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Ning Tian believed that the Queen Mother of the West was merely a hands-off manager of Yaochi.
But that's not actually the case.
He was wrong.
The things that Xi Wangmu endured and did for the Yaochi Holy Land were far more than this.
Beneath the playful exterior of the Queen Mother of the West lies a sense of responsibility.
"..."
Silence.
A thousand words stuck in his throat.
final.
He reached out his large hand and held the delicate body in his arms tightly.
After a while.
"Who was the former Holy Lord to you? Master?" Ning Tian asked slowly, looking at the Queen Mother of the West. He had just noticed that the Queen Mother of the West's state of mind was clearly different when she mentioned the former Holy Lord of Yaochi.
"She is my mother."
The Queen Mother of the West spoke slowly, her expression somewhat complicated.
"You...your mother!?"
Ning Tian was startled.
Wouldn't that be his mother-in-law?
"Um."
The Queen Mother of the West nodded slightly and sighed, "Before Yaoxi, the Holy Lord and Holy Maiden of Yaochi Holy Land were generally mother and daughter, but I don't like that, so I abolished it."
"So if you're called the Queen Mother of the West, then your mother must be called the Great Mother of the West?"
Ning Tian frowned slightly.
"..."
The Queen Mother of the West looked at Ning Tian as if he were an idiot, and shook her head helplessly: "Queen Mother of the West is just the title of the successive Holy Lords of Yaochi. Every Holy Lord of Yaochi is called Queen Mother of the West."
"Um?"
"So...that's how it is?"
Ning Tian was stunned for a moment.
"Then, does that mean you still have a real name?"
"nature."
The Queen Mother of the West nodded, giving Ning Tian a resentful glance: "You don't even know the name of your concubine, you scumbag."
"I……"
Ning Tian looked aggrieved.
You didn't mention that either.
then.
He took a deep breath, turned Xi Wangmu over, and hugged her from behind, their faces touching. "Then, my dear little wife, what is your name?"
Upon hearing this...
The Queen Mother of the West had a complicated expression. She parted her red lips slightly and uttered that name that had been sealed away for a hundred years.
Her voice trembled slightly, yet it was melodious and pleasant to listen to.
"Su Yueyao".
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