianyuan, if you call me mother, I will always be your mother.”
I stroked his back; it was all bone. He really hadn't been well cared for.
I couldn't help myself and blurted it out.
"Zangli Emperor is too much..."
Jianyuan tilted his head and nuzzled me, not wanting me to speak ill of his biological father.
"Mother, you don't know, Father doesn't have time to spend with me, it's not that he's bad to me."
He was a fierce and indomitable warrior.
only……"
Jianyuan paused, looked up at me, his eyes filled with determination and trust. He lowered his head and whispered something in my ear.
“Mother, I’ll tell you a secret. When Fei Kong Mountain collapsed, Father was neither in the Immortal Realm nor in the mortal realm.”
He went to the Demon Realm Gate, which had been sealed for millions of years, and saved the demons who were suffering a cataclysmic flood because the void was torn apart by Fei Kong Mountain.
"All these years, Father said he went to the mortal realm to be with Mother and enjoy her company, but in reality, he's been in the demon realm helping them recover and repairing the demon seal."
Demons? I stared at him, feigning calmness.
What Jianyuan said was truly a secret capable of causing a great upheaval.
If we trace back to millions of years ago, to the era when the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm of Void Realm fought fiercely.
As the emperor of the Fourteen String Immortal Realm, he is most averse to showing friendliness to any party.
Whether they are immortals or demons, in the eyes of us immortals who live in the ancient divine realm, they are actually the opposite of the same existence.
The demon realm is even more lustful, but their race has never split.
Historical records state that a certain demon lord once led the demon race down a path of certain death, one that would be intolerable to heaven and earth.
All the demons are willing to follow the Demon Lord to accept their sins and be sealed away.
Even though the new Demon Lord disapproved of the old Demon Lord's actions, he still adhered to the principle that if one demon made a mistake, all demons would be held responsible.
Looking at the Immortal Clan of Void Realm Mountain, they are exemplary in every way, and there is nothing wrong with them.
But they like to share their insights and the right path with everyone.
Therefore, the number of immortal realms in the Void Realm Mountain is greater than the number of different worlds in the Fifty-Five Caves of the Butterfly Dream Bell.
Master often said, "When things come together, they become one, and demonic desires take root. When one is broken into ten thousand, immortals become light and graceful."
Ultimately, it's all not the whole truth.
The catastrophe at Feikong Mountain did not discriminate between immortals and demons; all living beings were equally struck down by the disaster.
Looking back on that time, even I, when faced with imminent disaster, did not think of offering a soul lock to the demon realm to shield them from harm.
To be honest, after hearing Jianyuan talk about Emperor Zangli's compassionate actions, I finally understood what it meant to be an emperor and a war god.
Whether it's the celestial realm, the mortal realm, or the sealed-off demon realm, all are inhabited by countless beings.
In my mind, it was as if the echoes of mountains were rising, and a voice seemed to be murmuring.
"My mission is to protect all living beings."
Within the sea of consciousness, in the heart of the jade marrow, something is shining.
I can't reach it...
Is it magnanimity, breadth of mind, or one's true nature?
I felt that I owed the entire demon realm the utmost respect.
Fortunately, Emperor Zangli protected them.
...
Snoring, snoring...
My baby Jianyuan nestled loosely in my arms and fell asleep.
I didn't really try to coax him; I just gave him a quiet hug.
Alas, this child was born in the mortal realm by the Emperor Zangli and later brought back to the celestial realm as a foreign child.
Is it because the people in the valley are too sentimental and lack the deep affection that ordinary people have for their children and grandchildren, that they are prone to loneliness and loss?
But it doesn't quite look like it; Jianyuan is usually very carefree.
What is that?
I remained motionless, afraid of waking the child in my arms and disturbing his dream, the first time he had ever been completely relaxed since birth.
Does Jianyuan dream like ordinary people? If he does dream, who would he be?
Is it a boy or a girl? Does it prefer swords or dresses?
I remember when I first met him, Emperor Zangli casually pinched Jianyuan and he turned him from a boy into a girl.
I look at the mountain on the table. If I were to tell it, "You used to be a mountain, but now you must become the ocean," I would say...
What would those people on the hill think? It's quite disconcerting, isn't it?
Outside the window, there was the soft sound of bamboo roots snagging against the wall; someone, unable to resist the urging of a restless mind, broke through the soil and sprouted.
The leaves of the trees and bamboo were rustling, and the peach bells in the box emitted a muffled sound.
I understand Jianyuan a little better now. Perhaps his torment can only be relieved when heaven and earth are in harmony and yin and yang are unified.
If I didn't have Xie Jinhui, I would really be willing to try the method of splitting the Emperor's primordial spirit into Yin and Yang, and give birth to a wife or husband for Jianyuan.
If that were the case, Jianyuan would at least not be lonely, and would have someone who understands him.
But I smiled, and then I thought of Xie Jinhui…
I can't do it.
"Yu... mother."
The stream murmurs in its dream.
I bent down to tuck his stray hairs away, but I noticed a drop of water still clinging to his eyelashes—not sweat, but a tear.
It turns out that this child was even waiting for rain in his dreams, and the name of the rain was home.
"Mother will take you to the Moxu Dust Abyss, to listen to the rain falling on the leaves like a zither."
I agreed in my heart.
Through the lattice window, the new bamboo shoots peeked out from the window frame, blinking their curious eyes as they looked at me, this fragile stone, and the child who was talking in his sleep.
Before I could completely soften my heart and undo the seal on my heart that I had placed there to prevent Xie Jinhui from feeling my longing for him.
I was just about to summon him fiercely and have him take me home.
Then they heard Chen Yi's hurried, messy footsteps approaching.
I raised my hand to create a barrier to separate her from me, but Chen Yi's voice pierced the silence like an icicle.
"Yuanhe, Yuanhe, it's terrible, it's terrible! Ancestor, Ancestor, has reported you to the Purple Palace!"
I was so angry! I wasn't even listening to what she was shouting. She woke up my eldest son.
Jianyuan rubbed his sleepy, lively eyes and smiled, saying that dreams could ease my worries.
“Mother, I dreamt of my immortal partner. He said he would wait for me outside the gates of the Demon Realm.”
So, Mother, please be my mother forever.
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