Although it was late at night and he felt very tired from the long journey, Ying Ye did not rush to rest.
He entered the room, walked to a memorial tablet, lit three incense sticks, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Mother, your son has returned."
The memorial tablet stood there, silent and unresponsive.
Ying Ye stepped forward and stroked the memorial tablet. "It rained again in Xianyang last night, and it was colder than usual. Please remember to keep warm down there."
As he spoke, his eyes flickered slightly, "Perhaps you can no longer feel it. If only our son could still be by your side."
"You must miss me a lot, our son has been gone for so long this time."
"It's alright, your son won't leave again this time. He'll stay here with you."
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"A low-grade spiritual root?!"
Upon seeing the results of the spiritual root detection, the middle-aged man in the green robe's eyes darkened.
A seven- or eight-year-old child stood beside him, head bowed low, like a child who had done something wrong, completely unable to look at the middle-aged man.
The man in the green robe turned around, his gaze icy as he looked at the child. "You brat, you've wasted so many of the Ying family's resources, and now you've only awakened a low-grade spiritual root?"
In this world, inspiration is the foundation of one's spiritual practice and also represents talent.
Having inferior spiritual roots almost guarantees that the child will lead a mediocre life, and no matter how hard they try to cultivate, their achievements will be limited.
Beside the man in the green robe, the woman in gray also had a cold expression and remained silent.
The man in black robes next to him
Seeing this, the old man in black robes said, "The Ying family is one of the three major families in the Northern Desert. If people find out that the young master of the Ying family has a low-grade spiritual root, I'm afraid many forces that rely on the Ying family will be shaken."
"The winner's strength will inevitably decline, and their reputation will be greatly damaged, which is very bad."
Upon hearing this, the child buried his head even deeper, his hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.
Upon hearing this, the man in the green robe tensed up. "The winner has spent tens of thousands of years building such a foundation, and it must not be ruined by a piece of trash like you!"
Upon hearing this, the old man in black robes looked at the child, his tone turning icy, "If only the young master of the Ying family wasn't him."
Sensing the ominous atmosphere, the child panicked and looked up at the gray-clad woman beside him, "Mother..."
He tried to reach out and grab the woman in gray, but was slapped away. A surge of energy spread out, causing his small body to fall to the ground.
The woman in gray stared at him coldly, "You're still as annoying as ever!"
"Whether it was your birth or your upbringing, everything about you chilled me to the bone. Even now that you're grown up, this useless talent still causes me no peace of mind!"
Although she was his mother, she was forced to marry into the Ying family.
She already had someone she admired, so she was extremely unwilling and even secretly contacted him to plan their elopement.
However, as one of the three major families, the Winner had extraordinary means, and she was eventually captured and brought back, while her lover was directly killed.
She watched helplessly as her lover died tragically, was forced to marry into the winning family against her will, and ultimately had to bear children for a man she didn't love.
She felt no affection for this child, and even harbored intense hatred towards him. She also projected her hatred for the winner onto him, never giving him a kind look since he was a child, and never caring for or looking after him.
"Kill him. Such trash will only ruin our reputation. He is of no use in the world."
The woman in gray looked at the child with utter contempt, as if he were a lowly beast.
The child's face froze, his eyes wide as he stared at the two people in front of him.
One is his father, and the other is his mother.
But at this moment, both of them were looking at him with resentment and malice, and were even discussing killing him.
"No! No!"
The little guy was covered in sweat, his little hands slightly outstretched, looking quite frightened.
Upon hearing the commotion, Consort Shu rushed over. Seeing the little one's condition, she quickly picked him up and asked, "What's wrong, Yu'er? Are you alright?"
The little one suddenly woke up, and upon seeing Consort Shu's familiar face, his tense nerves relaxed slightly. "Mother?"
Consort Shu stroked his head and said softly, "Mother is here. Did Yu'er have a nightmare?"
The little guy's expression darkened slightly. "I had a nightmare."
Seeing the little guy's somewhat gloomy expression, Consort Shu comforted him, "It's alright, it was just a dream, it's all over now."
The little guy looked dazed. "Was it just a dream?"
After calming the little guy down, Consort Shu then changed his clothes.
Looking at his clean new clothes, the little guy asked, quite puzzled, "Where are we going?"
Consort Shu straightened his clothes. "It's not us, it's you. His Majesty said you should go have breakfast together."
Hearing this, the little boy looked at Consort Shu with considerable confusion, "Mother, aren't you going?"
Consort Shu straightened his clothes and looked at him with gentle eyes, "Mother can't go. Uncle said he has important matters to discuss, and Mother has to go see him."
The little guy was taken aback, "Uncle?"
Consort Shu looked at him and said, "He is stationed away from home all year round, so you haven't met him yet. Your mother will take you to meet him when there is a chance."
The little one nodded slightly, "I understand, but Mother, are you really not going?"
Consort Shu looked at the little guy with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong with you today, boy? Why are you so clingy?"
Normally, this little rascal would rather she didn't have to watch over her, but today she was actually a little sad because she wasn't watching over her, which surprised Consort Shu.
The little guy lowered his eyes slightly, "Nothing much."
Consort Shu rubbed his head. "Then let's see if Mother can make it back in time. If she can, I'll have dinner with you tonight, okay?"
The little guy's brow relaxed. "Really?"
Consort Shu was even more puzzled. "It's true, why are you acting so strangely today?"
The little guy's behavior today was quite different from usual.
As if remembering something, Consort Shu added, "His Majesty specifically asked what you like to eat, and I'm sure it will all be your favorite dishes this time. Even if I'm not watching, you must eat in moderation and not overeat."
The little one lowered his head slightly, "If I eat too much, will Mother hate me?"
Consort Shu was taken aback. Looking at the little guy with his head down, not daring to look at her, she felt inexplicably sad.
She stroked the little one's head, "What nonsense are you talking about? Mother will worry."
After tidying up the clothes, Xiangqin took the little guy to Ying Zheng.
He was unusually obedient today, making no unnecessary movements. He didn't even react much when passing by the room where Xiaoyao kept the offerings.
This surprised Xiangqin quite a bit.
Upon arriving at the palace, Ying Zheng was already seated, and the table was laden with various delicacies.
Upon seeing the little one, Ying Zheng was overjoyed. "Yu'er, come into your father's arms!"
He picked up the little one and pointed to the table full of food, "Look, Consort Shu said these are all your favorite foods."
Looking at the table full of delicious food, the little guy's mood improved considerably, and a smile finally appeared on his face. "So much food, it seems like we can help a lot of animals pass on to the afterlife today."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng said, "But we have to wait, there are still some people who haven't arrived yet."
As soon as the words were spoken, a figure entered the room, cupped his hands, and said, "Your subject greets Your Majesty!"
The little guy looked up and saw that it was none other than Ying Ye.
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