Chapter 186 Even if it is a double happiness
"In my opinion, it is better to do it today than to wait for a day. Today, I and the Taoist priest will take charge, and their matter will be settled. Anyone who dares to object will be making trouble for me, the Demon Lord, so don't blame me for being rude!" The Demon Lord slammed the table and said with finality.
"Hey, old devil, why are you making the decision for me? I haven't expressed my opinion on anything." Upon hearing this, Wu Sheng quickly spoke out to stop him.
"Old Taoist, do you object?" The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes, stared at the Martial Saint, and asked.
"When did I speak?" Wu Sheng retorted helplessly.
"Then don't say anything. You are an old Taoist monk, so you shouldn't get involved in worldly affairs." The Demon Lord's words seemed a bit absurd, but with such a light sentence, he cleverly cleared the Martial Saint of all blame and prevented the Martial Saint from standing up to stop him.
"What time is it now, Chu Lang? Your master has come all this way. Do you want to let him go hungry? Hurry up and prepare the banquet! This is a double blessing. The first is that your master rarely comes to your palace, and the second is that you have a son."
"..." The King of the Northwest was finally amused by the grandfather and grandson of the Demon Cult. However, the Demon Lord's words reminded him of the status of his mentor. It was a rare visit to the palace, and they had not treated him well until now. This was extremely rude.
"Come on, prepare a vegetarian feast immediately!" the King of the Northwest shouted. He then straightened his clothes, knelt before the Martial Saint, and said solemnly, "Master, I apologize for my impoliteness. I hope you will forgive me."
"Get up. You are already a general, but you still act so rashly." The Martial Saint smiled slightly, his eyes full of doting. It was as if he had traveled back in time and saw the childhood Chu Lang.
Chu Lang was only seven or eight years old at the time, but he was so stubborn that he insisted on becoming a disciple. However, the youngest disciple of the Martial Saint was already forty years old at the time, so how could he accept a child of seven or eight as his apprentice?
So, Wu Sheng politely declined at first, but Chu Lang was not willing to give up easily. He tried every possible way and stuck to Wu Sheng like a little tail, refusing to let him leave.
Once, when the Martial Saint was about to travel far away by boat, the little kid secretly ran out and hid under the boat, moving forward with the boat and almost drowned.
Seeing Chu Lang's piousness and with the strong persuasion of the then Emperor of Chu, Chu Lang's father, the Martial Saint made an exception and accepted him, wanting to train a great general for the Great Chu. It seemed like in the blink of an eye, the naughty little boy had grown up.
Seeing Qing Yi's lively and cheerful appearance just now, Wu Sheng couldn't help but think of the former Chu Lang, that fearless spirit, and completely lacking the dignified character that a prince of the Great Chu should have.
The Martial Saint found it amusing, thinking to himself: I actually feel that Qing Yi is a bit like Chu Lang, but he is more inclined to his intelligent and steady personality, not much like his father. The old demon said that he wanted Chu Lang to adopt Qing Yi as his son, which is an interesting idea.
"Chu Lang, as a master, I am not in a position to interfere too much in the affairs of Qingyu and Qingyi. But I like Qingyi from the bottom of my heart. You must not attack him again, let alone harm his life." Although Wu Sheng did not directly express his clear attitude towards the affairs of Ye Qingyu and Qingyi, anyone could hear the implicit tendency in his words.
"Yes, Master." The King of the Northwest did not dare to disobey and could only respond.
"Well, Qingyu has been a very smart child with his own ideas and behaves calmly since he was young. You should listen to his ideas more often. Don't ignore him when he gets angry, which will cause a rift between father and son. It is really inappropriate." Wu Sheng said earnestly.
"Yes, Master." The King of the Northwest responded again. He understood that the master was trying to persuade him, but...
"You are a member of the royal family. Your status is noble but your responsibilities are heavy. You must think carefully and prudently before acting. Do not act rashly to avoid making serious mistakes."
"Disciple, I will keep this in mind." The King of the Northwest responded respectfully. Although his master did not speak in a harsh and blaming tone, the words between the lines were criticizing him for acting too rashly.
Originally, only a few people knew about Qing Yu's affair, but now it has become known to everyone in the mansion. I'm afraid it won't be long before it reaches the ears of Emperor Chu.
Qingyu's unique status filled the Northwest King with deep concern, deeply apprehensive about how the Emperor of Chu would react upon learning of this matter. Initially, he had strongly opposed the proposal, motivated not only by his disapproval of Qingyi but also by Qingyu's status. However, the situation had come to a point where it was irreversible, and he could only take things one step at a time.
The King of the Northwest glanced at Wang Er, who was still kneeling beside him, and sighed inwardly, thinking to himself, "He must hate me right now, right?"
"Chu Lang, I'm old and can't stand sitting for a long time. I want to go to your back garden and come back after the meal is ready." Wu Sheng said as he stood up.
"Master, I'll go with you." The King of the Northwest hurried forward and extended his hand to help the Martial Saint.
"No need, just let him lead the way. You stay here and talk to Qingyu." The Martial Saint raised his whisk and pointed it at Mu Bai.
"Yes, Master." The King of the Northwest wondered how Master knew Mu Bai. But it was not a good time to ask, so he could only respond respectfully.
Seeing this, Mu Xin, Mu Yun, and the others bowed and left. Mu Bai, accompanied by the Martial Saint, and Qing Yi, accompanied by the Demon Lord, also left. The huge room was left to the Northwest King and Ye Qingyu, the father and son.
"Get up, why are you still kneeling?" King of the Northwest looked at Ye Qingyu who was still kneeling.
"Father, nothing happened between me and Ruyi. It was Qingyi who cured me of the effects of the drug." Ye Qingyu stood up straight and said calmly, "If something really happened this time, Qingyi would leave without hesitation. He wouldn't tolerate anyone else around me. So, your statement that you agree to our being together as long as I marry a wife and take a concubine is simply impossible. I only have one choice: him, or someone else."
"Do you really have to be with him?" The King of the Northwest asked without giving up.
"Father, if it weren't for him, I might still be that obedient little prince who could see the end of his life in sight. Just as you wished, I would marry, take concubines, and have children, living an ordinary life. But then I think, if it weren't for him, my grave would have been overgrown with grass."
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